Domination by Lyra Byrnes

such information but they occasionally fell
for such a trick.
    Bram answered without hesitation. “ Enslaved ,” he said
with a wolfish grin. “That should get the spotty youth in line.”
    Enslaved . Just hearing the word made her tingle. “What’s
it about? Is there a theme? What’s the first single?”
    “Still working on it,” he said. “Such an eager little
beaver. Don’t you understand I am an artiste ?”
    “Excuse me, Mozart.”
    “Naughty girl. I’ll give you a retort to that little jibe
that will sting for a day.”
    Oh yes, please.
    He favored her with a wicked smile. “Better get your rest
tonight, love. We have work to do tomorrow.”

Chapter Ten
     
    Josie hesitated over what to wear. The luxurious robe over
nothing seemed like the sexiest bet but the swampy New Orleans air argued
against it. The guesthouse was lush, semitropical and lavishly, if quirkily,
decorated. But even the few steps from the bus to the entrance felt like wading
through a damp, hellishly hot cave, like an alligator’s stomach. And anyway,
what if Bram just wanted to talk to her again, explain more rules about being
submissive? His submissive. Her nipples hardened just thinking of it.
    Better be safe. She put on a shapeless skirt and brushed out
her hair. The “Copy Editors’ Conference, Atlantic City” T-shirt was lame but it
was the tightest one she had.
    She was just shutting her door when her room phone rang.
    “The courtyard,” Bram said. “Show the guard your ID.”
    Guard? She raced down the stairs, flashed her license to the
man at the gate and heard it clang behind her.
    Bram was inthe pool,
stark naked.
    Well, that’s something, she thought, watching his
lean form fold in two and cut through the water. He shot up again, shaking out
his hair.
    “I’m overdressed.”
    “Not for long.”
    “Someone will see…”
    “No. You put enough money in the right hands and no one sees
a thing. The pool is closed for the night. No rooms look out over it. See?”
    It was true. They were alone amid the chaises longues and
lush tropical plants.
    “You had homework, Josie. Did you do your homework?”
    “I don’t…”
    “A safeword.”
    “Right.” Her mind had gone blank. All she could think was, Those
cheekbones should be illegal.
    “Um, Transylvania.” It was the password she’d set up for her
private blog, taken from Transylvania High , one of the cartoons they’d
watched together on his bed in San Antonio.
    “Transylvania? Righto. You’re not likely to use it in casual
conversation.”
    She felt exposed. “This setting is more romantic than I had
in mind.”
    He cocked an eyebrow. “Is that so? What did you have in
mind?”
    Bram looked so dangerous she lost the power of speech. He
climbed out of the pool, dripping with water, and took her by the arm. He was
already hard. “Does it involve being called a little slut? Only in this
context, mind. All part of the game. Yes or no.”
    “Yes.”
    “Suck my cock.”
    She almost dropped to her knees before remembering. “No.”
    He smiled, that little half-smirk that made her panties wet.
If she had been wearing any, which she wasn’t. So much for her worry he’d just
want to talk.
    “Now you’re learning. Suck my cock.”
    She shook him off. “Fuck you!”
    “Oh, that is fine.” He stroked himself. “You’ll do as I say
or you’ll pay, slut.”
    It took all her will to turn away from him, the sight of
that enormous cock between his slender hips. He grabbed her from behind,
kneading her breasts roughly. “You like that, don’t you?”
    “Mmm.” He took a nipple between two fingers and pressed. It
felt amazing. “Oh god.”
    “Still want to say no to me?” His voice was a rumble like
distant thunder.
    “Bastard!” she spat.
    “That’s fucking hot.” He fisted up her skirt. “No panties,
naughty slut.”
    “I’m not your slut.”
    “You’re juicy as hell,” he murmured, slipping a finger
inside her. It felt so good she held still,