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jacket close to her. The heat of his body still emanating from the garment, and his uniquely masculine scent,

warmed her.

He led her down the hal and into the elevator. Away from the crowd. He pushed the button for the next floor

up and the elevator started moving. Neither of them said a word. It was such a strange situation. Melissa felt like

she was in a trance.

Where was he taking her? Somewhere quiet where she could col ect herself?

The elevator stopped and the doors parted. He stepped forward and the chain grew taut, tugging her after him.

At the end of the hal , he opened a door and led her inside, then locked it behind him.

She glanced around. The room was lit by torches mounted on the gray stone wal s. Several long, thick chains

hung from the ceiling. Attached to one wall were several pairs of chains, each about eight inches long, with

clasps dangling from the other end. They looked like the clip her youngest sister, Ginny, used to attach her car

keys to the outside of her purse, but bigger and thicker. Stronger.

The place had the feel of a dungeon. Why had he brought her here?

Ty unlatched the chain from each of the metal bands at her wrist, freeing her wrists from each other at the same

time. Good, she would feel more like herself when these darned metal bonds were off her.

But instead of freeing her wrists completely, Ty wrapped his hand firmly around her wrist and led her forward.

She couldn't shake herself out of her trancelike state as she followed him. He grasped a chain hanging from the

wall and lifted her arm upward, then flicked the clip onto the ring of her wrist strap.

The sharp chink of metal against metal cut through her daze.

"What are you doing?"

When he grasped her other wrist, she tried to back away, but he held her firmly. He lifted her arm as he eased

her around to face him and his jacket slipped from her shoulders and fel to the floor, leaving her breasts naked.

The nipples hardened, more because of his fervent, masculine gaze than because of the cold. He pressed her

back against the stone wall, cold and hard against her naked back.

The blatant hunger in his eyes frightened her a little, yet at the same time, excited her.

"No," she protested as he clamped a chain to her other wristband. The metal links clanked together as she

tugged her hands forward, pulling against the restraints. "Let me go."

"You're my slave." His deep voice rumbled through her. "I just purchased you. Why would I let you go?"

My protector has become my captor. Excitement quivered through her, but she ignored it.

"This is ridiculous. It's just a game. I don't intend to play."

His gaze slid down her body, swirling around her naked breasts, sending the nipples puckering, then continued

down to her pelvis and resting on the triangle of thin white fabric covering her golden curls, then traveled back

to her breasts. Adrenaline raced through her.

"I intend to play," he said, his voice husky.

She held her breath. Shock cascaded through her as she realized she wanted him to play. She longed to feel his

hands caress her body. Despite her earlier conviction that he was the wrong kind of man for her, a powerful

yearning burned through her.

But she couldn't just let him chain her up against the wal . . . take her like a slave he'd purchased to satisfy his

sexual need.

Could she?

With her hands chained about a foot away from either side of her head, her arms spread wide, she felt

supremely vulnerable. He could touch her body anywhere he wanted and she couldn't stop him. Her nipples

tightened and her vagina ached. Would he touch her now? Would his hands caress her, stroke her breasts, seek

out the intimate folds between her legs?

Her knees felt weak at the thought. Or maybe he wanted to pul out his long, rigid cock and thrust it into her

immediately. She imagined his cock pushing into her, driving between her legs, his body ramming her against

the wall.

Her vagina filled with moisture. She wanted to feel his cock inside her, wanted him to bang her hard and fast

against the stone wal until she screamed.

The fact that she wanted it . . . so badly . . . shook her more than anything else. Especially with this man. Why did

he have such a powerful effect on her?

"Let me go," she demanded.

"No." His eyes twinkled in amusement as he uttered the single word. Quiet and relaxed.

Her eyes widened. He stroked her hair back, tucking it behind her ear. His gentle touch triggered a cascade of

tumultuous emotions within her. Dangerous and al uring

She sucked in a breath, steadying herself.

