Topping the Domme (Crime and Punishment) by Trista Ann Michaels

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    “I’m actually very good,” she whispered.
    Delacroix smiled knowingly, and his eyes sparkled with that same mischief she was beginning to associate with him. She couldn’t wait to see how he was later with a submissive.
    “I have no doubt,” he whispered back.
    With a chuckle, he tapped her nose and pushed away from the bar. “Let me know if you need anything, Brayden, even a third.” He winked at Karina before turning to head across the room.
    She smiled at Brayden, who watched her with a small frown. “If we do a threesome, I want him,” she said, teasing him.
    Brayden’s frown deepened. “No.”
    Karina giggled and leaned close. He didn’t like that. Putting her hand against his hard chest, she smiled up at him seductively, deciding it was time to tease Brayden a little. After all, turnabout was fair play.
    “I thought you said earlier that whatever your sub wanted, she got.”
    Brayden lowered his hand to her ass and gave it a hard squeeze, pulling her up against his strong, hard body. Karina felt every inch of him pressed against her and instantly began to rethink the wisdom of her teasing. The man was dangerously seductive and gorgeous in a way that had her getting even wetter.
    When was the last time a sub had her this hot?
    Uh, never.
    Brayden dipped his head, and for a split second, Karina thought he might kiss her. Her heart skipped as his warm breath fanned over her lips. “Oh, yeah,” he murmured. “You’re definitely going to get that ass spanked.”
    She whispered, “What’s the matter, Brayden? Jealous?”
    “I don’t get jealous.” He slid his hand between her legs and gently swirled his fingers through the cream coating her opening. Karina had to bite her tongue to keep from moaning. “I just make sure you’re so satisfied, you don’t have the energy to look elsewhere.”
    She grinned. “You’re so full of yourself.”
    “Yes. And later, you’re going to be full of me.”
    He cupped her ass again and pressed her more firmly against his thick erection. Karina’s smile faded as hot lust worked its way through her body. She’d seen Brayden naked. She knew exactly how well-endowed he was and also knew just how well he could use it.
    “See what you get for teasing?” he whispered.
    He let go of her, and she stumbled backward. Grabbing the edge of the bar, she tried to right herself without appearing too clumsy.
    “Take your drink and walk around the room, Kay. Introduce yourself to the other subs.” He leaned in and whispered in her ear. “And try not to act like a Domme.”
    She scrunched her nose at him, then grabbed her drink off the bar. When she turned to walk away, his palm slapped harshly against her ass. Her hips jerked forward, and her drink spilled a little on her hand. She turned to glare at him, but deep inside, it was hard to stay mad at him. Brayden wasn’t playing a role, he was being himself. He wasn’t any different with her than he was with any sub he took under his wing. She just hoped she didn’t end up half in love with him like the majority of the women he played with.

 
    Chapter Eight
    Brayden watched her ass sway seductively as she walked across the bar to the group of submissives congregated in one of the many sitting areas around the room. One of the women patted the couch next to her, and Karina sat down, her fingers absently toying with the collar around her neck.
    Brayden didn’t miss the appreciative glances other Doms, both male and female, thrown Karina’s way. That was nothing new. She always got a lot of attention at the clubs. He tried to take his mind off her and put it back where it needed to be. On the case.
    So far, nothing appeared out of place. Most of the Doms he’d met had permanent subs, but that didn’t mean they weren’t guilty. Even some serial killers had wives. To be honest, he wasn’t sure what they were even looking for. They knew absolutely nothing.
    Maybe Karina would have better luck with the