“Perfect for what I’m going to do to you,” he threatened as he stepped toward her, eyes blazing. “Sometimes I like it rough, Sarah. I think you want that, too, or you wouldn’t have asked for it.”
“I do,” she breathed softly, her * clenching with need. She wanted this man’s hands all over her, and she wanted his intensity right now. “But you’ll have to catch me first,” she called over her shoulder as she sprinted to the kitchen. After exiting through the sliding glass doors, she headed for their one safe area, a place Dante had allowed them to go: the dock on the small private beach behind his house. It was long and narrow until it fanned out at the very end with a sitting area. Dante could see anyone approaching, so they’d started sitting outside at the end of the dock when she needed some fresh air. Sarah sprinted across the short expanse of sand, her feet hitting the wooden dock at a mad dash. She ran full speed until she reached the end of the dock, panting.
Dante was right behind her, his long legs eating up the distance down the dock. He stopped before he reached her. “You shouldn’t have run outside like that. Nowhere to go. What are you going to do now? You can’t get past me, and I don’t think you’re planning to jump into the water.”
Sarah’s heart was racing, her * flooding as she watched Dante stalk her. “I can swim,” she informed him, stepping closer to the edge of a dock she had no intention of using to leap into the ocean. The dress she was wearing had been one of Emily’s picks and probably was quite pricey, and really, she had no desire to run very far from Dante. There was no way she was swinging her leg over the waist-high slatted fence around the end of the dock and plunging into the Atlantic Ocean.
Dante prowled closer, removing his suit jacket as he moved slowly forward, and then started unknotting his tie. “You aren’t jumping.”
He knew her all too well, but Sarah stepped closer to the edge, so close that her ass bumped into the wooden railing. Grasping on to it, she said confidently, “I might.” Not!
“Take the dress off, Sarah,” Dante demanded sternly. “Now.” He hit the switch on the tiny lamp at the end of the dock, flooding it with dim light. He pulled the gun out from the small of his back and set it carefully on the wooden dock in an area that wouldn’t get wet, within reach but out of the way.
Her nipples hardened at the sound of his harsh order, but she wasn’t ready to give up yet. “Make me,” she challenged him, sending him a defiant look.
His expression turned stormy as he lunged forward and trapped her body between the railing and his muscular form. He grasped both sides of the halter and jerked, the dress splitting completely down the front. “I just did.” He pulled roughly at the halter tie, making the bow come lose and the garment slide from her body to the dock floor. “I can make you do anything I want right now,” he informed her gutturally, pulling the pins from her hair and letting the curls fall to her shoulders.
Sarah hardly noticed the dress. She was too busy being mesmerized by his unyielding gaze. Her body quaked as she suddenly felt her wrists being restrained. She glanced down and saw he’d used his tie to wrap both of her wrists together, the ends of the tie flapping in the light breeze. Tugging against the restraint, she found herself bound tightly enough so she couldn’t separate her wrists. “Can you?” she asked in a sultry, low voice that she couldn’t control.
Dante slowly dropped the zipper on his pants and let them fall, stepping out of them to leave him only in a pair of black silk boxers. “I want you to get down on your hands and knees on the blanket, and I want you to do it willingly.”
There was a blanket spread out in the corner of the dock, one that they always left there to sit on as they felt the spray of the waves on their faces and the light, cooling breeze of the ocean through the open slats of the fencing.
Sarah hesitated, but somehow she knew he wanted her to do this without him forcing her into it. He wanted to know if she wanted to continue to play or stop. “Punishment time?” she asked, her nipples hardening to painful peaks.
“Pleasure time,” he answered gruffly.
With her hands still tied, she walked to the blanket and went down to her knees, excitement making every nerve ending in her body come alive. “What now?” In her heightened state of arousal, she was ready to give him anything, everything.
Dante lowered himself onto the blanket beside her and demanded, “Bend over.” He made a pad for her elbows by wadding the blanket up to protect her skin.
Sarah went down with Dante guiding her. She squirmed, her body more than ready for him. The anticipation was nearly killing her.
“Spread your legs,” he insisted hoarsely.