Surrender to Me(54)

“Hunter, you’re right. I’m sorry. Please.” Kata willed him to look at her. He didn’t. “This is hard for me.”

He sighed, looked her way. “I know. What’s happening is unfamiliar and uncomfortable. I’ve taken that into account. My problem is, you’re still trying to submit on your terms. I won’t let that happen, honey.”

He trailed his fingers through her drenched folds. She gasped at the immediate resurgence of pleasure. He could make her want him so easily, so completely. That unnerved her to the core.

“Your body wants this.” He drilled a serious blue stare into her, as if willing her to understand. “Now your mind must accept it. I see a submissive’s need to be taken and to please on your face, but your fear is in our way.”

Kata wanted so badly to tell him that he was wrong. But she’d be lying. As his thumb grazed her clit again, need jolted her entire body. She arched to him, trying to increase the pressure on her little bundle of nerves.

He withdrew his hand from her needy flesh, then began taking items from the nightstand and placing them above her head, just out of her line of sight. “Let’s see if we can get you past that.”

She broke out in a cold sweat. Handing the key to unlock her body—and her heart—to someone as alpha and ruthless as Hunter scared her. But if she didn’t truly submit, what did she have to look forward to when Hunter was gone except more meaningless flings?

“I want you,” she blurted. “I want you to do anything. Everything . . . even though it terrifies me.”

A smile eased the harshness from his face. “Good girl.”

He understood. Thank God. She released the breath she’d been holding. “So what are you going to do?”

Instantly, his stare turned thunderous—and made her shiver. “That’s for me to decide. And for you to take without comment or complaint. Because you trust me.”

Kata bit her lip. Her first urge was to tell him to go to hell. She swallowed it. As much as being bound and helpless disturbed her independent nature, she couldn’t deny that her body loved it . . . and craved him.

What would it be like to give herself completely—no worries, no responsibilities or fears—over to him for a night? If the only thing in the world that mattered was the connection between them? That seductive thought whispered her name, a terrifying pleasure drug waiting to become addictive.

Hunter stood at the side of the bed and did nothing more than watch and wait as thoughts pinged through her head.

“I’m sorry,” she finally whispered into the silence. “Please, don’t stop.”

He sent her a curt nod, then grabbed one of the items he’d placed on the mattress above her head. The crinkle of plastic filled her ears. He drew in a deep breath of anticipation, his chest lifting, looking lethally strong. Kata was dying to know what he planned to do but didn’t ask. It would only prolong an argument her body knew she was going to lose.

He bent and sucked a nipple into his mouth. Immediately, heat assailed her, and the little bud tightened almost painfully. Moisture gushed from her, slicking her folds even more. Straightening, he lowered his gaze squarely to her pu**y and rubbed a pair of fingers right over the slick hood of her clit. Sensation struck her like lightning. She bucked, arched. Moaned.

“Hunter . . .”

“Who am I in bed?”

No way she could hold back her reply. “Sir. Please.”

“Good. Ever been clamped, honey?” He set his mouth on her other nipple, still looking her way.

And she watched his mouth move over her, working her, his cheeks concave, his teeth gently nipping until she moaned.

Then he nipped harder. “I asked you a question.”

Since she wasn’t exactly sure what he meant, she figured she had the answer. “No.” At his raised brow, she added a hasty, “Sir.”

A ghost of a grin broke across that gorgeous male mouth. “I’m looking forward to this. Remember, if this is too painful, just say ‘Ben.’ Otherwise, no complaining. No coming.”

No coming, still? Kata whimpered.

Hunter ignored her and lifted his hand to her br**sts, hovering above her nipple. He pinched something between his fingers then lowered it.

Oh shit. Nipple clamps.

Tight and vicious, they sank their teeth into her tender flesh, and she cried out. Dizzying pain—at first. It blurred quickly into searing, fiery pleasure.

Her ni**les soon felt swollen to twice their normal size. Her skin tingled, electric and alive, unlike anything she’d ever felt. More moisture seeped from her pu**y. She fisted her hands. “Hunter!” She gulped. “Sir.”