Free Follow (Social Media #1) by J.A. Huss Page B

time you stay still, my palm will soften and slide between your legs, pushing apart the lovely folds of your pussy, and I will pleasure you. Do you understand me? This is how the game is played. If you obey, if you please me, if you submit —then I will give you whatever your shuddering body requires to release. I’ll give you a reason to scream in pleasure. I’ll make that sore bottom of yours so worth it, you’ll be begging me to come back and do it again. And if you’re especially good, Grace, I will fuck you hard afterward.”
    I gulp some air and then look over my shoulder. He’s standing near the concrete pathway, leaning up against a close concession stand, looking as free and content and in control as any person I’ve ever seen.
    And why not? Why shouldn’t he feel that way? He’s beyond rich, he’s beyond beautiful, he’s beyond talented, and he’s so far beyond sexy, I’m powerless to resist his offer and he knows it.
    “Say yes,” he commands. “You want to say yes, so just say yes.”
    He’s so right about that. I do want to say yes. In fact, I’m a yes girl. I hate telling people no. I really do. But for some reason, this one person who I want to say yes to more than anything else in my entire life has reawakened the no girl inside of me and I’m having difficulty understanding why.
    “Say yes right now or I walk away and you never see me again. Because I require your commitment tonight or I’ll just find someone else.”
    “I want you,” I say breathlessly, my heart pounding in my chest. God, that was the total wrong move. What the hell am I doing?
    “Of course you do.”
    “I want you, but I’m not signing that paper tonight. I need to think about it. I need to be sure.”
    “Grace, you have one more day left here on Saint Thomas and then you’re gone. So you’re wasting time.”
    “Wait, you said you’d punish me when I was ready, implying we had lots of time to figure this out and now you’re in a rush?”
    “Yes,” he says matter-of-factly. “I’m in a rush because I want to fuck you, woman. I want to fuck you bad. I’m dying right now because I’m all the way over here and you’re all the way over there, and all I want to be doing is fucking you. But instead I’m having this stupid conversation, convincing you, of all things, to let me pleasure you back if you pleasure me. But if you work out and you meet my needs, I might see you again. Some other place, some other time.”
    “Then no.” I hang up the phone. Oh my God! I did it again! Where the hell are all these no’s coming from?
    My phone buzzes in my hand but I ignore it.
    A few minutes later I feel him walk up behind me. “May I join you on the beach?”
    “It’s a free beach. Or is this one your personal property too? Am I just a beach to you? Something you own and enjoy at your leisure?”
    “I don’t own you, Grace. Not yet. So I’m asking if I can join you so we can sort this out. And that’s one more spanking.”
    “We’re never going to get to the spankings, Asher. You just admitted to it, so stop.”
    He chuckles. “That’s it, isn’t it? You want the spankings and you’re afraid I’m not going to make good on my threats.”
    Pfft. “You wish.”
    He kneels down and then sits. “Grace?” I look over to him, annoyed, and as soon as I look him in the eyes, he grabs my arm and pulls me to his lap, forcing me to lie across his knees. “Would you like a taste and a promise?”
    My heart is pounding in my chest. He pulls my dress up over my ass, leaving my ridiculous underwear exposed.
    “Panties on or bare ass for your sample?”
    OMG. I bite my lip.
    “Answer me, dammit.”
    “Bare, please,” I squeak out.
    “Bare, please, what?” he asks, prodding for the word master .
    I’m not in the mood to submit that far. But I will meet him halfway since he’s giving me a free sample. I almost snicker at that. “Bare, please, Mr. Asher.”
    He huffs out an almost inaudible laugh and I know