Undone Rebel (Undone Lovers, Book One) by Lila Dubois Read Free Book Online

include bigger, better orgasms later.”
    Lane slid the half-melted ice cube into her sex.
    “Oh, oh, oh.” Addie panted and thrashed. She clenched, trying to push the ice cube out.
    “No, relax. Let it slide into you.”
    Lane hadn’t been kidding about knowing his sub’s body. Addie relaxed, whimpering as the ice made its way inside her, causing a deep shiver to pass over her.
    “Then again,” Lane went on, “there are times when a Dom just wants to see his sub come until she screams his name.”
    Lane slid his arms under her hips and carried her two steps to the couch, where he flipped her over onto her back.
    “Arms above your head, legs spread.”
    Addie obeyed, quickly throwing one leg over the back of the couch, the other on the floor. Lane loomed over her, one knee between her spread legs, his left arm braced on the edge of the couch, his right hovering over her sex.
    “Look at me. When you come, you thank me. Understand?”
    “Yes.”
    “Yes, who?”
    “Yes, Lane.”
    “Good.” Lane placed his index and middle finger on her clit, over her panties, and rubbed. Pleasure rolled through her and Addie’s eyes fluttered closed.
    “No, look at me.”
    Her eyes popped open. “How am I, ohh yes, supposed to follow all these rules, ahh, when you make me feel, mmmmmhmmm, like this?”
    Lane just smiled. “You don’t have permission to come.” His fingers continued their pattern of circles and vertical strokes.
    “Then you better stop that, because I’m close,” Addie said. The orgasm was there, coiled low in her belly, just waiting to be released.
    Lane stopped.
    Addie stared at him in shock. “I didn’t want you to actually stop!”
    “I don’t think you fully understand that you’re not in control. And you need to learn that.”
    “I do understand that! I did everything you said.” She searched his face, but there was no hint of teasing.
    Lane stood and stepped back.
    “Stand up. It’s time to get serious.”
     
    Lane would have bet ten large that if there’d been a gun handy he’d be full of holes. Addie looked ready to kill as she glared up at him. She was sex personified as she lay spread open, her wet lingerie clinging to her distended nipples, the lips of her sex. Her hair was mussed, her chest and cheeks flushed.
    “Serious? What the fuck was this?” She jumped to her feet, hands balled into fists.
    Sexual frustration was one of the worst sensations in the world. In his experience, new subs handled it in one of two ways—tears or violence.
    “This was an introduction.”
    “To what an asshole you are?” Addie socked him in the shoulder and started cussing in Spanish.
    He’d pegged her for a violence kind of girl. Good to know he could still call ‘em.
    Lane planted his shoulder in her waist and stood, Addie dangling over his back. She punched his ass a few times and Lane was just glad she hadn’t gone for the kidneys.
    “Put me down.”
    “No.”
    “Fuck you.”
    “Sadly, we can’t do that. But I’ll get as close as I can.”
    He dropped her on the foot of the bed and then hauled her to sit on the edge. He was vaguely aware of the click of the camera. Before she could figure out what he was doing, he fastened a buckle cuff—already attached to a rope and pulley system connected to the bedpost—around her left ankle.
    “What’s that?” she stopped cursing long enough to look over the side of the bed at her captured ankle. He took advantage of her distraction to cuff her right ankle. Then he stepped back. He’d given her enough the-big-bad-man-forced-me free passes, now he was going to make her do it the hard way.
    “Stand at the foot of the bed and spread your legs.”
    “Why should I?” she said, petulance dripping from every word. Her dark hair tumbled over one shoulder, her eyes narrowed.
    Lane wanted to grin and shout with joy. He loved women—everything about them. They were complicated, beautiful and mystical. He’d gotten into BDSM hoping to decode