This was all a game. Surely he didn't intend to proceed against her protests.

"You can't just chain me up and . . ."

He smiled lazily, running his finger down her temple, then along her neck.

"And what, Melissa?"

His touch played havoc with her hormones.

She pursed her lips. "Exactly what do you intend to do now?" she asked.

He eased closer, only inches from her naked body and dragged his finger along her collarbone, then down her

chest, ever so slowly, gliding over the swell of her breast.

"I'm going to touch you. Al over." His low voice rumbled through her, sending her thoughts scattering.

She started to shiver, her insides fluttering wildly, her body longing for his touch.

"Slowly, and gently," he continued. "Stirring you to new levels of arousal. Your breasts will swell. Your nipples will grow hard." He kissed her earlobe and she jumped. "I'll cup your breasts and gently caress them, then I'll draw your nipple into my mouth and lick and suck on it until you gasp with pleasure."

"No." The word slid from her lips like a moan. Her hard nubs burned with need.

"I'll kiss down your stomach, then part your legs and kiss your long, sexy thighs and move closer and closer to

your pussy . . ." He paused, watching the effect his words had on her. "But not touching it. Making you wait.

Making you want me to touch you there so badly you'll open your legs for me. You'll ask me . . . beg me to touch

you there. To kiss you and lick you. To suck on your clit." He smiled. "If you're very good . . . I wil . Do you know what I'll do if you're bad?"

She gazed at him, mesmerized, shaking her head.

His voice lowered. "I'll make you wait. I'll kiss down your legs, I'll lick your calves, then I'll kiss up your thighs again."

Her legs parted a little.

"What then?" Her voice came out hoarse and needy.

"Then I'l wait to see if you open your legs for me."

Her thighs parted a little more.

"And then?"

He slid his finger down her belly, catching on the elastic of her thong, tugging it down. He glided past the slick

flesh hidden by her curls . . . so close, but not touching her there. A whimper escaped her lips. She wanted him

to touch her there. To stoke the fire his words had ignited. To show her the meaning of true desire.

He stroked her inner thigh, an inch or so from her hot opening. Her legs opened more.

"What would you like me to do?" he asked.

He leaned in and kissed her earlobe, breathing into her ear. She sighed.

Oh God, she needed him so badly.

"I want . . . I want you to touch me," she admitted.

"Where?"

She arched her pelvis forward.

"There."

His eyebrows arched.

"Where?"

Oh, don't make me say it.

"There." Her voice strained with her desperation.

His fingers slipped under the elastic of her panties and he tore them away, exposing her golden curls to his

intense gaze—which made her burn al the hotter.

"There?" he asked, stroking his finger up her thigh again. Getting close. Oh, so close.

"Yes," she wailed.

She bent her knees, trying to slide down onto his finger but he drew his hand back.

"Oh, you naughty girl. You've been bad. Now I must make you wait."

"Nooo."

Her mournful moan transformed to one of pleasure when she felt his hot mouth cover her nipple. She sucked in

a breath. He flicked his tongue over the tip of her nipple, teasing. It felt incredible.

"Yes." She wanted more. So much more.

He sucked her into his mouth. Her nipple was so hard it ached. He switched to her other nipple and it swelled in

response.

His hand, stil caressing her thigh, slid upward. She made no move, wanting to feel his touch on her wet,

sensitive flesh. He slid along her slit.

"Yes."

One finger, then two pushed inside. He moved them in and out. He sucked on her nipple, drawing it deep into

his mouth. His fingers caressed her inside passage. Exquisite pleasure spiraled through her . . . then slowly faded

as he withdrew his fingers. His mouth released her nipple, leaving it cold and wanting. And hard as rock candy.

"What . . . ?" She stared at him.

"You asked me what I'm going to do to you. I didn't finish tel ing you."

"Tell me," she pleaded.

He leaned close to her face, his lips less than an inch from hers. So close. She wanted to feel them press against

her, to feel his mouth move on hers in a seductive kiss, to meld their tongues together in a passionate dance.

