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  Dare

  The Dare Trilogy, Part I

  Sara Frost

  © Sara Frost, 2013

  All rights reserved. This book may not be reproduced, scanned or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of events to real life, or of characters to actual persons, is purely coincidental.

  To Mark—thank you for everything, especially for all your patience and love.

  Contents

  Part I: London

  Chapter One

  ChapterTwo

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Part II: Paris

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Part III: Berlin

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Part IV: Prague

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Part I: London

  Chapter One

  “I bet I can make you have an orgasm without even touching you.”

  Dianne frowned at the guy sitting next to her. She’d clocked him when she had taken a seat with Janey—it was hard not to, with his firm jaw, dark mop of hair and piercing blue eyes, as well as a body that looked like it had seen plenty of time in the gym or perhaps on a building site, his arms and what she could see of his chest covered with tattoos. She couldn’t deny either that her eyes might have dipped down below his waist, one eyebrow rising in appreciation of the fact that he was clearly no eunuch. He’d watched her as well as she sat down, no doubt admiring more than her own tat on her arm: it happened. Dianne knew the effect she had on men.

  He also had a pleasant voice—a deep Scottish burr, not too rough but rough enough. That didn’t stop him being a jerk, though.

  That had been part of what she’d been talking about with Janey as they listened to the rock music in the club, NightWorld, waiting for the band both of them had been dying for ages to see to come on stage.

  “We’ve got to sit through some dumb ass support band, first,” Dianne had said, at which the blue-eyed stranger next to her had glanced her way before turning back to talk to his three friends.

  “I can’t wait for Optima to come on,” Janey had burbled enthusiastically. “How long have we been waiting to see them?”

  “It feels like all my life,” Dianne had sighed.

  “And Darius, the lead singer—isn’t he just to die for?”

  “I don’t know about die,” Dianne scoffed. “But, yeah, he’s hot. I think the lead guitarist’s hotter though.”

  “Don’t play it cool with me! If Darius Optimus came up now and asked you to fuck him, you’d jump into his arms before he’d even finished speaking.”

  “Well, duh!” Dianne lifted a hand to her head and twizzled it around to signify her friend was loco. “Of course I would, but that’d just be to get, you know, the experience. One of the best singers around asks you for a date -”

  “I didn’t say a date, I said a fuck.”

  “- asks you for a date and you say no? That’s stupid. Believe it or not, though, Janey Rogers, some of us are here to actually listen to the music. And anyway, I stand by what I said: I think the guitarist’s hotter.”

  “That’s just because you want to be him. You want to be on stage next to Darius, shredding guitar next to him like you were jacking off your massive cock.”

  “Oh yeah, baby!” Dianne replied, pulling a fake orgasmic face as she played air guitar in her seat phallically. As she did so, her arm bumped the blue-eyed guy behind her and she gave him a dismissive apology, turning back immediately to face the stage with a wistful stare. “When it comes down to it, you’re right, though. I’d do anything to be on that stage.”

  “And afterwards, with Darius or the guitarist—what’s his name again?”

  “You call yourself an Optima fan and you don’t know the name of the best guitarist around at the moment: Johnny Korpus, you idiot.”

  “How the hell am I supposed to remember those stupid names? I love the music but, don’t you find them just a little bit... pretentious?”

  “I thought you were a fan! I tell you, Johnny’s a master, way up there with Page or White. Hell, he’s in with the classics—you know, Ry Cooder or Stevie Ray Vaughan. In my opinion, there’s no one who cuts it the way he does.”

  “Oh, I don’t know.” It was blue-eyes behind her, leaning across slightly. “He’s good, I’ll give you that, but I think there’s better.”

  “Yeah, thanks for that!” All the stranger’s good looks had immediately diminished in Dianne’s eyes with his obvious lack of judgement and she turned back to Janey, ignoring him once more. “Now, he’s the one I’d like to fuck—and maybe get him to show me some of his moves, too.”

  “I thought you were concentrating on your singing now.”

  Dianne shrugged. “Sure, but I mean you wouldn’t turn down the opportunity to learn at the hands of a master.”

  Janey giggled. “That’s not all you’d learn.”

  This caused Dianne to sigh. “Yeah, well, maybe. The problem with guys is that they tend to be either wimps or jerks.”

  “Don’t give me that! You just haven’t found the right one yet.”

  “Well, all the one’s I’ve found have fallen into those two camps. The wimps are too shy to do it right, and the jerks think only about themselves.” Dianne leaned onto her hand glumly, staring at the empty stage. “Christ! I can’t even remember the last time I had a decent orgasm—one that I didn’t give myself.”

  Janey laughed at this and Dianne felt a motion behind her. Blue eyes was staring at her, a slight smile on his handsome lips. Those eyes of his were something else, she had to admit, but his gaze this close made her feel uncomfortable.

  “What do you want?” she snapped defensively.

  “I wouldn’t mind giving you an orgasm.” His smile widened.

  “Yeah, well, get to the back of the line,” she sneered. “I’ll give you ten out of ten for nerve, but two out of ten for originality and one out of ten for class. No, make that zero.”

