Sugar and Spice by Mari Carr Read Free Book Online

in such crystal clear focus she was almost too stunning to look at.
    Slowly, he rose and reached down for her hand. She placed it in his with a steadiness that confirmed the truth of her words. She did trust him. She would follow him wherever he led her. The enormity of that thought should have scared the shit out of him, but instead he felt lighter and happier than he had in years.
    Turning, he walked with her to the opposite side of the room. He needed her to understand that with him, sex wouldn’t be a game. It wouldn’t be easy or familiar. He had dark needs that it suddenly seemed only Ginny could fulfill. He could hear her slight intakes of breath as they passed other couples and groups in the room. The 39
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    Voyeur Room was a place where club members could play or watch, depending upon their desires. There was a stage in the center of the room and at midnight, the planned entertainment would begin. Ryan glanced at his watch. He had more than enough time to play with his innocent friend before the show began.
    He found what he sought after only a moment. Close to the stage was a large, overstuffed armchair. A soft light hung above it, giving the appearance of a spotlight.
    Ryan sat in the chair and gestured for Ginny to sit on his lap. He marveled at how easily she acquiesced to his demands. She curled into him, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck.
    Bending forward, he claimed her lips in their first kiss since they were twelve years old. He’d wanted to taste her lush, lovely lips since he’d picked her up at her house.
    Dipping his tongue into her hot mouth, he explored and teased her. When they pulled apart, he could see the shock on her face as she felt him drag her bra straps over her arms and off. He’d taken advantage of her distraction during the kiss to unfasten the lacy scrap of material. He wanted to see if her nipples were as dark and large as they’d appeared when she’d removed her blouse. He wasn’t disappointed.
    She smiled when he reached down to cup her taut breast. That same smile vanished behind a moan when he pinched her nipple roughly.
    “Oh Ryan,” she murmured as he repeated the action to her other tight nub.
    “Stand up, Ginny, and face me.”
    It seemed to take her several seconds to clear away the haze of desire and process his words. He silently rejoiced. She was with him every step of the way in this and he was blown away by her incredible sexuality. Jesus, had she really thought she was frigid?
    She rose slowly, her hands hovering around her waist. He suspected she wanted to cover herself and he was pleased to see her fighting the impulse. She was a born submissive and somehow, despite her lack of training, she knew better than to hide 40
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    herself from him. Was it instinct? Ryan had no doubt she’d never traveled down the road of Domination and submission, yet she took to it as a baby bird takes to flight.
    “Take off your skirt and panties, Ginny,” he demanded, knowing this request was bound to test her limits. If she balked at being completely nude in a public place, what would he do? Ryan wished he could understand the genetic makeup inside him that wanted—hell, needed—this harder edge to sex. He’d given up trying to explain it and had instead embraced the needs, finding willing playmates and bed partners. However, this time, with Ginny, he was besieged by genuine hope and pure fear. He wanted her to want this. He needed her to need this.
    She took a deep breath as Ryan held his and waited for her refusal. When she lifted her hands and began to undo the button at the top of her skirt, he fought against the urge to shout out his victory. If he’d had a football, he’d have slammed it in the end zone.
    He watched as she slowly unfastened the zipper and shimmied the tight leather down her legs in a sensuous movement that have would put a belly dancer to shame.
    The sound of the leather lightly hitting the floor brought Ryan back to his