Surrender
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Surrender
Tales of Erotic Submission by
EDEN BRADLEY
ELIZA GAYLE
REESE GABRIEL
ALESSIA BRIO
Surrender: Tales of Erotic Submission
copyright 2007, 2008 Eden Bradley, Eliza Gayle, Reese Gabriel, and Alessia Brio
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Table of Contents
Breaking Skye
............................................................. 6
Submissive Secrets
................................................... 52
Cupid's Captive
....................................................... 91
Listen To Me
.......................................................... 133
About the Authors .............................................. 137
Breaking Skye
Eden Bradley
Also by Eden Bradley
Heat Wave
This could not be him. This man could not be the one
who would strip her bare, put her on her knees and do
unspeakable things to her…lovely, wicked things she
had only ever imagined in the darkest corners of her
mind.
When she'd posted the ad on bondage.com, she'd
imagined finding a man with an air of command. A man
who carried himself with utter confidence. A man who
could guide her through this experience with capable
hands.
He was all of these things. But he was too beautiful
to be real. Like some fallen angel with his evil-looking goatee, his sharply honed bone structure, his too-lush
mouth. He had shoulders like a Greek god beneath his
black trench coat. Droplets of water clung to the fabric, and she watched as he shrugged out of the long coat and shivered a bit at the damp, San Francisco cold. Perhaps he was human after all.
He spoke her name in a low voice that felt like a
caress. "Skye."
Certainty in his voice. She had a feeling this man
never doubted himself. A Dominant through and
through. What had she heard this kind of man called in
her research on the Internet? A true Dominant?
"Yes. You must be Adam."
He nodded, took her hand as he slid into the chair
across from hers. He held on just a moment too long, the flickering heat of his touch making her wonder if she
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wanted him to let go. The tiny café table seemed like too little space separating them. Adam Dunne had an
enormous, palpable presence.
A waitress came as though summoned and took his
order for an espresso while Skye made a brief study of
his face. Absolutely masculine, every line, every plane. A short, thick thatch of brown hair a few shades lighter
than his goatee. He had a small scar just below his lower lip, making his features appear even more masculine. His eyes were a dark, dusky blue, framed in thick lashes.
God, what it would be like to have those eyes turned on her, focused…
She shivered and realized he still hadn't released her
from his grip. She glanced down and saw another scar on the back of his left hand, a small crescent around the joint of the thumb. Why was it that she wanted to run her
finger over it? When he turned to her, meeting her gaze, she shivered again with a fine, pure heat.
Lust.
She hadn't expected to feel this.
"Are you all right, Skye?" He smiled. Gorgeous white teeth.
All the better to eat you with.
She really had to get a hold of herself. Carry on a
conversation like a normal person. She pulled her hand
back and put it in her lap.
"What? Yes, I'm fine. Thank you."
"Am I the first Dominant you've contacted?"
"No. There have been several others, but they…I
don't know. I wasn't comfortable with any of them."
"Are you comfortable with me?"
It felt like a trick question. Her pulse was racing at a thousand miles an hour.
"I don't know yet."
The waitress brought his espresso in a small, white
china cup that looked even tinier in his hand as he lifted 9
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it and sipped.
"Just relax. We're here to get to know each other. To see if we'll work well together." He put his cup down and leaned forward a bit. "You said in your e-mail that you're interested in exploring what it's like to be a submissive.
Interesting, the way you phrased it. It seemed detached.
As though you don't think of yourself as a submissive."
Very observant.
"I don't. I believe this is simply one small corner of myself. That this one experience will
purge this…yearning from my system."
"I'm not sure that's a healthy attitude to have going in."
"I think exploring even your darkest side can be a healthy way to express repressed desires, needs. Once
expressed, the need often disappears. It's the symbols
that count, what these things represent to people. To me."
He sat back in his chair, raised one dark brow. "You truly believe that?"
"Of course. I'm an artist. I believe very strongly in symbols."
"That's not what I meant. But you know that. Are
you at all willing to have your mind changed?"
Why the sudden flutter in her stomach? She picked
up the cup of Darjeeling tea she'd ordered before he'd
arrived, sipped, found it cold. She set the cup down
again.
He leaned forward in his chair until he was only
inches from her. The warmth of his hand slid over hers
again. He said quietly, "I think I can challenge your theory. But that's not why I want to do this with you. You intrigue me, Skye. I've worked as a trainer for ten years.
I've learned to read people. I can read you. So strong on the outside. So controlled. You need to break that control.
To let it go. I can do this for you. But only on my terms."
She swallowed hard. His hand on hers seemed to
scorch her skin. Her whole body surged with need for his 10
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touch. She shook her head to clear it. "What exactly are you suggesting?"
"That you give yourself over to me."
"That's what I'd intended. For one night—"
"One night won't work. It'll take at least several evenings. This is a process, Skye, not an event. That's not how the human mind works. And as much as this
experience will be physical, the most important part
happens in your head. Brain chemistry, psychology, your personal history, symbols, as you said. It all comes into play. Did you really think you could do all that in one night?"
"I…I don't know…"
Her mind was spinning. She
had
thought that.
Foolish, she could see now. But could she do what he
was suggesting? Losing control for one night, that she
could manage. That she could excuse. But more?
He slid his hand up her arm, leaving a trail of
sensation even through her cashmere sweater. When it
came to rest on the bare skin at the back of her neck, her legs trembled and went weak. His hand was absolutely
burning on her skin. Her body flooded with desire.
Physical desire, yes. But also an inexplicable desire to please him. This stranger with the smoky blue eyes that seemed to see right through her. Eyes like the misty
February sky outside.
Her heart hammered with panic. But she didn't want
to run. She wanted—needed—to understand why this
man was making her feel like some trembling virgin with starry-eyed fantasies flashing through her mind. The
same images that had plagued her since she was a
teenager. Fantasies she had finally decided to live out.
God, she was really going to do this!
He leaned in closer, until she felt the warmth of his
coffee-scented breath on her cheek. "Say you want to, Skye."
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"How…how much time?"
"As long as it takes."
God.
She licked her lips, tasted the faint peppermint of her lip gloss. "I understand your point, about needing more time. I'm just not sure…"
"Not sure you can do it?" he finished for her.
"Yes."
"There's only one way to find out."
He reached out and tilted her chin in his hand,
forcing her to meet his dark blue gaze. His eyes were too intense. If he hadn't held her there, she would have
looked away. Could he feel her shaking?
"Say you want to do this, Skye."
That velvet voice again, swarming over her like a
soft blanket. Her whole body quivered with desire, just hearing his voice, feeling the sizzling heat of his
fingertips on her chin, and those eyes…
She swallowed again, her mind fighting the sharp
stab of need in her body. Her body was winning. "Yes. I want to do this."
* * * *
mind. Those golden brown eyes like a doe's, the pupils
enormous with nerves. Tiny, delicate bones to match. Too gorgeous, this woman. And smart. That always killed
him. But he was here to do a job. A job he enjoyed, but a job nonetheless.
"We'll need to talk about a few things first."
She nodded. "Of course."
He could see from the faint movement of her long,
brown hair that she was trembling. The sadist in him