The erotic saga of Damon and Jemma continues with part six — Casual Car Debasement! Here’s a hot excerpt to get you going…
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Her heart was pounding in her chest and he hadn’t even started. She was allowing this man to do things to her, things she’d never dreamed she ever would. Was she crazy?
He placed the bag at the bottom of the bed and moved around to sit beside her, holding that long, black, satin scarf in his hands.
“I’m going to bind your wrists, like the last time. Arms up,” he said in that low dominant voice. Jemma lifted her arms and he pulled the camisole smoothly over her head. “Now, hold onto the headboard.”
She did as she was told, gripping a wide wooden slat with both hands, her body beginning to tremble.
“Good girl,” he tied each wrist separately then attached them to the headboard, as he’d done before, not too tight, but impossible to escape from.
Running his rough-skinned hands down her arms, he cupped her breasts, rolling her pebbled nipples beneath his fingers.
“Beautiful…” He lowered his head and sucked hungrily.
“Oh!” Jemma’s spine arched. Suddenly realizing how much she needed this, needed his hands on her body, his cock inside her, doing whatever he wanted to her.
“So sweet,” he murmured, releasing her nipple. Warm and wet with his saliva, he blew onto it, and Jemma squirmed and whimpered as cool air hit the sensitized nub, her breast swelling and pulsing with need. She felt his hair brush against her cleavage, the stubble of his beard scratching her aching flesh. God, how much she wanted to touch him, to fist her fingers into his sleek hair and drag his mouth up to hers, but it was impossible, not just because her hands were bound, but because he wouldn’t want to kiss her anyway…
She was panting by the time he moved on to her other breast, giving it the same attention, biting just hard enough to get her moaning, her back lifting off the mattress. Both breasts, both nipples were throbbing for more, not just this playful teasing, but more. She was actually craving those torturous nipple clamps right now, anything to ease this tantalizing torment.
A whimper of neediness escaped her, and he lifted his head, his gaze filled with self-satisfied lust.
“You like that?” His streaky hair reached almost to his jawline, as he leaned over her, tawny eyes burning into hers. Jemma was mesmerized by his masculine beauty, his compelling sensuality, impossible to resist.
She nodded, swallowing hard, as liquid heat seeped between her legs, her core clenching and unclenching with the desire to be filled, to have that huge, hard cock of his pounding into her, making her come as only he could.
“I’m going to tie your legs as well this time, okay?” He, too, sounded breathless, but those dark eyes were impassive, giving nothing away. They scared her, but she nodded, caught under his dominating spell
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