MakeMeShiver Read Online Free PDF

ordering her to undress as he watched. He wanted her to reveal herself slowly, removing her clothing piece by piece, and watch her fingers tremble as she tested and overcame her inhibitions.
    “Do you want to play, Lacey?” he murmured thickly. “Do you want to stay and see where the night takes us?”
    “I don’t…I mean…I think…” She took a deep breath, as though his question was the hardest she’d ever answered. Poor thing. She was obviously twisted in knots. “Yes,” she finally whispered, “I want to stay.”
    “Then there are a few things you need to know.” He opened his eyes and pressed into her bottom, allowing her to feel the hard outline of his cock through the flannel pants he’d slipped on when he left the shower. She gasped but didn’t tense, remaining soft and pliant in his arms. “If you want to stop and talk about anything we’re doing, say yellow. If you don’t like what we’re doing, if something hurts in a way it’s not intended, or you want to end everything all together, say red. Do you understand?”
    He felt her chest go still, her heartbeat palpable against his arm. As much as he hated giving her the option to leave or a safe word, he knew he had to.
    “You can leave right now if that’s what you want. No harm, no foul. I won’t hold it against you. I can take you to town and we can forget this ever happened. The decision is entirely yours.”
    “It’s just…it’s just that…I…”
    He rubbed his jaw along her cheek. “I need you to be honest with me. Tell me what you’re thinking. That’s the beauty of this. There are always boundaries to push and limits to test but you have the final say. You understand that, don’t you? Without your absolute trust and consent, there is nothing for me.”
    “I’m afraid.” Her words were feather soft but he heard them just the same.
    He stilled, worried that he might have read her wrong. “What are you afraid of? Me?”
    “No, not of you.” A hesitation and she confessed, “I’m afraid of feeling like this, of wanting these kinds of things.”
    His dick became harder at the admission. Did this wet dream of a woman have a kink of her own? Could it be possible that the submissive tendencies he knew existed were rising to the surface? Or perhaps she wasn’t as green as he thought. Maybe it wasn’t fear of the unknown but experience in D/s that had sent her running from Haddie’s as though the devil were on her ass.
    “Have you experimented in the lifestyle before?”
    Inhaling deeply, she shook her head. “I only know about the things I researched online.”
    His cock pulsed against her ass, the aching throb in harmony with the pulsing of his heart. She’d been researching BDSM online. Was that before or after she met him?
    “What kinds of things?” She went tense in his arms and he gripped her firmly, pulling her into his chest as he warned, “No, Lacey. Don’t hide from me. You have the chance to explore, to learn what it is that you want, but only if you’re honest with me.”
    He lowered his right arm and palmed her mound at the same time as he lifted the hand at her waist, cupped her breast and rolled his thumb across the nipple. The small point went hard against his fingers and the skin surrounding it pebbled.
    “Things that I was raised to believe are wrong.” Her voice was throatier, sexier and laced with passion.
    “There’s nothing wrong with wanting this. Everyone is different. There is no right or wrong when it comes to what you want and need sexually.”
    Sliding his hand along her jeans, he deftly opened the top button and worked the zipper down. Her breath caught when his fingers skimmed across her quivering skin and flitted over her belly. He came to the edge of her lacy panties and paused for a moment before dipping below, seeking the prize within. She was completely bare, her pussy nothing more than skin, heat and a cock-rocking slickness. As much as he loved teasing soft curls, tender skin