Mastered 2: Ten Tales of Sensual Surrender Read Free Page B

thought of him stroking her there.
    He pushed his chair back from the table and turned sideways as she continued toward him.  His intense male gaze sent heat shimmering through her.
    Finally, she stood facing him.
    “Let your hair down.”
    It had nothing to do with the deal they’d struck, but she reached behind her head and opened the clip, letting her long hair spill down over her shoulders.
    He lifted his hand, and as it approached her, she calmed her breathing, readying herself for his touch.  It would only be a moment.
    But she wasn’t prepared for the spark of desire that flared through her when his fingertips brushed against her arm, just above her elbow.  Then his fingers moved.  Upward.  Trailing lightly over her skin, then stroked her hair back over her shoulder.  She drew in a slow breath as he glided downward again, over the soft exposed skin of her breast, right to the lace of her bra.  His fingertip grazed lightly under the scalloped edges, but not breaching the barrier of the satin cup.
    Clearly, he liked to push boundaries.
    And she was close to pulling back that boundary, by tugging the cup forward and inviting him to explore further.  The thought of his big fingers gliding over her hard nipple sent her pulse fluttering.
    Her own potent reaction to him startled her and she stepped back.
    “I… uh… we’re done now.”
    He arched an eyebrow.  “I don’t think so.”
    “You said a touch,” she stammered.
    “And you didn’t say how long.  I’m not finished.”
    “Well, I—”
    “Come here,” he said, his authoritative tone brooking no argument.
    She stepped close again, shocking herself at her own submissiveness.
    “So I just have to stand here for as long as you want to touch me?”
    He gazed at her, his blue eyes twinkling.  “Yes.”
    His fingers brushed her ribs this time, below her breast, then glided slowly downward, leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake.  She tried to ignore the heady sensations fluttering through her.
    “But you could go on for hours.”
    He grinned.  “Yes.”
    Oh, God, if he did this for even a few more minutes, she’d be a puddle on the ground.
    Tingles danced through her at his touch. Past her waist, around to her back.  Blazing a trail of hot embers over the side of her butt.  But he didn’t cup her like she thought he would.
    Like she wanted.
    Just swirled over her round butt, then back to her hip.  His finger slipped under the thin strip of her thong, and followed it forward.  Gliding along the fabric toward her belly.  Then suddenly dipped under the triangle of fabric covering her intimate flesh.
    She gasped at the feel of his fingertip lightly brushing her hidden flesh.
    But he didn’t push down as far as her intimate folds.  If he had, he would have felt the wetness there, proof of how much his touch was turning her on.  And how much she wanted more from him.
    She stepped back.  “That’s enough.”
    His gazed locked on hers and she fully expected him to protest.  Would he command her to be still and allow him to continue?  Because if he did, she knew in her heart she would comply.
    But that was absurd.  It’s not like he had some hold over her.  Like he could just command her and she would do whatever he said.
    What had a hold on her was her desire to please him.  To see a glint of approval in his eyes.
    If he commanded her to strip totally naked right now, she’d do it in a heart beat.
    And it was that realization that made her turn and head toward the door.  She had to leave.  Now.
    “You’re not going out like that.”  His question was more of a statement.
    Goose bumps danced over her nearly naked body.  No, she couldn’t go out like this.
    “I’d offer you the hotel robe, but I’m sure the management would frown on your marching across the lobby and out the front door in it.”
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    Race watched as she twirled toward him, her long, dark hair swirling around her shoulders.
    Yes, it was so much