Free Too Much: A Loveswept Contemporary Erotic Romance (All or Nothing) by Lea Griffith

want tonight.”
    “You.”
    He smacked her ass with the palm of his hand and then rubbed the sting. “You what?”
    He’d taken her breath with the tap. His hand disappeared too quickly. She wanted to beg for more. “You,
Sir.
”
    “
Goddamn
how long I’ve wanted to hear that from those gorgeous lips. I’ve jacked off many nights the last three years remembering how you sound when you call me Sir. Tell me, little sub, have you gotten yourself off these past years? And if you lie to me, I will know.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    He walked around her. Her body was so attuned to his movements, she heard the material of his pants shushing together and the pads of his fingers rubbing over each other. Anticipation sang in the air between them. Everything in Daly strained toward him.
    It was the sweetest torture.
    “Tell. Me.”
    Oh, she knew what he wanted and she wanted to give it to him. But she couldn’t. Not yet. “What, Sir?”
    Another slap on the flesh of her bottom. Another teasing rub to ease the sting of the sudden spanking. “Tell me how you got yourself off.”
    “You must earn that, Sir,” she whispered, and closed her eyes against the flood of her tears.
    “Look at me.” His voice was guttural and dark.
    She did as he demanded. His blue-gray eyes were stormy and she lost herself in his gaze.
    “I must earn what?” Agony coated his words. It cut her deeply.
    She kept her gaze on his, unwilling to lose this skirmish in their burgeoning war. “Those parts of me,” Daly answered.
    His thumb stroked over her face, capturing a tear. He brought it to his mouth and licked it off. “Fair enough. Because when I earn those pieces, it means I will have all of you.”
    Her soul went into free fall.

Chapter 8
    Her eyes had gone liquid at his words. How this woman responded to him took his heart and rearranged it in his chest. Copeland’s body clamored at him to take her to the ground and simply fuck her, get it out of his system.
    He knew it was impossible. He needed her submission and she needed his dominance. Different sides of the same coin, they were incomplete without each other. He recognized it and wondered if that feeling of being less than whole had brought her back to him.
    It was true. He would earn those pieces back and claim every portion of Daly. She would be his, and it began tonight.
    “I’m going to turn the mics on, Daly. Do you understand me?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    Copeland walked to the wall and flipped the switch that allowed the occupants of the club above them to hear everything that went on. A dungeon monitor upstairs would make sure the music was turned down. He’d hazed the glass between the dungeon and the club above—he didn’t know if he could handle others seeing her. But she didn’t know that. She’d think she was in full view. He remembered his sub had been turned on at the thought of having an audience. They’d never engaged in public play before and he didn’t think she was ready for others to actually watch them. But the thought was enough to push her. Should she ever be ready for that, he would know she’d given him all that she was. This would be a small step; the people in the club would only be able to hear them, while Copeland and Daly would begin new in all ways tonight.
    “You wore red. It’s beautiful against your skin. Take off the bra … now,” he commanded.
    She moved slowly and he was sure it was to tempt him. That was the thing about Daly: she was naturally seductive. Slim waist, pert breasts, flaring hips. Her bone structure was fine. She was … 
breakable.
It was such a turn-on that she gave herself over into his care every time. His strength against her frailty never failed to make him crazy.
    Her creamy skin glowed in the low lighting of the room. As she removed the bra her movements were poetry, and his cock flexed behind his pants.
Soon
, he promised himself. Soon he’d bury his length inside her and give them both what they wanted. But first he