Dare to Submit Synopsis: Release: Sept 8
Decklan Dare knows about the
unexpected loss of loved ones and for this reason, he values control in all
areas of his life. Amanda Collins enjoys the freedom she finds in casual
encounters without the emotional connection a relationship brings. They meet and
their physical attraction is mutual but both experience feelings that could run
deeper – if they drop their guard and let each other in. Decklan is first to
trust, but when he discovers the secret Amanda’s been hiding, will he forgive?
Or will he rebuild every wall before she has a chance to explain?
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# 1
He put his phone back in his
pocket just as Max arrived, settling into his usual seat. “I have to say, for a
man who insists he’s not going to renew his membership, you’re here all the
time lately.”
Max knew exactly why Decklan
was here, so there was no point in answering.
“If she does show, at least
tell me you’ve got a plan?” Max said, pushing as usual.
“I have no fucking clue.”
“Well I hope you get one.”
Max slapped him on the back. “I see Emmy giving me the eye. I’m going to go
remind her who’s the Dom,” he said. “You ought to find a sub and do the same.”
“Have fun,” Decklan said,
ignoring the suggestion. He wasn’t in the mood. Hadn’t been for a long time,
but especially since that night. Since Amanda.
He glanced around the room,
familiar with all the spaces and places in the club. The St Andrews cross on
the wall was occupied, a dark haired female getting pleasure from absorbing
pain. His gaze slid onward. A group of men sitting and talking, their subs at
their feet. A quick look confirmed she wasn’t one of them. His emotions were
already frayed tonight and if he found her with someone else, he couldn’t
promise himself he’d keep a handle on his temper.
He ordered a Glen Livet on
the rocks and tried to put his night with her in perspective. Chemistry. They’d
had that in spades. But there was something more to her. A strength combined
with a vulnerability he didn’t see often. They’d clicked in bed and out. He’d
had fun with her, a word he never associated with sex. And most importantly,
the thing that unnerved him the most, she tempted him to want her touch. To free her from the restraints
so he could feel her soft hands on his cock, her nails at his back, and her
arms wrapped securely around him.
Shit. He shouldn’t be here.
Didn’t need that kind of intensity and seriousness in his life.
She wasn’t here again,
something he took as a sign. Definitely time to go.
He stood, pushed back his
chair, turned and saw Amanda paused at the threshold to the main room. His
breath left on a whoosh of air, the unexpected sight of her when he’d all but
given up, a shock to his system.
Over the last few weeks, he
wondered if he’d over exaggerated the memory of her affect on him. No such
luck.
Her head bowed, hands clasped
together, she was clearly working up the nerve to enter. And every muscle in
his body tightened at the sight.
She finally lifted her gaze
and glanced around the room, her stare lingering on various places and people,
just as he’d done earlier. And then she looked towards the bar. The sounds
around him, the people, the lights, everything dimmed. There was only her.
Whatever it was, it was still
there.
He’d waited for this moment
and now that it was here? Decklan had never backed away from a challenge. He
wasn’t about to do so now.
Breathe, breathe, breathe, Amanda told herself. But the very sight of
Decklan was both a relief and sent her into panic mode at the same time. His
dark eyes slid over her and for a brief second, she feared he was going to
dismiss her. She’d unravel if he did.
Then he rose and slowly
walked across the room. All the air left her lungs. She hadn’t imagined one
thing about him or the intense physical attraction he inspired. Today he wore
the same type of outfit, black denim and a black tee-shirt that hugged his
masculine, well defined body. She had no doubt he worked out and she still
wanted to feel those hard muscles beneath her hands. If he’d let her.
He strode up, so close she
was enveloped in his delicious scent, and all her strategic female parts went
on red alert. Her nipples suddenly ached for hands, his mouth, his teeth.
“Tell me you came here for
me,” he said, not beating around the bush. At all.
# 2
With shaking hands, she
stripped off her clothes, folded them and placed them on the dresser. Cool air
conditioning embraced her naked body and she immediately
glanced down at her thighs.
A clatter sounded from the
kitchen and she jumped in surprise. The noise reminded her she didn’t have much
time. Remember Decklan wants you here.
It was the last thought that gave her the final boost of courage to climb onto
his king sized bed, ease her bare self back against the pillows and settle
in. But
not before dimming the lights.
She didn’t have to wait
long. He strode into the bedroom with a
bowl, spoons, and a bottle of chocolate syrup and a sexy gleam in his eyes that
caused her stomach to flip with excitement.
He turned his gaze on her
naked body. She knew better than to
think the lack of lighting affected his ability to see, except in her
mind. Only pride and the lessons learned
tonight had her remaining in place.
“I thought I was dessert?”
she said, eyeing the items he placed on the nightstand. She couldn’t explain
the impulse or comfort level that allowed her to tease him while she was so
exposed.
He rewarded her with a low
growl of clear pleasure. “Oh baby you
are.” He crawled onto the bed, his big body levering up and over hers.
Before she understood his
plan, he pulled a Velcro strap hanging from the headboard slat and clasped a
cuff over her wrist.
“Remember your safe
words. Red, I stop. Yellow we talk. Green and we keep going,” he said as he did
the same to her other hand, binding her to his bedframe.
