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

had to find peace within her submission. Then he could take what her body offered.
    He took the bra from her and lifted it to his nose. Her smell lingered on the lace fabricand he groaned. “So fucking sweet.”
    He tossed the bra to the side and stared down at her for a long moment. Her chest was flushed and her nipples were hard. The tiny ring piercings were gorgeous against the berry-red color of her areolas. Her head was once again bowed, but her chest rose and fell harshly.
    “Stand,” he ordered.
    She did as he bade and once she stood, he walked around her again. Pride suffused him as he noticed the red marks on her ass from his palm.
His
marks.
His
ass.
    “Step out of the heels first, Daly.”
    She stepped out of the sky-high heels and her toes curled. Copeland wanted to rub them for her. Later.
    “Now the panties.”
    She took off the thong underwear and he picked it up, putting it in his pocket.
    He took a deep, shuddering breath. It was his turn for the rules of their play. “You’ve given yourself to me. You trust that I know what you need. All you give to me I will hold close and care for in all ways. You are mine to do with whatever I want.” A minute passed. “You. Are. Mine.”
    Her gaze shot up to meet his. He allowed it because he needed that look in her eyes to ground him. Desire and something he dare not name because she wouldn’t willingly give him that again. He’d have to pull it from her.
    A mere breath separated them. Every one of her harsh exhalations brought her nipples close to his chest.
    “If you want what I’m offering you, you’ll get your ass on that cross and wait for me.”
    His heart stood still. She stepped around him and walked to the Saint Andrew’s cross that sat in the middle of the room. Slowly she placed her hands on the lowest handholes at the top of the X-shaped cross and waited, head bowed, body trembling.
    The breath that had locked in his chest released. Relief made him weak. Then a very potent flare of control had him glancing toward the glass ceiling. He could feel the electricity dancing in the room. The knowledge that those above could hear them, see their shapes moving beneath the hazed glass, enhanced everything running in his veins.
    He gathered his red-colored hemp rope from the chest in the corner and walked to stand behind her.
    “I picked red because it reminds me that soon your skin will be marked to match the color of this rope.” He reached around her head and held the rope to her lips. “Raise your head, sub, and show me you accept my bonds.”
    He held his breath, and the anticipation that danced along her skin sank into his pores. His cock was harder than it had ever been.
    She raised her head slowly and kissed the rope he held in front of her. Relief made him weak. “Thank you,” he whispered before placing a kiss at the juncture of her neck and shoulder.
    He bit her lightly and then licked it. She hissed and moved sinuously against him.
So fucking sexy
, he thought. So
his
. He growled, and she stopped immediately.
    He stepped around her. “Close your eyes,” he ordered as he uncoiled the rope.
    It was soft and wouldn’t leave rope burn against her lovely skin. The only marks he wanted on her tonight were the ones from his mouth and flogger. Rope play could be engaged in another time. Tonight, he intended to push them both.
    She did as he’d commanded and he began winding the rope around her right wrist, looping it through the handhold and then down her arm and back through again. “Pull against the rope, sub.” She did, and he was pleased that his knots stayed secure. He’d tied no one since Daly. No one had pulled that level of dominance from him.
    He repeated the process with her other wrist. She was now bound to his cross, back presented to him, head bowed in supplication. Gooseflesh dotted her skin and he ran a hand down the curve of her back, across the top of her delicious ass, and around her front to grab one of her nipple