Page 34 of Dare to Surrender (NY Dares 1)
“You can’t think this is easy for me, denying myself the pleasure of my cock sliding into your soaking-wet pussy now.”
Another thing I wasn’t used to. The blunt words. The honest sex talk. I felt myself blush.
“I want you so badly I ache with it.” He pulled me flush to him, his erection so hard and thick against my belly.
I lost the ability to breathe.
“I just want you to know what you mean to me,” he continued, his honest words lulling me into submission. “This isn’t some one-night stand. Wham, bam, thank you, ma’am.” He growled the words in disgust. “You deserve much more than that.”
I sighed. So gruff sometimes, yet so sweet at others. All part of this enigmatic man.
He placed my bra with my top, returned and unbuttoned my slacks. My belly quivered at his deft touch. Pants slid down my thighs, my panties along with them, both pooling at my feet.
My heart pounded hard in my chest. I fought the embarrassment of being naked while he was so elegantly dressed. I stepped out, and he patiently bent down, folding the pants and adding them to the pile.
“Shoes?” I asked, gesturing to the sandals I’d chosen, thong-style with glittering rhinestones.
To my surprise, he knelt and slid them off my feet. Those, he placed on the floor near the dresser. My meticulous man. I bit the inside of my cheek. Not mine … I wasn’t sure what this was. Nor did I know what I wanted it to be.
But when his hand came down on my shoulder, nothing mattered beyond now.
I reached for the pearls, intending to pull them off too.
“Leave them. I want to fuck you with nothing but those pearls between us.”
He was so sure of himself, so sexy, and I was … a lot inexperienced and even more naïve. I couldn’t imagine what he wanted from me and was even less certain I could satisfy him. My history with Lance had proven that.
“Okay, enough thinking.”
He lifted me into his arms as if I weighed nothing, dropping me onto the bed in one smooth move. Without warning, he had both my wrists over my head, and somehow, he secured me to the headboard using the bracelet on one hand and cuffs I hadn’t noticed before.
“You’re kidding.”
“Not one bit.”
“Don’t you want me to touch you too?” I asked, confused.
“Next time. After I’ve had my fill and know it won’t be the rushed affair you seem to desire.” He began unbuttoning his shirt, revealing tanned skin, a sexy, liberal sprinkling of dark chest hair, and a six-pack that spoke of hours in the gym.
Watching him as he hung the shirt over the chair, the muscles in his back and forearms flexing as he moved, I let out a moan.
He turned. Grinned. Eyes on mine, he undid his pants, slipping them off, no underwear to be concerned about hindering him in any way. And then he stood before me nude, his thighs as strong as the rest of him, his cock larger than I’d imagined, thick and long and completely erect.
“Oh God.”
“I thought we’d clarified that last time. Just me.”
“There is no just about you,” I muttered under my breath, my nipples erect and clearly as impressed with his body as my mind.
He chuckled before striding over, completely confident in his nudity—and why wouldn’t he be? He was strong and well defined, while I was bound, my breasts thrusting upward for his viewing, my soft and slightly rounded stomach there for him to see.
Could this be any more mortifying?
I felt the dip of the bed as he joined me, the grip of his hands as he pulled my legs apart and stared down, a slow smile spreading across his face.
Just what did he see? I wondered.
Without warning, he slapped my pussy, the same way as he’d done back in New York, and I yelped. “Either you stop thinking and enjoy or I’m going to bind your legs as well. I’ll turn you over, tie you to the bed, and spank your ass until you can’t think of anyone or anything but me. And what I make you feel.”
