Free Beg Me by Shiloh Walker Page B

toward the woman wearing a white T with a sash
announcing I’m the
Bride !
    Tania blushed furiously. Then, shifting her
body, she reached for his free hand and guided it inside her coat.
“You can still think about it,” she whispered, watching as his eyes
widened, then narrowed.
    He palmed her breast, squeezing her nipple
hard just the way she liked, watching as she gasped. Against her
ear, he muttered, “Evil little bitch…”
    She laughed.
    As he pulled his hand back, they looked at
the display in front. “What do you like?” he asked.
    She wrinkled her nose. She didn’t like
shopping for this sort of thing with an audience, that was for
sure. But she saw the brand of pocket rocket she’d always enjoyed
and she pulled it down. He took it from her. “Anything else?”
    She blushed. “What exactly am I looking
for?”
    “ What you like,” he said
patiently.
    Tania shrugged. “Why don’t you surprise
me?”
    “ You should be careful saying that in
a place like this.” He grinned at her. Reaching out, he tapped one
phallus-shaped object that was eighteen inches. “That sucker would
surprise anybody, I bet.”
    “ Yeah, anybody that isn’t a horse. And
eeewww…no thanks.”
    He reached for another one, a more
realistic, narrow six-and-half-inch plug with a flared base. She
cocked a brow at him as he tucked it under his arm. He smiled and
leaned in, murmured, “I told you I’ve been thinking about fucking
your ass. It’s been a while for you. It seems that we might want to
work up to it. That’s what we’re doing tonight.”
    Her knees went weak. Her belly clenched. She
swallowed and looked up at him. Drake brushed her hair back from
her face, tipped her chin back with his index finger. “You on board
with that?”
    “ With you? Oh, yeah.” She laughed
shakily. “With you, I’m on board for just about
anything.”
    He kissed her gently and she sighed as her
heart turned over in her chest. He could make her feel like he’d
just laid roses at her feet, and here she was in the middle of a
sex shop. As he pulled away, she hummed under her breath and licked
her lips. Spying the lubricant she’d always preferred, she grabbed
it. Then she paused as she saw something else.
    The restraints were simple, the sort that
hooked together rather than locked. Black, basic. The woman wearing
them had the typical porn-star look on her face. Tania ignored
that, focusing on the restraints. With a shaking hand, she reached
out and grabbed them blindly. Whether she was up to using them yet
or not, she didn’t know.
    But her mind wasn’t shutting down in black,
blind terror, either.
    So it was an improvement.
    “ Tawny?”
    She gave him what was probably an
overbright, desperate grin. “Let’s go,” she said, grabbing his arm
and all but dragging him out of there.
     
     
    T ania groaned
as she looked up from her bent position.
    Drake’s dresser was placed directly across
from his bed, and from here, she could see herself. Still wearing
her red leather coat, still neatly tied at her waist. Drake stood
behind her, his hands on her hips, his eyes narrowed and intent on
her face.
    “ You like to watch?” he
asked.
    She licked her lips, unable to look away.
Yes. She did. But she didn’t answer.
    And when he reached down, fisted his
hand in her hair and used it to pull her upright, it made her
insides clench—that was exactly why she didn’t answer. She loved it when he did that. And
judging by the faint way his mouth quirked up in a smile before he
stopped, he knew it too. He knew how damn hot that made
her.
    “ Look at yourself,” Drake snarled in
her ear, his voice low and harsh, just this side of cruel. He
jerked at the tie on her coat, tore it open. His stubbled cheek
scraped against hers as he muttered, “See? You see yourself? Hot,
dirty little bitch. Damn it, it makes my dick hurt just to look at
you.”
    She could feel him, feel how hard he
was. And the look in his eyes—it wasn’t just lust. It was