DARE YOU Read online

  Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright page

  Early Reader Reviews

  Dear Reader

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  About Melissande

  Dani Martin has an appetite for adventure…and the gorgeous, wealthy man who calls himself simply Sam is the best she's ever met at bringing her fantasies to life. The rules of The Game are simple: any fantasy is fair game, and they take turns with their dares to each other. The Game only ends when one of them backs down. Though they are strangers to each other, they've both learned one thing for sure: so far, neither is willing to cry uncle in the pursuit of pleasure.

  Game on.

  Warning: explicit sex including multiple partners, exhibitionism, voyeurism, bondage, and male/male

  DARE YOU

  by Melissande

  Copyright 2012 by Ardeur Publishing

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this publication can be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, without permission in writing from Ardeur Publishing at [email protected]

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  Early Reader Reviews:

  NIGHT PLAY

  A hot, thrilling, and enticing introduction to Sam and Dani. I can't wait to read more of their adventures together. I love the premise of this story, and the characters shine. An excellent read. (5 of 5 Stars)

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  Very very very hot! (5 of 5 Stars)

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  DARE YOU

  After reading "Night Play," I had to know how it would play out between Sam and Dani. I must say, I was not disappointed. The dynamic between them was delicious, and I was pleasantly surprised by how far they were both willing to go to please one another. A titillating read that left me wanting more. (5 of 5 stars)

  Dear Reader,

  Have you ever wanted to let go of all your responsibilities and obligations, quit being boxed in by all those 'good girl' rules? Be the wild, free, very bad girl you've always been warned against?

  I decided to let my inner vixen out and indulge the sexual thrillseeker…and the adventures of Dani Martin and her mystery lover known only as Sam are the result. Sam is a remarkably inventive and skilled lover who also happens to be a wealthy and powerful man…and gorgeous as pure sin, to boot. Dani is a challenge, but he is more than capable of rising to the occasion (in such delicious ways!) and taking charge.

  Or at least he thinks he's in charge…but Dani is nothing if not a daredevil, and the man known as Sam quickly learns that she will give as good as she gets.

  A battle of wits, a contest of wills, a sexual feast…The Game is played with no holds barred, no fantasy off limits…

  How can a bad girl lose?

  Yours in decadent delight,

  Chapter One

  "GIVE ME YOUR PANTIES."

  SHE hadn't heard him, surely. She started to turn—

  His hand gripped her arm.

  "Now."

  She halted on the shadowed sidewalk of a downtown side street, half a block from the entertainment district. Slow, smoky blues from the club around the corner curled down her spine…nestled deep in her belly. Throbbed between her legs.

  A frisson of nerves. Of slow, sweet lust. They were outside. The street was not empty. Anyone could—

  "I wasn't kidding." His voice was a low rasp.

  She…shivered.

  He loomed behind her, all height and muscle and, god. Male.

  All male…every delicious, hot inch of him.

  Slowly she drew her short, flirty skirt up. Inch…by…infinitesimally…slow…inch.

  "Stop toying with me," he growled. "You know what will happen."

  She did, yes. Her lips curved in a cat-in-cream smile. Oh, yeah, baby...she surely did.

  She didn't pick up the pace one iota, letting him see her scarlet nails glide over her skin, teasing herself as much as him, just as the night's breeze taunted the flesh being bared. Then, feeling him so close behind, she brushed her ass over the hard cock straining to get at her.

  The hiss of a gasp. His quiet curse made her smile again.

  "You're not going to make me rush this," he warned.

  God. The threat only turned her on more. Quick was the last thing she wanted.

  "Take them off. Now."

  She began sliding the midnight blue lace over the swell of her derriere, hoping he would not be able to resist covering her ass with his big hand, then taking his long middle finger and—

  Suddenly she heard voices.

  Masculine voices. Plural.

  She froze.

  "Don't you dare stop."

  She sucked in a breath as her pussy tightened. Heat streaked deep inside her, a swift, sharp pang of pure lust. To be watched...

  The Game had moved to a new level.

  Oh, they'd talked about it. Whipped themselves into a fever contemplating the idea of her displaying herself for another man.

  Letting another man fuck her. A stranger...

  While he watched.

  "You know you want to." His breath was hot on her nape. "Do it, babe. Have your fun with them."

  For a second, her heart clutched. "Don't leave."

  "I won't. Not…yet."

  Her pulse skittered. She was safe...but only for now. At some point, he would step away. Out of reach.

  And he would watch.

  Another thrill ripped through her, for that's what this was about—the thrill of danger. Pushing, always pushing the boundaries. Making them both so fevered, so crazy—

  One of them would break.

  But not her. Not tonight. Tonight, as always, she would rise to the challenge—and as their rules decreed, she'd name the next dare as her prize.

  Licking her lips in anticipation, she took one step to the side to come out of his cover. Braced one hand on the car's hood and bent over slowly, drawing her panties down with her free hand.

