Page 72 of Surrender to Me
When I pause, dragging out the moments, he prompts, “And?”
“But it’s like you built the intensity in a way that made me crave more.”
“Good. That’s the point. Your total pleasure.”
“Now you really have to be kidding me.” I scoff. “My total pleasure?”
“It wasn’t wonderful?”
“The mirroring, yes.” Looking up at him, I scowl. Just talking about this has made my pussy throb all the harder. “But all of the rest has been frustrating as fuck.”
He looks seriously unconcerned.
“I know. I know.” I hold up a hand. “Trust, right?”
“Yeah, sweetheart. Trust.”
With another exhalation, I settle against him again. Though I wouldn’t tell him this, right now, I’m content. I love being in his arms, cocooned in warmth from the fire, hearing the crackling wood, watching snowflakes get battered around.
And because we have nowhere to go and reality is being held at bay for at least one more day, I give into my curiosity about him. “So this BDSM thing…”
“Ask anything.” He waits.
Is Patience his middle name? “How long have you been into it?”
He’s quiet for a moment, his hand stilling on my back before he resumes the gentle strokes. “Went to a club when I was in the military. And…”
I lift my head a little so I can look at his face.
“The first hour or so was interesting. And then I watched an intense demonstration. A Top was giving a bottom a flogging, and I was captivated. The communication, the consent, the warmup. Then the way the bottom begged for more, with words, but more, with her body, even though she was bound.”
“Oh?”
He quirks an eyebrow. “You do it as well.”
“No way.”
“I assure you, Allie. You most certainly do.”
Frowning, I tilt my head.
“The way you whimper. The way you get wet for me. The way you wiggle your ass backward, asking for another spank.”
I gasp. “Do not!”
Stryker captures my chin and holds it prisoner. “Want me to prove it to you?”
“No!” He can’t possibly be right. Can he?
After a moment, he relents, releasing his grip.
Immediately I settle back against his chest.
“As the scene went on, the bottom seemed almost lost. As if she were floating. There was a connection between her, the Top, the kiss of the leather.”
He makes it sound like a sensual experience.
“The place was silent. And there was a spotlight on the woman, making it possible to see her body go from pink to red, watch her slacken in her bonds.”
