Page 141 of An Indecent Longing

She swallowed hard at Ian’s absolute calm tone, so at odds with the ferocity of lust in his gaze. Her body sensed the leash he had on his emotions, sensed how close he was to snapping it and giving her what she wanted. What she was afraid to put into words.

Ian raised a brow. “Nothing to say?”

She couldn’t unstick her tongue, not with Ben’s hands molding her breasts and Ian’s slowly tightening his tie around her wrists.

As their gazes held, Ian slowly tugged on the strip of fabric, stretching her arms out in front of her while Ben held her against him.

Anticipation made her throat go dry, the feeling of being pulled in different directions making it hard for her to breathe.

“Let her go,” Ian ordered. “I want her on the bed.”

Ben took his time complying, nuzzling his nose into her neck before biting her again and giving her breasts one last squeeze. Then he released her and stepped away, leaving her slightly chilled.

“Come here, Dorrie.”

Ian didn’t tug on the tie, didn’t do anything other than watch her. Leaving the final decision to her. But she had the feeling that once she took that first step, she’d give Ian and Ben the reins for the rest of the night. And possibly much, much longer.

And isn’t that what you want? To let them take control?

“Now.”

The command in Ian’s voice almost made her balk. But the burst of heat between her legs got her moving. She did want this. Wanted them.

She took the first step and swore she saw relief in Ian’s eyes. She took the second and that relief turned to blazing heat.

It took every ounce of bravado she had to walk to the bed and sit on the side. Her feet dangled a few inches off the floor and Ian still held the tie in one hand. With the other, he worked the buttons on his shirt until he’d released most of them.

“Lie back.”

She almost balked again, almost made the choice to unwrap the tie from her hands and walk out. But that was fear talking and she was not going to let fear get the best of her.

Over Ian’s shoulder, she saw Ben take a few steps closer, his gaze locked on her, waiting.

She eased back onto the mattress, the cool comforter making her shudder with sensation. She hadn’t realized she’d closed her eyes until she opened them again to find Ian shrugging his shirt off his shoulders so he could reach behind and pull his t-shirt over his head. His bare chest encouraged her heart to pound even harder.

And when she checked on Ben, she found he’d also stripped off his shirt and had moved to the other side of the bed.

“Arms over your head, sweetheart.”

She obeyed without hesitation this time, though her lungs could barely get enough oxygen now.

As soon as she did, Ben grabbed the tie and pulled her arms out straighter, almost to the point that she had to arch her back.

“So fucking beautiful.”

Ben’s rough voice was as much of a caress as the fingers he stroked along the exposed inside of her arm.

“Shift her around and tie her hands to the headboard.”

Her nipples pebbled and she pressed her thighs together to ease a little of the ache making her body feel like one throbbing nerve.

Biting her lip to stifle a moan, she had to make a conscious effort not to tense when Ben knelt next to her and put one hand on her thighs to pull her closer to the center of the bed then tugged on the tie until he had her where he wanted her.

The fabric tightened around her wrists as he looped the ends around the slats in the headboard and tied them off. She had the urge to yank on them and see just how strong she needed to be to get loose but forced herself to lie still instead.

“There you go.” Ian knelt on the bed next her. Sometime in the past thirty seconds, he’d stripped out of the rest of his clothes and now knelt beside her.

His erection bobbed as he shifted closer and she had the almost uncontrollable urge to taste him, make him come in her mouth.

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