Simon Says: Mine: A novella (Mountain Masters & Dark Haven Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

tonight, I’ll use only my hands.” He didn’t make it a question.
    “Uh…” She nodded. Hands seemed safe enough. The thought of him taking her, being inside her… She wasn’t ready for that intimacy. She might not be ready for this either.
    “All right,” he said easily. “We will begin.” He strolled around her, and she could actually feel his gaze stroke over her thinly clad body. “You look lovely in Victorian undergarments, pet, but they’re in my way.” Without asking permission, he undid her corset, tiny hook by tiny hook, and tossed it onto a nearby table, leaving her in her chemise and drawers.
    To her surprise, he ran his strong hands over her ribs, then massaged the painful ridges from the corset. She groaned from the relief. “Thank you.”
    His grin flashed, a moment of sunshine in the stern face. “I’ve heard they’re uncomfortable.” Reaching up, he unclipped her right wrist and lowered her arm. When he gathered up her chemise, she realized he planned to pull it over her head, baring her breasts.
    She had one arm still chained, and her instinctive recoil got nowhere.
    He raised his eyebrows.
    With the other dom, David, she’d felt in control. Not with Master Simon. Lord, he didn’t even speak, just looked at her, and her defiance oozed away. A sigh whispered out.
    “Good girl,” he said, his voice as soothing as a caress. After she slid her arm out of her chemise, he held out his hand, palm up.
    She couldn’t move for a second. Did she want him to chain her wrist back up? Her stomach shook in an internal earthquake. And then she set her hand in his.
    Approval warmed his eyes. “This is what submission is, Rona,” he said as he clipped her cuff to the overhead chain. “I can overpower you easily enough, but that’s abuse. In domination, the only power I wield is what you freely give me.”
    After repeating the process with the other arm, he pulled the chemise over her head, leaving her bare from the waist up.
    As the coolness brushed over her breasts, she looked around. Oh Lord, two doms and their subs had stopped to observe. A hot flush rose into her face. What was she doing here, letting herself be stripped?
    “Look at me, pet.”
    Her gaze returned to him, and he held it until everything else faded except his dark eyes. He studied her for a long moment until her muscles stiffened with anticipation. Then he cupped a breast in each hand.
    Oh Crom . Pleasure rushed through her like a tidal wave. Her nipples had been hard already and now tightened until they ached.
    “You have lovely breasts, Rona.” He paused and then frowned. “The correct response to a compliment is ‘thank you, Sir.’”
    “Thank you, Sir,” she whispered. His gentle pinches on both nipples made her want to pull away with embarrassment and yet push forward for more. And she’d grown wet below, very wet.
    As if he’d heard her thought, he put his boot between her bare feet and nudged her legs open. “Are your drawers traditional?”
    When he ran a finger over her exposed skin just above the waistband, her stomach muscles quivered. “Traditional?”
    “Crotchless?” He put his hand between her legs, right on her exposed pussy.
    She gasped.
    His grin flashed white in his tanned face. “I do love historical accuracy.” He unhurriedly ran a finger through her wet folds, back and forth, never touching the one place that throbbed like mad. As her head spun, she started to draw her knees together and got another of those looks she’d begun to recognize.
    “Don’t move, pet, or I’ll restrain your legs too.”
    She froze.
    Her thighs quivered uncontrollably as his fingers explored her even more intimately, tracing over her clit, around her entrance. When he pushed a finger gently inside, she raised on tiptoes, stifling the moan in her throat.
    “Very nice,” he murmured, and she heard the approval in his deep voice through the swishing of her pulse in her ears. His finger eased farther into her, and