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Authors: Michelle Cary
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Cole. “Are you?”
“A Dom?” He grinned. “Not really. I’m not into all that kneeling and eyes lowered stuff like Logan is. Although, I will admit to a few dominant tendencies.”
“Like taking care of me yesterday and getting me to talk,” she replied as everything began to make sense. He had the ability to pull things from her she’d never shared with anyone, little patience for nonsense, and amazing control…most of the time.
“There is that, and” —he leaned in close and whispered— “taking control during sex.”
His statement caused a shiver to slide through her as she thought about Cole as her Master. What would it be like to give up control and not have to do anything but feel? How would it be to know that by simply existing, you were giving another pleasure? She wouldn’t mind finding out.
He pulled back, his smile wider. “You’re thinking about that awful hard, baby. I’m wondering if you like that idea.”
“Me too,” she murmured and looked up at Jason, who remained across from them, a look of amusement on his face. “What about you?”
“What about me?” He tipped his chair back on two legs.
“Are you also a Dom?”
“Nah.” He shook his head. “Most of the time I can barely keep myself in line and out of trouble. I have no business trying to control anyone else.”
She dared a glance at Cole, who stared at her with a heated gaze that shot directly to her core. After the horrors she’d lived through, she shouldn’t want to be controlled by anyone, yet she found the idea of freely surrendering to someone she cared for intriguing, especially if that someone was Cole Collins.
Chapter Eleven
She watched him through hooded eyes as he secured the scarf around her wrist and lifted it above her head. He looped the scarf through the slats on the headboard, then lifted her hand and secured her other wrist. “Okay?” he asked.
She tested her bindings, and a giddy thrill raced through her at the realization that she was now at his mercy. On a nod she swallowed hard. His lips tipped up at the corners. “That’s my girl.” His words warmed her all the way to her soul.
He took a step back and pulled his T-shirt up and off. Her heart sped up, beating faster as anticipation began to build. Next he stripped out of his jeans, taking his boxers with him. The pounding in her chest grew until she could hear it in her head.
Aroused and ready, he climbed onto the bed and settled himself between her legs. “I love you, Amber.”
“I love you, Cole,” she replied, her voice lost to now incessant pounding.
“Amber?” She shook her head at the faraway voice suddenly calling to her, only to hear it again. “Amber, open up.”
Amber opened her eyes and sighed at the loss of such a wonderful dream. The pounding came again, louder this time, and she realized some of it was real.
She glanced at the clock, threw the covers off, and scrambled from the bed. Who in the world was pounding on her door at six o’clock in the morning? She paused only long enough to check the peephole. Seeing a mass of bright red hair through the tiny glass, she pulled back and frowned. Why was Brooklyn pounding on her door? She flipped the lock and pulled back the door. “Brooklyn?”
“Amber, are you okay?” Brooklyn asked, her voice tinged in fear.
“I’m fine. Why did you think something was wrong?”
Brooklyn grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her to face the open door. For a moment Amber wondered if she was seeing things. No way was the word Slut spray painted in red on her hotel room door. She stared blankly at it while reality slowly sank in and her body began to shake. “Oh my God.”
“Now do you understand why I thought something was wrong?”
“W-why?” Amber asked. “Why would someone do this?”
“I don’t know.” Brooklyn moved farther into the room and looked around. “Where’s Cole?”
“H-he’s not here,” Amber replied as she stared at the dripping red
“A Dom?” He grinned. “Not really. I’m not into all that kneeling and eyes lowered stuff like Logan is. Although, I will admit to a few dominant tendencies.”
“Like taking care of me yesterday and getting me to talk,” she replied as everything began to make sense. He had the ability to pull things from her she’d never shared with anyone, little patience for nonsense, and amazing control…most of the time.
“There is that, and” —he leaned in close and whispered— “taking control during sex.”
His statement caused a shiver to slide through her as she thought about Cole as her Master. What would it be like to give up control and not have to do anything but feel? How would it be to know that by simply existing, you were giving another pleasure? She wouldn’t mind finding out.
He pulled back, his smile wider. “You’re thinking about that awful hard, baby. I’m wondering if you like that idea.”
“Me too,” she murmured and looked up at Jason, who remained across from them, a look of amusement on his face. “What about you?”
“What about me?” He tipped his chair back on two legs.
“Are you also a Dom?”
“Nah.” He shook his head. “Most of the time I can barely keep myself in line and out of trouble. I have no business trying to control anyone else.”
She dared a glance at Cole, who stared at her with a heated gaze that shot directly to her core. After the horrors she’d lived through, she shouldn’t want to be controlled by anyone, yet she found the idea of freely surrendering to someone she cared for intriguing, especially if that someone was Cole Collins.
Chapter Eleven
She watched him through hooded eyes as he secured the scarf around her wrist and lifted it above her head. He looped the scarf through the slats on the headboard, then lifted her hand and secured her other wrist. “Okay?” he asked.
She tested her bindings, and a giddy thrill raced through her at the realization that she was now at his mercy. On a nod she swallowed hard. His lips tipped up at the corners. “That’s my girl.” His words warmed her all the way to her soul.
He took a step back and pulled his T-shirt up and off. Her heart sped up, beating faster as anticipation began to build. Next he stripped out of his jeans, taking his boxers with him. The pounding in her chest grew until she could hear it in her head.
Aroused and ready, he climbed onto the bed and settled himself between her legs. “I love you, Amber.”
“I love you, Cole,” she replied, her voice lost to now incessant pounding.
“Amber?” She shook her head at the faraway voice suddenly calling to her, only to hear it again. “Amber, open up.”
Amber opened her eyes and sighed at the loss of such a wonderful dream. The pounding came again, louder this time, and she realized some of it was real.
She glanced at the clock, threw the covers off, and scrambled from the bed. Who in the world was pounding on her door at six o’clock in the morning? She paused only long enough to check the peephole. Seeing a mass of bright red hair through the tiny glass, she pulled back and frowned. Why was Brooklyn pounding on her door? She flipped the lock and pulled back the door. “Brooklyn?”
“Amber, are you okay?” Brooklyn asked, her voice tinged in fear.
“I’m fine. Why did you think something was wrong?”
Brooklyn grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her to face the open door. For a moment Amber wondered if she was seeing things. No way was the word Slut spray painted in red on her hotel room door. She stared blankly at it while reality slowly sank in and her body began to shake. “Oh my God.”
“Now do you understand why I thought something was wrong?”
“W-why?” Amber asked. “Why would someone do this?”
“I don’t know.” Brooklyn moved farther into the room and looked around. “Where’s Cole?”
“H-he’s not here,” Amber replied as she stared at the dripping red
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