DARE YOU

by Melissande

  Her head swiveled from side to side as her breasts spilled free into the cool air. She thought about who might be out there beyond her office window in any of the surrounding buildings, using a telescope to watch them right now. To see her needing, craving...

  Her body went liquid in response. She pressed her lips together against a moan. "Please..." Touch me. Fuck me. Make me come.

  One finger trailed up her thigh, one tiny point of torture her every nerve ending strained toward.

  Then his touch vanished.

  She started to turn. "Damn it—"

  His fingers slid over the back of her head. Gripped her hair. "I said no talking." His voice was steel.

  She shoved backward to stand. "You can't—"

  "It's still my dare. You cheated with Dax. You wanted the rules, now live with them." He tightened his grip. “If you turn around, if you move one more inch, I’m gone for good."

  You can't, she started to say but pressed her lips together so tightly. What are you doing? She wanted to ask. What is this?

  But was she really ready to lose him?

  His tone made it clear that he meant every word.

  Much of her rebelled.

  But part of her yearned. Knew that no one had ever made her feel half of what he did.

  He brought his mouth to her ear. "I know this is difficult for you, Dani."

  Dani? How did he know? How had he found her here, as a matter of fact? She'd only given him her cell number marked Private…and a name as fake as Sam probably was.

  "Stop thinking." But this time his tone was gentle. "You need this."

  No. She started to shake her head, but she couldn't move. Tears of frustration prickled in her eyes. "Sam, I—" She started to turn, but even as she did, something inside her quivered.

  His fingers tightened in her hair. "Dani…" he warned and began to straighten.

  No. Don't go— But he was wrong about her. Of course he was.

  Yet she felt him all along the back of her, and everything in her—pussy, legs, breasts—trembled. "Why are you doing this?"

  "Because you need more. We both do." His voice went hard. "You went too far, fucking Dax out of my sight, Dani. You skirted right over the edge of the rules. You tested me because a part of you wants me to take control."

  "I don't. I would never want—"

  His hand gripped her mound, and one finger slid inside.

  She couldn't help moaning. Rocking, trying to draw him in deeper.

  "You do want. You're exhausted from being in charge all the time and everywhere. You need somewhere safe."

  Oh, god...inside she wanted to weep.

  "You kept your pussy bare for me, all these weeks."

  She tried to shrug it off. "It wasn't for you. I decided I liked it."

  He pinched one engorged fold. "Don't lie to me." His breath was warm against her ear. "You need to trust someone, Dani. Enough to give up control." He nipped her earlobe, and her pussy tightened around his fingers. "It won't make you weak, baby. I promise."

  Promise. She didn't accept promises, not anymore. Not since she'd been orphaned at fifteen. Not after she'd had no one—

  "I...can't."

  "Then we're done." He let go. Stepped away. She heard his footsteps heading for the door.

  "No—wait—" she whirled. "Sam, please."

  He halted with one hand on the knob but didn't look back.

  She bit her lip, unsure what to do next, and damning him for it. She was always sure. Always in control.

  But her body longed for his touch.

  "Please." She watched him, those broad shoulders, the lean hips, the long, muscled legs of that body that had given her so much exquisite pleasure.

  "Don't go."

  He remained motionless for what felt like hours.

  She stood frozen, waiting for the moment he would leave and hating him for it.

  Hating herself.

  "Call me Master."

  A frisson shivered through her. "What?"

  "You will call me Master when we're alone."

  No way. She couldn't seriously utter the word.

  She chewed on her lower lip, but already her body was weeping moisture for him. Her nipples, bare to the air, were tight and hard.

  It was only another game, though, right? "Only when we're alone?" she ventured.

  He turned. "You don't make conditions, Dani. If I stay, you are not in control of anything." His beautiful eyes were hard.

  "It's only a game. We're just playing."

  "I'm not playing now."

  She paused on the edge of indecision, a part of her understanding that if she acquiesced, nothing would ever be the same.

  It was only a role. Only another scenario, if one she would never have seriously considered.

  "I won't hurt you, Dani," he said gently. A corner of his generous mouth curved. "Though we can definitely explore the pleasure to be obtained through pain."

  Pleasure and…pain.

  Her brain was titillated. Intrigued. Her body silently shuddered in anticipation of a new adventure. "What do you mean?"

  "The receptors for pain and pleasure are closely intertwined. It is possible that you would find it very arousing for me to spank your pretty ass." He approached and pinched one nipple. Then smiled as she gasped again. "I already know your nerve endings are exquisitely sensitive. If I lay you over my lap, there are many pleasures to be had from addressing those smooth white globes…in addition to the dark pleasures to be had between them."

  Her inner passages clenched tight in anticipation.

  He smiled. "Your pupils are wide and dark, babe. Your body understands that we've barely tapped the possibilities for pleasure yet to be explored. You have no idea how much ecstasy your body has yet to experience, and you won't until you stop holding on so hard to your control." His eyebrows rose. "I promise you'll like giving it up."

  "I—I need to think."

  He snorted. "That's the last thing you need." His expression showed his disappointment that she'd reached her limit. He turned to go.

