Page 68 of Surrender to Me
Lyra
“Don’t touch yourself.”
“Don’t—?”
“Touch yourself,” he repeats. “In fact, I want you to tuck your hands beneath your pretty little ass.”
“You…” I blink at him. “What?”
He returns to stand above me.
My tummy turns a somersault at the sight of him—all strength, nakedness, raw power—standing over me, half-hard cock jutting forward in promise. In threat.
Then he squats, his thighs spread wide, his balls hanging heavily between his legs.
In an instant, his face is within inches of mine.
I feel sensually threatened. My clit throbs furiously, and I want to push my luck to see how he responds.
What will he do if I defy him?
“Tuck your hands under your ass,” he repeats, each word clipped. “Unless you’d like me to do it for you?”
Testing him, my gaze focused on his, I slide my hands down my tummy, toward my pussy.
Instead of scowling, he smiles.
That terrifies me more than anything. “So this is how you want to play it.”
His words are a statement, not a question.
He moves so fast I barely register what’s happening.
Within moments, he has secured my ankles and lifted my legs straight up in the air. Then he presses forward, bringing my knees close to my head.
The position lifts my rear slightly off the floor. His gaze on me, his lips formed in a sexy grin, he delivers two swift, stinging spanks on my bare buttocks.
Gasping, I squirm, trying to escape.
Bastard.
Heat blossoms and tumbles through me, leaving me even more aroused than I already was.
Damn him.
“Now, Allie, you’re going to obey me like my good girl.” He grins wickedly, awfully. “Aren't you?”
I blow out a breath. My mind is spinning, and I’m torn between wanting more of that terribleness and behaving so that he’ll give me an orgasm.
“Your call.” He brings back his hand again, watching, waiting for my reaction.
What is wrong with me?
I never imagined I was a woman who’d enjoy something like this, let alone goad him into giving me more.
“Allie?”
Stubbornly I keep my mouth clamped shut.
