Surrender to Temptation Part IV: Tempted to Entice Read Online Free PDF Page B

this entire relationship. You will have your safe word, but you have to have faith that I am not going to push you past what I know you can handle.”
    This was it, the decisive moment that would decide the path of our future. I could say no, could turn around and walk back into my calm, normal life.
    The life that had felt like it belonged to someone else. The life that couldn’t hold a candle to what I had experienced since I met Zach.
    “Yes.” It was all that I needed to say. Before my eyes I watched Zach channel the dominant aspect of himself. He seemed to grow taller, stronger, more arrogant, and yet at the same time I felt myself relaxing into his presence.
    No harm would come to me around this man. He would protect me with his own life. I was sure of it.
    He stared at me, unblinking. I held his gaze and found it intensely uncomfortable—it agitated my soul. I found that what I wanted to do was sink to my knees on the floor at his feet, but the little voice in my head that hadn’t completely surrendered argued against that notion. As a compromise I folded my hands in my lap, and stared down at the place where my fingers became tightly entwined.
    “Very good.” His voice was benevolent, a king speaking to his subject. He went further, leaning forward and catching my chin with his finger, tilting my face up and giving me permission to look him in the eye.
    “Devon, I am going to go retrieve some objects that I wish to use with you. When I return, you will have shed all of your clothing except for your panties. You will be sitting on the bed exactly as you are now, your hands folded in your lap, your eyes down.” Without pausing to see if I had heard or understood, Zach left the room. I blinked after him, my heart racing, then hurried to do as he had said.
    My fingers trembled as I undid the waist ties of my scarlet blouse. Not having the patience to fold it neatly, I still caught it before it fell to the floor and draped it over Zach’s massive wooden dresser. My skirt followed, and then my bra.
    By the time I sat back down on the cool sheets, clad in nothing but the thin cotton of my plain white bikini panties, I was shaking with nerves.
    Everything that Zach had introduced me to so far, I had thrilled to. I knew, however, from his earlier indications, that he was about to take me deep, far deeper than my mind could currently contemplate.
    I tried to slow my breaths, which were huffing from my chest. My fingers, which were laced together in my lap as he had commanded, were icy cold and slick with sweat.
    I started to look up when I heard Zach return to the room, but caught myself halfway, certain that that would earn me a reprimand. I stayed still, tracking his movements in my mind’s eye as he moved around the room this way and that, finally returning to stand before me.
    “Undress me.” His voice was coarse, almost cruel in its intonation. I looked up, into his face, and he hissed in warning, but not until I saw and recognized that he had become a completely different person. No, that wasn’t entirely correct. The Zach that I knew was still there, but in this situation, he was also . . . something more.
    I had experienced enough with Zach to know what he was capable of, even when he wasn’t fully channeling his dominant side. And wondering what was to come now made me instantly wet.
    “Start with my shirt.” I stood and lifted my fingers to the top button of his dress shirt. He had removed his tie himself at some point, and I was thankful, because I wasn’t sure that my trembling fingers could have dealt with a Windsor knot.
    The small buttons running down the front of the shirt were enough trouble. I fumbled, slipping several times and having to retry. He said nothing, his patience infinite, despite the lack of grace to my movements, and finally the shirt hung open, revealing the glorious, tawny expanse of his chest.
    I ran a palm over one of his pectoral muscles, and a fierce noise issued from