Linger Read Online Free
Book: Linger Read Online Free
Author: Lauren Jameson
this roundâand he hadnât seen it coming, so points for her.
But he wasnât tamed that easily.
âYou going to punish me now, baby?â He ran his tongue over his lips, deliberately provoking her. He knew what would happen now, and he was looking forward to it.
She would take him to a private room, or to one of the many pieces of equipment set up around the massive play area of Veritas. She would try to dig deeper, and he would deflect. She would flog him, and he would be able to lose himself in the pain.
They would fuck, and then they would go their own ways. Heâd head back to Montana until his needs could no longer be assuaged with his imagination and his own hand.
The fact that he didnât care for the idea of leaving her was just a signal that he needed to do exactly that. She looked like she could draw out all of his secrets, and that just wasnât going to happen.
Still, he thought he just might die if he didnât get a taste of that creamy flesh spilling out over the top of her corset.
âYes,â Mistress S replied, her face calm, though those grayeyes of hers reflected more than a hint of the turmoil that he was feeling himself. âI am.â
Then the woman did something Logan never could have seen coming.
She turned on her slender stiletto heel and walked away.
CHAPTER THREE
S carlett kept her steps slow and deliberate as she left him, though her heart was pounding in a wicked rhythm against her rib cageâa rhythm born of excitement and anticipation.
What the fuck was that?
Forcing herself not to look back, Scarlett crossed the room, her goal a table that was far enough away that it was clearly a dismissal and yet would give her an unobstructed view.
Logan.
The name suited him, suited the shadow of a beard that covered his jawline, the attractive smirk that curled his lips, the challenge in his eyes.
She wanted another look at him.
But she would just have to wait. She was the one in control.
Hoping she was projecting outward calm, no matter how much anticipation was roiling inside her, Scarlett pulled out the tall chair, lifted herself onto it, feeling the stretch in the muscles that had once propelled her across a stage. Slowly, she crossed one leg over the other, a deliberate tease, knowing the fact that she hadnât yet looked back at him told him she didnât care one way or another what he did.
But she did. Oh, she really, really did. And so she finally let herself look across the room, back to where she had left him.
She hadnât given him leave to move. If he felt even half ofwhat she did, he wouldnât have. It was disconcerting how much she wanted him to still be there.
Deliberately torturing herself, she let her eyes skim the mosaic-tiled floors. And then there he was.
He was still in place, though he had risen to his feet, staring after her. As their gaze met, Scarlett felt something tangible pulse in the air between them.
Slowly, expression wary, he dropped back down to his knees as she watched. He even went so far as to lace his hands behind his head, which told her that he was far from new to BDSM.
But he didnât drop his eyes, instead leaving his stare fixated on her. Still, triumph washed over her, and Scarlett had to try very hard not to grin.
âThatâs my boy.â Allowing the smallest of smiles to curve over her lips, Scarlett turned in her chair and gestured toward Rani, one of the serving subs, for a fresh glass of wine.
She didnât want it, not really, but she needed a distraction, something to occupy herself with while she, too, sat through the excruciating wait that she was setting for them both.
She wanted to fist her hand in that gorgeous golden hair, wanted to bite the taut cord in his neck and feast on his lips.
But submission didnât come easily for this sub, no matter how he liked his sex. He needed his defenses broken down. And though it was a lengthy process, she would do it.
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But he wasnât tamed that easily.
âYou going to punish me now, baby?â He ran his tongue over his lips, deliberately provoking her. He knew what would happen now, and he was looking forward to it.
She would take him to a private room, or to one of the many pieces of equipment set up around the massive play area of Veritas. She would try to dig deeper, and he would deflect. She would flog him, and he would be able to lose himself in the pain.
They would fuck, and then they would go their own ways. Heâd head back to Montana until his needs could no longer be assuaged with his imagination and his own hand.
The fact that he didnât care for the idea of leaving her was just a signal that he needed to do exactly that. She looked like she could draw out all of his secrets, and that just wasnât going to happen.
Still, he thought he just might die if he didnât get a taste of that creamy flesh spilling out over the top of her corset.
âYes,â Mistress S replied, her face calm, though those grayeyes of hers reflected more than a hint of the turmoil that he was feeling himself. âI am.â
Then the woman did something Logan never could have seen coming.
She turned on her slender stiletto heel and walked away.
CHAPTER THREE
S carlett kept her steps slow and deliberate as she left him, though her heart was pounding in a wicked rhythm against her rib cageâa rhythm born of excitement and anticipation.
What the fuck was that?
Forcing herself not to look back, Scarlett crossed the room, her goal a table that was far enough away that it was clearly a dismissal and yet would give her an unobstructed view.
Logan.
The name suited him, suited the shadow of a beard that covered his jawline, the attractive smirk that curled his lips, the challenge in his eyes.
She wanted another look at him.
But she would just have to wait. She was the one in control.
Hoping she was projecting outward calm, no matter how much anticipation was roiling inside her, Scarlett pulled out the tall chair, lifted herself onto it, feeling the stretch in the muscles that had once propelled her across a stage. Slowly, she crossed one leg over the other, a deliberate tease, knowing the fact that she hadnât yet looked back at him told him she didnât care one way or another what he did.
But she did. Oh, she really, really did. And so she finally let herself look across the room, back to where she had left him.
She hadnât given him leave to move. If he felt even half ofwhat she did, he wouldnât have. It was disconcerting how much she wanted him to still be there.
Deliberately torturing herself, she let her eyes skim the mosaic-tiled floors. And then there he was.
He was still in place, though he had risen to his feet, staring after her. As their gaze met, Scarlett felt something tangible pulse in the air between them.
Slowly, expression wary, he dropped back down to his knees as she watched. He even went so far as to lace his hands behind his head, which told her that he was far from new to BDSM.
But he didnât drop his eyes, instead leaving his stare fixated on her. Still, triumph washed over her, and Scarlett had to try very hard not to grin.
âThatâs my boy.â Allowing the smallest of smiles to curve over her lips, Scarlett turned in her chair and gestured toward Rani, one of the serving subs, for a fresh glass of wine.
She didnât want it, not really, but she needed a distraction, something to occupy herself with while she, too, sat through the excruciating wait that she was setting for them both.
She wanted to fist her hand in that gorgeous golden hair, wanted to bite the taut cord in his neck and feast on his lips.
But submission didnât come easily for this sub, no matter how he liked his sex. He needed his defenses broken down. And though it was a lengthy process, she would do it.
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