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

this room.” He took her arm and turned her to the right. He opened a narrow door, revealing what looked like a dressing room in a department store. “Stay inside until I come and get you. Clear?” His voice was taking on a more commanding tone.
    “Yes, Morgan.” She entered the room and turned to the door.
    He closed it, but he didn’t lock it. She heard him walk away, his footsteps fading. Grace glanced around the tiny room. There was a chair and a red robe that looked like silk hanging from a hook on the back of the door. Nothing else. Her fingers trembling a little, she removed her clothes, folding them and laying them on the chair. Naked, she was slightly chilled. Taking the robe from the back of the door, she slipped it on, noticing there was no belt or buttons to close it over her nakedness. The only type of closure at all was along the shoulders, where there were a row of snaps along each shoulder down to the edge of the sleeves, which hung to her elbows. It resembled a hospital gown, but no hospital gown she’d ever seen was made out of red silk.
    What am I doing? I’m standing here naked except for a strange robe, waiting for a man to come and get me and take me into a totally black room where it looked like there were chains hanging from the ceiling.
    She worried her bottom lip with her teeth. She wanted to do this, wanted to see just what this was all about without worrying about anyone finding out. She also wanted to do whatever it took to get this internship, but she didn’t want to look unprofessional.
    She didn’t have any more time to think about it because the door opened and Morgan reached in and grabbed her wrist. “It’s time,” he said, pulling her back out into the room. He had removed all of his clothes except for his pants, which were tight and dark.
    Grace had the urge to run her hand over his rippled abs. She’d never seen a man this up close who looked so toned and hard muscled. Morgan was a large man, tall and very imposing. He moved her into the room, stopping beneath the chains. Without another word, he caught her chin with one hand and tipped her head back. Then his mouth claimed hers in a savage kiss.
    She closed her eyes and melted when his tongue forced its way between her lips. Instant searing heat flamed through her, his tongue doing interesting things inside her mouth, his fingers gripping her chin and not allowing her to move her head. She reached up to rest her right hand on his shoulder, wanting to lean into him, but he grabbed her wrist yet again and forced her hand down to her side.
    Straightening, he speared her with his eyes. “Do not touch me unless I tell you to.”
    “Okay,” she said, almost breathless from that searing kiss.
    “No.” He rested his finger on the tip of her nose. “The answer is ‘yes, Morgan.’ Clear?”
    “Yes, Morgan.” Oh my god, this man is hot.
    Reaching up, he took hold of the chains and shook them. “These are for you,” he said, taking one of her wrists and lifting her arm. He fumbled with the chain, and then she felt something like leather wrap around her wrist. He tightened it then let loose of her arm. The restraint held her arm high, her elbow slightly bent. It wasn’t uncomfortable. Then he did the same to her other wrist.
    She was growing hotter by the second. The sensation of being handcuffed with leather restraints was something she’d never experienced, but it was turning her on faster than if she was using her own vibrator. Her pussy twitched, beginning to cream a bit. With her arms held high, the robe came partially open, revealing one of her breasts. She looked up into his eyes and took a deep breath, knowing it caused her breasts to rise. She was proud of her figure and wasn’t afraid to show it. After all, she may only be five foot three, but she wore a thirty-six DD bra, and her hips matched that curve even though her waist was only twenty-four inches.
    Morgan’s gaze dropped to her exposed breast, and he