Power Play [Pleasure Playground 2] by Eliza Gayle Page A

wedged his hand between them to stroke his fingertips across her heated and tender flesh. The excruciating pleasure undid her, but it was the weight of his body against her and his firm touches that made her realize he now possessed her. Whatever he wanted, she'd give him.
    "Oh, Jennifer.” He rubbed his face into her hair and neck. “You have no idea how much I want to."
    "Do it,” she pleaded. Desperation engulfed her. Jennifer pushed her backside into his hand.
    The second he pushed away from her, she cried out. The loss of his weight left her feeling adrift. Until she heard the distinct sound of a zipper being released. She held her breath—waiting. When the smooth flesh of his cock head prodded her, she whimpered in relief. Finally.
    Instead of entering her like she'd hoped, he pushed forward, only resting his dick along the seam of her ass.
    "Do you think you've learned your lesson?” he asked.
    "Yes. I know I shouldn't have walked out without talking to you. I won't do it again. Please,” she whimpered.
    "I believe you.” He traced the curve of her breast and side until his hand halted on her hip. “Unfortunately for us both, you're not getting fucked tonight."
    "What? No!” she cried. “Please, Daegan. I'm sorry."
    He drew one last breath and pushed away from her. She heard his zipper go up and the rustle of him moving away from her. Tears threatened her, as did the need to touch herself. If he planned to leave her like this, she'd be forced to take care of her needs the minute he left her alone. A lone tear escaped and slid down her cheek. She wanted him. More importantly she'd wanted his forgiveness.
    "Come over here to the bed.” The faraway sound of his voice pulled at her, beckoned her to do as he said. Jennifer pushed from the wall and turned to face him. Their gazes met. From the determination she spied in his vibrant blue eyes, she decided to keep her mouth shut and obey. Obey . Really the word still sounded so foreign to her. Not that it was wrong or anything, just so unfamiliar. She crossed the room and stood at the edge of the mattress. With the arousal now simmering instead of burning her alive, she realized how exhausted she was from the long day. Had it really only been one day? Their night in the Dark Room seemed like ages ago now.
    "Lie down on your back and raise your right arm over your head."
    Automatically she started to question but stopped when he narrowed his eyes. Her decision earlier had been to return to him and give this a real shot, and that's what she was going to do. Jennifer crawled onto the bed and flipped over, positioning herself as he'd requested.
    "That's a good girl.” He moved to the closet and disappeared inside.
    Her nerves jumped sporadically as she waited for him. What did he have planned for the rest of the night if he wasn't going to give her sex? When he appeared in front of her again, he carried a long length of black rope in his hands and wore a slight smile on his face. Daegan leaned across her and tied the rope to the bedpost before shackling her wrist with the leather cuff attached to the opposite end. “Pull your arm as far as you can,” he instructed.
    She tested her range of movement and even gave the rope an extra tug to see what kind of give his knots had. While she'd have no problem moving around with the slack he'd left her, the connection to the bed seemed fairly solid. A slight edge of panic crept through her mind.
    "I should have asked if you needed to go to the bathroom."
    "I'm fine,” she answered.
    Next, he pulled the comforter from the foot of the bed and carefully covered her. He brushed the hair from her face, leaned forward, and pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. “If you need anything, all you have to do is call for me. I'm not a heavy sleeper, and my room isn't that far away."
    Fresh panic sliced through her. “What? I'm staying here by myself?"
    "Don't sound so worried. Another night alone will give you the time you need to consider