Free THE PLEASURE OF HIS PUNISHMENT : THE COMPLETE COLLECTION (10 EROTIC SEX STORIES OF SEXUAL SUBMISSION) by J. S. Scott

is difficult. At least let me give you a tour of the playroom."  His voice was tranquil, but his eyes were demanding as he took her hand to pull her up beside him.     
     
    He was close.  Too close.  She could feel his warm breath on her neck as
    as his arm came along her back to guide her. 
     
    Everything felt surreal to her right now.  She pulled away slightly and he reached out to clasp her hand firmly.  He pulled her along behind him as he exited the den, moving in the opposite direction of the door she had entered.   
     
    Her heart was slamming against her chest, a sure sign that she should be running like hell in the other direction.  Still, she followed him.  "Ryan...I really should be going."   
     
    He ignored her until her they came to a closed door not far from the den.  "Open the door, Hannah."  He requested softly, but with insistence.   
     
    She knew opening the door meant much more than the actual action.  It was symbolic.  It would open a door that could change her life forever.  She knew it.  He knew it.  That was why he was insisting she open the door willing. 
     
    Her hand shook as she place it on the doorknob.  It was as though she was being compelled to see what lie within. 
     
    You've waited all these years, Hannah.  At least look at the room.
     
    She grasped the knob tightly and pushed.  The room looked like every one of her darkest fantasies. 
     
    She stopped just inside the door and gaped.  Mike had every piece of high grade equipment a dungeon could ever want.  The Saint Andrews Cross was against the far wall.  It was in the figure of an X and she knew exactly what it was used for.  Bondage tables were scattered around the room and there were play areas on plush rugs for floor equipment that had cushy wedges with bindings and various other equipment.  There were also several spanking tables and chains that were suspended from the ceiling.  There were several cages isolated in the corners.  
     
    Hannah shivered as she noticed several chairs with restraints attached to the legs and sides of those chairs.
     
    Run, Hannah, Run.
     
    She wanted to, but Ryan was behind her, his arm circling her waist.  "Welcome to the adult playground.  Anything you want can be yours.  You just have to admit that you want it."  His mouth was against her ear, his words incredibly tempting and seductive. 
     
    "I can't."  Her breath was coming in shallow, rapid spurts.  The words were almost inaudible... but he heard her. 
     
    "You can, Hannah.  I can fulfill your every fantasy.  Don't run away from it.  Move toward it.  You'll never be completely fulfilled without it.  You already know that.  You're hiding."  One hand was pulling her against him, while the other lightly traced her collarbone. 
     
    She tried to twist away from him, but he had a firm grip on her waist.  It would be so easy to lean back against him, give in to his persuasion. 
     
    "Having those urges isn't right.  I can't act on them."  She struggled with him, trying to get away from his insistent hold.   It would be so easy to lean back and let him take her away.  She had wanted it for so long.  She had also wanted Ryan Brenner.  Had it been any other man she would have already been gone.  But it was Ryan...and she was so very tempted. 
     
    "It's not wrong to fulfill your needs, Hannah.  Just let go."  His voice was low and husky as he slowly and deliberately opened several buttons at the top of her damp blouse.  His fingers circled lazily over the tops of her breasts. 
     
    My God, she was practically panting already.  She squirmed, trying to break his hold, but his arm was like a iron band around her waist.  She shook her head in denial.  "No.  I can't."
     
    "Can't?  Or won't?,"  he questioned quietly as his fingers delved beneath the dainty lace of her bra and brushed her nipple. 
     
    She could feel his warm breath and the wet tip of his tongue tracing her