"What I'm going to do," he murmured in her ear, "is . . ."

She held her breath while he lingered there, his breath sending electric tingles dancing along her neck.

"What?" she pleaded, risking the punishment of delay.

He tilted his head to glance at her, a smug smile crossing his face. He nibbled her earlobe.

"I'm going to fuck you." His soft, seductive words rippled through her, triggering electrifying need. He eased closer, pressing his body against her, holding her against the wall. "I'm going to thrust into you, hard and deep, banging you hard against this cold, stone wall."

She could feel the stone against her naked back, contrasted against the hard heat of his body. She almost

moaned as she imagined his long, hard cock gliding into her, thrusting faster and faster, making her come in an

explosive climax.

"I'll drive my cock into you so deep . . ."

She couldn't believe how intensely turned on his coarse description made her.

"Yes."

"So hard . . ."

She moaned in need.

Somehow she knew being with Ty would surpass anything she'd ever experienced before. Even with Shane.

Because here, with Ty, she felt something wild rising from deep within. Something reckless, and totally

uninhibited.

His finger swirled over her clit.

"Oh God. Please."

"Please what, Melissa?"

"Please do it."

His finger dabbed her clit and the sensitive nerve endings burst in tiny explosions of pleasure.

"Do what, my love?" he murmured against her ear.

"Drive your hard cock into me. Fuck me against the wall."

Oh God, she couldn't believe she was saying these things. What was he doing to her? Whatever it was, it was

incredibly erotic.

She felt his hands fumble, then something hard and hot press against her flesh.

"Oh yes . . ."

His cock. The head nudged into place against her slit. She desperately needed him inside her.

"Oh God. Fuck me."

He slid in a little, his cock head stretching her, gloriously opening her to his invasion . . . then pulled back.

"Noooo," she wailed.

He stepped back and smiled. She glanced down to see his erection jutting out of his pants. Long. Hard. She

longed to touch it. To taste it.

She stared at him, wide-eyed.

He wrapped his hand around the shaft and stroked its length, a half smile curving his lips. She felt light-headed .

. . staring at his rigid cock. . . .

"Do you want to touch it?" he asked, as if reading her mind. He stroked his rigid rod again.

She nodded.

He released his cock and leaned forward, nuzzling her neck, then lightly kissing her mouth. He drew her lower lip

into his mouth and nibbled lightly, then sucked. His tongue teased the insides of her lips as he stroked around

them, then slid inside her mouth. She drew on his tongue, sucking softly, pul ing him a little deeper. Their

tongues tangled and curled together, then his slipped away. Her wrists strained against the metal bands in

frustration. He kissed down her neck then along her shoulder. His mouth traveled downward, then captured first

one nipple, then the other. She moaned softly. He slid farther down, pulsed his tongue into her navel, then

lapped at her bel y. A moment later, the tip of his tongue caressed her pubic curls, then dabbed lightly over her

clit. She gasped, then moaned as glorious sensations burst through her.

He sat back on his heels and glanced up at her.

"You seem to want something, but I wonder what."

"I want you to lick me. There."

"Where?"

"My . . . pussy."

He leaned forward and licked along her slit. He stopped short of her aching button, then licked her again. Still,

he stopped short of that needy bundle of nerves.

"My . . . clit. Lick my clit."

He dabbed his tongue against it, then sucked lightly.

She gasped as an orgasm slammed through her.

"Oh God . . . oh yeah . . . oh God!!!!"

She gasped for breath, again and again, as he sucked and prodded, driving her higher and higher.

Finally, she slumped against the wall, sucking in air to fill her aching lungs.

Just as she'd found release from the tremendous need he'd awakened in her, he began to suck her nipples

again. One after the other, stoking the flame of her desire yet again.

"I want you to do something you've never done before. Something you'd like to do." He kissed her, stroking the inside of her mouth with his tongue.