The final of FREED just landed in my box. Now if only November would hurry up and get here!!. Here’s a sneak peek at Elliott and Mary’s story: đ
He lowered his gaze and watched his finger running up and down her arm, and murmured, âNow, why would a submissive who reacts as beautifully as you do not play anymore?â
âIââshe inhaled sharply and moved away from his touchââitâs not something that interests me any longer.â
âFunny,â he retorted. âYour body seems to disagree with that statement.â
She snapped her head up, eyes narrowed. âBy that, you mean?â
Her glare struck him hard in the chest, being the sexiest thing heâd ever seen. He loved a woman with fire in her blood. The stronger the personality, the better. âI would say that in my experience as a Dom, and that is about thirty years of experience, that youâre aching to play.â
She stared at him for a few seconds before casting her gaze down. âYouâre wrong.â
âAm I?â He moved closer, getting right in her space. âI bet I could prove youâre wrong.â
She looked to him again; the angry glare was gone. His cock twitched as he listened to her deepening breaths. Slowly, he lifted his hand, giving her the chance to move away, but again she stayed put. He gripped her arm, pressed his body against hers, and she leaned in to him, probably not even realizing sheâd done so.
Held captive by her mouth, he traced a thumb over her cheek. âNow tell me again what you just said when I asked why you donât play.â
Silence greeted him.
Her eyes were dark, deliciously aroused. He would bet money her lower lips were as puffy, red, and wet as the ones on her face. Leaning down, he brought his mouth close to hers, letting her feel the touch of a Dominant, and allowing her to experience the nearness of a commanding man.
âYou lie to yourself, beautiful.â He dragged his finger over her bottom lip, hearing the hitching of her breath. âI smell your need. I feel that your lush body is ready and willing.â Dropping his hand from her chin, he stepped back, and watched her brace her hands on the island.
Intrigue and burning attraction had him reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a card from his wallet. âI hold a BDSM play party every two weeks at Dmitriâs casino.â Which was a gathering of kinky people who didnât want to attend clubs, public or otherwise. âWe have one scheduled for tomorrow night at eight oâclock. This card will give you access.â
He offered her the card, but she didnât accept it, so he placed it on the counter. âI promise that you would be comfortable there. Everyone is around our age, and all are looking for exactly what we want. A fun, private party to explore our sexual lifestyle.â Pulled by the electricity between them, he moved closer. âI want to play with you, Mary.â He brushed his lips across her cheek, relishing her shiver while he whispered in her ear, âStop lying to yourself, so that I can.â