going.
Are you hungry?"
She licked her lips. "For food?"
John frowned, ignoring the innuendo. "I know a place nearby, they have burgers and stuff."
She rolled her eyes, not unlike her brother. "I'm a little old for burgers and stuff , don't you think?"
"Fine," he said, his temper shortening by the moment.
"A steakhouse, then. We'll take my car."
"Whatever you say, Uncle John." She walked in front of him, her ass swaying.
"Does your family approve of you dressing that way?"
he asked when they got in the car.
She settled herself into the bucket seat of his English roadster, her legs slightly parted. The skirt rode high on 95
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her thighs. "I'm an adult. It's no one's business. Don't tell me you're going to get uptight on me."
He tried to keep his eyes on the road and off Steffy,
her belly and ripe breasts, her mile long legs. Talk about blossoming overnight...
"I don't care one way or the other. Just curious."
She opened her legs a little further. Vamp. "Really?
Most guys I run across care quite a lot."
"I'm sure they do. I imagine you put quite a lot of ideas in their heads."
John could have kicked himself for letting the
conversation go down this road, but it was too late.
Not surprisingly, Steffy pounced. "What about you?
Do I put ideas in your mind?"
Time to shut this down fast...
"Not really. I still think of you as a kid, mostly."
"You do?" Her voice was light and playful, but she was all business. That college she'd been at must have
taught some interesting things.
"That's funny," she added. "Because that rocket in your pants says otherwise."
John nearly slammed into the car in front of them at
the next traffic light. "Young lady, you will refrain from ever speaking to me like that again, is that clear?"
He glared at her. She was biting her lower lip,
suppressing a smile, taunting him...but into what exactly?
"Yes, Sir," she rasped.
His cock ached, desperate to be called into play. Why
in bloody hell did she have to call him sir ? She might as well strip naked and throw herself at him.
He had half a mind to dump her off somewhere, but
he couldn't do that. He was the adult here, the older adult, and he had to maintain control. "Let's just talk about something else. How do you like school?"
"It's lame." She propped her elbow on the door, palm on her chin. She was adorable, mischievous...practically 96
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begging to be taken in hand. But she didn't even know
what BDSM was—did she?
"There must be something good about it..."
"I went to a frat party last week and did a beer bong.
Then some guys did Jell-O shots off me and my best girl friend."
"Jell-O shots?" He was afraid to ask.
"That's when you lay a girl out, Uncle John, naked or close to it." Her eyes were afire; the minx was trying to get him worked up. "And you eat squares of Jell-O off her stomach, made out of liquor."
"Sounds real educational."
"That's not all we do," she said throatily.
"Don't tell me...you sip champagne from ladies'
slippers?"
"Huh?" She laughed at the archaic reference. "No. We let the boys tie us up. Then they do what they want with us."
John's chest seized like a fist. He was instantly jealous.
What would a boy know about bondage? They wouldn't
know what to do with Steffy...naked...helpless.
"That can be a risky proposition," he said. "Especially if alcohol is involved."
"I like to take chances," she said.
Typical. The Myth of Invulnerability...the disease of
every twenty-one-year-old.
"You can wind up dead taking chances."
"Why?" she asked. "Do you know anything about bondage?"
"We're almost to the restaurant," he evaded. "This isn't the time to talk."
"Why? Do I have to get ready to jump out or
something?"
"No, you don't. Damn, you're even more of a smart-
ass than I remember."
"Quite a compliment coming from you, Uncle John."
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"Don't call me that anymore," he said.
She looked at him for a moment. He gripped the
wheel, avoiding
Are you hungry?"
She licked her lips. "For food?"
John frowned, ignoring the innuendo. "I know a place nearby, they have burgers and stuff."
She rolled her eyes, not unlike her brother. "I'm a little old for burgers and stuff , don't you think?"
"Fine," he said, his temper shortening by the moment.
"A steakhouse, then. We'll take my car."
"Whatever you say, Uncle John." She walked in front of him, her ass swaying.
"Does your family approve of you dressing that way?"
he asked when they got in the car.
She settled herself into the bucket seat of his English roadster, her legs slightly parted. The skirt rode high on 95
SURRENDER
her thighs. "I'm an adult. It's no one's business. Don't tell me you're going to get uptight on me."
He tried to keep his eyes on the road and off Steffy,
her belly and ripe breasts, her mile long legs. Talk about blossoming overnight...
"I don't care one way or the other. Just curious."
She opened her legs a little further. Vamp. "Really?
Most guys I run across care quite a lot."
"I'm sure they do. I imagine you put quite a lot of ideas in their heads."
John could have kicked himself for letting the
conversation go down this road, but it was too late.
Not surprisingly, Steffy pounced. "What about you?
Do I put ideas in your mind?"
Time to shut this down fast...
"Not really. I still think of you as a kid, mostly."
"You do?" Her voice was light and playful, but she was all business. That college she'd been at must have
taught some interesting things.
"That's funny," she added. "Because that rocket in your pants says otherwise."
John nearly slammed into the car in front of them at
the next traffic light. "Young lady, you will refrain from ever speaking to me like that again, is that clear?"
He glared at her. She was biting her lower lip,
suppressing a smile, taunting him...but into what exactly?
"Yes, Sir," she rasped.
His cock ached, desperate to be called into play. Why
in bloody hell did she have to call him sir ? She might as well strip naked and throw herself at him.
He had half a mind to dump her off somewhere, but
he couldn't do that. He was the adult here, the older adult, and he had to maintain control. "Let's just talk about something else. How do you like school?"
"It's lame." She propped her elbow on the door, palm on her chin. She was adorable, mischievous...practically 96
TALES OF EROTIC SUBMISSION
begging to be taken in hand. But she didn't even know
what BDSM was—did she?
"There must be something good about it..."
"I went to a frat party last week and did a beer bong.
Then some guys did Jell-O shots off me and my best girl friend."
"Jell-O shots?" He was afraid to ask.
"That's when you lay a girl out, Uncle John, naked or close to it." Her eyes were afire; the minx was trying to get him worked up. "And you eat squares of Jell-O off her stomach, made out of liquor."
"Sounds real educational."
"That's not all we do," she said throatily.
"Don't tell me...you sip champagne from ladies'
slippers?"
"Huh?" She laughed at the archaic reference. "No. We let the boys tie us up. Then they do what they want with us."
John's chest seized like a fist. He was instantly jealous.
What would a boy know about bondage? They wouldn't
know what to do with Steffy...naked...helpless.
"That can be a risky proposition," he said. "Especially if alcohol is involved."
"I like to take chances," she said.
Typical. The Myth of Invulnerability...the disease of
every twenty-one-year-old.
"You can wind up dead taking chances."
"Why?" she asked. "Do you know anything about bondage?"
"We're almost to the restaurant," he evaded. "This isn't the time to talk."
"Why? Do I have to get ready to jump out or
something?"
"No, you don't. Damn, you're even more of a smart-
ass than I remember."
"Quite a compliment coming from you, Uncle John."
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"Don't call me that anymore," he said.
She looked at him for a moment. He gripped the
wheel, avoiding
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