“Now you look good enough to
eat.”
His approval slid through
her, like warm honey and her nipples puckered in response.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
“Green,” she murmured, her
body trembling. For the second time that
night – or maybe ever - her mind began to slip away.
“Should I bind your legs?” he
asked, immediately shaking his head, answering his own question. “No. I think I’d like to feel them wrapped around
my waist while I sink deep into your pussy.”
Her stomach dipped in
anticipation.
Decklan slid a hand over her
stomach and deliberately paused there. She stiffened reflexively. He felt it as
well as saw the flash of panic cross her face.
He continued to watch her,
had been since walking into the room and noticing the lack of lights. Not for
the first time, he wondered what had put such issues in her head, but knew now
would be the wrong time to ask. He had to soften her mind, calm her racing
thoughts.
Make her believe the truth,
that all he wanted was her. She was
fucking gorgeous, bound to his bed, blonde hair spilling over his sheets. She was all woman and whoever had convinced
her otherwise needed to have his ass kicked.
He kept his palm on the
softness of belly. “I can’t wait to feel
you clasp me tight inside you, and cushion me with those gorgeous curves.” At his words, his cock pulsed against his
jeans, demanding freedom. “Is that what
you want too?”
She nodded, her eyes dilated
with the same need riding him.
“Then you need to let me turn
on the lights. I want to see all of
you.”
She swallowed hard, her eyes
wide. This was a defining moment. She’d stay or she’d say Red. Everything
inside him rebelled at the possibility of losing her before he’d really had
her.
“Lights?” he asked, easing
off the bed and stepping closer to the panel on the wall.
A small nod.
“Then I need to hear you say
it.”
She narrowed her gaze and he
appreciated the spunk her saw there.
“You can turn on the lights,”
she said at last. He didn’t miss the
wariness in her tone.
But he grinned. She had her issues, who didn’t, but she had
backbone and he liked that about her.
“You won’t regret it.” He hit
the switch and turned on the overheads, dimming them for mood but keeping the
glow that would enable him to see her creamy skin. “You’re fucking perfect.”
She opened her mouth,
probably to argue, and immediately closed it again. He liked a quick learner,
not that he’d mind more punishment. His hand tingled at the thought and his
cock throbbed in agreement. He found it disconcerting to know he’d rather have
her trust than the pleasure he found in the control of punishment.
He walked towards the bed,
eased down beside her, gratified at the small inhale of breath as he leaned in
close and smelled the sexy scent of her arousal.
One hand in her hair, he slid
his lips along her jaw line, inhaling her intoxicating light perfume, trailed a
path down her neck and settled in to nibble near her collarbone. He tasted the
slightly salty tang of her skin before skimming his other hand up her side,
cupping one beautifully full breast in his hand.
He ran a thumb over her
nipple, feeling it peak even more beneath his touch. “Hungry?” he asked,
massaging and tweaking the bud between two fingers.
“Starved,” she said, the word
a drawn out moan as she writhed on the bed, her hands pulling at the bindings
he wouldn’t release.
“Then we should eat. But I
wouldn’t want to ruin my clothes.”
Releasing her breast, he
stood and began to undress, aware of her heated gaze watching him with definite
approval as he pulled off his shirt. Reaching for the button on his jeans, he
eased the zipper down, over his straining, aching erection.
She watched, eyes wide,
dilated, mouth parted, and he found it damned arousing, especially when a soft
moan escaped from the back of her throat.
“You see? Having the lights
on isn’t just for me.” He reached down
and took his cock in hand, pumping from base to head in long strokes.
Her eyes widened even
more. “You’re a tease, Decklan Dare.”
He hadn’t been, before
her. “You bring that out in me.”
A pleased smile lifted her
lips.
He settled in beside her and
picked up the bowl of ice cream. “Now we
eat.”
# 3
At work and in his personal
life, Decklan laid out the facts and the truth. He didn’t tolerate B.S. or
lies. With this woman, who eyed him with
an intense amount of distrust coupled with a healthy dose of desire, at least
when she thought he wasn’t looking, he intended to do the same.
They sat together at the bar.
He ordered two club sodas and let her drink in silence, waiting until she was
definitely over whatever had happened with Mike. She was. The tense quiet between them now had
everything to do with them. She didn’t trust him and his gut said the reasons
went deep.
When she put down her drink
and met his gaze, he decided it was time.
“I’m Decklan Dare.” He held out his hand.
“Amanda Collins.” She accepted the gesture, placing her smaller
palm against his.
He immediately slid a thumb
over the pulse point in her wrist, pleased with the rapid beat that told him
she wasn’t immune. Just wary.
Wary he could deal with. Now
that he was here, he was in for the night.
She attempted to tug her hand
back but he held on tight, keeping his thumb pressed against her skin. It was
his human lie detector and with this one, he felt sure he’d need it.
“Thank you again for stepping
in. Mike was an ass.” She bit down on
her plump lower lip.
Fuck, he’d like to do the
same. He merely nodded in agreement. “I’ve seen Mike in action before. At least he’s gone for good now.” He smiled. “So
tell me, Amanda, what were you looking for – before your night was so rudely
interrupted?”
