Hardline Read Free Page A

did, I felt a shock of cold between my legs.  
       I cried out, from surprise and the sensation that I wasn’t convinced yet was discomfort. My clit was throbbing against the ice as he maneuvered over the nub, between my folds. I released a breath as he lowered it away from my most sensitive parts and dipped the tip gently into my pussy. When I thought he might relieve me, the hint of a touch gave way to the ice. How long could he do this to me and keep his own desires in check? How long could I do this? I was ready to burst and scream.
       “Blake, I can’t...I can’t do this anymore. You’re killing me.”  
       “How does it feel to wait...to want?”
       I clamped my jaw tight, trying to distract myself from the terrible ache between my thighs. I squirmed despite myself, knowing it wouldn’t bring him any closer to fucking me.  
       “I hate it.”  
       “Should we end it?”
       “Yes,” I said, the desperation plain in my voice.
       He leaned closer, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of my neck. He traced the curve of my ear with his tongue, a slow torture all its own.  
       “Beg.”  
       Chills broke out over my skin. I arched my chest into the air, into nothing because he was barely touching me now.  
       “Tell me how much you want it. I need the words.”  
       “Blake...please, just fuck me.”  
       “That sounds like an order. I want begging.”  
       I groaned and he pulled away, no longer touching me anywhere in any way.  
       “Blake!” I was furious and desperate.  
       “ Submit .”  
       I jolted at the sharp edge of his voice.  
       “You need to submit to me, Erica, if you want to come. No more playing games. No more testing me.”  
       I swallowed hard, fighting the instinct to rile at his order. Submit. My throat tightened, as if the word had lodged itself there and wouldn’t pass until I accepted it. That word meant so much. Submitting was easier when I was coaxing him into taking what he needed from me. Now he was taking what he wanted. He wasn’t asking and we weren’t negotiating.  
       I closed my eyes, straining to hear the voice in my head telling me to relax, to let go. “You’re not making it easy.” I wanted him to understand my resistance, maybe even let it slide. Even when he went all Dom on me, sometimes he’d give me room to push back.  
       “I’ve been putting out fires all day. I want to come home to you, and I don’t want to have to break you every time. If I have to, I will, but I won’t always be asking nicely and making it easy for you. So you should get used to submitting. You’re naked, tied to the table, and one stroke away from coming. Do you want to come?”
       “Yes, badly.”
       “Then beg .”  
       “Please...” The plea was weak as it left my lips.  
       “I’m listening, Erica. Please what?”
       “Please, make me come. I want your hands on me. I’ll do anything...I swear.”
       “Will you be home, naked, when I ask you next time?”  
       “Yes.”  
       His fingertips grazed my throbbing clit. I sucked in a sharp breath and lifted my hips to meet his touch, but he evaded me as quickly as he’d arrived.  
       “Promise?”
       “I promise. Jesus, I’ll do anything.”
       “And I won’t have to give you directions about how to submit again, will I?”
       “No,” I promised, shaking my head emphatically.  
       The heat of his hand radiated where I badly needed him. I resisted the urge to coax my body centimeters closer. Fucking hell, this is torture.
       Every cell in my body strained toward his touch, and yet I had no control.  
       This was the reality I fought to accept. Somehow I had to trust that he’d get us there. With that realization, something inside me released. I weakened against the table, no longer fighting the restraints. My muscles let go but my mind spun, no more in control than my body was over how