Page 69 of Dangerous Men

“Do you trust me?” Ash asks, staring up from between my legs. His eyes are an ocean blue so bright I feel like I’m drowning in them.

Honestly? No, I don’t trust him. I don’t even know this man. But at this moment, I’m willing to say anything that will keep him touching me. I nod eagerly.

“Good,” Ash smiles. He leans back to the table.

“Give me your hands,” he says, holding up the cuffs. I whimper, trying to clench my legs together, but Ash is between them, holding them open. I hold my wrists out in front of me, strangely thrilled by the prospect.

He’s done this before, I realize, watching how quickly he gets the cuffs open, and how deftly he clasps them around my wrists. He’s done thisa lotbefore.

“Put your arms above your head,” Ash tells me. “And don’t move them unless I tell you to.”

I obey, trembling.

“I’m going to start slow, okay?” he tells me, reaching for the first vibrator, the smaller one. “But you tell me if I go too fast for you. Just say the word, and I’ll cool it. Understand?”

I nod. He trails the toy down my body slowly, only flicking it on when he reaches my hips. I jump, shocked by the sound as it jolts to life, and Ash chuckles.

“Jumpy little thing, aren’t you?” He laughs.

He slides the toy lower and lower, finally slipping it between my legs and?—

“Oh!” I gasp, arching up as Ash touches the toy to my clit, the sensation almost verging on too much.

He leaves it there for a few seconds, sliding it up and down just a fraction, letting me get a feel for it. Then he moves it even lower, wetting it with my own arousal before slipping it inside me.

It slides in easily enough, and I sigh, relaxing back against the couch.

“How’s that?” Ash asks, pumping it in and out of me slowly.

“That’s good,” I moan. “That’s so good.”

Ash grins. With his other hand, he reaches down, gripping himself through his pants.

“I’m glad you like it, Babygirl, but I think you can take more,” he says. He pulls the toy out slowly with little warning, switching it off and setting it back on the table. I expect him to grab the other toy right away, but he doesn’t. He takes off his shirt instead, then stands, hands going to his belt.

Seeing Alec through the video camera was a whole new experience for me, but it’s nothing compared to having the real thing. When Ash steps out of his jeans, kneeling next to me on the couch, the air goes out of me.

He’s gorgeous. Every part of him is so excruciatingly perfect and toned. I reach out to touch him unthinkingly, completely forgetting my hands are cuffed.

“If you move those hands again, I will spank your ass raw,” Ash warns me. My whole body goes stiff at those words, a surprising flood of desire flowing through me. But I do what he says.

“I want to make sure you’re wet enough to take it,” Ash says, leaning over my body to kiss my thighs. His hips are up near my face, and his cock is so close I can see it twitch as he spreads me open, tongue flicking out to lick at my clit.

I gasp, almost forgetting to keep my arms above my head. I remember just in time, gripping the cushions beneath me to keep them in place.

“Fuck, I love the way you taste,” Ash groans, lips closing around my clit. I believe him, too. I didn’t think it was possible for Ash to get harder, but he does, his cock pulsing next to me.

He licks and sucks at me until I’m close to the edge, and then stops, pulling away and reaching back to the table for the bigger toy.

This one has a remote. Ash grips it in one hand as he positions the toy with the other, sliding it up and down over me until it’s nice and wet. I tense when he pushes it against my entrance.

“Relax,” Ash says, arms flexing as he holds it in place. “Take a deep breath for me and let it out slowly.”

I do, inhaling for three full seconds, and then exhaling. As I do, the toy slides in.

I gasp, clenching around it. But it’s not as bad as I thought it would be. It’s…

It’s wonderful.