Loving On the Edge 5-Book Collection: Crash Into You, Melt Into You, Fall Into You, Caught Up In You, Need You Tonight. Roni Loren

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      Reid rose and clasped Brynn’s elbow. “Up.”

      A quiet smattering of applause followed them as she and Reid made their way to the front. Brynn’s arms ached and her legs had trouble remembering how to work. She stumbled slightly before reaching their destination, and Reid drew her closer to his side. Grant shook Reid’s free hand.

      “Welcome to The Ranch, we’re glad to have ya,” he said, the now familiar deep West Texas drawl coloring his words.

      Reid nodded. “Pleased to join.”

      “You have a lovely sub there. What do you think she needs for an initiation?”

      Brynn kept her eyes on the polished wood floors and began counting. If she looked up or thought about what was about to happen, she’d tip over the edge. Already, her heart was pounding hard enough to splinter a rib. Please let Reid pick something simple. A blow job. A quick, unrestrained spanking. She could maybe handle something basic. But blindfolds and handcuffs or helplessness would guarantee flashbacks and panic. She inhaled deeply through her nose and blew the breath out her mouth. In. Out. In. Out.

      She didn’t want to have to use the safe word, knew from Grant’s concerned words earlier that if she broke down, he’d probably send her home—for her own mental health.

      Reid ran a knuckle along her cheek. “Well, I think my sub is feeling feisty. She’s talked back to me multiple times since I chose her, so a punishment is in order.”

      Brynn dared a glance up. Talked back? When?

      Grant eyed her, evaluating her reaction. “I see.”

      Reid continued, “I’ve had the pleasure of spending time with this sub in the past, and I know she’s big on the exhibitionism. So I refuse to grant her the pleasure of displaying herself in front of the group. She hasn’t earned such a privilege yet.”

      Brynn bit her lip. What was he doing? Was he actually going to save her from having to deal with this? Oh, please, maybe she had misjudged his earlier behavior.

      “But I still want her to demonstrate her submission. So, I’m going to get the one thing that will make sure she knows she’s giving herself to me personally and not just any random master.” Reid pinched her chin between his thumb and forefinger and forced her to meet his gaze. “A kiss.”

      Her eyes widened. What?

      Reid’s mouth curved upward. “Release her bindings.”

      One of the attendants standing near the back of the room stepped up and started unfastening the leather straps as the reality of Reid’s request sliced through her. She should’ve been happy. A kiss was as simple an act as you could get… but also the most intimate. If he’d have forced her to her knees and made her get him off, she would’ve had the outside chance of blocking out what was happening—thought of numbers or England or her grocery list. But how could she zone out with his lips against hers?

      Her tingling arms fell to her sides and she balled her fists. Reid was doing this to punish her. What had he said? To make sure she knows she’s submitting to me personally. God, hadn’t ten years been long enough for him to get over her supposed infidelity? She narrowed her eyes at him. Nope, not with an ego the size of his.

      Once all the leather had been removed, the attendant and Grant moved away, leaving her alone with Reid. He hooked an arm around her waist and dragged her against him, wickedness glinting in his eyes. “Let’s see if this is better than a stranger.”

      She shot him her best I-hate-you look before he brought his lips down on hers.

      Despite his firm grip, his kiss was teasing. His lips moved against hers—nibbling, tasting, drawing her in like a moth to light. The tension in her muscles softened in his grasp, and something white hot and long dormant unfurled inside her. As if on their own volition, her lips parted and granted his tongue access. The taste of mint and Reid danced in her mouth, and her arms looped around his neck. When she pressed her breasts against his solid chest, she couldn’t tell if the groan that reached her ears was his or her own.

      Reid groaned as Brynn’s half-naked body molded against his. Shit. He’d thought a kiss would be the safest route to go since he wasn’t sure he’d be able to control himself if he’d chosen something more sexual. He sure as hell didn’t want to fuck her when she had no option to say no. But he’d forgotten that a kiss with Brynn had never been just a kiss. The moment his lips had touched hers, he’d wanted to strip her down and take her in front of all these goddamned people.

      Her superior acting skills weren’t helping matters either. She was kissing him back with the fervor of a sub set on pleasing her master. His cock swelled against his dress pants. Fuck, how was he going to make it through the weekend? Regretfully, he slipped a hand into her hair and tugged gently to separate her from their kiss. He sucked in a haggard breath, trying to reclaim his cool control. She stared at him with question marks in her eyes.

      He had to clear his throat twice before he was able to speak. “Who’s your master?”

      As if snapping out of a daze, she straightened her shoulders. “You are, sir.”

      He tightened his grip on her hair. “Use my name, sub. I don’t want you confused on who you’re supposed to please.”

      She narrowed her eyes, defiance flaring in them. “You are, Master Reid.”

      Reid didn’t miss the cocked eyebrow Grant gave him at Brynn’s snarky tone. He palmed the back of Brynn’s skull, drawing her face closer. “You need to drop the smart mouth or you’ll force me to gag you.”

      She didn’t drop her gaze.

      Dammit. Why couldn’t she play by the rules for a change? He couldn’t show weakness in front of this group or Grant. “I think you need to learn some manners, sub. You get off on being defiant, don’t you? Dip your fingers in that tight pussy of yours and show everyone how wet you are.”

      Shock crossed her features, and he could hear her silent plea, but he couldn’t back off. “Don’t make me wait. It displeases me.”

      Her eyes darted toward the crowd, then to the floor. With a shaking hand, she slipped her palm beneath the band of her panties and dipped her fingers inside. The visual alone sent all his blood rushing to his groin, his cock turning to steel. She removed her hand and raised it to him, shame coloring her cheeks.

      The evidence of her arousal glistened along her fingers, the sweet scent of her juices tickling his nose. His zipper pressed into his sensitive skin as his erection flexed against it, begging for relief. Without thinking, he circled her wrist and lifted it to his mouth, sucking the honey from her fingers. He closed his eyes, savoring her flavor and the fact that he could still turn her on even through all that ire.

      His eyelids lifted slowly, and he found Brynn’s attention riveted on his mouth. He lowered her hand. “Who made you so wet, sugar?”

      Her gaze dropped to his feet. “You did, Master Reid.”

      “That’s right. Don’t forget who you belong to.” Reid pulled a strip of leather from his back pocket and slipped the collar around Brynn’s neck. Once it was СКАЧАТЬ