Desire for Love (The Club #13) Read Free Page B

I’ll be a push
over. Hah! I have news for her. “I’m looking
forward to a long ride, Mistress.”
    No trace of amusement
now. Instead, she scowled at him again and he had to resist leaning forward to
rub the tiny crease in her forehead away.
    Her jaw tensed and she
gritted out, “Let’s decide on your safe word.”
    He rocked back on his
heels and smirked. “I won’t need one.”
    She laughed. “Trust me.
You will. For the next sixty minutes you belong to me. You will be totally
dominated by me. You will submit to my every request, without a protest. If you
speak before I give you leave, you will be gagged. You will not touch me unless
I say you can and then only where I allow. You will not come, until or unless I
give you permission. If you disobey me in any way, you will be punished. And I
know a lot of different ways to punish naughty boys.”
    Geez, just hearing those
words pour from her sweet lips gave him a hard-on. She hadn’t laid a finger on
him. Bloody hell, he hadn’t even touched her, and yet he was ready to spill his
load right here and now. Her gaze dropped to the bulge in his jeans and she
gave a tiny smile.
    “There will be no
spanking the bacon until I’m through with you. If you attempt to do so, you
will be punished.” She walked back to him, dipped her hand low in between his
legs, and ran a finger forward towards his swollen balls.
    His heart slammed against
his ribcage. She dragged that bloody finger up and over his stiffy and damned
if he didn’t have to swallow his moan of pleasure.
    Stepping back, her hand
dropping to her side, she said, “Take your pants, shoes, and socks off. Now.”
    Hell, yeah. “Yes, Mistress.” Moving faster than he’d ever moved before, he undid his belt,
unzipped his jeans, toed off his shoes, and all but threw his lower clothing
off his body. His cock poked out from under his shirt, proud, swollen,
throbbing with his pulsing blood, and already dripping from his raging lust.
    “I’ve seen bigger,” she
said and sniffed.
    Cheeky little witch .
Harrison held his grin inside.
    “Your shirt.”
    He rapidly undid the
remaining buttons and flung the garment over his head. Breathing heavily, he
began to mentally recite the alphabet backwards. Anything to slow down his
animalistic need to leap upon her and take what he wanted so desperately. She
was good at this—arousing a man with the merest of glances, a few lewd
suggestions, the slow wipe of her tongue over her lips. She was carnal heaven
personified.
    “Mmmm.” Finger tapping
her mouth, she strolled in a casual manner around to stop behind him.
    She must have leaned or
stepped closer because he suddenly felt her blowing warm air down the length of
his spine. Then lower over the crack of his backside. His hands fisted and he
squeezed his eyes shut. Man that felt good.
    He could even hear her
breathing, she was so close.
    In.
    Out.
    In.
    Out.
    Her hands cupped his
backside, spreading his cheeks wide. She blew one long breath over his
sensitized flesh.
    He just about jumped
clean out of his skin.
    Smack!
    Her hand connected hard
against his bum. “I did not give you permission to move.”
    Shit. Sweat broke out along his hairline.
    She slapped him again.
    Bloody hell. I think I
need that safe word . “Love!” The word burst
from him.
    “What?”
    “My safe word. It’s
love.” She must have leaned away from him because her breath no longer teased
his skin. He thanked heaven for the brief reprieve.
    “Seriously? That’s your
safe word?” She sounded skeptical.
    “Yeah, Mistress.”
    “Oh. Well, whatever.”
    He visualized her rolling
her eyes and allowed himself a small smile of satisfaction. 
    “Spread your legs apart.”
    Eagerly, he obeyed. What
now?
    Her hand slipped between
his parted legs to fondle his right ball. “Ahhhhhummpph,” he groaned.
    She squeezed.
    Painfully.
    A shudder wracked through
him.
    “Do.” Squeeze, release.
    “Not.” Squeeze, release.
    “Speak.”
    Gasping, his