Page 43 of Vicious Redemption

And when she leans back to peer into my eyes, her onyx gaze is soft and pleading.

It’s one thing to tell her that I won’t do it when she’s fully clothed, and I’m under control. But right now, with Tia naked and practically begging to be tied up despite my objections, she’s impossible to resist. I can’t deny her anything.

Sighing, I close my eyes and press my forehead to hers. “Okay,” I murmur reluctantly.

“Really?” she gasps, her excitement bubbling to the surface as she kisses me fiercely.

Still, I’m not about to do to her exactly what I’ve done to girls in the past. Because she has no clue what she’s asking. Those girls had experience. They’d been to gentlemen’s clubs, had plenty of sex, and understood bondage, domination, and punishment.

Those women entered into our physical relationships willingly and with an understanding of what it meant. But Tia’s coming from a completely different background—one that didn’t start off on the right foot between us and even now leaves questions lingering.

I fear she might not be ready for the darker shades of sex. And the last thing I want to do is break Tia or have her find she’s in over her head. I sure as hell don’t want to hurt her—or our child.

Not that I’ve taken things to the extreme before like some men do. I’m of the mind that it’s better to maintain a balance between pain and pleasure. To be the master of both. But I’ve also never tried bondage with a pregnant woman before. And I don’t want to make a misstep.

Not with Tia. Not ever.

But I can’t deny Tia when she pleads so sweetly. She speaks to that animal instinct inside me that wants to claim her for my own. Stealing my resolve, I draw a distinct line in my head. Tonight, I will not cross it. I’ll explore it a little bit and see if Tia even likes it.

Breaking our kiss, I command, “Leave your shoes on and lie on the bed.”

She releases a shaky breath, her full lips parting as her eyes go wide with surprise. She didn’t think I would bend on this. But she does as I said, turning to step away from me. I watch her hips sway as she goes. God, but my wife is perfect. I can hardly blame Elena for being jealous of her. That’s all her act was at dinner—envy in its greenest shade.

And if this is what Tia needs to realize how desperately I crave her, then I’ll give her a peek into my less respectable world. Loosening my tie, I follow Tia with my eyes, and as she crawls across the sheets, I shrug out of my suit jacket.

“Put your hands above your head,” I instruct, drawing my tie from beneath my collar and dropping it on the foot of the bed.

Tia obeys, seeming to willingly accept my domination. Settling back onto the mattress, she lets her long dark locks fan around her as she crosses her wrists above her head. Her pose is soft and sensual as she tucks her nose beside her elbow to watch me from one thickly lashed, dark, seductive eye.

“Like this?” she asks as I unbutton my shirt and strip out of it.

“Perfect,” I murmur.

Picking up my tie from the bed, I swiftly form two loops with it. Slipping one around Tia’s wrist, I guide the fabric around the bedpost before threading her other hand through the second hole. Then I pull it tight.

Tia gasps at the soft snick of fabric growing taut, and when she flexes her arms, she has only the slightest freedom of movement.

“Now you’re mine to do with as I please,” I promise, leaning over her to brush my lips across hers.

“Aren’t I always?” she breathes, her gasps quickening as I run my hands down her arms, lightly tickling her before I find her breasts and palm them.

I chuckle darkly. “The point of tying someone up is so they can’t stop you from taking what you want, Tia,” I instruct.

That seems to give her pause, and her breaths hitch nervously.

Kicking off my shoes, I join her on the bed.

Her lips part, her chest rising and falling more adamantly now, and I catch the slightest flicker of apprehension in her eyes. I will definitely have to take baby steps with her. She’s had a lot of freedoms taken away from her in life. I won’t let her pleasure during sex be another one. Not if I have a say about it.

I want to be the kind of man who’s worthy of worshiping her body, so I can’t push things too far. “If you want me to stop at any time, you tell me immediately, Tia,” I command.

She gives a jerky nod.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“I’ll tell you to stop if I don’t like it,” she promises, her cheeks flushing a seductive shade of rose.

“Good.” Slowly, I work my way down Tia’s body with my hands, relishing the way she squirms beneath my touch. I keep my fingers light, tickling her flesh and raising goosebumps across her soft skin.

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