Dare to Submit Read Online Free PDF Page A

enough to eat.”
    His approval slid through her, like warm honey, and her nipples puckered in response.
    “How do you feel?” he asked.
    “Green,” she murmured, her body trembling. For the second time that night—or maybe ever—her mind began to slip away.
    “Should I bind your legs?” he asked, immediately shaking his head, answering his own question. “No. I think I’d like to feel them wrapped around my waist while I sink deep into your pussy.”
    Her stomach dipped in anticipation.
    Decklan slid a hand over her stomach and deliberately paused there. She stiffened reflexively. He felt it as well as saw the flash of panic cross her face.
    He continued to watch her, had been since walking into the room and noticing the lack of lights. Not for the first time, he wondered what had put such issues in her head but knew now would be the wrong time to ask. He had to soften her mind, calm her racing thoughts.
    Make her believe the truth, that all he wanted was her . She was fucking gorgeous, bound to his bed, blonde hair spilling over his sheets. She was all woman, and whoever had convinced her otherwise needed to have his ass kicked.
    He kept his palm on the softness of her belly. “I can’t wait to feel you clasp me tight inside you and cushion me with those gorgeous curves.” At his words, his cock pulsed against his jeans, demanding freedom. “Is that what you want too?”
    She nodded, her eyes dilated with the same need riding him.
    “Then you need to let me turn on the lights. I want to see all of you.”
    She swallowed hard, her eyes wide. This was a defining moment. She’d stay or she’d say red. Everything inside him rebelled at the possibility of losing her before he’d really had her.
    “Lights?” he asked, easing off the bed and stepping closer to the panel on the wall.
    A small nod.
    “Then I need to hear you say it.”
    She narrowed her gaze, and he appreciated the spunk he saw there.
    “You can turn on the lights,” she said at last. He didn’t miss the wariness in her tone.
    But he grinned. She had her issues—who didn’t?—but she had backbone, and he liked that about her.
    “You won’t regret it.” He hit the switch and turned on the overheads, dimming them for mood but keeping the glow that would enable him to see her creamy skin. “You’re fucking perfect.”
    She opened her mouth, probably to argue, and immediately closed it again. He liked a quick learner, not that he’d mind more punishment. His hand tingled at the thought, and his cock throbbed in agreement. He found it disconcerting to know he’d rather have her trust than the pleasure he found in the control of punishment.
    He walked toward the bed, eased down beside her, gratified at the small inhale of breath as he leaned in close and smelled the sexy scent of her arousal.
    One hand in her hair, he slid his lips along her jawline, inhaling her intoxicating light perfume, trailed a path down her neck, and settled in to nibble near her collarbone. He tasted the slightly salty tang of her skin before skimming his other hand up her side, cupping one beautifully full breast in his hand.
    He ran a thumb over her nipple, feeling it peak even more beneath his touch. “Hungry?” he asked, massaging and tweaking the bud between two fingers.
    “Starved,” she said, the word a drawn-out moan as she writhed on the bed, her hands pulling at the bindings he wouldn’t release.
    “Then we should eat. But I wouldn’t want to ruin my clothes.”
    Releasing her breast, he stood and began to undress, aware of her heated gaze watching him with definite approval as he pulled off his shirt. Reaching for the button on his jeans, he eased the zipper down, over his straining, aching erection.
    She watched, eyes wide, dilated, mouth parted, and he found it damned arousing, especially when a soft moan escaped from the back of her throat.
    “You see? Having the lights on isn’t just for me.” He reached down and took his cock in hand,