Free BegMe by Scarlett Sanderson Page A

not to. The guy was buff, with a capital B. She’d
known from the first moment she laid eyes on him in the club he was ripped, but
this was something she’d been unprepared for.
    His torso was chiseled, dusted lightly with crisp, dark
hair. Spreading halfway down his arm, across his left shoulder and onto his
chest, curled a dragon tattoo. The dragon looked vicious, with snarling teeth.
The colors were amazing. It showcased his torso to perfection. She wanted to
trace the contours with her tongue.
    Oh yeah, if she got the chance, she had plans for the
tattoo.
    “Like what you see, slave?” He didn’t wait for an answer.
“Good. I love that look on your face. I’m glad you find me attractive. It makes
my cock so fucking hard. You can’t wait to get your hands on me, can you?
Greedy little Tessa.”
    Finding him attractive was the understatement of the year.
Tessa was mesmerized by him. He was hypnotic. She shivered. His eyes promised
untold amounts of pleasure.
    He gripped her ankle. She expected him to caress her calf
like he’d done earlier. Instead he ran his fingertips over one of her heels,
fingering the lines of the instep, down to the pointed end of her toes then
back up, across and down the heel to the very tip of the stiletto.
    “I should punish you for disobeying my command. You’d like
me to punish you, wouldn’t you, Tessa?” He flicked off her heel and ran a
fingertip quickly across the sole of her foot.
    Tessa groaned and curled her toes. Even one small flick of
his fingers electrified her.
    “How do you want me to punish you, slave?” Jared wrapped his
hand around her ankle and slowly, softly ran it up her calf, to her knee and
beyond. Up to her thigh.
    She held her breath, waiting, praying for him to move
higher, to the ache in her pussy.
    Wicked mischief danced in his green eyes. Standing before
her, he looked like the devil incarnate. “You think a good fuck is in order?
Think you could handle that punishment?” He fingered the edge of her thong.
    “Yesssss.”
    Her body burned for his. He spoke of punishment but his slow
ministrations were pure torture to her overly aroused body.
    “No, I think we’ll leave that for another time.”
    He moved his hand, leaving the ache and moving higher,
higher, toward her breasts. She watched him shift positions. He spread his legs
and leaned over her. Deftly, he started to unhook the eye clasps of her corset.
    She sucked in a breath as he bared her breasts to the cool
air. Already aching and distended, her nipples beaded to the point of pain. His
eyes glistened, his tongue snaked out to touch the tip to his upper lip.
    Swooping down like a vulture after a meal, he latched onto
one of her breasts. Taking the tender flesh into his warm, waiting mouth, Jared
suckled. She felt the suction right down to her toes.
    She curled her fingers into fists and willed herself not to
break the bonds. What she really wanted to do was grip his luscious dark hair
and drag his mouth to hers. But this was a lesson in submission. She’d chosen
to be here, in this position, at his mercy.
    It turned her on like crazy, knowing she was truly at his
mercy. Her body was his to command.
    Tracing an intricate pattern, his tongue swirled around and
around her areola. At the same time, his hand roughly manipulated her other
breast. When he pulled back, he clasped the tight bud between his teeth and
tugged.
    The stab of pain was bittersweet. No one had dared be so
rough, yet she enjoyed it. More than enjoyed it. Her pussy answered with a flow
of cream. He let the flesh go with a popping sound and it bounced back into
place.
    “Oh my god!” Her nipple throbbed. It felt exquisite.
    He laved the same attention on her other breast, and Tessa
gave herself over to sensation as his warm, wet tongue rasped across her heated
skin. Whatever he wished, she’d give. It was unlike anything she’d ever
experienced. Exciting, stimulating. Her body pulsed, became a quivering mass.
He could do