The Bound Heart by Elsa Holland Page A

floor of his parlor, rushing.
    “Come for me Olive.” He whispered before kissing her hard on her mouth then moved down.
    His tongue flicked her nipple, sucked then bit and at the same time as his fingers squeezed the hard small peak between her legs; and just like that, one was connected to the other. Each stroke, each flick of his tongue worked at both locations. So simple and so devastatingly perfect.
    Thinking was gone, she drew her legs open wider, arched her back up to his mouth as he set up a rhythm, suck, bite, and pinch. Suck, bite, and pinch.
    Building, building, and then exploding her into a frenzy of fireflies as she screamed hard.
    Her eyes screwed shut and all her muscles strained as those fire-creatures flew through every part of her that could feel, could pulse, buzz, and vibrate with pleasure.
    All she could feel was the rope around her wrists, her breasts and the throbbing beat of her pulse in her sex.
    The warmth of him lifted.
    When she opened her eyes he was standing next to her, looking down as she tried to focus in the after wash of pleasure.
    He no longer looked angry; his face was hard and closed down but there was no mistaking the desire that blazed out of his eyes.
    Jamie reached down and unbuttoned his trousers.
    His suspenders held them up even as the front fell open. For a moment the tip of him strained above his briefs as he unbuttoned the undershorts, and then she saw him as he wrapped his hand around himself.
    The thick, long length of him looked too much for where he wanted to put it. Yet her body responded as the heat between her legs grew hotter and damper. But that wasn’t where he was going to slide into her. That was not what she was going to get.
    The idea and the reality collided and her chest tightened. She tugged at the ties.
    The anxiety must have shown in her face. He knew that she understood what he wanted. However, was he aware she had never done this before? She lay there, hands tied above her, breasts out, and her pantaloons open.
    Tightness crept into her chest. Her heart beat too loud in her ears and her breathing became faster.
    “My turn, Olive.”
    Oh God, this was it.
    He leaned down, his hand clamped around her legs. In a few unceremonious moves, he flipped her over. The carpet tickled a bare patch on her belly.
    The tightness in her chest grew.
    The carpet, which was totally forgotten before, now felt like the bristles of a brush.
    “Lift.” He tucked one of those de-braided cushions under her hips leaving her bottom fractionally pointed upward.
    He tugged her dress and petticoats higher, pulled her pantaloons down.
    They pulled her legs shut got caught on her brace.
    Jamie got up.
    Behind her a drawer slid open, then closed and then he bent down next to her. In moments, the material was cut away and pulled off.
    She wasn’t sure she could do this.
    She heard the sound of something being placed on the side table.
    “What are you doing?” her voice hitched.
    “You know what I’m doing, Olive.”
    He moved behind her.
    Coolness circled her there, at that forbidden opening. He was rubbing something on her and then a finger pushed in, moved.
    Her legs pulled out wider and her back arched as the first flickers of need, a dark need rippled through her.
    The pillow held her hips, his hand, and those fingers deep inside her. He rocked and slid his fingers in and out, murmuring, “That’s right. Yes, just like that.”
    All thoughts rocked away, as he worked his fingers in and out, a new sensation that rippled up her back and sank an ache in her core.
    “Open wider.”
    The image the one where he had his finger right where it was now was with her, flashed in her mind. This, this was so much better.
    She pushed her legs further apart, her muscles strained, her arms pulled out in front of her. For a moment, she imagined what it looked like from above.
    She moaned as need racked threw her and pushed her hips into the cushion. As they lifted, his fingers pushed into