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“No. Please don't. I need this.” She grasped his wrist between her legs, trying to get him to move again.
“Say you’re mine.” His voice was rough with emotion. “Admit that what we have is more than the fucking contract.” His other hand teased her nipple, his thumb caressing back and forth.
She inhaled deeply, her breath shaky. “Please.” She didn’t want to say that, to admit that truth.
“Say it or I stop. Say that you belong to me.” His words were hard and angry as his fingers moved inside her again, letting her feel that edge approach but keeping her from jumping over it.
She couldn't take it anymore. She needed to come, and the words didn’t mean anything because this definitely counted as duress. “Yes. Okay. I belong to you.”
His mouth landed on hers, devouring her, claiming her, showing her that her words meant something to him. His fingers pumped into her faster and faster as his thumb teased her clit. He grabbed her neck, holding her captive as his kiss demanded her surrender. She panted against his lips as his fingers worked furiously between her legs, curling to stroke her G-spot and sending flames shooting through her body. She shattered, moaning into his mouth as her hand tightened around his wrist. Her hips bucked, clenching his fingers and pulling every bit of pleasure from him.
He broke the kiss. Her eyes were closed but she could feel his dark eyes watching her as she came down from her orgasm. She rested her head against the back of the tub. She didn’t want to move. She’d float here until the water cooled.
He slid his fingers from between her legs and then stood. “Come.”
“I just did.” She bit her lip to keep from smirking.
“Alison.” His voice was tense and humorless.
She opened her eyes. He had his hand out and his face was tight with desire. Her gaze skimmed down his bare chest to his crotch. He was hard and ready. He'd waited as long as she had for sex. She put her hand in his and he helped her stand. Her legs wobbled. He wrapped his arm around her, lifting her and placing her on the bathmat. He grabbed a towel, running it gently over her body, his hands lingering for soft caresses along her breasts, her belly and her ass. Her blood heated again at the look of lust on his face. Everything about him was controlled. Each movement had a purpose—to dry her and to seduce her.
He dropped the towel and took her hand, leading her out of her bathroom and down the hallway toward his bedroom.
“What in the hell is that?” She stopped in the doorway.
“That’s our game for the night.” He tugged her into the room.
She stared at the…She had no idea what it was. It looked like a doorframe on a stand, except for the restraints hanging from the top and the bottom of each side post.
CHAPTER 26: Harker
“I was going to get a bench but that wouldn’t work so well in your condition.” Harker ran his hand over Alison's stomach. He loved touching her, but there was something about the hardness of her belly, covered by her smooth, soft skin that fascinated him. The fact that his child grew in there made him happier than anything had in his life. He was finally connected to someone, and no one could ever take that away from him. He took her hand and started to walk toward the BDSM frame, but she didn’t move.
“You want to tie me to that?” There was disbelief in her voice.
“Yes, but”—he started to say trust me, but he wasn’t handing her that weapon again, not yet anyway—“you’ll enjoy it.” He squeezed her hand and kissed it. “You can stop at any time. All you have to do is say your safeword.”
“What if I want to stop now?”
“If you don't want to do this, we don't have to.” He shouldn’t have let her come in the tub. She was so much more agreeable when she was horny.
“Until you persuade me to do it like you always do.” Her eyes were hurt and angry.
“I never meant to persuade you to do anything you didn't want to do, but I was hoping you’d want to try this. Have you ever done anything with me that you didn't enjoy?”
She frowned at him, her eyebrow raising.
“I mean sexually.” He didn’t need a conversation about the contract right now.
“No.” Her eyes darted to the piece of furniture he’d borrowed from Ethan. “Fine. I’ll try it.” She pulled her hand from his and walked over to the frame.
He followed, hooking her arms into the restraints. He moved the ties down to one of the lower eye hooks, so her arms stretched from her waist instead of over her head. “How does that feel?”
“Okay.”
“Should I move them up more or down?”
“I’m good. Let’s just get this over with.”
