SurrendersMischief by Alvania Scarborough Read Free Book Online Page A

the Punishment Stone revealed her breasts in
all their glory—full, heavy, the tips darkly flushed. His lungs burned until he
finally remembered to breathe.
    “Now, why do you suppose that is?”
    He couldn’t even remember the question as she toed off the
soft leather sandals while one hand toyed with the tie at her waist. Against
all logic, his cock stirred. It was a moment before it sank in that she was
still speaking.
    “Could it be because they are afraid of facing the fact that
women are every bit as intelligent as men?”
    Darias couldn’t take his gaze from her hands as she slowly
tugged on the ends of the tie.
    “Or maybe they don’t want to have to face the fact that
they’ve been abusing the entire opposite half of their race just so they can
get their jollies by dominating them? Just think of all those rules you men
make up on the spur of the moment. What chance does a woman stand of not
running afoul of them?”
    The blood in his veins heated with a mixture of anger and lust.
How could she do this to him? And during punishment? “Mind your tongue.”
    She gave him a patently fake innocent look. “Oh sorry. Did I
express an opinion? I forgot. Women have no thoughts of their own.” She
shimmied her hips and the silky material of her trousers slithered to the
ground, pooling around her feet. Riana stepped out of them, moving to stand
beside the inner-lit stone with an elegance not at all affected by her
nakedness. “I guess you are just going to have to punish me. Oh wait. You were
already going to punish me because I questioned the fairness of Nexar’s ways.”
    “You never know when to quit, do you, slave?” He had to
regain control. Somehow, someway, Riana had wrested it from him, became the one
who teased the other past endurance. His back teeth clenched at her
unmistakable disdain. Fury rushed through his veins. In the back of his mind,
he knew that he shouldn’t be feeling fury. He shouldn’t be feeling anything.
    He was past caring. One way or the other, she needed to
learn her lesson. He allowed a grim smile to curve his lips as he closed the
distance between them. He didn’t stop until the rough weave of his tunic
brushed the tips of her breasts.
    “But you will.” His voice was a barely audible growl.
    He gripped her waist and lifted her effortlessly onto the
curved seat of the stone. He pushed against her shoulders, the careful, gentle
touch not hiding his relentless intent, until she was in a reclining position.
The malleable stone allowed him to position her arms and legs into any position
he desired.
    He fastened her left wrist in the padded cuff beside her
head. He leaned across her, deliberately brushing his chest against her breasts
as he fastened her right wrist in a similar position.
    He placed her feet in the stirrups and fastened the padded
cuffs around her ankles, ignoring the faint tremor of desire in his hands. He
paused before fastening slender cuffs up high around her thighs. He didn’t want
Riana to lift up more than a few centimeters from the stone while he was
punishing her.
    Darias stepped back from his handiwork. She was spread out
before him, her knees raised and splayed wide.
    She ran the tip of her tongue over her bottom lip, her eyes
gleaming with a brazen dare.
    He relished that look, knowing before the night was over she
would be screaming for satisfaction. A satisfaction that only he could grant
her.
    One that he would not.
    By morning, Riana would have learned her lesson.
    Darias leaned over her, touching her navel with the tip of
his tongue.
    A soft shudder ran through her.
    Gods. She was so damn responsive. And it wasn’t completely
due to punishment. He’d barely touched her. The soft, feminine fragrance of her
arousal teased his senses. What would it be like to have her respond willingly?
A tingle of warning lifted the hair on the back of his neck. He squelched it,
licking a line up her rib cage to just below her right breast. He sucked the
skin where