Playing Rough: 3 Hot Tales of Sensual Submission by Jaymie Holland Read Free Book Online Page A

admit she really liked the look, too.
She felt sexy in the panties.
    As she waited for the doorbell to ring, she
gave her own naughty smile. She had done her best to tease Chase
these past couple of weeks, a small payback for how much teasing he
was constantly doing.
    Twice when they’d had dinner out at corner
tables, and she sat facing him, she had let her dress slide up to
her hip, exposing her thigh almost up to her panties. She knew he
could see and she had been able to tell it had been almost
impossible for him to keep from touching her.
    She would have liked him to touch her,
anywhere he wanted. But no, he kept teasing her, time after time on
their dates, night after night on IM.
    Chase said what he was doing wasn’t teasing.
He wanted to get to know her better. There was an added bonus, he
admitted, drawing out the anticipation.
    Never having done anything like this made it
all the more exciting. The idea of being helpless to a man like
Chase. Turning over all control. Trusting him. That was a big part
of it for him, he said. Having someone turn over control to him. To
trust him. He didn’t want to take anything that was not willingly
given to him.
    The thought made her hot.
    Some of his favorite positions to tie someone
in had seemed to be too much when he first told her about them. Now
she wanted to be in those positions. She wanted to be his helpless
play toy.
    She was going to have to kill him if she had
to anticipate much longer.
    Her reflection in the oblong oak mirror
stopped her as she paced her living room again. She studied herself
and wondered if her look might be considered half girl-next-door
and half slut. It was the look he said he liked. The bright red
lipstick made her lips look fuller and like her lips and mouth were
made for more than just smiling and eating.
    Her soft blonde hair was pinned up and the
black dress felt so good against her and she loved the sexy heels.
She liked the look and she knew Chase would, too.
    She hoped he’d like it enough that he’d want
to strip the dress off of her tonight.
    When the doorbell rang, she startled and
jerked her attention to the front door. Chase liked to be on
time—he didn’t like to wait which was something she knew would be
important to him when she finally submitted.
    That thought gave her another excited
shiver.
    She grabbed her black satin clutch purse and
swung open the door.
    Chase stood on her doorstep, not dressed in a
button down shirt and slacks as usual. He wore jeans and a collared
shirt, and a smug look on his handsome face.
    He had two large leather duffel bags, one in
each hand.
    “You look pretty.” Chase dropped the duffel
bags in the entryway and closed the door behind him. He did it all
without taking his eyes from hers. She found herself in his arms
and he swept his lips over hers before murmuring, “My pretty
Rachelle. My play toy.”
    Breath caught in her throat as both
excitement and a small thrill of fear surged inside her body.
    “Are you afraid of me?” Chase’s smile was
wicked again as he slid his fingers along her bare arms to her
fingertips. “Afraid of what I might do to you?”
    She shook her head. “No.” That was true, but
the thought of giving up control to anyone, being entirely at their
mercy was both exhilarating and terrifying. “Not really.”
    “Not really?” He brought his fingers up and
tugged at the clip from her hair then released it so that it fell
and swung around her shoulders and to the small of her back. “You
don’t have anything to fear with me, you know that don’t you?”
    She could only find herself agreeing with
him. “Never.”
    “Good.” Chase clasped her face in his strong
hands and brought his lips to hers with decisive force that
surprised her. Nothing gentle about this kiss. No, the kiss told
her she was going to get what she wanted. Everything she wanted.
Their mouths parted just enough for him to say, “You’re going to
find out how much you can trust me.