  But this was more than a simple dare. How could he possibly expect her—?

  He was nearly to the door, clearly serious about his ultimatum.

  Was she really going to give all this up?

  "Wait."

  He hesitated for one second, but when she said nothing else, he resumed his departure.

  Call me Master.

  Could she even get the word out?

  But if she didn't...he was already turning the knob.

  "Master," she whispered. Shame burned inside her.

  Yet oddly, her pussy was on fire. "Please."

  And he let go of the knob. Slowly he turned. "Get on your knees."

  It was reflex for her chin to rise, but she could see in his eyes that he understood how hard this was for her.

  She swallowed hard. Her blouse was hanging open, yet that wasn't what made her feel so exposed. To let go, especially here, in this place where she called the shots, where she was in charge and everyone—

  He shook his head. As if he could hear her thoughts, he spoke. "Right here, yes. Where you are in control. This is where you will be mastered first." His voice gentled. "I know it's hard to imagine, but you and I have barely begun to explore the pleasures we can share. Submit to me, Dani. Give yourself up to me, or there's no future for us."

  Their gazes met for a charged moment in which his need was as naked as hers.

  Her breasts ached for his touch. Her panties were soaked. She was tantalized to see what lay in store...

  "Take off your blouse, babe," he said softly. He pressed his hand against his straining fly. "Strip for me, then kneel."

  Her whole body was on fire, and her throat was full of questions she wanted to ask, but...

  I can't, she started to say, but she thought about all the ways they'd been together, all the fantasies he'd helped her explore, all the insanely pleasurable times they'd had together.

  "You will have a safe
word," he reassured her, "and whenever you say it, no matter what is happening, I will stop instantly."

  A safe word? "Really? But how could you stop when you're— What if—"

  "I'll stop." Iron was there. "I pledge that to you, and I take it seriously. I will master you but never abuse you, never give you pain you cannot bear. It's all about pleasure, honey, mining every possible grain of it. The limits of those boundaries are between us, no one else. There is no shame in pleasure. We can have one hell of a journey, you and I." He smiled. "Outside our shared world, no one will be allowed to judge what we choose to do together." He took a step toward her. "But first, you have to give yourself to me."

  His face went hard. "Now or never, Dani. Do as I command—"

  Or I'm gone. The rest of his sentence was clear to them both. And while the notion of submission was one she'd never thought about trying, now he'd opened a door and given her the merest glimpse of a new game she'd never seriously considered.

  However unnerving the notion was to contemplate, she was an adventuress at heart, and she didn't know if she could live with herself if she didn't walk through that door.

  At last she let her blouse slide off her arms and crumple to the floor. Then she reached for the fastening of her pencil skirt. She hesitated. "What's my safe word?"

  His gaze warmed. "Nothing like Stop or No or Don't. You may utter those many times in our journey. It should be something innocuous, something not sexual in context. But it's yours to choose, just as coming with me is your choice."

  Her own lips curved. "Not really."

  One eyebrow arched. "No?" He held out his hands. "Am I restraining you?"

  "No, damn you. You're taunting me with what I can't have, and you know how I can't resist an adventure."

  His mouth curved, his eyes dark and secret. "You cannot imagine the delicious experiences I have in mind." He sobered. "But make no mistake, you won't always find them easy. If you choose this path, I will own you."

  His gaze scorched her. Promised her untold delights.

  God. She wanted him—now. She dropped her skirt. Stepped out of her heels. Cupped her breasts in her hands. "Fuck me, Sam. Please."

  He shook his head slowly. "No."

  "I said please." She pouted.

  He smiled then turned stern again. "Kneel. And don't look at me until I say you can."

  She swallowed hard. Now or never, she knew it without the words.

  She cupped her breasts. Stroked them, as if her nipples weren't already hard as diamonds. "My safe word is please."

  He chuckled. "Get on your knees, hellcat. Your safe word will be cherry."

  "Cherry?" Her gaze rose.

  "If you look at me again, I'm gone. You better know I mean it."

  As she slid to her knees, one hand slipped down to stroke her tortured pussy, and she moaned.

  "Hands at your side," he ordered. "No pleasure for you until I choose to give it. Now open your thighs and put your forehead on the floor. Raise that beautiful ass in the air and say yes, Master."

  She complied, but only slowly. Still, her body was screaming for relief, and her head was a little light.

  She opened her knees wide and jutted her ass in the air. "Yes…Master." She was surprised to feel a pang of pure lust. Of anticipation.

  Then she realized that she was still visible in the window, that anyone could see her naked and craving, that her pussy was exposed to the world.

  God, that was hot.

  Footsteps sounded, and she could tell he was headed behind her. She was praying for his touch.

  Instead, he spanked her.

  She jolted in surprise and started to lift her head.

  "If your forehead leaves the floor, I promise you will regret it."

  With effort she remained still.

  Warmth painted her pussy, and she could tell that his touch was close, so achingly close...

  One breath blew over the lips, the exposed ruby flesh, the puckered hole revealed to the light.

  Her fingers curled into fists. Now, oh god now, oh god...

  She could not stand this. She was burning alive.

  He smacked her ass again. Her overheated body shuddered.

