What He Demands (Domination and Submission Romance) by Tawny Taylor
Her introduction to dark shades of pleasure...
Seduced into a new “relationship” with the domineering billionaire Shane Trant, Bristol Deatrich is just beginning to learn the dos and don’ts of being a submissive.
Do: please your master.
Don’t: forget that it’s all a game, only a game. Submission has nothing to do with love.
For her first full weekend with her new dom, she’s flown to paradise. But quickly she learns paradise isn’t all it seems…and neither is the enigmatic man who’d brought her there.
As the old saying goes, all that glitters is not gold.
I turned to face him, not sure which way he wanted me to go. He caught me by the waist and walked me backward until I was flat against a wall. Trapped. Dark flames burned in his eyes. I went breathless.
A hand closed over my breast, kneading the soft fullness and making me moan. The other hand gathered my wrists and pinned them against the wall, over my head. “You drive me crazy,” he murmured as he slanted down to nibble my neck.
“You drive me crazy too,” I said on a sigh as I tilted my head to give him better access. When his tongue flicked over the sensitive spot just under my ear, I shivered. I felt goose bumps prickling my arm and shoulder.
“Good.” He sounded satisfied. He nipped me, a little harder than I expected and I yelped in surprise. Then he laved my stinging skin with his tongue and the pain morphed into pounding need, pulsing through my body.
I didn’t know how he did it, turning pain into carnal need. But somehow he knew exactly what to do and when to do it to make that happen. It was strange and wonderful and scary all at once.
The hand that had been cupping my breast skimmed down the front of my body, and I sucked in little gasps as anticipation danced up and down my spine. The flesh between my legs was throbbing with carnal heat. I needed him to touch me there. And then I needed more.
Down it went, over my lower stomach, over my pubic bone. “No underpants, right?”
Moving quickly, he turned me around, kicked my feet apart. He pinned my hands over my head again, holding my wrists with one hand while the other flipped my dress up to expose my ass.
“Mmmm,” he said. “I’ve been thinking about this ass all week.”
And I’d been thinking about his ass all week. And his broad shoulders. And his abdominals, which could be on a romance novel cover. And those mesmerizing eyes of his, where I spied dark shadows.
“Please, what, minx?” His flattened hand glided over the globe of my ass, and the muscles beneath quivered. My inner muscles, deep inside clenched as a rush of heat gushed to my center.
I heard the sharp slap before the pain registered. I jerked, a reflex, and screeched. Then I groaned as the heat burning my flesh seeped in, spreading through me.