The Ties That Bind

Chapter Six: Whip It Good

March 25, Von Karma Estate, 8:00 AM

Miles claimed Franziska's lips once more, feasting on her mouth, licking and nibbling her lips as if he'd caught his prey and couldn't get enough to please his appetite. There wasn't a part of her mouth he hadn't touched, and her kisses matched his with the same hunger and need.

He removed the last of her clothing, gently trailing his fingertips, followed by his lips, over her shoulders as he slid the straps of her camisole down her arms, then continued the trail of feathery kisses on the exposed skin, down her firm abdomen and her inner thighs until Franziska lay in all her naked glory beneath him, save for a pair of black lace French-cut panties.

Miles' eyes were dark and seemed almost possessed as they raked her body with a fierceness that drove tingles through her. He leaned back and ran his eyes over her body from head to toe. She could feel the heat and passion of his eyes sweep over her and an inferno erupted through every cell of her body.

"You are simply beautiful, Franziska," he whispered in a lust-filled tone and leaned back over her so their naked bodies were pressed against one another.

He groaned at how good her body felt against him, her hands cupping his head and her passionate moans in his ear. He realized she'd already seduced him in a way that had nothing to do with sex. She had full control over his heart and mind. She stirred his emotions in ways he didn't have words for yet, but for now, he wanted to please her and hear more of her breathless moans that he had provoked.

"Your whip, Franziska, where is it?" He asked suddenly, raising his head and looking down into her stunned face.

"My night table... why?" She asked hesitantly.

"You'll see." He leaned to the side of the bed and found the object he was looking for, as well as a pair of black, thigh-high stockings.

Miles crawled on top of her with the full force of his weight. "Franziska," he said sternly, grabbing hold of one of her wrists and shoving it over her head. "I am about to tie you to this bedpost and give you the fucking you've been begging for since the you left me at that LA airport."

Prior to losing her virginity the year before to an old law school classmate at a drunken party, Franziska had read the reports on mating heat—the list of sensations felt, the intensity of it—and it hadn't prepared her for this. Not this. The wildness rising inside her, crashing over her and obliterating any control she could have thought to possess. All she could do was feel.

"Miles, I vanquish all control to you," she said submissively, her normally controlling nature obliterated in exchange for passion. "In this bedroom – if nowhere else – you are the one in charge. I just... want you to still respect me after all is said and done...and hopefully still want me."

He looked down at her, his determined expression now replaced by one of tenderness. "Meine dame, I would never not want you. I'll want you tomorrow when I wake up, Franziska. I'll want you tomorrow evening when I come home and see you again, next month, the year after." His voice was low and sexy, his eyes telling of his desire. "You're all I will ever want."

He finished tying her hands to the bedpost, his eyes seeking hers, giving her one final chance to decline. She gave a tiny nod and looked at him with pure trust, eyes widened in anticipation.

Miles held the whip in his hand, and, folding it in half, slowly ran a trail down Franziska's body, as she lay there, trembling. He began sliding the leather slowly down her neck, rubbing it across her nipples until they were as hard as pebbles, before continuing the teasing path down to the apex of her thighs. She gasped and arched her back, the ties straining against her wrists, as he nudged the whip against her core.