Private 02 - Private Paradise

everything he had, but Carla was going to give as good as she got, and no way was she admitting defeat.
    Her common sense tried to make one last stand, screaming at her that she was crazy, that she should get off this bed immediately, get dressed and kick Sam's ass out of here.
    But one look at Sam, looming over the foot of her bed like some kind of beast about to claim his mate, chased it away.
    Part of her―the part that wasn't soaking wet with need and aching have him bury his cock inside her―was a little scared. Okay, a lot scared. Sam was angry, maybe even a little hurt by what she’d said and now he wanted to exact his revenge.

    But instinctively, she knew Sam wasn't capable of hurting her―not physically anyway. As for the other...she'd managed to keep her heart locked away from him up until now, hadn't she?
    Hadn't she?
    Even if the answer was no, her body had taken over, and right now it was telling her in no uncertain terms that whatever Sam had planned for her, it was worth the risk.
    Carla pushed herself to the middle of the bed and propped herself up on her elbows. She planted one foot flat on the bedspread and bent her knee slightly. His eyes moved over her like a blue flame, leaving prickles of heat in their wake.
    He toed off his shoes but didn't take off any other clothing. He crawled up over her, the fabric of his shirt abrading the hard tips of her breasts, his pants making a rustling sound as they blushed over her legs.
    There was something a little dirty about being naked while he still had his clothes on, she thought as he slid his hand up the underside of her arm, flattening it to the mattress as he twined his fingers with hers. One muscled thigh parted her knees and she couldn't stop herself from rolling her hips to rub her pussy against the hardness. But it was a poor substitute for what she really wanted, which was throbbing insistently against her belly, straining against the fly of his pants.
    His breath caught as she leaned up to kiss the hollow of his throat, bared by the open collar of his shirt. “This can only be for tonight,” she whispered, as much to herself as to him. “After tonight, we have to be over.”
    “ We'll see,” he said, his voice strained.
    Carla felt him tug on her arm and a strange ripping sound. Her eyes flew open and she realized Sam had secured her right wrist to the top right post of her four poster bed. Before she had time to react, Sam had her left wrist in his grip.
    Her gaze locked on the set of bindings dangling from his free hand.
    “ What are those?” she asked stupidly, unable to keep the nervous tremor out of her voice as her eyes met his. In his eyes she could see the calculated glint under the blunt desire.
    She tugged at her wrist, but the cuff held tight on both ends.
    “ You know damned well what they are.”
    Her stomach did a little flip as she wondered when Sam had come across the array of “pleasure packs” Holley Cay provided, upon request, to the more adventurous guests.
    Considering everything else that was available, Carla thought with a little shiver, she wondered if the restraints were the only thing Sam had availed himself of.
    “ And you know exactly what I thought when I saw them.”
    Her nostrils flared and she tried to yank her free wrist from his grip as he pulled it up toward the opposite bed post. As fit as she was, it was pathetically easy for him to pin her wrist to secure the other cuff.
    “ Oh really? What's that?” she snapped and tried to summon a withering look as she rocked her hips up, hard this time as she tried to buck him off.
    “ I was thinking about how fun it would be for me to tie you to the bed and fuck you all night. Just like you're thinking now.”
    “ I've never wanted to be tied up.” she said, her voice breathless.
    “ Liar.” He breathed hard as he struggled to get her legs secure. She flailed her legs, felt a burst of satisfaction when she heard him grunt in pain after her foot connected with his stomach. Still, within seconds, she was securely bound, spread-eagled and naked on the bed.
    Helpless.
    Sam pushed off the bed, ignoring her demands to be set free. “If you don't let me go I'll scream so loud someone will hear me.”
    “ Go ahead,” Sam said with a smirk as he yanked off his shirt and shoved his pants and boxers down his legs. “Whoever comes will find you tied naked to the bed with your director of security. I know Holley Cay has a reputation for hedonism but that