On Becoming His by Benjamin T. Russell, Cassandre Dayne Page A

shaking, Jessie wasn’t entirely certain he’d understand what she was trying to say or what she wanted. Her instinct to shut down grabbed her hard, stealing her breath. As she struggled in his arms, she heard his soft whispers and squeezed her eyes, allowing tears to slip from her eyes. As she pushed hard against him, she could no longer hold back her emotions.
    “It’s okay.”
    “ Aaahhh !” But was it? Tipping her head back, a strangled moan escape d her lips as she continued to fight but the tighter he held her, drawing him into his chest and rubbing her back, the more she lost it. Weeping, she finally gave up and fell into his arms. As he cradled her, kissing the top of her head and whispering such sweet and very loving words, she knew she was right about the man, about their connection and about what she wanted.
    She would belong to him.
     
    Shivering, Jessie blinked over and over again as she fanned her face. He’d said little after that, simply picked her up and slowly took her into her bedroom where he made love to her slowly and with more passion than they had before . W hile he was always the aggressor in bed, commanding and wanting more and more of her, on that night he was simply her lover. She’d never forget the way he reacted as long as she lived. And since that beautiful night of awakening she’d never turned back. While questions remained, she knew then as she did now, Luke Brennan was her Dom and she would submit to him fully and completely in body, heart, soul and will. She was becoming his.
    Jessie sighed and glanced at her watch. Shocked she’d been daydreaming for almost two hours , she had no doubt getting the report done she needed was going to mean concentrating completely. She worked fast and furiously and as she hit sent she groaned. The report was thirty minutes late. Oh hell, she was Vice President for God’s sake. They could wait for her for a little while.
    About to get up from the computer, she noticed a new email. When she looked at the tagline she inhaled, her pulse skipping, seeing it was from Luke. Her entire body quivering like a kid in a c andy store, she opened his email and sighed. A s anticipated, a contract or contracts appeared in front of her , waiting . Exhaling slowly, she licked her dry lips and took a moment before reading his note.
     
    Jezebel,
    If you have decided, here are some terms of our agreement and one from both parties. Of course we can discuss several of them and you may feel free to add to the rules I will impose and in fact I encourage you to add those you feel you need. There are a few that I will take zero exception to and I need you to fully understand them prior to my entrance tonight. If you don’t understand, please send me an email. Here is the list of what I require without question.
     
    Now Jessie was shivering from head to toe. Shit. Require? Of course they’d talked about rules but now this was real, completely real. Okay, she needed a glass of wine to read this. No, she needed a stronger drink before she read the rules. One drink, maybe two tops and she’d take it easy. Convincing herself, she had to laugh all the way into the kitchen. She made a screwdriver, a very strong screwdriver, and eased back into the living room, selecting Nickelbac k as her music of choice for the afternoon .
    Taking a huge gulp of her drink, she eased down into the chair and nodded several times as she hummed to the music before she had the guts to open Luke’s first attachment and could tell there were two contracts . She scanned the first few lines and had to take another sip . “Oh God.” This was serious. This was… Shaking away her fears, she continued reading. The first one was the contract he was prepared to enter into with her and for some reason she sighed seeing all the promises of commitment and caring, making sure she was safe and unharmed. He also stated very clearly in the passage that he would be consistent in methods of punishment and in