Free Sacrifice by Lora Leigh Page A

him,
inadequate in the face of the experience she was beginning to suspect he had.
    She had merely played at The Club.
A visit every three months, a quick tumble across whatever table was handy and
off she would go. There had been no emotional attachment, no sentiment. And she
hadn’t wanted any, couldn’t afford any.
    But she was learning that Jared
intended to play the game by a whole other set of rules. The truly frightening
part was the fact that rather than feeling intimidated or threatened by the
intimacies he had warned her were coming, she was instead, excited, nervous,
balanced on a laser point of uncertainty and exhilaration that should have been
terrifying.
    As she stepped from the shower
later that evening and toweled off slowly, Kimberly admitted she was in deep
trouble where Jared was concerned. But she had known for months now that he
represented a danger to the goals she had kept firmly in mind for the past six
years.
    She had only five years left to go.
Remain a virgin for five more years and she would win. She would do what no
other woman in her mother’s family had been able to in five generations. She
would laugh in the face of the edicts that had governed her life since
adulthood and in her father’s face in particular.
    Five more years.
    She sighed deeply as she smoothed
lotion over her body, paying particular attention to the waxed folds of her
cunt and her firm breasts. Her nipples were peaked and hard, her flesh
sensitized as she remembered Jared’s touch.
    A small smile tipped her lips as
she shook her head, drawing her hands firmly away from her body and picking up
the blow dryer. The unruly mass of long, red gold curls took forever to dry.
But she loved the sensuous feeling of it as it slid over her bare back and
curled around her shoulders. She felt feminine, desirable. And when Jared’s
fingers threaded through it, flexing and tugging at the long strands, sending
shards of pleasure and intense sensuality erupting along her nerve endings like
wildfire, it increased the wanton sensations.
    He was a creature of sexuality, of
pleasure. A grin tugged her lips at the thought. Jared would understand why it
felt good to lay naked in the sun, or to swim nude in the ocean. He might not
do it, man that he was, but he would understand her need to do it.
    A frown tipped her brow at that
thought. Why should she care if he understood? He wouldn’t be a part of her
life; she couldn’t allow him to be a part of her life. Five years could be an
eternity if she let her emotions for Jared get out of hand. Or it could slide
by without a ripple if she kept her heart free.
    She had a feeling though, her heart
was already involved.
    She flipped off the dryer and laid
it carefully on the sink as she closed her eyes, drawing in deep, controlled
breaths. Just the thought of him made her more aware of her own body and the
satisfaction she was denying it.
    She had accepted years ago that she
would be tormented by the same desires that her father claimed were demons
inside her mother. An intense sexuality, a need to be touched, a need to feel
more than just a tame caress from her lover.
    She wanted to be spanked. She loved
having her ass opened, feeling a cock boring deep inside that forbidden
entrance. Having her nipples roughened, her hands restrained. And the thought
of experiencing those acts with Jared sent moisture weeping desperately from
her vagina.
    “Now there’s a look that could
bring a grown man to his knees.”
    Kimberly breathed in roughly as she
jerked around, staring back at Jared as her blood began to race through her
veins, her heart pounding in double-time to the throb in her clit.
    “You don’t believe in knocking?”
she asked him, wondering at the husky pitch of her own voice.
    He leaned against the doorframe,
crossing his arms over his chest, and watched her intently as she pulled the
blue silk robe from the hook beside the sink and shrugged into it.
    “It’s my house,” he excused