  When she heard his zipper open, it was all she could do not to plead as she waited for him to sheathe himself inside her and give them both relief.

  The big, smooth head circled her pussy once...twice...a scorching heat setting her on fire—

  Then no more.

  She heard him rise, heard the zipper close again.

  She moaned in protest.

  "Quiet. Now get up," he ordered.

  When she was slow to respond, his hand clamped on her wrist and he tugged her to her feet. "Put on your shoes and your coat. Button only the center button. Your clothes go in your briefcase."

  He walked to the door and looked back. "Stay here five minutes. Do not touch yourself. Do not get dressed in anything but the coat and shoes."

  When she opened her mouth to protest, one brow arched.

  She subsided.

  A nod. "I have a car waiting downstairs. I'll wait an additional five minutes, then I will leave, and you'll never see me again."

  Her nostrils flared. Her mouth opened to object—

  "That's a promise, Dani. There's no future for us if you stop now. If you come to me, you do so naked beneath your coat, knowing that beneath that one layer, you are open to me in every way, that your body is mine to do with as I wish." His gaze locked on hers. "And knowing that you can't hold both the top and bottom of the coat closed, that a stray gust of wind can reveal you to the world as a slave to your passion." He neared and tenderly tucked one hair behind her ear, then bent to her to whisper. "And a slave to me."

  One more soul-baring gaze that seared her to the bone.

  "Your last choice," he reminded her.

  And walked out the door without looking back.

  Chapter Four

  SHE STOOD THERE A VERY long time after he left. After she heard the elevator doors shush shut. Her heartbeat was so loud she could barely think. Without him near, second thoughts overwhelmed the temptation he'd dangled before her like shiny jewels.

  What do I do? How can he imagine I would ever...? She looked around her at the trappings of her power, her success, and she could not see how she—

  How long had it been? She'd forgotten to mark the time. She had no idea how long—

  Stop it. You cannot let him get away with this. You set the terms—always.

  It was only a game.

  He was only one man. There were so many. She hadn't begun to try them all. Sure, she was aching from the last few minutes with him, but if she wanted relief, she knew where to find Dax. Or she could just get dressed, go to a bar...

  She glanced at her briefcase, at the clothes fallen beside her feet. Her gaze trailed up her bare legs, past the gleaming, plump lips of her pussy—

  He wasn't just anyone. Somehow he'd known her from the first, seen inside her...

  I'll wait five minutes more, then I will be gone forever.

  Every cell in her body screamed for him, for the pleasure he'd given her up to now, for what more he would bring if only she'd—

  Submit.

  Call me Master.

  How could she?

  But as she imagined her life with him gone, with her wondering forever what he might have shown her...

  Delicious experiences. Pain and pleasure...

  She might regret this, but it's not like she was an actual slave. She could leave, and she would if she hated it, but—

  But. Her nipples were hard. Her body wanted him.

  You and I have barely begun to explore the pleasures we can share.

  She wanted to know. Had to find out what he meant. She threw her clothes in her briefcase, scooped it up, raced to her coat and with trembling fingers buttoned it. Two buttons, then three.

  One button only. Anyone can know.

  A slave to your passions.

  She swallowed hard,
then straightened and shook her head. Unbuttoned all but the center button as she strode to the elevator.

  And hoped all the way down that she wasn't too late.

  When the elevator door opened, she was greeted by a lobby teeming with people heading home. She clutched the lapels of her coat, but each of her usual long, confident strides now brought a tingling awareness of cool air wafting over her naked ass, her pussy juices cool and damp, her flesh so…vulnerable.

  When usually her body was a weapon.

  She tried shortening her stride, but she got off-beat and stumbled. A man nearby grabbed her elbow to steady her. "You okay?" he asked, his glance catching on the glimpse of bare upper thigh.

  Open to my every command.

  "I'm fine." She pulled away from the knowing glance and rushed toward the door, already searching for a sign of him, Sam.

  Master.

  Her stride faltered again as her insides clenched, her nipples hardening to points. God, this sensation, walking through a crowd knowing she was naked and needy...

  Oh, Sam, please be there.

  On the sidewalk she faltered. She couldn't see him anywhere.

  She was too late.

  As her heart sank, she couldn’t think what to do.

  "Allow me to take this for you, Miss." Her case and purse were grasped by a very dignified gentleman in a dark suit. "The Master is waiting for you right over there." He pointed to a black limousine, its windows smoky dark.

  "The Master?" she echoed.

  "Yes." In his eyes, did she see awareness? Did he know about this? Did he realize she was naked? She gripped the lapels tighter, but a gust of air whipped the skirt open. She grasped for it, but too late.

  A man across the sidewalk froze in place, his gaze avid.

  Broad…daylight. Outside her office. Where anyone...

  Even as her mind was aghast, her body squirmed, craving. Desperate.

  "Fine." She mustered every once of dignity she could summon and strode ahead. When she reached the limo, he opened the back door.

  Inside, Sam smiled. Held out a hand.

  She parted her legs to enter, abruptly realizing that she would be giving the chauffeur a crotch shot.

  You stood on a street and let two strangers fuck you. How is this different?