Safeword Interrupted (The Cattail Club Book 1) Read Free

than tan your ass. I will tie you to my bed and give you an orgasm that makes the one you just had seem like child’s play.”
    Child’s play?
    She groaned softly. She’d never survive it.
    “You promised you won’t run,” he reminded her softly. “And I’m just a big enough asshole to hold you to it, Bethany. Trust me to give you what you need…”
    “You were warned, little girl.”
    Deacon’s voice washed over Bethany, bringing her back to the present. It had only been a week since the scene in his office. But even as she’d agreed not to run, she’d known she flee. She wouldn’t, no couldn’t survive another round of what happened on his couch. At least, not with her heart intact.
    His calloused palms rasped over her bare shoulders, sending an involuntary shiver racing down her spine. She didn’t want to be reacting to him like this. Her heart pounded faster in her chest and she rubbed her suddenly damp hands over her thighs left bare by her bikini.
    In the distance, the waves crashed against the shore, while the throb of salsa music filled the air. But standing frozen on the small stone patio outside her rented bungalow, all she could think of now was she should’ve picked someplace other than Puerto Rico. Some place she hadn’t talked about at the bar if she’d really wanted to hide from him. Especially after he’d told her if she fled, he would follow. Deacon might be a dominant, but he was still her Deacon. An honest man who always finished what he started.
    Even though I’m the one who bailed after our little experiment blew up in my face.
    “Nothing to say? No excuses or pleas to get out of your coming punishment?” His lips brushed against the tip of her ear, once again causing goose bumps to race across her arms despite the humid summer air.
    “Not really,” she lied. “If you remember right, you approved my vacation time months ago. I wasn’t running…I swear.” Her reply came out as a cross between a moan and a sigh. Her thighs trembled in anticipation. Would he do it? Would he actually warm her ass before tying her to the bed? Her nipples beaded against the thin silk of her swimsuit top. She’d only agreed to his terms in a hope that once she proved it wasn’t him personally that aroused her, they could go back to their former friendship. But she’d failed miserably and had come on his couch from a mere spanking. By her own agreement, he could now do anything he wanted to her, and unless she safe-worded, there would be no stopping him from claiming every inch of her.
    “You swear, what, Bethany? ” His teeth scraping over her the side of her neck became a blatant reminder of the rules she’d agreed to when they embarked on this fateful journey.
    “Sir,” she gasped, her head falling to the side. Pleasure warred with trepidation and burst along her nerve endings, as his agile tongue soothed away the sting of his nip.
    “Then why did you leave without me? You knew I planned on coming with you.” His hands slipped down her arms before he tugged her back against his body. The warm denim of his shorts and damp t-shirt teased her bare back. However, it wasn’t his words or even the rough texture of his clothing that caught her attention - it was the hard length of his erection wedged against the small of her back.
    Dear Lord, is that all him?
    “I expect an answer.” His thumbs brushed the side of her breasts. “And I’m not a patient man after chasing your little ass over fifteen hundred miles from home.”
    Squeezing her eyes shut, she tried to ignore the foreign need pulsating through her. She was a strong woman. As the manager of Deacon’s bar, she had to be. The patrons would eat her alive if she showed the slightest bit of weakness. No one would ever claim she was a shy wallflower, or a woman who ever deferred to her man.
    Until seeing Deacon dominate another woman dug up a part of me I thought so far buried it’d never see the light of day again.
    The rawness of the