Bound to Surrender (South Jersey Bound Series) Read Online Free PDF Page A

she’d submit her fiery heart and soul in complete devotion, and expect to be rewarded with his skill and attentive dedication.
    He had sought such a partner for years—tigress to the world, but lamb to his lion.
    So, what came next? He traced a slow line up the center of her body.
    Her surrender or mine.
    He unbuttoned his shirt, hungry to slide his skin against hers.
    Both.
    ****
    Christina watched as Bryce pulled off his shirt like wrapping paper. Damn, he was one gorgeous present.
    He stretched his shirt and twirled. She frowned.
    “Improvisation,” he said with a lop-sided grin.
    “Hey, I—”
    He silenced her with his mouth. Protest slipped from her consciousness.
    He wound his shirt around her wrists and yanked her hands back against her headboard, wringing out sparks of pain. As he secured her hands, she lost interest in focusing on her pain—far more intriguing was the naked vulnerability of her breasts.
    She’d never seen her nipples so dark and erect. If they tempted his lips, however, he was determined to steer clear. He centered his attention on the flesh beneath her ear, nibbling until she existed in a pure pool of sensation. She coiled her body and silently pled for him to drink.
    He placed both hands around her waist and trailed small kisses from her breasts to her neck, all the while sliding himself against her soft curves. Her body sagged with a moan.
    His thighs locked her legs and he feasted at leisure with no apparent intention of rushing to the main course.
    Christina writhed.
    “You will stay still,” he commanded. “Is that clear, little librarian?”
    Clear? The only thing clear was his determination to drive her completely insane. He’d coaxed her to the edge of reason and she needed release; she’d go mad without it. She’d say yes to just about anything.
    “Yes, Bryce,” she breathed.
    He stepped away from the bed and drew his belt from his jeans. He let the leather dangle, watching. Apprehension convulsed in her flesh. She flushed, aware of her ass in a way she’d never been before. Did she really want him to? Shit ...did he really mean to?”
    “Not today, I think,” he said. “But I recognize your sparkle. Have you ever been spanked, Christina?”
    “No, Bryce,” she whispered.
    “Is your throat dry, but cunt dripping?”
    Moistness dampened her thighs. She nodded.
    “Say it, Christina.”
    “Yes, Bryce. Seeing you with a belt in your hand makes my throat dry and my cunt drip.”
    He smiled. “We’ll explore those needs…when you are ready.”
    When , Bryce had said. When, not if . Today was a one-time thing, wasn’t it?
    He stepped out of his jeans and boxers. His dick jutted up and out of a tangle of dark hair. She’d never been particularly impressed with cock, but, as he unwrapped a condom, she couldn’t take her eyes off his. A tight and tingling feeling skittered over her thighs as she watched him hold his base. The latex stretched, sheathing his smooth, veined skin.
    Any moment now and... Her hips jerked reflexively.
    He frowned. “I said no movement.”
    She froze and cast her eyes down. Her submissive response felt completely natural.
    He placed a knee on her bed and the mattress sagged under his weight.
    “So eager...so willing...I knew...” he said.
    Contradicting him would serve no point. If her nipples weren’t proof enough, her slit was soaked. Was she really tied to her bed with Mr. Walker’s shirt? Was she really enjoying it? Hell, yes.
    He slid off her pink lace briefs, leaving her skirt wrinkled around her waist. She didn’t care.
    “Spread.”
    She thrust her head back into her pillows and inched her legs apart until cool air tickled the dripping, twitching skin of her cunt.
    “Very good.”
    All she could hear was rustling fabric and the sound of her gasps as they punctuated the quick, jagged beating of her heart. He lowered his mouth. His hot breath tantalized as he circled her clit with his tongue. Every instinct told her to thrash and