Page 51 of The Soul of Archer
Lance was rock hard by the time she finished telling him what she wanted. He could definitely give her what she wanted. His hand clamped around the back of her neck, pulled her to him and kissed her. His other hand took hold of her wrists and pinned them behind her at the small of her back. Her body went lax against him as she met his brutal kiss, her hips rocking forward pressing into his erection. Lance broke the kiss.
“Go below. Strip and lay on the bed. I want you in the center spread eagle.”
“Yes…Sir,”
Alora was on her feet and on jelly legs, hurrying below. At the foot of the bed she stripped, moaning when the fabric of her bra and dress brushed against her feverish skin and sensitive nipples. Following his instructions, she lay on the center of the bed spread eagle. The boat slowly rocking with the current only added to the atmosphere. Closing her eyes, she let the sway of the boat ease what last bit of nerves she had. About a minute later she heard Lance coming down the steps. Opening her eyes, she followed him as he went to each porthole and pull the shades over them. The only light now came from the low lights that ran along the floor.
“You look delicious Tigress.” He smiled, pulling off his shirt and dropping it to the floor.
“So, do you. Sir.” She breathed, drinking him in.
Lance stood at the foot of the bed in only his jeans. His tattoos standing out against his tanned muscled torso. She could look at him for hours. She watched him reach into one of his back pockets. He lifted his hand to show her a length of braided cord. Alora knew what he was going to do with that and she couldn’t wait. Lance moved toward the counter to her right. He opened one of the drawers and removed two handkerchiefs. Without a word he stepped up to her right side first.
Methodically, he gently wrapped one of the soft handkerchiefs around her wrist before slipping the cord around it. Draping the other end across her chest he moved to her left side. Alora gasped and her eyes fluttered closed when he tugged the cord so that it rubbed across her nipples. They were hard, and throbbing and the soft cord only excited them more. She barely noticed him binding her left wrist in the same fashion he had with her right.
“How do you feel Alora?”
“Excited. Hot.”
“Good.”
