He left her lying on his desk with her legs spread while he waltzed toward a bank of cabinets and pulled from one a bag with cuffs and rope and god knows what else. He secured her legs to the legs of the desk, leaving little slack, then bound her wrists over her head, turning her body into his tethered f**k toy.
The natural fires in her lower regions shamelessly surged as the reality of her vulnerable position became so evident. She may not have been attracted to Lawrence Bolton, but in her current frame of mind, she could not stop her physical response to his dominating behavior.
Thankfully, he didn’t just rip the tailored blouse apart and snap the buttons loose. Instead, he took them one by one, slowly, methodically, until they were all undone and the blouse opened with her breasts flo
