Desire's Edge by Eve Berlin Read Free Book Online

wanting to spank you, or whatever the particular desire may be. A BDSM scene is not a solo act. The bottom’s needs, their power, comes into play every bit as much as my own. More, actually. That’s where the real thrill is. The real power.”
    “I’ve heard that term, ‘bottom.’ Submissive. Is that what I am, then? Because I like the . . . spanking?”
    “I don’t think you have to label yourself, if you don’t want to. You definitely have submissive tendencies. I saw it in you right away. I felt it from the moment I first touched you. But how far that goes remains to be seen. If you decide to pursue it.”
    She nodded. Her head was spinning a bit. It was a relief in some way to have a name to put on her desires. A way to identify it. A way in which other people identified similar yearnings. It made her feel less alone.
    “Thank you, Dante.”
    “For what?”
    “For . . . allowing me to explore this. For making it so good for me.”
    He grinned then, a grin full of dimples and boyish charm. Strange, how he could be so utterly masculine, so dominant, and still have that boyish aspect shining through. It was part of his charm. Devastating.
    “Dante . . .”
    “Yes?”
    “I’d like to do it again.”
    “Ah, so would I. Right now.”
    He ran his hand into her hair, his fingers grasping, pulling just tight enough that she had the sense once more of his absolute command over her. Pleasure ran through her, a shiver of light and heat.
    He pressed against her again. He was still hard. Her sex pooled with desire, just thinking about him pushing into her. When he thumbed her nipple her insides clenched.
    “Dante . . . come on.”
    He chuckled. “Soon enough, beautiful girl.”
    She knew then that he would tease her, draw it out. Control the pacing.
    Yes .
    She pulled in a gasping breath when he pinched her nipple, pleasure racing through her like a lovely shock.
    “Have you ever come just from this?” he asked her, gravel in his tone again. “Just from having your nipples played with?”
    “No.” God, she could barely breathe already. Just to have him ask her this!
    “Shall we try?”
    All she could do was groan as he got up on his knees beside her so he could use both hands. His naked thighs were strong, muscular, covered in a bit of soft, dark hair. And between them his cock was a rigid shaft of gorgeous golden flesh. She couldn’t believe that he was hard again. The sight of it, that solid flesh, made her mouth water. But she was too distracted by his hands on her breasts.
    He was caressing the flesh: the undersides, the rise at the tops of her breasts, tracing the outline. Keeping away from the nipples. They ached with the need to be touched. Tortured. But he kept feathering his fingertips everywhere but there.
    “Dante.” She arched, her body surging into his hands.
    “No, Kara. Hold still. Breathe. Relax into it.”
    She almost wanted to whimper. But she loved the authority in his tone too much not to do as he said.
    She pulled in a breath. He kept stroking her skin. Unbearable. But wonderful. Her nipples throbbed. Her sex throbbed until it hurt, engorged and full of need. She wanted to squeeze her thighs together to ease the ache. But she bit her lip and held still.
    Finally, he brushed his fingertips over both nipples, and she gasped.
    “Good?” he asked.
    “Oh yes.”
    “I don’t want you to worry about it. About whether or not you can come. I want you to simply enjoy it. To focus on nothing but the pleasure. We’ll see what happens. Just let it happen, Kara.”
    His golden gaze was on her breasts. His tongue darted out to lick his lip, and she wanted to put her own tongue there. But she didn’t dare move.
    He brushed her nipples again, the lightest of touches. Pleasure was like a slowly burning flame, building and building, a low, hot pulse beat inside her. Unbelievable how intense it was, simply from him touching her breasts. Being so much the center of all his attention. She couldn’t