Panic scuttled up her spine and some of what she felt must have shown on her face because Drake motioned for the man to stay back as Drake approached the bed. It was then she saw the rope Drake carried.
He sat on the edge of the bed and slid one hand leisurely down her body, his smile warm and reassuring, but his eyes glittered with need.
“Trust me,” he whispered.
And at those two words and the tenderness in his expression, her trepidation dissolved in an instant.
“Oh, I trust you,” she whispered, injecting all the warmth and emotion she felt into her smile.
He took one of her hands and looped the rope around her wrist, securely binding it to the slat she’d held moments earlier. Then he did the same with the other until both hands were tied, rendering her helpless to shield her nudity from the stranger standing a short distance away.
Then Drake leaned over and pressed his lips to her forehead.
“I will never hurt you, Angel, nor would I ever allow another to hurt you. My wish for tonight is to watch another man pleasure you. He is well aware of my boundaries and what I will and won’t allow.”
She licked her lips nervously and surprisingly, her initial fear dissipated, replaced by a warm hum of arousal. It was like tasting forbidden fruit. It felt decadently naughty for another man to pleasure her—have sex with her—at Drake’s command. And then another thought took hold and guilt surged rawly through her veins.
Her worried gaze found Drake’s and she stared helplessly at him, so many questions swirling in her mind. Of all the scenarios she’dimagined, this hadn’t been one of them. Drake was so forbiddingly possessive. She couldn’t wrap her mind around him being willing to share his... possession... with another man.
Drake’s gaze softened as he stroked and caressed her breasts, cupping and palming them, thumbing her nipples to hardened peaks.
“You do not betray me, my darling angel. I won’t have you thinking it, nor will I allow you to refuse yourself to feel pleasure because I am not the one providing it.”
Her brow furrowed in genuine puzzlement, but evidently Drake considered the matter concluded. He stood and turned, speaking in a formal tone to the man behind him.
“Her name is Evangeline and she is mine. She is a priceless treasure and I expect you to treat her as such. You will initiate her with gentleness and care until she is comfortable with your presence and touch. Then and only then can you exert your will—my will—as I’ve outlined to you.”
Then he turned back to Evangeline. “Angel, this is Manuel, a man I consider a friend and someone I trust. He will pleasure you, and I expect you to heed his commands, as they are mine. Tonight, I watch as another man pleasures and fucks what is mine.”
She shivered at the coarse, descriptive language Drake used, but then he’d likely purposely used it because he well knew her reaction when he had used it before.
And then Drake stepped away and walked to the chair diagonal to the bed where he would be afforded a prime view of her having sex with another man.
She was confused, curious, conflicted and wildly excited all at the same time. Her breaths came in rapid, short bursts and she could feel the heat of her flushed skin.
Manuel walked to the bed as Drake had done and stood staring down at her, raw arousal glittering brightly in his brilliant blue eyes.
“I am honored,” he said huskily. “Never before have I seen such a beautiful sight than an angel spread out before me, bound to the bed, her hair scattered across the pillows like silk.”
Oh, this man was good. Sheer seduction with only words.
“Touch her,” Drake said. “Caress every inch of her beautiful skin.”
Manuel slid one knee onto the bed and placed his palm over her belly, and she instantly jumped as a thousand tiny chill bumps erupted over her body.
“I won’t hurt you,” Manuel said softly.
“I know,” she said just as softly. “Drake would never let you.”
Manuel smiled. “Drake is a lucky bastard. Your trust in him is a gift most men can only dream of.”
Her gaze skittered to Drake to see approval glistening in his eyes. He was leaned back in the chair, looking relaxed and at ease. Any worries she had about angering him over her sexual response to the man he had chosen evaporated. He looked... pleased. As though he had great pride in her. And if this pleased him, if this was what he wanted, then she would give it to him unreservedly.
As if sensing her thoughts, his gaze burned into hers, approval still bright in his eyes.
“Your pleasure pleases me, Angel. Never forget that. You wanted to give me whatever I wanted tonight, and what I want most is to watch while another man temporarily owns you. Whenever you are comfortable enough with Manuel, then he will take over and I will become a passive observer. But never think for a moment that this isn’t something I will enjoy greatly. There is something decidedly erotic about seeing my woman tied to my bed, fucked and dominated by another man.”
She moaned as Manuel’s hands traveled the same path as Drake’s had just moments before over her breasts. His touch was different. Were she blindfolded, she’d know the difference all the same.
