He didn’t think he was capable of love; she thought she had everything she ever needed. But when former ballet dancer and entrepreneur Natalie Smith and environmentalist Michael Black meet, they are thrust into a headlong relationship that may devastate them both.
Falling almost too fast for this enigmatic, controlling man, Natalie is both excited and terrified by the fine line Michael walks between his dark and light side, as he introduces her to a world of games, bondage, and punishments. And to her surprise, she likes her submission. She likes the control he wields. And he cannot have it any other way. He likes to bring Natalie to the edge, and she likes the edge he brings her to. Pleasure has never felt so good.
But can Michael fully let go of his trust issues and fall in love? Or will his past leave Natalie on the edge of pain?
He took my hand and led me straight to his garden of temptation. And I didn’t stop him.
“Now, tonight’s game, before I change my mind.”
I could see a sensual wickedness cross his face. God. He was truly fucking gorgeous, irresistible.
“Have you any idea of what game I’m going to play with you Natalie?” He brushed my lips with the back of his fingers, and I closed my eyes.
“No,” I admitted.
“Still in?” he teased.
I hesitated. “Yes,” I breathed far too loudly.
“Good. It will be fun. Well, for the winner anyway. Me.” He couldn’t hold back a grin.
I was overwhelmed by him, but I tried to say convincingly, “Don’t be so sure of yourself.”
“Okay. As you wish. If you can stay quiet while I touch you, wherever I touch you, I will take you out to dinner tomorrow night. If you can’t, you can’t see me for two weeks.” His eyes challenged mine. “You will have to wait in anticipation to see me again.”
Was this even possible? Wait to see him? Why? What a cocky asshole. Like I was some pathetic, lovesick girl who just couldn’t wait to see him. It should have been a red flag. I should have told him to go fuck himself. Instead, it made my belly tighten with desire. His sexual challenge turned me on.
“Don’t take too long thinking, or the game is over before it even starts,” he said sternly.
My voice got quiet. “Why?”
“Why?” he repeated.
“Yes. Why this game?” I couldn’t deny that I was turned on, but I was nervous, slightly scared even. The fact that I was contemplating doing this, letting this man, this virtual stranger, touch me, touch me wherever he wanted, was just plain nuts. God. Where would he touch me? How could I even remotely want this? It was just downright crazy.
“Because I’ve wanted to touch you from the very first time I laid eyes on you. I have thought of nothing else. I am a very passionate man, Natalie. If that scares you, or rather, if you simply know you’re going to lose this game, you can leave. I like to control the situations I am in. It turns me on. You turn me on. I want to see how I can make you feel. I want to learn your body so I can please it and you in the future. I want to make you lose the control you think you have.” He paused to look at me and I saw a dark passion fill his eyes. “I also, quite simply, want to see you squirm.” His lips turned up wickedly.