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

could tell he wanted her. His gaze held the look a hawk gives its prey, dominant and merciless. It was frightening and incredibly exciting. Emma cautiously nodded, grateful he’d given her the time to make a decision.
    Zane took her in his arms and carried up the stairs two at a time. He pushed open a door with his foot, and she peered into a luxurious bedroom. A curved bay window complemented beautiful French doors, which opened out onto a wonderful terrace. She was sure in the morning light, the pale blue room with its white gossamer curtains would be a wonderful tranquil place to wake up. It was so light and airy.
    He placed her gently on the lush carpet. “Easy now, baby. Don’t put too much weight on that ankle for a day or two.”
    “Thank you. I promise I won’t.”
    He opened a wardrobe and pulled out one of his shirts. “Here, if you feel the need to cover your modesty, you can slip this on.”
    “Thanks, I will. I am English, after all.”
    Zane laughed. “The bathroom is through there.” He pulled her into his arms and delivered a kiss that was as devastating as the one they’d shared at the club. “Don’t forget, I’m just across the hall if you need me.” He angled her face to his, holding her gaze. “There’s one thing you need to remember though, Emma. If you do come to my room, you won’t be leaving until morning. Do you understand?”
    “Yes, Zane. I fully understand.”
    “Excellent. Then understand this also, a D/s relationship is a power exchange. You hand over your control to me, and I’ll give you all the orgasms you could ever want.”
    Discussing sex so openly made the breath hitch in her throat. Back home in England she’d had a conservative upbringing. No one ever spoke of such things, least of all her parents and boyfriends.
    “I don’t give up control very easily,” she told him haughtily. If he thought she’d fall at his feet, he had another thing coming.
    “I know. But in my opinion all this feminist bullshit is killing the country.”
    Emma folded her arms defensively across her chest. “You must be a male chauvinist, if you think woman aren’t equal to men?”
    “On the contrary, women are equal to men in almost every way. They can run countries for Christ’s sake, but when it comes to the bedroom, they need to relinquish control, and hand it back to the male of the species, just as nature intended. Why do you think there are so many unhappy women across America right now?”
    “Money worries?”
    “Wrong.” He pulled her into his arms and whispered close to her ear. “They’re unhappy because they need a good fucking from someone who knows what they’re doing. They want to be spread open and devoured as though they’re the last woman on the planet.” Heat flooded her cheeks at his colorful description.
    Zane smiled at her obvious embarrassment, and smoothed a thumb over her lips. “It would be my pleasure to introduce you to my world, pretty lady.” With a quick affectionate tap to her nose he began walking away.
    She watched his tall, broad frame retreat through the bedroom door. I get the feeling this man is playing with me. He’s so full of ego. He thinks I’m going come to his room and fall at his feet. Emma went into the bathroom. Well he can’t possibly know what I’m going to do, because I don’t even know myself.
    During a long hot shower, the same insistent image kept filling her mind—Zane—beautiful, handsome, Zane. She just couldn’t shake his face from her mind. He was so charismatic and so fucking sexy, too. She was sure he could deliver on his promises and more besides. Should she walk across the hall and go to his room? Did she trust him enough?

Chapter Nine
     
    Two hours later
     
    Unable to sleep, Emma lay on top of the bed, staring at the ceiling. Her mind kept coming back to Zane. Was he waiting for her across the hallway? Tonight at the club he’d opened up the possibilities of a new way of life. He’d shown her something