A rapid increase in her pulse
beat in her wrist. He did his best not to grin wider. In the wake of her silence,
he decided to cut her some slack. “How about I tell you what I’m looking for
instead?”
“I’m listening.” She blinked
at him, brown eyes wide.
He rested their joined hands
on the bar. “I’ll start with what I don’t want. No protocol. No games Just hot sweaty
sex,” he told her, his cock tenting his dark jeans at the notion of sliding
into her tight, wet sheath.
Her eyes darkened with hunger
at his honest words. Beneath his thumb,
her pulse was racing with the same desire beating inside him. Good, he thought,
he’d read her correctly. Earlier, he hadn’t seen a woman looking to submit,
he’d seen a female in need.
And their needs were
obviously in sync. “I want you,
Amanda. I want to get you out of here
and indulge in what I’ve jerked off to since laying eyes on you months
ago. I want my fingers on that gorgeous
ass, my cock, burying itself inside you –“
“You had me at I want you,”
she said. “There was no need to ruin a
good thing with lies.” She rose to her
feet, ready to bolt.
“I don’t like being insulted,”
he warned, stopping her with his words and stern tone. He narrowed his gaze. “You said you don’t know me, so how can you
think I’m lying? “ He tightened his grip on her hand.
“If you wanted me that much,
you would have approached me months ago and as for my ass, it’s too large and
–“
“Enough.” He changed his mind. Submission was definitely on tonight’s
agenda. “Are you with me tonight?” he
asked her.
She swallowed hard, the
delicate lines of her throat moved up and down as she pondered the
question. Slowly she nodded.
He swiveled in his chair and
pointed to his lap. “Then lay down. That’s ten for calling me a liar. Your ass is spectacular. Lush, round and made for my hand.” He patted his lap again.
No way could she miss the
outline of his cock pressing hard and insistent against his pants.
“I don’t … we didn’t
negotiate.”
“True.” He nodded, annoyed that she got inside his
head so badly he forgot the important things.
“Is spanking a hard limit?”
“No,” she whispered, her eyes
dilating at the thought.
“No what?” he asked. “Protocol isn’t what I’m looking for.” He didn’t want to be called Sir or
Master. He did want his name on her
perfect lips. Eventually he’d get them
on his cock.
“No, Decklan,” she said, her
voice still soft.
“Exhibition?” he asked.
She glanced nervously around
the room. Most people seemed involved in
their own play. Max watched from across
the bar.
Decklan didn’t give a
shit.
“It has been. In the past.”
He heard a but in there and raised an eyebrow.
“But I’m willing to try. With you.”
Her breath hitched and satisfaction
soared through him. “Are you wearing underwear?”
A tiny shake of her head. Blood
rushed out of his, all of it headed south.
“Then lift that skirt and lay
down or say Red and we can both head home. Separately.” Everything inside him stilled as he
waited. The choice was hers. The power hers. If she walked away, he might not survive
it. Another reason he hadn’t approached
before now.
Eyes wide, her gaze never
leaving his, she faced him. Her cheeks
flushed a sexy shade of pink. And ever
so slowly, she raised her skirt, walked the few steps closer, and thank God,
lowered herself over his lap. She
shifted, getting comfortable, wriggling against his rock hard erection, and he
groaned aloud.
He glanced down and faced
every fantasy he had and then some. Her ass was round and pale, two beautiful
globes waiting for his hand. He’d trained at this club, enjoyed it for a time,
but had been tempted to leave it for awhile now.
But her?
He was nowhere near ready to
walk away. He smoothed his hand over one
cheek, then the other, her skin butter soft and beckoning. She stiffened at
first, but as he caressed her with one hand, she relaxed beneath his touch and
his cock perked up at her easy submission.
“Do you know why you’re in
this position?” he asked, squeezing her cheek to make sure she was paying
attention.
“I said that you lied.”
He had to lean closer to hear
her. “Your ass is gorgeous,” he said, emphasizing his words with his first smack.
“Ouch!” She wriggled beneath
him.
“Quiet.” He followed the
first with two more, one on the other cheek, the third closer to her
thigh. The sound and the crack of his
hand blended together for him, giving him a rush he hadn’t experienced in
awhile. “I know you don’t know me, but you will. I don’t lie,” he told her,
connecting with her flesh. Four. Her ass pinkened beautifully, his marks
glowing on her skin.
She no longer made a sound,
but her hands clasped his calves through the denim of his jeans and a moan
echoed up towards him. “Your sweet ass is the first thing I noticed about you.”
Five. His hand stung and he came down on her once more. This time she arched
into his hand and satisfaction filled him. Six was slightly harder, and he
finished up with seven, eight, nine and ten.
Small whimpers escaped her
lips, reaching his ears. This was what he hadn’t seen in her before. The total
surrender to her feelings. His gut told him there’d be tears in those eyes, not
as much from the pain because he’d gone easy, but from her giving in. She’d
earned the release she needed and he was all too happy to give it to her,
despite the fact that he knew once he slid his fingers into her wet heat, he
wouldn’t be walking away any time soon.
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