  But not before slicking her thumb between her pussy lips. Rocking her hips.

  Letting her moan break free.

  "Holy shit," a voice said in reverent tones.

  The footsteps ceased. She'd caught their attention, the faceless men who would now see her revealed.

  She could imagine what she looked like...hadn't they used mirrors before? She knew her legs were long and slim, her ass high and firm and round. The globes of pale flesh would glow in the moonlight, and the lace would be a slash of darkness against it.

  Taking in an unsteady breath, she left her panties where they were, at mid-thigh, spreading her legs to keep them taut, bindings that would leave marks on her flesh.

  Another game she wanted to try, being bound.

  With one hand, she caressed her ass.

  "Jesus." A different voice, younger.

  She let one finger—her long, middle, pleasure-myself finger—slide into the dark crease, grazing the puckered hole and slicking on past until she dipped it inside where she was gloriously juicy.

  She could smell her desire. Heard her lover's sharp intake of breath as the scent reached him, too.


  You could have this. You could have the taste of me on your tongue.

  On his knees, one of her thighs draped over his shoulder as he buried his face in her pussy.

  But you have to wait now, don't you?

  She smirked and drew out her finger. Turned her profile to her audience and slowly sucked it into her mouth, tasting herself.

  A gasp. The rasp of one zipper.

  The distinctive pop-pop-pop of another's button-fly jeans being ripped open.

  In her sky-high fuck-me heels, she bent lower, letting her skirt tease with glimpses of the main show. She slid her panties to her ankles, then stepped out of one opening but left them dangling on her other ankle.

  She rose again, her skirt slowly descending into place. She could almost hear the disappointment from them...and from her lover.

  She smiled again and revolved at the waist, unbuttoning her top three blouse buttons, revealing high, proud breasts lovingly cupped in matching midnight lace.

  With see-through cups.

  Her nipples were so hard and aching that she had to touch them, had to stroke over them, circle them.

  She held her breasts in her palms like an offering. Then she slicked her hands over her waist, down her hips and began to bare her ass again, grinding her hips slowly, once...twice...swaying hypnotically in a rhythm as old as time. When her skirt at last lay high on her hips, she put both hands on the hood of the car and bent to display herself, her legs chastely locked together.

  But she knew they could see her ass, the tiny puckered hole...and the welcoming keyhole of shadow beneath. The gate to glory. To flesh swollen with her craving. Slick with juices that said Come here. Come here right now.

  Fuck. Me.

  She went still while her breath coiled in her throat, while her pussy got wetter. While her nipples felt the kiss of night air, her ass primed and waiting on display for any eyes that wanted a piece of her. Any hands, any tongues.

  Any cocks.

  As her ass swayed in the rhythm pounding through her blood, all of a sudden she couldn't hear anyone.

  She faltered. What if...? Were they gone? Was he gone, too, her lover? Had she so tormented herself with the maddening lust that she hadn't heard them leave? Was she out here exposed, making a fool of herself, vulnerable to anyone who happened—

  The hot palm on her ass jolted her. Sent a bolt of terror and thrill down her spine.

  Straight to the aching, craving center of her.

  It wasn't his hand, the one she was learning to know so intimately.

  For a moment it remained still. "You okay with this, man?"

  Silence. Was he gone, her lover? Was she...alone?

  "Have at it," commanded her lover at last. "She's all yours."

  She couldn't breathe. Her chest went tight in that moment of doubt. Maybe—

  Warm fingers squeezed her ass, and her skin prickled while her nipples tightened and need flooded her. She felt the heat of the stranger's body pour over her as he settled behind her, denim scraping across nerve endings screaming for relief.

  "God, you are hot." The first voice, only deeper, thick with lust.

  The hand squeezed again, then slid down, wrapped her thigh.

  Shoved her legs open.

  It was all she could do not to splay herself over the hood of the car and beg him to drive inside her right now. Fuck me, she thought, oh god fuck me now.

  She stared across the street. Saw a couple stroll by, unaware of the show they could be watching, if only they'd look.

  Her pussy squeezed tight with need. She wanted them to look.

  Then a finger, two fingers, slid between her engorged nether lips and grazed her clit.

  She gasped.

  And the couple did stop. The man glanced over—and gaped.

  She almost came on the spot.

  The woman, however, didn't see them, and she drew her partner onward.

  He looked back more than once.

  But the stranger's fingers stroked her tender tissues, and she forgot the couple. He circled her puckered hole, gliding down to stroke over the baby-smooth lips plumping with hot blood. He bathed his fingers in her juices until they were wet. "Shit," he breathed. "Bare pussy. Damn, that's hot." He began to trace up and down, his fingers brushing again and again but only outside, always outside when she was desperate for him to go in—

  She rocked her ass back toward him in a plea as old as Eve. Take me oh god take me I'm so hungry...

