Read Online Touch to Surrender by Cara Dee - Free Book Online
Authors: Cara Dee
Tags: Erótica, Literature & Fiction
Ads: Link
Chapter 1
We take off on the same night where Twice the Touch ended.
Brayden Zeagler
"What are you doing?" I chuckle and bat away Lina's hands. A Dom walks past our booth with his sub on a leash, and my cheeks heat up as my girlfriend tries to be funny, not caring that people are watching us. "Christ, stop it!" Though, she doesn’t; she keeps giggling and trying to pinch my nipples. "You annoy me." I growl playfully against her cheek and squeeze her to me. That way, she has no access to my chest. "My little shit."
"Aww, so affectionate." She grins impishly at me and pops a kiss on my chin. "But hey, I got you to smile."
I Eskimo her. "You always do." That couldn’t be more true. Whenever I'm down, Lina's there for me. Sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve her—the way she loves with all her heart, takes care of her loved ones, stays loyal…she's fucking amazing. "I love you." Giving her another squeeze, I lower my head and kiss her deeply.
She melts into me, the furry trim of her sexy bra tickling my skin. "I love you too, mon ange ." She gets this tender look in her eye, one that maybe seems at odds with a BDSM club, but it never fails to make my day. "We're lucky, aren’t we?" She brushes some hair away from my forehead. "I've never felt this happy. Have you?"
I shake my head, agreeing with her. Ever since I ran into her three years ago on her college campus—where I was meeting a buddy before his computer animation class—I've felt like a lucky son of a bitch. But it's gotten even better since we met Mark Cooper. Somehow, his presence makes what I feel toward Lina even stronger.
Our relationship has been smooth s ailing all the way through. The day I met Evangeline Lacroix, I asked her out on a whim, knowing if I didn’t I would regret it for the rest of my life. She said yes; we dated, we fell in love, we moved in together, and everything was perfect. Too perfect. We're both eager to please, both so compliant, and both incredibly alike. It's been easy—a straight and narrow path.
It got to the point where we frustrated each other because we both hate making decisions. Sex wasn’t the issue—far from it. It's our everyday lives; we need someone there to guide us, tell us what to do, and make sure we don’t lose ourselves. Thankfully, Lina and I are both honest, too, so we confessed our desires pretty quickly.
W e researched options together, because we needed more but could never let go of each other.
Lina was the one who put BDSM on the table , which turned out to be both a rewarding and embarrassing night. While Lina listed things in a matter-of-fact voice and ooh'd and ahh'd over things she wanted to try, I was squirming in my seat, hard as a rock and probably looking like I was constipated. Fun times . In all seriousness, though, we did find what we were looking for. We read about domination and submission, realizing that this was what we craved.
We explored it together—though not in the right way. We had to compromise a lot and take turns. Our first night at Switch was another attempt at finding our way, but thankfully Mark changed the path for us.
The only problem is that Lina and I have gotten attached to him to the point where deeper feelings are now involved. While our love for each other has strengthened, a new bond has tied us to Mark in a way where we want more and more and fucking more. More of him, more of us together, and most importantly, more of us all together as partners .
We want it all, domination and submission along with a real relationship.
That’s where my past comes in to fuck me up…
Having feelings for another man?
Wrong, disgusting, twisted, immoral, sinful.
Being a submissive was a hard pill to swallow, but I did ultimately choke it down and accept it. Being bisexual…I've accepted that, too, but it doesn’t mean I can act on it. It's a line that’s too "revolting" to cross.
"No. Dammit, the frown is back." Lina hands me my Coke, first taking out the
We take off on the same night where Twice the Touch ended.
Brayden Zeagler
"What are you doing?" I chuckle and bat away Lina's hands. A Dom walks past our booth with his sub on a leash, and my cheeks heat up as my girlfriend tries to be funny, not caring that people are watching us. "Christ, stop it!" Though, she doesn’t; she keeps giggling and trying to pinch my nipples. "You annoy me." I growl playfully against her cheek and squeeze her to me. That way, she has no access to my chest. "My little shit."
"Aww, so affectionate." She grins impishly at me and pops a kiss on my chin. "But hey, I got you to smile."
I Eskimo her. "You always do." That couldn’t be more true. Whenever I'm down, Lina's there for me. Sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve her—the way she loves with all her heart, takes care of her loved ones, stays loyal…she's fucking amazing. "I love you." Giving her another squeeze, I lower my head and kiss her deeply.
She melts into me, the furry trim of her sexy bra tickling my skin. "I love you too, mon ange ." She gets this tender look in her eye, one that maybe seems at odds with a BDSM club, but it never fails to make my day. "We're lucky, aren’t we?" She brushes some hair away from my forehead. "I've never felt this happy. Have you?"
I shake my head, agreeing with her. Ever since I ran into her three years ago on her college campus—where I was meeting a buddy before his computer animation class—I've felt like a lucky son of a bitch. But it's gotten even better since we met Mark Cooper. Somehow, his presence makes what I feel toward Lina even stronger.
Our relationship has been smooth s ailing all the way through. The day I met Evangeline Lacroix, I asked her out on a whim, knowing if I didn’t I would regret it for the rest of my life. She said yes; we dated, we fell in love, we moved in together, and everything was perfect. Too perfect. We're both eager to please, both so compliant, and both incredibly alike. It's been easy—a straight and narrow path.
It got to the point where we frustrated each other because we both hate making decisions. Sex wasn’t the issue—far from it. It's our everyday lives; we need someone there to guide us, tell us what to do, and make sure we don’t lose ourselves. Thankfully, Lina and I are both honest, too, so we confessed our desires pretty quickly.
W e researched options together, because we needed more but could never let go of each other.
Lina was the one who put BDSM on the table , which turned out to be both a rewarding and embarrassing night. While Lina listed things in a matter-of-fact voice and ooh'd and ahh'd over things she wanted to try, I was squirming in my seat, hard as a rock and probably looking like I was constipated. Fun times . In all seriousness, though, we did find what we were looking for. We read about domination and submission, realizing that this was what we craved.
We explored it together—though not in the right way. We had to compromise a lot and take turns. Our first night at Switch was another attempt at finding our way, but thankfully Mark changed the path for us.
The only problem is that Lina and I have gotten attached to him to the point where deeper feelings are now involved. While our love for each other has strengthened, a new bond has tied us to Mark in a way where we want more and more and fucking more. More of him, more of us together, and most importantly, more of us all together as partners .
We want it all, domination and submission along with a real relationship.
That’s where my past comes in to fuck me up…
Having feelings for another man?
Wrong, disgusting, twisted, immoral, sinful.
Being a submissive was a hard pill to swallow, but I did ultimately choke it down and accept it. Being bisexual…I've accepted that, too, but it doesn’t mean I can act on it. It's a line that’s too "revolting" to cross.
"No. Dammit, the frown is back." Lina hands me my Coke, first taking out the
Similar Books
