Master of Submission [Masters of Submission 1] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) by Jan Bowles Page A

a good thing, surely? Not a bad thing.”
    Emma forced an unconvincing smile. Zane didn’t know the half of it. “Not when you’ve spent the last few years avoiding men because you think you’re frigid.”
    He looked surprised. “Well you’re clearly not frigid, Emma. You’re a woman, most of your sexual desire is right here.” Zane tapped an index finger to his forehead. “Men need visual as well as mental stimulation to make them fully aroused. Women enjoy sex on a more emotional level. But being a woman, you already know that.”
    “Of course I do, but to have it so bluntly demonstrated rather unnerved me. I left partly because of that, but mainly because it wasn’t the reason I came to the club. I need to find out what happened to Chloe. This not knowing, is just eating me up inside.”
    “Maybe I can help. Matthew and Ethan are the owners of Submission. They’re good friends of mine. Perhaps, with their help, we may be able to find out what happened to Giselle”—Zane waved a hand in the air as he corrected himself—“I mean Chloe. I’m sure if some sick bastard is using Club Submission to lure women against their will, they’d want to know about it.”
    An inner calm began to flow through her. If she had some inside help it could only improve her chances of finding Chloe. “You’d do that for me? Even after I followed you here, and then accused you of some truly awful things?” Guilt overwhelmed her. “I virtually said you’d murdered her. I’m so sorry, Zane. I acted out of character. I’m a lawyer. I should know better than to accuse anyone without firm evidence. I hope you can forgive me.”
    He smiled, and her stomach quivered at the way he looked at her. “Sure I forgive you. It’s forgotten already.”
    She blushed. “Thanks. But I don’t deserve your kindness.”
    “I really like you, Emma. But deep down you know you need a man’s guidance…my guidance.”
    Her womb contracted at the way he said the word guidance . How did he manage to make a simple, innocuous word sound so sexy? How exactly would Zane guide her? He could certainly show her how to enjoy sex. The thought excited her. He was clearly into domination. What would he do to her? Tie her up, spank her, who knew what?
    “Shall we go to bed, Emma?”
    His sultry, provocative words hung in the air, refusing to disappear. She could barely breathe.
    He laughed and gently patted her hand. “My, my, you look just like a frightened rabbit caught in the headlights. I’ve several spare bedrooms upstairs, so you can take your pick or…you can sleep with me.”
    A warm feeling spread into her pussy. She liked Zane—a lot. “I’m not sure.” Emma squeezed her fingers to her forehead. “Christ, I’m a thirty-year-old woman, but I sound like a fucking virgin.”
    Zane came and knelt beside her. He placed his hands on hers, and slowly pulled her fingers away from her throbbing temples. He cupped her chin, and tilted her face to his. “In my world, that’s exactly what you are. A young virgin sub, waiting for her Master to guide and protect her.” He placed his finger to her lips when she made to protest. “Shhh, I can teach you things about yourself, Emma, but only if you’ll allow me to. I won’t force you to do anything against your will.”
    She stared into his riveting blue eyes. Her heart beat like a tiny bird caught in the mouth of a predator. Zane seriously turned her on, but he frightened her, too.
    “I know you’re scared, and aroused at the same time. That’s your dilemma.” He smiled and stared at her lips. “Shall I make a suggestion? Why don’t I show you a spare room where you can change and have a shower?” He then raised his gaze to hers. “Then if you feel more confident, my room is just across the hallway.”
    Nervous energy coiled deep within her, twisting her guts into a series of tight knots. Even though he appeared calm and measured on the outside, just staring into his all-knowing eyes, she