He merely smiled at her and picked up the drink the bartender had left for him. She cleared her throat, her voice husky when she asked, “So, what's your name, anyway? Does everyone call you Master Z?” She jerked away from him, away from the heat growing inside her, and the awareness of his body so close to hers. He cupped her cheek, leaned forward, his breath warm against her ear as he murmured, “And your reaction to that shows you are a submissive.” Her mouth dropped open as she took a hard breath, the image of herself naked, spread-eagled on a bed with him looking down at her was more erotic than anything she'd felt before. The words, the sheer certainty in his rich voice, sent heat stabbing through her, a wave of need so potent she quivered inside.Īs if he could see into her head, he smiled slowly and whispered, “The trust that lets a woman be tied down and spread open for her master's use.”
“The trust that your master knows what you need and will give you what you need, even when you aren't always sure.” With one hand, he tilted her chin up until his gaze trapped her. He curled his hands around her bare upper arms and turned her toward him. “What kind of trust?” His scent came to her again, appealingly male. Okay, fine.īe cool, continue talking, girl. Hmmm, her reaction was probably from him saving her. Turning, she rested her elbows on the bar top and concentrated on her drink, trying to ignore the way her body felt, the way he affected her. She wasn't comfortable at all with the way her senses had woken up, as if he'd plugged her into an electrical current. Pulling her gaze from his took effort, but she managed.
Just as with any relationship, a Dom/sub relationship has attraction”-he stroked a finger down her cheek and her breath stopped at the intense look in his eyes-“and trust.” He grinned, a flash of white teeth in a darkly tanned face. “So a submissive person doesn't just go belly-up when some guy orders her around?” “Huh.” The shakes were lessening, and her brain was starting to work again. “It's a rare person who would enjoy being assaulted by a stranger.” He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, his fingers leaving a tingle in their wake. Being whipped… Just the thought makes me sick.”
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