His Submissive: Body Worship Read Free Page A

after a moment, “both.”
    “Consider yourself taken then.” Kai abruptly releases me and steps back, easily breaking my grasp. He leans again on the counter, one hand resting on the edge of the dark granite, the other on the swollen bulge in his towel. “Take off the dress. I want you naked.”
    When I hesitate, my trembling hands poised over the bowed belt of the dress, Kai catches one of the loose ends of the bow and tugs ever so slightly.
    “Don’t be nervous,” he says, another of those counterintuitive platitudes. “I’ve always liked the shy girls best. Underneath the control, I know what you are and what you want. If you make me tell you again, I’ll rip the dress off you. I know you’d enjoy that, but then you’d have nothing to wear home with me tonight. And I want you to do it yourself. Show me that beautiful body you’re hiding and the hungry little slut who wants to be taken.”
    I’ve never come so close to climaxing just from listening to a man speak. As surely as if his own hands were directing me, I reach for the belt end Kai is tugging. I jerk it hard, before I can get tangled up in too much thinking again. My other hand slips inside the dress to work the button holding the wrap closed, my fingers finding and conquering it with amazing skill considering my nerves. The silk falls open, baring my lacy black underwear and my flushed skin. Kai’s gaze slides down my pale body again as the dress slips off my shoulders to puddle at my feet.
    I reach behind me for the clasp on my bra, but Kai doesn’t wait. He pulls one strap off my shoulder, one breast out of the molded lace cup. I moan and suck my bottom lip while he palms my tit roughly.
    “Beautiful,” he breathes. “Round breasts, narrow little waist, full hips. You don’t hide your beauty as well as you think you do. I’ve been waiting for this. I’m going to enjoy you very much, Julia.”
    Impatient for just that, I hurriedly shirk off my underwear, willing myself not to crumbling with embarrassment over how soaked my panties are as I peel them from my pussy and work them down my legs.
    Kai’s hand leaves my breast, and the back of his curled fingers caress the plane of my stomach. He is kneading his erect cock obviously now, his own arousal starting to show in the faster rise and fall of his breath, the tension in his abs.
    “Show me how much you want me,” he rasps, and I fall on him like a starving woman, rubbing my tits against his chest and stomach as I cover his pecs and abs with ravenous, lapping kisses. He tastes of pool water and a hint of salty, musky skin, so firm and plump and engorged beneath my lips and tongue. “God, yes, Julia,” he sighs, husky and pleased. “Give in to your desires. Worship the body that’s going to use you tonight. Worship the man who’s going to own you.”
    Worship. There is no other word so suited to the agonizing desire I feel for Kai. Without thinking, I wrap my arms tight around his waist and fasten my lips over one of his dark, rosy nipples. I suck on the rigid nub, circling my tongue around and around it, while he gathers my hair out of the way to watch me and groan approvingly. He pushes me away just enough to reach between us, and his fingers find their way to my tender nipples. The more I suckle him, the harder he pinches and twists, until my mouth comes loose from his skin to issue a high whine. Instantly, Kai’s grip on my nipples slackens, and aching warm floods over the sensitive points to take the place of the sharp pain.
    My mouth seeks out his other nipple, lavishing it with the same attention. Again, the more I adore his body, the rougher he is with mine, until I press my slick, trembling thighs together and throw my head back to cry out in shameless bliss.
    “You like the contrast, don’t you? The rough handling in reward for your adoration? The way the pain plays against the heat and the pleasure?”
    “Yes,” I breathe.
    “Yes, sir,” he corrects me.
    I can