Free Lucia Jordan's Four Series Collection: Chosen, Whipped, Lick, Risk by Lucia Jordan

wanted, he stowed the bag and headed toward the bow of the boat. He paused in the doorway and just drank in the sight of his new sub.
    She lay on the bed, rather stiff and unsure, instead of stretched out erotically like the subs he used at the club. The reminder that she was new, untrained, and yeah, unsure, tugged at something deep inside him.
    He was a responsible Dom, and knowing he was initiating her into an unknown world weighed as heavily on him as it excited him. He planned to train her to do and be precisely what he wanted. Her firm tits, with twin caps the color of a rosy dawn, drew his gaze. The cooler ocean air kept them beaded. Catching her restless leg movement, the slight tensing of her muscles, he smiled inwardly. She was already turned on and ready.
    “Very nice.” He tugged his shirt over his head, pleased with the way her gaze swept over him. He unsnapped his shorts, then paused. “Show me your pussy.”
    She bit her lower lip but spread her legs wide. Desire slammed into his balls but he shook his head. “You can do better, pet. I want to see you wide open, and see those pretty, pink pussy lips.” He slid his zipper down as he watched her raise her knees, then let them flutter to the side.
    His cock jumped at the sight of her weeping pussy. “Very good.” He stepped out of his shorts and, from the closet, took out a foam wedge. “Lift up, pet.” He slid the wedge beneath her, appreciating the lift and thrust of her pussy. He ran his hands down her inner thighs, forming a vee with his hands as he framed her sex.
    His thumbs brushed over her slit as he pulled her lips open. The sight of her inner lips and swollen clit was more than he could resist. He lowered his head and gave in to the need to taste her and feel that silky flesh against his tongue.
    She moaned and thrust her hips up, silently begging him to take her clit into his mouth. He smiled. “Anticipation, pet.” He stood and pulled two sets of cuffs from the drawer, glad he’d taken the time last night to place what he anticipated needing aboard. He held out a hand.
    Her eyes went huge. “I’m not into bondage, Gio! I mean, Sir.”
    “Your next lesson is learning to give up all control and learning to trust.” He kept his hand outstretched, his gaze on hers.
    Taryn felt the spit in her mouth dry to dust. She’d been relived he wasn’t into SM stuff but hadn’t even thought about bondage. She didn’t like the idea of giving up complete control, of being unable to stop Gio from doing something she didn’t like. Although, so far, he’d more than pleased her and thrilled her and she wanted more, lots more.
    “I thought you said this lesson was going to be denial and anticipation.” The thought of him driving her to the edge over and over before letting her come had her wet and aching inside.
    “It is. There are many lessons to be taught and learned, Miss Jones.” His eyes remained steady, his expression hard and unrelenting.
    Her heart pounded and she crossed her arms across her breasts. “Gio, I’m afraid of this.” She hated that her voice shook. It was one thing to be told what to do while having sex, the best sex ever, but being cuffed and helpless?
    Gio set the cuffs down and sat on the bed, leaning over her. He took each of her hands gently, uncrossed her arms, and pinned them on either side of her head. “Have I given you any reason to be afraid, Karyn? Any reason to fear me or not trust me?”
    She shook her head. “No.” Her voice trembled.
    “Then why are you afraid now?”
    Seeing his genuine concern, his caring, made her feel silly. “I don’t want to be helpless,” she said, chewing on her lower lip. “Powerless. What if I don’t like what you do? I won’t be able to stop you.” Not that he’d done anything to that point to make her want to stop him. Even with uncertainty and fear swamping her mind, she throbbed between her wide, spread legs.
    He leaned down and kissed her gently then lifted his head.