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Keys to Submission
BY
Jennifer August
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Ryder’s arms wrapped tight around her, his hands clutching at her buttocks as he drew her flush to his body. He rotated his hips, pressing hard into her pelvis. “Do you have any idea how much I want you?”
She laughed softly and returned the pressure. “As much as I want you, my lord.”
“Christ,” he muttered, kissing her again. And again.
His mouth alternated between hard and soft, demanding and cajoling. He kept her emotions spinning and whirling, her desire ratcheting higher. “Now,” she whispered against his lips. “I want you now.”
He pulled back and frowned down at her. “I will not take you for the first time in this mess, Sophie.”
She palmed his face, the key dropping to the floor. She didn’t even care. “Don’t you see, it has to be here.”
She knew she could not leave the ghosts of this place as unsettled as they were. Making love with Ryder might bring them solace. “I don’t want to wait. Please?”
She saw another refusal form on his lips and she decided to take matters in her own hands. Dropping to her knees in front of him, she cupped his hard cock. It surged into her palm.
His hand dropped to her head and he stared down at her with hooded, intense eyes. “Are you deliberately trying to incite me?”
She rubbed her flattened palms up the sides of his erection. “No, my lord, I’m trying to entice you.” She squeezed the tip.
He groaned, reached down and hauled her upright. “Hands behind your back,” he growled.
She complied, not breaking his stare.
“Spread your legs.”
She did.
“Don’t move until I return.”
Panic assailed her and she lurched slightly. “Where are you going?”
His thumb caressed her jaw. “Just to get the blanket off of Goddard. You must trust me, Sophie.”
Remorse wracked her. “Apologies.”
He winked, pressed a swift kiss to her mouth and whispered, “I’ll take it out of your arse.”
She shivered, turning the promise – threat? – over in her brain. The prospect of another spanking excited her greatly. Sophie found herself startled by the admission.
The door opened behind her and she flinched but didn’t turn.
“Very good,” he murmured, still out of sight. “Stay there until I tell you otherwise.”
Sophie forced her eyes closed, tried to curb her impatience. Soft noises came from Ryder’s vicinity including one or two muffled curses.
Silence.
Sophie opened her eyes to find him standing in front of her. She gasped. “You surprised me.”
“Good. I trust it will not be the last time.” His face held an almost feral cast. His normally full lips were tight and set, eyes hot. “Turn around, slowly.”
She did as instructed and realized all pretense of playful flirtation had flown from him. His darker side was fully in effect. His hands were at her back, unbuttoning her with brutal efficiency. Within seconds, her gown drooped, nearly sliding off her shoulders but he caught the material at the last second. “Release your arms and slide your dress off.”
Again, she complied and the material pooled at her feet. He picked it up, then stepped in front of her, his gaze raking her body. Sophie stood tall and proud, glad for him to see her. This morning she’d chosen to wear her sheerest chemise and last remaining pair of silk stockings. She’d planned her wardrobe based on the hope he would be the one undressing her.
Satisfaction flared on his face, echoed in her breast. “Beautiful,” he murmured. One finger stroked the line of her breast, circling her nipple. His thumb and forefinger snagged the bud, pinching with increasing force that soon had her straining upright on her toes.
He released her then swept his hand toward the carriage. “After you.”
She studied the sight as they approached. He’d created a decadent scene in no time at all. In front of the carriage, he’d spread the blanket. Hanging from the intricate iron scrolls surrounding the coachman’s box were two long strips of leather. She swallowed hard, looked down. At the wheelbase, two more strips appeared securely fashioned.
Those bindings, she knew, would soon be around her ankles and wrists.
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