  This made the stranger smirk. “I bet I can make you have an orgasm without even touching you.”

  Yep, thought Dianne to herself. Definitely a jerk. “If you think I’m going to fuck you in front of all these people so they can get a cheap thrill and you can crow about your conquests, you’ve got another think coming, mister.”

  “Who said anything about fucking you? And I thought I was the one with no class. I just reckon I know what you need.”

  “And what’s that?”

  “Excitement. And respect.”

  “Respect!” Dianne scoffed at this. “I’m guessing you’re the kind of guy who think that all the girls just lose their senses and fall at your feet. That tells me you don’t care much for their self-respect.”

  Blue-eyes turned his gaze away from her and towards the stage. “Well, if you’re chicken...”

  “Who said anything about being chicken?” Dianne was angry now.

  The stranger wasn’t looking at her now, his eyes still intent on the stage. “Maybe that’s why you can’t get a gig, because you’re not willing to take enough risks.”

  Janey was silent and when she glanced at her friend Dianne saw immediately that someone on the seat was willing to take all kinds of risks with this good-looking guy. For some reason, this riled Dianne even more.

&nb
sp; “I’m willing to take plenty of risks. I just don’t think that a one-night stand fucking a stranger is anything worth writing home about.”

  “Like I said,” now he turned his eyes back on her and Dianne drew in her breath slightly: even in the dim light of NightWorld those orbs were clear and glittering. “Who mentioned anything about fucking? I just proposed a bet that I could make you have an orgasm without touching you. Go on, let me try—I dare you.”

  That did it. “Okay, mister high and mighty,” Dianne said, leaning back in her seat and folding her arms across her substantial chest as a barrier. “Go on and try me.”

  She glared at him sceptically but, for a few moments, he made no move, said nothing and did nothing other than look directly into her eyes. She curled her lip in a sneer, but the intensity of his gaze unnerved her slightly.

  Finally, he moved closer and she drew away from him, putting her hands down on the seat as though to push herself up. Janey was giggling like an idiot now, and the look on her face made Dianne even angrier: she was pretty sure that had this handsome, blue-eyed, dark-haired, muscle-bound jerk asked Janey to bend over the seat and let him fuck her from behind, she would have complied without a moment’s hesitation.

  The stranger raised his hands, letting them hover a few inches before her. “It’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you.”

  “You said no touching,” Dianne snapped. For some reason her breathing was coming more quickly than she’d expected.

  “I’m not going to touch.” His head moved closer to the side of hers now. “I just don’t think you’ll want everyone to hear what I’m going to say,” he said quietly.

  “And what’s that?” Dianne sneered. For some reason, however, her indignation wasn’t quite as great as she had expected. She glanced sideways and saw that the stranger’s three friends had pulled away slightly, laughing among themselves. That raised her defences again: if this loser stud thought he could impress his friends so easily, he was about to learn the hard way.

  “I was going to start by telling you what other guys see when they see you.”

  “Oh, yeah?”

  “Sure. They see great tits and a great ass, no doubt about that so we might as well get it out of the way. They see a petite, dark-haired, beautiful girl dressed up in black jeans that hug skinny legs and a sweet backside to die for, as well as that cleavage you like showing off. They’ll see red lips and dark eyes, and they’ll want to fuck you more than anyone else they’ve seen before.”

  “Tell me something new.” Dianne turned her head slightly. The stranger appeared to have moved slightly closer and she could no longer see his eyes so clearly, the lids covering them slightly as he looked downwards at her neck. “And I thought this routine was meant to turn me on.”

  “Oh no,” the stranger said, that Scottish accent of his crisp and clear despite the quietness of his voice and the background music. “I told you what other guys see. I didn’t tell you what I see.”

  “So,” Dianne in what she hoped was a sarcastic-enough tone. “Tell me what you see. Impress me.”

  “I see a stunning woman, and everything about her says you can look but you can’t touch. She’s an ice queen, this one, she’s a mistress, but she can’t let go.”

  “Oh, let me guess.” Dianne faltered slightly as she said this. “You’re going to be the one who tames me.”

  “You don’t need taming.” His own voice was quieter now and she had to strain slightly to hear it, unconsciously leaning into him. His hair almost brushed her as she did so, and she could smell the subtlest aroma of cologne. For some reason, her eyes became fixed on the one broad shoulder that extended closest to her, the curve of muscle along his back, his brawny, tattooed arm just visible beneath the edge of his shirt.

  “You don’t need taming,” he repeated. “You need to let that wildness free. You need to be up there, on stage, blazing in front of the entire crowd, having them look up at you in adoration and see the real you, the wild you.”

  Despite herself, Dianne caught her breath at this, an old and familiar fantasy kicking in—her above a crowd, arms stretched wide, gazing down on them all in triumph. Her stomach churned at the thought excitedly.

