The focus of his attention stole her breath. He jolted from his seat like a compressed spring bouncing free. When he hustled her toward the laboratory with a firm grip on her upper arm, she wondered if she was prepared to live this particular dream. She’d struggled to take all of his beefy cock in her pussy. Plus, being tied down seemed tame in comparison to being trussed up and left hanging at his mercy. The pressure of his unyielding grasp increased, supplemented by his hand in the small of her back, which kept her in motion when she faltered. The intensity of his silence unnerved her. Could she make this monumental leap of faith? She’d opened herself to utter vulnerability. Despite her earlier conviction, panic invaded the fringes of her arousal. “Stop thinking, baby. Just feel.” His voice, a bare whisper of sound, came from right next to her ear as his lips dusted her face. Relying on Kurt seemed instinctive now. She capitulated, allowing him to guide her over the threshold to his lair.
