The Sextet - Entanglements [The Sextet Anthology, Volume 4] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) Read Online Free PDF Page A

inside, shutting the door behind her. “Where are you?”
    “Come here.” His voice was firm yet held not a single note of unkindness. A shiver raced over her skin, and she gave her sexy outfit one last check to be sure everything was in its proper place, seams straight, and stockings pulled up. “Now, Angie.”
    She followed his voice, stopping only when she saw the setup Noah had made for their evening.
    In the middle of the great room sat a large, brass bed covered in shiny black sheets. On it rested several coils of white rope that seemed to shimmer in the faint light pouring through the covered skylights. The candles cast a dappled glow across the room. A few more candles burned on the granite top of the kitchen island. An oak barstool was the only other furniture in the place. The setting was romantic, but her heart started to slam in her chest when Angie’s gaze returned to the ropes.
    Yes, she trusted Noah. Did she trust him enough to let him use that rope, to put her entirely at his mercy? The sheer naughtiness of it sent a flood of heat to her pussy, and she squirmed, feeling herself growing wet. Desire fanned from her core to her limbs, making her breath come in pants as her nipples hardened against the brush of lace covering them.
    She didn’t jump when Noah came up behind her, somehow sensing his nearness. His hands reached around to grab her tits, and he pinched them gently with his fingers, rolling the nipples until they became firm pebbles. He was naked. His cock, already hot and hard, rubbed against her ass as his muscled chest pressed to her back. Angie’s heart pounded harder.
    “You trust me, baby,” he purred in her ear, stating it as a fact rather than posing a question. “You trust me enough that I can do anything to you. And you want me to do all sorts of things. Things you’ve never had done to those tits, to that pussy.”
    “Yes. Yes. I trust you, Noah.”
    “Then close your eyes.”
    She squeezed them tight as she also squeezed her thighs together, loving the sumptuous, sexual want thrumming through her body. Something inside her was free, something that could never have been free without her love for Noah and Noah’s love for her.
    His warmth left her, making her whimper, but she didn’t open her eyes.
    “Put your hands in front of you.”
    She obeyed, and his calloused hands grasped her wrists. Something as soft as silk wrapped around until she couldn’t separate her hands. “The ropes?”
    “Yeah.”
    A brief flash of fear—or was it excitement?—came when she tried to gently pull away from her restraints. She was at his mercy now, and there would be no way to defend herself.
    About to ask if she could open her eyes, he answered her question by wrapping a blindfold, something elastic and as soft as lamb’s wool, around her head, covering her eyes. “Can’t I watch?”
    A rough hand grabbed her chin and held her still. “I won’t tell you again. You can only do what I tell you. You disobey or ask a question again, you will be punished.”
    She almost blurted out a question about what her punishment would be but bit her lip instead.
    Noah started walking her backward until the back of her thighs hit something firm.
    “Sit,” he commanded.
    Angie found herself on what had to be the barstool.
    Trying to rely on the senses she could use, she tried to figure out what he was doing. A refrigerator door? Beeping…and then humming. Perhaps a microwave? The rattle of dishes and the scrape of silverware. Whatever had hummed beeped again, insistently.
    The smell filling the air was sumptuous, but she couldn’t identify it. Although she was dying to ask, Angie held her tongue. Her stomach growled loud enough Noah had to have heard it. She’d worked straight through lunch, and hunger was dimming some of the enjoyment of this experience.
    “Open your mouth.” His voice came from directly in front of her.
    Quickly obeying, she opened even wider when he gently fed her. A piece of