Mirin, Christelle - Morgan's Protégé [Bonding Camp 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) Read Online Free PDF

have an orgasm with a man under normal circumstances, and she hadn’t really blinked an eye at doing it. There was something about Morgan Moss that made her want to do whatever he asked. It felt right to her to do it, too. And stimulating. Looking up into those dark, intense eyes of his made her pussy clench with need. “Just tell me what to do,” she whispered, her throat tight.
    “Before we begin, I want you to give me a word, a ‘safe’ word. One that you’ll remember in times of extreme pressure. It’s for your peace of mind. If you say the ‘safe’ word, I’ll stop whatever I’m doing.”
    Her mind raced. How extreme was this going to get that she needed a “safe” word? She’d read about sadism and masochism, bondage and all the things involved with it. She even had a friend in college who kept handcuffs and leather collars in her panty drawer for her and her boyfriend to use. Grace had always been curious about it but had never met anyone she felt comfortable enough with to try it out. She was the one usually in control of situations, including during sex. What would it be like to give up that control, if only for a little while? Just the thought of it caused her nipples to tighten. She gazed up at the devilish man in front of her. She knew he’d never reveal what happened between them to the outside world. She’d read the clause in the non-disclosure agreement about if anything was made public about her, the firm would be required to pay her a sizable amount of money. And she knew the firm would definitely not want it publicized. The feisty side of her wanted to try this. Could she possibly allow him the control?
    “Breathe,” she said.
    Both his eyebrows rose. “Breathe? That’s your word?”
    She nodded. “Yes.” Her fingers tightened on his thigh.
    He glanced down at where her hand rested then turned his gaze back to her eyes. “Stand there and don’t move.” He stood and went to the other side of the desk and picked up the phone.
    Grace didn’t move, didn’t even turn her head to look at him. She didn’t want to screw up already. She heard him pick up the phone and punch some numbers.
    “Sarah,” he said. “Ms. Moore and I will be having a meeting in my private quarters. I do not want to be disturbed. I will call you in an hour with further instructions.”
    She heard him disconnect and replaced the handset. He rounded the desk and grabbed her wrist, pulling her toward the door. “Where are we going?” she asked, rushing to keep up as they entered the hall and headed toward the door at the end of it.
    “I am taking you to my most private place. My sanctum.” He pulled a set of keys from his pocket and unlocked the door at the end of the hall. “Come.”
    With his long fingers still wrapped around her wrist, she had no choice but to follow. The room they entered was dark, only a dim light in the far back corner for light. Grace blinked rapidly, trying to see into the darkness. It looked as if the walls were painted black, along with the floor and ceiling. She could barely see anything except something hanging from the middle of the ceiling that glimmered like metal. Were those chains? The door closed behind her, and the metallic click of the lock came to her ears. She crossed her arms, hugging her waist, and waited.
    Morgan moved in front of her and stopped. Reaching around her, he moved a switch, and the lights grew a little brighter. The walls, floor, and ceiling were black, but she couldn’t see anything else around Morgan.
    “In here, I am more than your boss, Grace. You are about to learn what it is I like. But first, we’re going to spend a little time on you and finding out your tastes. Can you relinquish control of yourself to me?” Morgan’s eyes blazed into hers.
    Her tummy started to tremble. This was slightly scary and very exciting. She nodded, gazing into those eyes.
    “All right then. We’ll begin once you’ve removed your clothes and put on the robe inside