Page 107 of The Restoration Program
“You look so pretty on your knees for me. Maybe later, I’ll get on my knees too… If you’re very, very good for me.” A gentle kiss teased the base of her navel, stirring pleasant butterflies when the rumble of his voice touched there. “Can you do that, sweetheart?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Say it.”
“I’ll be so good for you.”
A noise of approval resonated through her belly. Then Ryan shifted back to give her room. “Show me.” He arched an eyebrow, a look that was usually teasing and fun that now made Nicole shiver inside. “Come on… I don’t have to do itfor you, do I?
Nicole offered the only movement she was capable of doing. With some effort, she spread her knees and arched her back, bound hands bobbing between her ankles. Ryan wrapped a hand around her middle and pulled her to the edge of the pillow. She thought she glimpsed him smiling at her shout from the sudden movement, but she couldn’t be sure because he was on her now. His tongue pushed between her spread legs while his free hand dove into his boxers.
“I want you to orgasm just for me tonight. When I say so,” he said. “And not a second sooner.”
His tongue worked magic, but Nicole couldn’t focus on the thrill. The air was heavy as she squirmed to adjust herself. She couldn’t budge the bindings but found she could rock somewhat on the pliant surface of the pillow, shifting her weight around to a different angle.
This must’ve been off script. Ryan stopped short to hook a finger through the intersection of strands across her chest. With barely a flick of his wrist, he jerked her to a hard stop.
“I don’t think so,” he purred.
Her heart thudded. In that moment, she felt the power he wielded in his single hand. Felt the weightless movement, like she was a doll being toyed with.
“Did you hear me?” he asked.
“Ow! Ryan, that hurts!”
His hand slid down to cup her waist instead. Gave her a gentler squeeze.
“Just... hold still,” he recovered gruffly.
The rising frustration in his eyes faded in response to her assumed obedience. A chill danced beneath the warmth of his fingers. In his fantasy, apparently her character was meant to be enthralled to be in this position.
Ride it out, she told herself.
As it turned out, holding still for him was impossible.
He continued to jerk himself off, lost in his reverie as his mouth dragged over her again. His teeth were involved this time. He worked his way up her hips until he bit her breast with careless pressure.
“Ryan!” she yelped.
He pulled away a fraction. For a flicker of a second, he searched the bite for signs of injury, though he apparently found none. She had a full view of the instant he slipped back into character. The spark rooted in his gaze was near manic as he brushed the pad of his thumb over her lips, muffling another sound of protest.
“I suggest you keep that pretty mouth shut,” he said. “Unless you want that tied up, too.”
Speechless, she could only wonder what he saw when he looked at her in that moment. Did he see his wife happily playing the character of his fantasy? How could henotsee the real fear starting to shine in her wide eyes?
For a moment, he was as terrifying as her kidnapper. As bad as every stranger who eyed her with curiosity and hunger on the streets.
“R-Ry, can we—”
Gripping her again, he cut her off and continued roughly.
If she weren’t so helpless, she might have found it in her to appreciate this dominant side of him. But he had stolen whatever feeble ability she had to defend herself. She couldn’t even move her legs to kick him.
“Stop,” she croaked. “P-peach.”
He couldn’t hear her over his moans—she could tell he was gettingclose, but it wouldn’t be soon enough. His tongue pushed harder.
“Ryan! PEACH!” Tears trickled out. “S-stop! That’s enough!”
