Lose Control by Donina Lynn Page A

Her
true nature just needed a little coaxing to rise to the surface and, thanks
very much to Myles for spanking that bad girl right out into the world.
    Since then, they
had delved into their fantasies and experimented in the bedroom, raising the
kink level to new, tantalizing heights. Cassie loved every moment of their
sexual adventures and loved Myles even more for unlocking that side of her. Did
she mention she was beyond over-the-moon for the man? The only thing missing
was a declaration of said love.
    The words had
been on the tip of her tongue and nearly tumbled out so many times she’d lost
count, but she’d bit them back, wanting him to lead the pace of their relationship.
When he was ready, he would admit his feelings. Besides, she didn’t need verbal
reassurances. Okay, admitted, she wanted to hear it. Desperately. But, she
could wait. His actions spoke louder than any words that could be said anyway. With
how he tended to go overboard with grand gestures and attempts at romanticism,
the day he did admit his love would probably be in a hot air balloon flying
high in the sky as the words were spread across the landscape below.
    Cassie swore
Myles sat around reading blogs and articles, thinking of new and wondrous ways
to prove he could be as romantic as the next guy. Not that she minded. She
liked the attention and thoughtfulness as much as any girl, but seriously,
nothing was small when it came to Myles. He went big or went home, and after a
few subtle hints about him not needing to prove anything or being a tad more
understated—like having a single dozen roses delivered instead of what was the
equivalent to a whole florist—had fallen on deaf ears, she’d given up and chosen
to appreciate he was doing all of it for her. Nothing wrong with that, and he
could hire an entire marching band to spell out her name on a fifty-yard line
while playing show tunes if that’s what he wanted. At least she could honestly
say he wasn’t boring. Complete opposite was more like it. Myles was constantly
surprising her, making each moment together seem fresh and new. Although, speaking
of gestures that went above and beyond…
    “So, are you
going to tell me why you picked me up from the airport in a limousine? What’s
the occasion?”
      “Because I didn’t want to have to wait until
we got to where we were going to hold you. I won’t wait when it comes to you.” Myles
wrapped his arms around her tighter. “For future reference, you are never going
without me again. These past few days nearly killed me. Not to mention those
damn pictures you sent. Were you trying to make me walk around with a raging
hard-on for three days?”
    Cassie smiled.
Actually, yeah, that had been the general idea. Not having Myles with her gave
her a lot of free time at night when she was lying in the hotel’s king-sized
bed. She decided to take a few images with the new toys, in various positions,
and then send them along during the day when she knew he was in meetings or
indisposed where he couldn’t react immediately. Timing was everything and, no
doubt, she would pay for her actions. Her core quivered at the thought.
    “You liked them,
then?” She wiggled against him. Would it be wrong to take advantage of the
blackened-out windows? Waiting wasn’t very high on her list of favorite things
either.      “Even the one where I was
bent over using the flog—”
    “Cassie.” Myles
groaned out a warning as his cock twitched under her backside. “We will discuss
your penance for the daily torment sessions and painful reminders that I
couldn’t sink into your wet pussy whenever my cock roared to life courtesy of
those photos later. Trust me, baby, torture is a two-way street. You have three
days to be accountable for and before I’m through, you will become intimately
familiar with exactly how much I liked them. Especially, when I use that
flogger on your sweet ass. But, for now, we have somewhere we need to be.”
    Cassie