crinkled as he reached for his Guinness. He cradled the
bottle between his palms even as he grinned at her.
“Why are you so shocked, Myrna? Every time I’ve ever
watched you in a scene, it was all I could do to not beg Grant to let just let
me touch them – taste them. They’re such a deep pink, I am certain they’d turn
raspberry red for the right Dom.”
Myrna drew a sharp breath. Her womb fluttered despite
the trickle of unease the word Dom brought out. Under the fitted top of her
dress, said body parts tightened at the idea of his sensual mouth tormenting
them.
As his gaze fell to her chest, she was secretly glad
all of her everyday bras had been in the hamper. It had left only the long line
plunged bra she normally wore under her two formal gowns clean. The extra
padding in the cups kept her now tightly beaded nipples from his intense gaze. Thank
God he can’t see through clothing. When he opened his mouth to speak again,
she held up a hand. She had a panicked thought he was gearing up to tell her
everything he wanted to do to her body. She didn’t know how to handle Amery the
Dom. She needed her friend back.
“That’s enough, Amery. I don’t know what happened to
my friend, but I’d really like to have him back.” She squared her shoulders.
“You asked why I didn’t tell you last night about the call from the bank?” She
tossed her napkin down next to her bowl. “It’s because the man I spoke to on
the phone last night wasn’t asking as a friend. He was acting like an arse
because I didn’t do what he wanted or expected. Frankly it surprised me. You’re
the last person I thought would pull something like this.”
Her piece said Myrna moved to leave, but her butt had
barely lifted off the chair when his voice washed over her.
“Unless you want to find yourself over my lap with my
hand coming down hard on your arse, you’ll sit back down.”
Her heart pounding, she froze. Her instinctive
response to his tone was surprising. Even though she’d been out of the scene,
she remembered that tone well. There had been hints of it in the past but this
was the first time she’d slammed full bore into his Dom persona. She dropped
back into the chair, her head lowering instinctively. Internally she cursed. Damneigh,
Grant taught my body too well. Tears pricked at her eyes. She didn’t want
to do this. This submissive side of her scared the hell out of her. I have
to be strong. I never want to go through what I went through with Grant again.
I won’t survive it.
“Now, you and I are going to have a discussion.
There’ll be no lying or I will spank you, Myrna, and only the Lord knows
what’ll happen if I get you over my knee. Nod if you understand.”
Myrna slowly nodded after placing her trembling hands
in her lap.
“All right, then. You do understand I’ll always be
your friend, no matter what tone of voice I take with you? The only thing that
will change our friendship is if you give me your submission.”
She licked her suddenly dry lips. Lifting her head,
she peeked at him through her lashes. Every part of her wanted to protest, to
rail at him. She didn’t want to lose her friend, but in the mood he was in, she
was afraid of what would happen if she spoke out of turn.
“I can see the wheels turning in your head. What is
it?”
A heartfelt sigh escaped her. “That’s what I’m scared
of, Amery. Losing you as a friend just to scratch an itch which will eventually
fade isn’t worth the temporary physical pleasure you might give me.”
His eyes warmed briefly before returning to the calm
confident gaze he normally wore during training. “Who said you were going to
lose a friend if we become Master and slave?”
She lifted a trembling hand to her hair. Damn, I
hate the fact he makes me feel like a young girl fresh out of the school room.
I’m a grown woman. “You did.” She dropped her gaze when he moved forward. A
tingle of awareness flowed through her when his hand touched her
bottle between his palms even as he grinned at her.
“Why are you so shocked, Myrna? Every time I’ve ever
watched you in a scene, it was all I could do to not beg Grant to let just let
me touch them – taste them. They’re such a deep pink, I am certain they’d turn
raspberry red for the right Dom.”
Myrna drew a sharp breath. Her womb fluttered despite
the trickle of unease the word Dom brought out. Under the fitted top of her
dress, said body parts tightened at the idea of his sensual mouth tormenting
them.
As his gaze fell to her chest, she was secretly glad
all of her everyday bras had been in the hamper. It had left only the long line
plunged bra she normally wore under her two formal gowns clean. The extra
padding in the cups kept her now tightly beaded nipples from his intense gaze. Thank
God he can’t see through clothing. When he opened his mouth to speak again,
she held up a hand. She had a panicked thought he was gearing up to tell her
everything he wanted to do to her body. She didn’t know how to handle Amery the
Dom. She needed her friend back.
“That’s enough, Amery. I don’t know what happened to
my friend, but I’d really like to have him back.” She squared her shoulders.
“You asked why I didn’t tell you last night about the call from the bank?” She
tossed her napkin down next to her bowl. “It’s because the man I spoke to on
the phone last night wasn’t asking as a friend. He was acting like an arse
because I didn’t do what he wanted or expected. Frankly it surprised me. You’re
the last person I thought would pull something like this.”
Her piece said Myrna moved to leave, but her butt had
barely lifted off the chair when his voice washed over her.
“Unless you want to find yourself over my lap with my
hand coming down hard on your arse, you’ll sit back down.”
Her heart pounding, she froze. Her instinctive
response to his tone was surprising. Even though she’d been out of the scene,
she remembered that tone well. There had been hints of it in the past but this
was the first time she’d slammed full bore into his Dom persona. She dropped
back into the chair, her head lowering instinctively. Internally she cursed. Damneigh,
Grant taught my body too well. Tears pricked at her eyes. She didn’t want
to do this. This submissive side of her scared the hell out of her. I have
to be strong. I never want to go through what I went through with Grant again.
I won’t survive it.
“Now, you and I are going to have a discussion.
There’ll be no lying or I will spank you, Myrna, and only the Lord knows
what’ll happen if I get you over my knee. Nod if you understand.”
Myrna slowly nodded after placing her trembling hands
in her lap.
“All right, then. You do understand I’ll always be
your friend, no matter what tone of voice I take with you? The only thing that
will change our friendship is if you give me your submission.”
She licked her suddenly dry lips. Lifting her head,
she peeked at him through her lashes. Every part of her wanted to protest, to
rail at him. She didn’t want to lose her friend, but in the mood he was in, she
was afraid of what would happen if she spoke out of turn.
“I can see the wheels turning in your head. What is
it?”
A heartfelt sigh escaped her. “That’s what I’m scared
of, Amery. Losing you as a friend just to scratch an itch which will eventually
fade isn’t worth the temporary physical pleasure you might give me.”
His eyes warmed briefly before returning to the calm
confident gaze he normally wore during training. “Who said you were going to
lose a friend if we become Master and slave?”
She lifted a trembling hand to her hair. Damn, I
hate the fact he makes me feel like a young girl fresh out of the school room.
I’m a grown woman. “You did.” She dropped her gaze when he moved forward. A
tingle of awareness flowed through her when his hand touched her
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