Bound Read Online Free PDF Page A

frantic center of her pleasure.
    Grace’s body jackknifed in a spasm of intense, almost overwhelming release and she cried out with pleasure as her long-delayed orgasm was finally allowed to explode. As it slowly died away her body continued to shudder, because the soft silken cloth was still being trailed between her thighs and it seemed as though the hot, sweet rush of release would never end.
    Finally Andrew moved off the sofa, Grace lay still and the room fell silent. “Twenty minutes,” said David calmly. “You can open your eyes now.”
    Feeling exposed and ashamed, Grace decided to keep them closed.
    “I said open your eyes,” instructed David.
    Reluctantly she obeyed him. He was standing at the foot of the couch, looking down at her sweat-streaked body with detached interest. “You enjoyed that didn’t you?” he asked.
    “Yes,” she whispered, unable to make out his expression in the shadowy light from the candles.
    “Good. I’m not sure you’re totally satisfied though. I think you’re going to find it very difficult to last forty minutes with only one more chance of release. What do you think?”
    Grace knew that he was right. Now that the last tremors of her climax had died away, she still felt aroused and receptive. She knew that David would be well aware of this, as he had often pleasured her multiple times before having his own orgasm. She bit on her lower lip. “I don’t know,” she lied.
    “Oh I think you do,” he said, then sat beside her on the couch, his long, familiar fingers brushing her dark hair off her hot forehead. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, “beautiful and insatiable. It’s an irresistible combination.”
    “Then why isn’t it enough for you,” she asked softly. “Why do we have to come here and…”
    He pressed three fingers tightly against her mouth. “Because it’s exciting and challenging. It’s impossible to be bored if you belong to the Dining Club.”
    “But you’ve never bored me,” she protested.
    “No whispering,” said Andrew with a laugh. “What next, David?”
    “I think it’s my turn now,” said David. “Put the cushions on the floor, Amber.”
    Taking hold of Grace’s hands he helped her off the couch.
    Shamed by the way her wanton body had behaved, she kept her eyes averted from Amber and Andrew as David gestured for her to sit on a pile of cushions in front of a large chair, then watched him as he took off his clothes. The sight of his lean but muscular torso made her mouth go dry with desire.
    She’d never been as obsessed with a man as she was with David. He was everything she’d dreamed of, or so she’d thought before he’d revealed his other life, and his need for the Dining Club.
    Once he was naked he sat himself behind Grace, and she could feel his erection nudging against the base of her spine. He put his feet flat on the floor, so that his knees were raised.
    “Put your legs round the outside of mine,” he instructed her, “then let your knees fall away to the sides.” Once she’d done this he hooked his feet under her ankles and moved his legs to open hers even wider, leaving her sex fully exposed to the watching Amber and Andrew.
    “She’s still very moist,” remarked Amber, sitting down next to them and cupping Grace’s sex vulva in one hand.
    Grace felt herself flushing with humiliation, trying not to think of how she must look to Amber and Andrew.
    “Good,” said David, “I was counting on that.”
    Grace’s breath caught in her throat as Amber touched her lightly on the inside of her sex lips before moving away and peeling off her dress. As Grace had guessed, she was totally naked beneath it.
    “I’ll sit with Andrew and watch,” murmured Amber, crouching behind Andrew who was seated on the end of the couch.
    “Remember to listen to the clock, Grace,” David reminded her.
    She couldn’t see it from where they were sitting, but she could hear it very clearly. “How much longer before the