Love In Handcuffs: The Secret Billionaire (Part One) (BDSM And Domination Erotic Romance Novelette) Read Online Free

looked like you needed it.” I giggled, feeling almost drunk from the sense of peace and satisfaction that was bone-deep. I couldn’t keep it up, though, and subsided in a pile of happy, breathless pleasure. I looked up at the mysterious man, coming out of the haze of my intense orgasm, and suddenly I found myself laughing outright. “What is it?” he asked me. I curled up on my side, towards him, and lifted myself up on my elbow, propping my head up on my hand.
     
    “I just realized that I don’t even know your name.” The man laughed, reaching out and brushing a stray lock of hair out of my face. I was almost surprised at how different his eyes looked when he laughed; not as cold, more the brilliant blue of a swimming pool in the middle of summer.
     
    “My name is Michael.” I poked him in the ribs, sitting up in the bed and looking down at him as he relaxed among the pillows.
     
    “You know practically my whole life story,” I told him, crossing my arms over my chest. He pushed my arms away easily, reaching up to play with my breasts, running his thumb over one of my nipples slowly.
     
    “Oh, so I understand you were born a few months ago, just before you started embezzling from your employer?” he said, a slight smile curving his lips. He gave one of my nipples a pinch, twisting it slightly and making me gasp.
     
    “You know what I mean,” I managed to say, though Michael was doing a good job of distracting me from my point. He reached one hand down between my legs and began stroking my pussy slowly; my hips began moving almost automatically. He was watching me intently, the way I writhed between his touches. I shook my head, trying to get past the distraction of so much pleasure. “I don’t know anything at all about you, other than the fact that—at least I assume—this is your stateroom, and now that your name is—is Michael.” I gasped as he plunged a finger inside of me, his thumb rubbing my clit in firm circles.
     
    Suddenly, he stopped; his hands left my breasts and pussy both and I unwillingly let out a little needy whimper, opening my eyes without being sure when I had closed them. Michael was still smiling, apparently enjoying the sight of me getting off from his attentions. He brought his fingers up to my lips and, without even considering it, I licked them clean, able to taste the mixture of my own fluids and his.
     
    “You’re right. What would you like to know?” I couldn’t quite make myself think, particularly not when I noticed that he was beginning to get hard again. I shifted away from him and made myself look up at his face, instead of down at his cock.
     
    “ Well, for starters, this is your stateroom, right?” Michael laughed again, throwing his head back among the pillows.
     
    “Yes, it is. While I may be the kind to kidnap young women, I certainly wouldn’t be the kind to bring my kidnapping victims to someone else’s room.” He pulled me down next to him in the bed, his hands wandering over my body slowly. “What else would you like to know?” I considered what it was I wanted to know about this mysterious man, who was clearly not a fed—at least, if some strange course of events led to me finding it out, I had some serious leverage. But no fed would put himself in that position in the first place. While I’m certainly not bad to look at, I am far from the kind of woman any self-respecting person would risk his job over. The only reason that my boss had been so aggressive about groping me, I suspected, was that there was really nothing I could do about it, short of leaving—or so he thought.
     
    “What do you do for a living?” I asked him. Michael’s hands were touching me all over with more than just musing curiosity. He was starting to play with my breasts again, and I could feel myself getting wet all over again.
     
    “Oh, I’m a federal agent,” he said in such an offhand manner that I almost choked—until I started laughing. He grinned at