Tag: bdsm, bdsm-romance, contemporary-erotic-romance, erotic-romance

Her inexperience demanding to be overturned intrigued him. She’d called him a gentleman. He was. When shown a door, he’d been taught to open it.

Most politicians’ voices dripped with air kisses and firm handshakes, affable and approachable, telling you what you wanted to hear. But Jonathon Brond had an edge. The man didn’t hide the power in his voice.

He snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her into him with an unyielding strength. She’d been unmistakably seized.

He brought his lips and hot breath close to her ear. “And once I have you bound and helpless, how should I take you? Missionary? From behind? Against the wall?” He pulled back to face her. “Or all ways?”She inched her legs further apart, and nodded.