Cowboy Casanova (Rough Riders #12)(35)

elbows to her wrists, immobilizing her arms.


The height of her heeled shoes only allowed him to tie her legs from mid-calf to ankle.

He ran his palms up the inside of her thighs. “Your skin looks so pretty wrapped in

red silk.”


She lifted her chest when he secured the first strap above her hips. “What are you

doing?”


“Tyin’ you down so you can’t jerk away from me when I touch you.” He secured the

next strap above her breasts. “Stay still. If you move too much the strap will bite. I

don’t want these beautiful breasts bruised.”


“Will it pinch me more than it is now?”


He traced the edge of the strap from one armpit to the other. “If you arch too high.

And the only thing allowed to pinch these sweet babies is me.” He tweaked both nipples

simultaneously.


She gasped. “Bennett, I don’t know about this.”


He studied her reaction to being bound. Rapid breathing. Slight trembles. But she wasn

’t attempting to jerk against any of the restraints. “Are you afraid I’ll hurt you?

”


“Umm. No.”


His index finger trailed from the dip in her chin, down her neck, between her breasts,

passing over her belly button, stopping at the swollen folds hiding her clit. “Are you

afraid I’ll make you lose control?”


When she turned her head away, Ben gently grabbed her chin, forcing her attention on

him. “Answer me.”


“Yes, okay? I’m scared you’ll make me lose control. You’ve already got me tied up

so I can’t move. When you start to touch me I’ll probably beg you to make me come.”


“So?”


“So, that’s embarrassing.”


“Oh, little control freak, there’s no one here but us. There’s nothin’ embarrassing

about you begging me. Every time you come by my hand or by my command, it’ll show you

how in tune I am with your body.” Ben’s thumb stroked her bottom lip. “That’s not

embarrassing. That’s how it’s supposed to be.”


“You won’t…build me to the point I’m begging you and then stop? Just because you

can?”


Was this a brand-new fear? Or had some mean f*cker in her past gotten his kicks by

denying her an orgasm? “Makin’ you come is a rush for me, so if I deny you that, I’m

denying myself. But I ain’t gonna lie. Sometimes delaying that gratification

intensifies it. For both of us.”


They measured each other for another minute.


“Say your safe word if you wanna stop.”


“I don’t want to stop.”


“Then we’re done talkin’.” Watching her eyes, he slid his finger down her slit. The

wetness he found at her core didn’t surprise him, but she wore that look of

embarrassment. He pushed his finger inside her. “Don’t be ashamed of how your body

responds to me.”


Ben slipped another finger inside, using his thumb on her clit. The feminine heat and

wetness made him want to sink his cock into her now. But he painted a trail up her body

with his wet fingers instead, lapping the sweet stickiness with his tongue. He smeared