Page 117 of I Am Sin

Even though I long for her touch. Desire it. Yearn for it.

I’m not worthy. I shouldn’t let her touch me.

I narrow my gaze, meeting hers. “What would you do if I tied you to the bed? To those strong oak bedposts of yours?”

She gulps audibly.

“Or better yet, if I tied your ankles to the posts of your footboard? Your legs spread for my fucking pleasure? I could do anything to you, and you couldn’t stop me.”

She breathes in and then exhales. “What if I didn’twantto stop you, Dragon?”

God, the sound of my name from her lips. It drips like blood oozing from her, as if she’s a vampire, ready to sink her teeth into my flesh.

This can’t be Diana Steel.

Not sweet, perfect Diana Steel.

Does Diana have a dark side?

“What if I told you I wanted to turn you over, spank that creamy ass of yours? Spank it until it’s red as a beet, and then keep spanking it no matter how hard you cry out?”

This time she visibly shudders. “You want to do that?”

Do I?

I have no desire to hurt Diana. But I know from experience that most women enjoy a good spanking in the bedroom. The pleasure and the pain.

“Tell me”—she licks her lower lip—“Dragon. Describe exactly what you’re going to do to me. Don’t you leave out one single dirty detail.”

I close my eyes, grit my teeth against the pulsing in my cock.

Does she have any idea what she’s doing to me? What she’s asking of me?

“I want to tie your wrists to two of those rungs on your headboard. With one of your silk scarves, Diana. A red one, I think. Maybe blue. Tie you so tightly that you can’t escape me. So you’re bound and laid out for my pleasure. Like a feast on a platter. Only for me. For my eyes. My ears. My lips and my tongue. My fingers…” I thrust my hips forward. “My cock.”

She sucks in a breath. Her nipples are hard, and they protrude against the cotton of her tank top.

Fuck, she has perfect breasts. Big and round and pert, with just a touch of sag to make them fall against her chest.

“Or I’ll blindfold you.” I lick my lips. “Take away your sense of sight. All you’ll be able to do is hear me and feel me. I may gag you as well so you can’t speak. You can’t cry out if you don’t like what I’m doing.”

This time she swallows and rubs her upper arms against the chill that is clearly overtaking her.

“Then, when you’re at my mercy, I’ll hover over you, stare at you, look at you as much as my heart desires. I’ll bite on your lip, bite on those hard nipples. Smack your breasts until they’re red. Smack your abdomen, your pussy. Spread your legs and look at that paradise between them. I will look and look and look until I can’t take it anymore, and then I’ll dive between your legs, suck hard on that clit, bite it.”

She closes her eyes, her mouth slightly agape.

“I’ll make you scream. Make you beg me to stop. Except you won’t be able to beg because you’ll be gagged. How does all that sound, Diana? Is that what you truly want?”

She nibbles on that full lower lip of hers, making my cock ache. “All of it except the gagging,” she says. “I don’t like the idea of being gagged. I have allergies, and sometimes I need to breathe through my mouth.”

Jesus fuck.

She’s enough to make a man go crazy.

Insane with desire, insane with the sheer need to dominate and overtake.

I’m not into the whole BDSM game. Truly I’m not. But I want every part of Diana. I want her under me, submitting to me.

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