  “The man who recognises that, he’s not going to tame you—he’s going to set you free.” The stranger tilted his head slightly, whispering almost directly into her ear, and she could feel the heat of his cheek against her neck. She arched it slightly, her eyes flickering across to Janey who was staring at her in plain jealousy.

  “When that man touches you, he won’t maul and grapple you like your some piece of fucking machinery, and he won’t bow down at your feet and place you on a pedestal, too scared to touch you.”

  “What... what will he do?” The words caught in her throat.

  “He’s got to be strong—not to dominate you, not to crush you. He’s got to be strong because otherwise you’ll eat him alive and spit him out. He’s got to be powerful not to destroy you, but to be your pillar. When he kisses you, his lips moving down your breasts, tasting the sweet perspiration that forms there as you fuck him -” At this, the stranger’s head moved slightly downwards in the direction of her cleavage, and her breasts lifted slightly in the direction of his mouth. “Your nipples stiff as his tongue flicks over them, his fingers squeezing the flesh softly, one hand moving down between your thighs, pushing them apart—you might resist him at first, but he has to be firm.”

  At this, Dianne’s own thighs moved apart slightly, unconsciously, and she felt a wetness between her legs as well as the heat of the stranger’s breath on her bare neck. She almost grabbed him then, pushing him backwards and sinking her mouth onto his as she dry-humped his thigh, a prelude to fucking. But she held herself. That would be giving in, and this bastard would win.

  “And when this strong, powerful, gentle man enters you, it’s going to be nothing like you’ve ever felt. You’re going to be stretched and taken and you’ll give yourself up to him willingly, because he’ll see everything that you need and he’ll give it to you with all his heart and soul.”

  “So,” Dianne hissed, trying to cover her lust with sarcasm. “This perfect guy has a big cock as well, does he?”

  The stranger pulled away from her slightly and looked directly into her eyes now, those bright, blue orbs fixing her gaze. One hand of his was pressed down next to her, a finger just brushing the side of her buttock, while another lingered near her knee, his arm crossed against her lap. “You wouldn’t believe it.”

  “That’s right,” Dianne swallowed. “I... I wouldn’t.” Fuck! Fuck me! she wanted to scream.

  The stranger smiled at this and, to Dianne’s shock, pulled back. She could not look away from his eyes and she was aware of how her breathing was laboured.

  “Is that it?” she sneered, trying to cover her sense of desperation and disappointment.

  He nodded. “And did I make you cum?”

  She shook her head, her lips curling in despite.

  “Not even a little wet in that perfect pussy I bet you’ve got?”

  “Not even close,” she lied.

  Janey gasped at this. “Well, I couldn’t hear most of it, but you’ve got me ready for a damn good seeing to!” Her expression at that moment was like one of those neon signs above a motel, telling the whole world she was open and ready for business.

  The stranger laughed at this and stood up. He was huge and, despite herself, Dianne’s pussy did indeed become a little wetter at the sight of him standing there, so tall and broad. He smiled at Janey and then looked back at Dianne, his blue eyes half hooded as he stared down at her.

  “Well, maybe next time,” he said.

  “Who says there’s going to be a next time?”

  “You can’t go now!” Janey pleaded. “If this silly bitch is too stupid to see when she’s onto a good thing, I’ll more than make up for it!”

  That caused a couple of the stranger’s friends to laugh but blue eyes simply shook his head. “Like I said, maybe n
ext time. We’ve got to be going now, haven’t we.”

  Although some of his companions looked as though they were preparing to stay and take their chances, there was something about his tone of voice that suggested he wouldn’t brook disagreement. “Come on,” he said. “We’ve got work to do.” He looked back at Dianne, smiling slightly. “Maybe I’ll come back later, check how I did with my bet.”

  “Don’t hurry back,” Dianne mumbled and, as she did so, her eyes fell away from his face, travelling down his body. Christ! she thought as she saw the package that was swelling in his jeans. Oh bloody Jesus Christ!

  Laughing, the four men walked away across the dance floor and immediately Janey turned on her friend. “You stupid bloody bitch!” she hissed. “What the hell do you think you’re up to? He was gorgeous! And his mates weren’t half bad looking either.”

  “I didn’t notice.”

  “I realise. For all you were doing that queen bitch routine, you couldn’t take your eyes off him. What the hell is wrong with you, Di? I’d have killed to let any one of them take me outside right now and give me a damn good knee trembler!”

  “Oh, lay off, Janey! Hell, if that’s how you feel, you can pick up someone later if that’ll make your evening better.” Dianne’s voice was more bitter than she’d intended. She was feeling distinctly uncomfortable for a number of reasons, not least of which was that her knickers were already starting to feel very sticky inside her jeans. She’d probably need to make a visit to the ladies before the night was over and remove them. “That’s not why we’re here, remember?”

  “That’s not why you’re here!”

  “I thought you liked Optima!”

  “Yes, I do like Optima, but I don’t know every guitar chord from their back catalogue and every inspiration for every single bloody lyric!” Janey lifted a hand and slapped it against her forehead, her blonde hair flicking backwards. “I’m here for a good time, and you just went and spoiled our best chance all night.”