Dare to Submit (Dare to Love #4)(8)
Author: Carly Phillips

He gripped her chin and turned her face toward him. “You can. I’m not a mind reader, and if you want me to please you, you need to ask for what you want.”

She swiped her tongue over her lips and drew a deep breath. This was hard. But disappointing him wasn’t an option. Closing her eyes, she whispered, “Taste my ni**les.”

“Ask me again. And look at me when you do.”

He was a tough taskmaster, but he wasn’t asking for anything he didn’t want to give. He just wanted her trust.

She swallowed hard. Forced her heavy eyelids open. “Lick my ni**les.”

He leaned down and licked her lightly, first one, then the other, the light whisper coming nowhere even close to what her body craved.

“See? All you have to do is ask. Trust me with your desires, and believe that I’ll give you what you need.” His gorgeous eyes darkened with his words, his words giving her the courage to give voice to her needs.

Arousal, urgency, and his implied promise made her brave. “Bite down. Suck harder. First my ni**les, then I want you to…” She hesitated.

“Say it,” he commanded, his voice harsh and demanding.

She could do this. Had to or she wouldn’t get what she needed, and she needed him, his buff body and his erection pulsing against her hip. He was big, thick, and she shivered at the prospect of taking him inside her. Creamy desire coated her thighs.

He leaned over, his dark hair a heady contrast to her paler skin, and without warning, he bit down on one nipple. She moaned, the sharp sting of pain quickly morphing into pleasure. “Fuck me,” she cried out, arching her hips and begging him with her body.

“That I can do.”

He pushed up and levered over her, arms muscular, abs defined, and as she’d seen when he undressed, the cut leading down to his groin mouthwatering. Clearly the man worked out. And he smelled as good as he looked, everything inside her melting for him.

He dipped his head, cupped her br**sts, and pushed the twin mounds together. She thanked God he hadn’t tied her legs, because she squeezed them tight, finding what little relief she could from the pulsating need. Without warning, he sucked one nipple into his mouth, running his tongue around the distended peak before tugging with his teeth, long and hard.

She tipped her head back and moaned, pulling at the restraints that bound her, the mixture of pleasure and pain arousing her beyond reason. He didn’t let up, licking, teasing, biting first one nipple then the other, pausing only to give the same treatment to the sensitive skin on and around each breast. With every tweak of a taut bud, her sex pulsed and throbbed.

She writhed beneath him, the sounds coming from her throat foreign to her own ears. “Decklan, please. Please, please, please.” Clearly she wasn’t above begging.

He reached over, yanked open a nightstand drawer, and pulled out a condom, opening the packet and sliding it on with shaking hands.

She reveled in the fact that she could bring this big man to the brink, wished she could wrap her arms around him, feel the corded muscles in his forearms and back. As aroused as she was by being bound, the desire to stroke and caress him was stronger.

He slid one finger between the creamy folds of her sex. “You ready to take me, baby?”

“Yes,” she said, the word coming out in a hiss. Her pu**y clenched, an unsuccessful attempt to pull his finger inside her.

He was teasing her, tormenting her, and she couldn’t take it. “I want to feel you.” She pulled against the restraints. “Untie me, please.”

His eyes grew hooded at the request, but she wasn’t deterred, nor was she above begging.

“I need to stroke you, to touch you, to hold your c**k in my hand.”

Decklan hung his head and groaned. Damn, but he was tempted to do as she asked. Tempted for the first time ever. Other women had asked him to release them, but none pulled at his emotions. None made him want the same thing, her hands on his body, her fingers stroking his cock. He normally needed the women he slept with restrained and under his control. But if Decklan knew one thing, it was that if she wrapped those arms around him and pulled him in emotionally, he was a goner.

He held back, unable to give in, not even for this one woman who made him want with a ferocity that was foreign to him. He didn’t miss the irony. He’d pushed her boundaries and she gave. She pushed his and he withdrew like a f**king coward.

“I … can’t,” he said and hoped she understood how deeply he meant it.

Silence punctuated the next few seconds, and once again, he wondered if she’d use her safe word and walk away. His heart hammered painfully in his chest, begging him to give in and warring with his mind that told him to lock down his emotions.

She ran one leg up and down his calf, touching him the only way she could. “Okay, but you’d better hurry up and f**k me,” she said lightly. A request he already knew wasn’t easy for her to make once, let alone a second time.

He breathed out a groan of relief. Yet with her acceptance, something warm and tangible passed between them. Something he didn’t want to examine too closely. He already knew she threatened his well-erected walls. He was just now learning how dangerous she would be.

He shook his head and refocused his attention. Gripped his c**k in one hand and ran the length over the distended pearl of desire beckoning him. Back and forth, he teased her clit until her entire body trembled beneath him. Her arousal coated his erection, and suddenly he couldn’t wait another second.

He lined himself up at her entrance and pushed inside. She was as hot as he’d imagined, as wet as he’d made her, and so f**king tight he didn’t know how he’d make it all the way into her without exploding.

“Oh God, Decklan, you feel so good. So big.”

He laughed. Actually laughed while thrusting the rest of the way in. “And you’re so tight I could come right now.”

“Don’t you dare,” she muttered. “Not yet.” She clamped her inner walls around him, deliberately, if he had to guess.

He knew he was right when she met his gaze and grinned.

“Damn, woman.” She wasn’t just hot and luscious, she was fun. When did he have fun with women? Fun during sex? “You can be damned sure you’re going to come before I do.”

“I’d better.”

He leaned down and sealed his lips over hers, really kissing her for the first time. Another thing he didn’t normally do, because it implied an intimacy he refused to feel.

Until now.