Dare to Submit (Dare to Love #4)(7)
Author: Carly Phillips

Before she understood his plan, he pulled a Velcro strap hanging from the headboard slat and clasped a cuff over her wrist.

“Remember your safe words. Red, I stop. Yellow, we talk. Green, and we keep going,” he said as he did the same to her other hand, binding her to his bedframe.

“Now you look good enough to eat.”

His approval slid through her, like warm honey, and her ni**les puckered in response.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

“Green,” she murmured, her body trembling. For the second time that night—or maybe ever—her mind began to slip away.

“Should I bind your legs?” he asked, immediately shaking his head, answering his own question. “No. I think I’d like to feel them wrapped around my waist while I sink deep into your pu**y.”

Her stomach dipped in anticipation.

Decklan slid a hand over her stomach and deliberately paused there. She stiffened reflexively. He felt it as well as saw the flash of panic cross her face.

He continued to watch her, had been since walking into the room and noticing the lack of lights. Not for the first time, he wondered what had put such issues in her head but knew now would be the wrong time to ask. He had to soften her mind, calm her racing thoughts.

Make her believe the truth, that all he wanted was her. She was f**king gorgeous, bound to his bed, blonde hair spilling over his sheets. She was all woman, and whoever had convinced her otherwise needed to have his ass kicked.

He kept his palm on the softness of her belly. “I can’t wait to feel you clasp me tight inside you and cushion me with those gorgeous curves.” At his words, his c**k pulsed against his jeans, demanding freedom. “Is that what you want too?”

She nodded, her eyes dilated with the same need riding him.

“Then you need to let me turn on the lights. I want to see all of you.”

She swallowed hard, her eyes wide. This was a defining moment. She’d stay or she’d say red. Everything inside him rebelled at the possibility of losing her before he’d really had her.

“Lights?” he asked, easing off the bed and stepping closer to the panel on the wall.

A small nod.

“Then I need to hear you say it.”

She narrowed her gaze, and he appreciated the spunk he saw there.

“You can turn on the lights,” she said at last. He didn’t miss the wariness in her tone.

But he grinned. She had her issues—who didn’t?—but she had backbone, and he liked that about her.

“You won’t regret it.” He hit the switch and turned on the overheads, dimming them for mood but keeping the glow that would enable him to see her creamy skin. “You’re f**king perfect.”

She opened her mouth, probably to argue, and immediately closed it again. He liked a quick learner, not that he’d mind more punishment. His hand tingled at the thought, and his c**k throbbed in agreement. He found it disconcerting to know he’d rather have her trust than the pleasure he found in the control of punishment.

He walked toward the bed, eased down beside her, gratified at the small inhale of breath as he leaned in close and smelled the sexy scent of her arousal.

One hand in her hair, he slid his lips along her jawline, inhaling her intoxicating light perfume, trailed a path down her neck, and settled in to nibble near her collarbone. He tasted the slightly salty tang of her skin before skimming his other hand up her side, cupping one beautifully full breast in his hand.

He ran a thumb over her nipple, feeling it peak even more beneath his touch. “Hungry?” he asked, massaging and tweaking the bud between two fingers.

“Starved,” she said, the word a drawn-out moan as she writhed on the bed, her hands pulling at the bindings he wouldn’t release.

“Then we should eat. But I wouldn’t want to ruin my clothes.”

Releasing her breast, he stood and began to undress, aware of her heated gaze watching him with definite approval as he pulled off his shirt. Reaching for the button on his jeans, he eased the zipper down, over his straining, aching erection.

She watched, eyes wide, dilated, mouth parted, and he found it damned arousing, especially when a soft moan escaped from the back of her throat.

“You see? Having the lights on isn’t just for me.” He reached down and took his c**k in hand, pumping from base to head in long strokes.

Her eyes widened even more. “You’re a tease, Decklan Dare.”

He hadn’t been, before her. “You bring that out in me.”

A pleased smile lifted her lips.

He settled in beside her and picked up the bowl of ice cream. “Now we eat.”

FOUR

Amanda couldn’t say she’d had a man feed her before, never mind in bed while she was bound, but that’s what Decklan did.

He held out a spoonful for her to taste. “Open.”

She did as he asked and was rewarded with the most delicious cold treat on her tongue. There was something decadent about being tied up and taken care of. Something freeing. She wasn’t even focused on her body anymore. The hot look in his eyes had all but taken care of that.

“Oreo?” she asked, running her tongue along her lips.

His indigo gaze followed the movement. “Cookies and cream.” He fed her another bite.

“Mmm.”

“Good, huh?”

“You should try some,” she said.

A wicked gleam entered his eyes. “I think I will.”

Using his finger, he scooped up a dollop of the treat and traced a circle around her br**sts, pausing to refresh the ice cream as he worked.

The coldness on her skin provided a delicious contrast with the fire inside her and the heat he generated with his large body alongside hers. He bracketed her on one side, captured her with his sensual assault on her body, lapping up the treat with slick licks of his tongue.

“Mmm.” Her ni**les puckered and her clit throbbed, need piercing through her.

“Easy, baby. We’re just starting.” He reached for the chocolate syrup and drizzled it around her br**sts and over her ni**les.

She arched off the bed, writhing, her body seeking more, more, more. “Decklan, please.”

“Please what?” He leaned in, nuzzling her neck, nibbling her skin everywhere but where she needed his touch the most. “Tell me what you want,” he said in a dangerous voice.

She wanted his mouth on her ni**les, desperately needed to feel him bite down and tug so hard she felt the pull deep in her sex. And she wanted his wicked tongue on her clit next.

But ask for those things? “I can’t.”