Delicate Surrender – Club Temptation Read Online Dani Rene

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
Advertisement1

Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27104 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
<<<<234561424>29
Advertisement2


I follow him toward the wingback chairs that wait on the other side of the room, where we have an unhindered view of the stunning redhead. I drape my suit jacket over the back of the chair before sitting, and Oliver does the same.

Our gazes turn toward the unnamed woman who’s inching the sleek black dress up her thighs, and with every movement, my cock only seems to get harder and harder. By the time she’s tugging the material over her hips, I’m a goddamned steel pole that has been shoved into my slacks.

I want so badly to pull her into my lap. To have her legs dangle on either side of mine, so I can open her up and feel her heat.

The black material falls to her feet, pooling beside her, and I can’t stop my hand from grabbing my crotch. Her milky skin is encased in a fire engine red lace lingerie. Her tits are just more than a handful, and her slender legs seem endless in the heels on her feet.

“Turn around for us, slowly,” I command, and she obeys without question. She’s not some newbie. Her confidence shines through when she locks those emerald orbs on us once more.

“Would you like to take the lead?” Oliver questions, his voice low, so only I can hear.

With a grin, I nod and rise. I stalk toward her, taking in her figure, which has my mouth watering for a taste. I round her, stepping up behind her. Allowing my hands to trail over her shoulders, down her arms, to her hips, I lean forward and press a gentle kiss to her neck, which has her gasping softly. I’m sure she’s wet. My fingers tingle with a need to feel her, to slip one hand between her thighs and touch her panties.

I allow my hot breath to fan over her cheek. “Are you ready, little one?”

She nods. “Yes, please.” Her voice is breathy, and I almost come right then and there at the softness of it. I want nothing more than to bend her over right here, spank her pert ass, and fuck her into submission with Oliver watching.

I circle her clit, watching as Oliver’s gaze burns through us. His hand stroking his cock through dark slacks as his eyes lock on the beauty trembling in my arms. I wonder if she’d come by just the slightest of touches.

“He’s watching you,” I murmur, keeping my voice low. “Do you like him seeing you get wet for me?”

She nods, her hips rolling, her body rubbing against my hand, and I can’t help but grin at her.

“Words, pet,” Oliver grumbles.

“Yes, I enjoy it,” she murmurs gently as I continue my ministrations on her sopping panties. She shivers uncontrollably and I realize she’s so close, and I want nothing more than to make her come, but I do prefer the edging. I pull away, earning me a whimper of agony, and I can’t help but chuckle. The power is intoxicating, and I want more.

Chapter 2

Clover

My body is hot, needy, and I’m not sure what I’m doing, but I haven’t ever been so turned on. Having both men watch me, their eyes burning through me, has me shaking with desire.

The strangers have taken an interest and I’m thankful I was able to play this scene anonymously. I have tonight. Tomorrow, my life changes forever, and I’ll never be able to come back here again.

I take in the man who was watching. He’s older, with a smattering of salt and pepper hair, an angular jaw, with intense eyes that pierce me. He was born dominant. There is no question about it.

The other man. The one who touched me, he’s younger, possibly mid to late thirties, and he has an aura about him that screams commanding. A chiseled jawline with a dusting of dark stubble makes him look so handsome. His sharp features have my fingertips tingling to touch his face. He’s gorgeous with full lips and mischievous brown eyes.

When he smiles, there are small wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, which is the only evidence that he’s a lot older than I am. I’ve never seen a more handsome man in my young life.

His hand cups my shoulder, and he gently leads me to the bed. My heart is thudding wildly against my chest as nerves take over.

“Remember your safe word,” he says as he helps me onto the soft mattress. “You can call me Sir, if you’d like, since we’re not giving out names.” He waits as his friend joins us, each man taking either side of the bed as I lie back.

“Sir.” I taste the word, rolling it around on my tongue. I like the way it sounds. “Do you both always pick a girl and bring them into one of these rooms?” I keep my gaze on the wall opposite the bed. My attention may be on the concrete, but I can practically feel them hover over me.


Advertisement3

<<<<234561424>29

Advertisement4