  At last his fingers slid into the slick, salty juices, into the channel that was craving to be touched, to be filled...

  Her fingers curled on the metal, her long scarlet nails clawing for relief.

  Then his hand was replaced by smooth flesh, so warm, so silky, so…hard. She inhaled, a thrill she could taste, vicious lust sweet on her tongue.

  He trailed the head of his dick from ass to pussy and beyond, then back, over and over...

  Now, you have to—now! She thrust back against him, and he plunged inside, thick and sweet.

  "Oh god," the second voice said, and she heard the slapping sound of a man's hand stroking his rod. Getting off on watching her with his friend, out here in the sultry darkness.

  Then Thick and Sweet began to move, and she jutted her ass to get closer, to make him give her more of him. He grunted and gripped her hips so hard he'd leave bruises, but she didn't care.

  Everything was focused on the friction, on how he filled her, how he rubbed her…he pumped inside her faster and faster, and she was coming so strong it was all she could do to hold back a scream.

  He came at her crazy hard, and suddenly his friend showed up right next to her. Thick and Sweet restrained her by the shoulder as the friend stroked his cock next to her head.

  Little did they know she would always go after more. She turned toward the friend, opened her mouth and swirled her tongue over the head—

  Then sucked him inside. Deep. Grazed her teeth along his shaft.

  "Fuck!" he cried out. "Damn, you can suck so good—"

  The man who was fucking her pussy drove deeper and deeper, faster and harder while she cradled oh god boy's balls in her hand and swallowed him down to the root.

  Deep-throating him and humming, she felt the vibration shudder through his body. Felt his balls tighten, ready to shoot his load.

  She rotated her pussy around Thick and Sweet's dick while twisting her torso, seeking to lick the friend's balls.

  Thick and Sweet lost his grip on her hips. "Don't—" he growled and grabbed on.

  She never stopped sucking or licking while rising to her toes, undulating her ass to tempt the man behind her to penetrate her deeper.

  All the way deep.

  While she sucked his friend's cock and serviced them both.

  "Jesus god..." The man whose dick was in her mouth dug his fingers into her hair and held her there.

  Like she was going anywhere...

  She used her teeth, just a little, to show him who was really in control here.

  Then Thick and Sweet thrust back inside her. Hard. Bent over her back to play with her aching nipples.

  Suddenly a hand slid down her belly.

  A new hand. But one she recognized only too well.

  Her lover pressed once against her clit with his thumb. Squeezed. Rolled it between his fingers.

  She came apart while hot semen shot down her throat and the man behind her drew all the way out so that she was moaning and begging—

  One fierce plunge inside her, and she started coming again while he pistoned so hard and so fast, groaning long and low as his juices splashed over her inner walls and the dick down her throat kept thrusting while a finger circled her clit and a warm, suckling mouth caught one nipple—

  She came again and again—so hard her vision dimmed.

  Then her lover tore her away from the strangers. "Beat it," he growled, sweeping her into his arms. He opened the car door and settled in the back seat with her cradled on his lap. He stroked her pussy through
the afterglow, catching her cries with his lips.

  "You drive me fucking crazy." He kept murmuring hot, sexy, dirty, praising words in a voice gone rough.

  And beneath her ass she could feel him hard as iron.

  Arched across his lap, legs splayed, she barely knew where she was or who might be watching through the windows...but she didn't care.

  She was too busy smiling. "You thought I'd wimp."

  "You didn't." His eyes were dark and huge.

  "I certainly did not." She could barely catch her breath enough to speak. "Means I win this round."

  "I suppose so."

  "And I get to name the next challenge."

  "Which would be?"

  She paused, wondering if she dared.

  Hell, yes.

  "Sloppy seconds, darlin'?" she asked and undulated against him.

  He went still. "Try something else."

  "Unh-uh. Not the rules of The Game." Every dare had to be met. Thus far neither had faltered.

  He stared at her a long time, and she wondered if she'd already found his limits. She would hate that. No one had ever come close to his level of play. Of daring.

  He was one very fuckable playmate.

  He pushed her away, and her heart sank.

  But one hand went immediately to his fly. She watched, mesmerized, as his zipper opened with a rasp, and his beautiful cock rose high and hard and ready. "Maybe you're too tired."

  "Nice try." She pictured how it would be to rise over him and let the mingled juices slide over his stone-hard shaft, thick and pearlescent. "But no. Never."

  She rose unsteadily, legs shaky and weak, drawing her skirt up again and straddling him, holding onto his broad shoulders for dear life.

  He was unbelievably gorgeous, so tall and strong, so sophisticated in his well-tailored suit, yet beneath it, the muscles of a man who knew how to work with his body, not just his brain. He had thick, wheat-gold hair and intense blue eyes…

  He rubbed the head of his dick against her, and she focused on her favorite part of him.