Page 68 of Seize Me

His nostrils flared, and a low growl of possession rumbled from his chest.I cupped the back of his neck to draw his mouth back to mine.

A slow smirk crawled across his lips.Challenging my control, the muscles in his neck and shoulders tightened and bulged.“Did you forget that I’m in charge here?”

“No,” I replied with an impatient shake of my head.

“Good girl.We play by my rules today, tomorrow…forever.If I’m what you truly want, give me your power.”

An arduous learning curve lay ahead, but Tony’s vow echoed in my ears.“I promise you this, no man, Dominant, or Master will treasure your gifts more than I.All you have to do is open the door and let me in.Trust that I’ll cherish everything you give me.”

Finally, my heart and head aligned.Free of the fear of Tony abandoning me, I felt blanketed in faith that he would indeed never let me fall.A new road laid out before me.One that was no longer shrouded in darkness and distress, but shimmered in light and happiness, and most important of all…love.

“Take it, please.It’s yours,” I offered on a shaky sigh.

“What is it you want, angel?Tell me.It’s as simple as that,” Tony prompted, strumming his fingers in a persuading rhythm.

“I want to taste your lips, please.”

“Mmm.I love the way you beg.Very nice,” he murmured.Bending low, Tony brushed his mouth over mine.“Stick out your tongue.Taste me to your heart’s content, angel.”

Extending my tongue over his smooth lips, a tiny groan of pleasure vibrated from the back of his throat.Brazenly, I plunged deeper, tangling my tongue with his, exploring every inch of his mouth.Tony allowed me to feast on him, and I gave myself over to the smoldering heat swirling between us.

As if sensing my surrender, he suddenly pulled back.Sliding a hand into my hair, he squeezed tight in a palpable surge of dominance as he leaned in and sucked my lower lip between his teeth.Skimming his tongue over the plump flesh, he bit down hard before plunging deep inside and cutting off my cry.

His embedded fingers danced a decadent waltz over my sensitive knot of nerves.With his exacting strokes, the familiar tingle coalesced beneath my clit, spreading outward.Yet he plunged deeper still, swallowing my keening cries.

Tony peeled his lips from mine and his fingers stilled, just as I reached the peak.

“Describe how it feels, angel.”

“Hot.Pulses of fire…shooting through me,” I panted, rocking against his hand, desperate for more stimulation.“Building.Cresting.Higher…and higher.”

“What’s cresting?”

“My orgasm,” I choked.

“Do you have permission to come for me yet, angel?”

“No.”

“No, what?”

“No, Sir.”

“Very nice,” Tony cooed.“That’s right.You don’t have permission.And I refuse to let you fly without taking a little pain for me, my beautiful angel.”

Pain?My eyes flashed wide in alarm.I swallowed tightly as he pinned me with an expectant stare.“But I don’t like pain, Sir.”

“So you think.But that spanking I gave you?I know deep down you crave it…ache for it.You haven’t tapped into the depths you’ll endure for me…At least, not yet.But you will.And I intend to teach you…everything.”

Images of whips and blood, quirts and welts, paddles and bruises crowded my mind.Tony was right; I didn’t know the depths of my submission.Hell, I still wasn’t completely convinced I even was a submissive.The only thing I knew for sure was I didn’t want to fail him.But if he incorporated sadistic pleasures into my training, I was doomed to disappoint.Our desires might mesh, but our BDSM needs never would.

My body was on fire, but my mind had turned to ice.I couldn’t expect Tony to set aside his needs for me.Not on the off chance I might someday learn to crave the edgier side of BDSM.I’d done it again.I’d allowed my stupid fantasies to run roughshod over reality.Tony was, and always would be, a sadist.I opened my mouth to stop the madness just as a thunderous knock came from the other side of my door.

“Tony.Leagh.Open up,” Drake bellowed.

My car.The bomb.The club.

Reality rained down in a deluge of ice-cold spikes.Dazed beneath the potent spell Tony cast upon me, he’d erased the terror with nothing more than a kiss.But it was back, bigger and badder than ever, coalescing in my veins like wet cement.

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