Surrender to Temptation Part II: Tempted to Rebel Read Online Free Page B

me like a hug, my ever-present insecurities reared their ugly heads.
    Why was I not good enough?
    “You don’t fully understand what I’m saying.” He looked as if he were daring me to run, the corners of his lips curling up with a hint of mockery. “I don’t care for vanilla sex.”
    Though I was taken aback by his words, I arched an eyebrow at his proclamation, trying to steady the rapid tattoo of my heart. I was feeling all kinds of things, some of which I didn’t have names for, but I wasn’t going to let him pull my strings as if I were his puppet.
    I was through with going along with what others wanted, simply to keep the peace. I wanted—I craved—the ability to make a statement, to carve out my existence, just like the rocks outside had been worn smooth by the constant crash of the waves against them.
    “You enjoyed vanilla sex just fine fifteen minutes ago.” If the atmosphere in the room hadn’t been so heated, I would have laughed as Zach’s mouth dropped open, just the slightest bit, at my words.
    I was quite certain that the other women he had brought into his life didn’t make a habit of challenging him.
    “Vanilla sex doesn’t fulfill my need for control.” Nerves skittered over my skin, and at the same time arousal wound its way through me in a sensual dance. “If you knew what I wanted to do to you, you would run screaming into the night.”
    “Show me.” My tongue moved independently of the rest of me, and I spoke before I could think. “Show me what you want.”
    I held my breath, staring at Zach defiantly. I watched as he changed before my eyes. He seemed to become even larger in stature, more rigid and unyielding. His face was dark with lust, but also held a hint of cruelty.
    The tiny part of my brain that was still capable of rational thought told me to run.
    It was overruled by the rest of me, which found the dangerous man in front of me both exciting and arousing.
    “You do not give me orders.” Even his voice had changed, layered now with unyielding steel.
    I inhaled sharply, wondering if I dared to reply. The hand holding my now-empty glass of cognac trembled, and I licked my lips.
    “Then give me one.” Tension was so thick in the room I could practically taste it, but it was a tension that was hot and sweet and seductive. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
    I wanted to do whatever he told me to do. I couldn’t have said why, but I recognized it all the same.
    Zach regarded me for a long moment, and under his stare I felt naked. Finally he nodded, and I was relieved, as if I had passed a test of some sort.
    “At the end of this hall is a bedroom.” Zach gestured with the hand not holding his glass, back toward the hallway from which we had entered this room. As he spoke, his eyes never left my own.
    “Go into that bedroom. Comb your hair with the brush that you will find on the dresser, and then tie it back in a ponytail.” My fingers strayed to the tangles of my hair, the ones that had come loose during our tryst in the garage. “When your hair is tidy, remove all of your clothing, except for your panties.”
    My nipples contracted to hard, tight points that rubbed against the fabric of my bra. My breath began to come faster. I knew I should rebel at the orders that he was throwing at me, but instead I found myself growing wet, soaking the thin cotton of my panties all over again.
    “I will come to you in precisely ten minutes. When I enter that room, you will be kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed.” I nearly moaned—how was he making something that should have been unbearably bossy sound so delicious?
    I wasn’t given time to speak.
    “Do not disappoint me.”
    ***
    Never before had ten minutes seemed to pass so slowly.
    As I had been ordered, I had combed my hair, then pulled it back in the sleek ponytail that I wore most days. With trembling fingers I had unbuttoned my blouse, then unzipped my skirt.
    Now I sat on my heels on the floor, naked but