Second Touch (Emma's Arabian Nights, #2) by Ann Mayburn Page B

that?”
    “Will you give me something to mark me as belonging to you? I want everyone there to know that you’re my Mistress, that you own my body and heart, because it’s true. It doesn’t have to be a collar, I know that for some people a collar is something that’s earned over time, but I want some visible mark of your ownership.”
    His request struck all the right notes in her heart and she blew out a harsh breath. He was right, collaring a submissive did mean something serious to her and she wasn’t quite ready for that step with him. In some ways him wearing her collar was just as serious as her wearing his engagement ring. She had to laugh at herself as she got a giddy, totally girly thrill from imagining having his ring on her finger.
    “I’ll think of something. Are you sure about this? I really don’t want you to feel any pressure for us to attend. If you just wanted to go on a regular vanilla date that would be totally fine.”
    “Relax, it’s okay, I promise. I’m not going to freak out and run screaming like a virgin walking into an orgy. This won’t be the first play party I’ve been to. During my training I went to plenty of parties with Mistress Dawn and her submissive boyfriend, and I didn’t just watch.”
    She didn’t like the thought of Ryan playing with another Domme. Yes, she appreciated the fact that the other woman had obviously done a good job with his training, but he was hers now, and she didn’t like imagining him having sex with this faceless Mistress Dawn. A hard ball of jealousy settled in her stomach at the thought of Ryan touching the mysterious Domme who had no doubt had the pleasure of fucking him. “Let me make something clear right now, I don’t want you playing with another Domme. You are mine, do you understand? Mine .”
    The possessive growl in her voice should have embarrassed her, but she meant every word she said.
    Instead of laughing, Ryan answered in an equally growly tone, “As if I could belong to anyone else. I’ve been yours since our first kiss.”
    Her cheeks heated and she marveled that, she, the woman who’d done just about every kinky thing one person could do to another, was blushing over one man’s devotion. “I…thank you.”
    “Do you want me to meet you there or pick you up?”
    Looking around her modest apartment she felt embarrassment at Ryan seeing where she lived compared to his mansion. Then again, he probably already knew where she lived because of his cyberstalking. He probably knew exactly how little money she had in her bank account as well, and she had to admit she liked the idea of her nosy neighbors watching her walk out of the building with Ryan. They were always trying to set her up with their brothers, or cousins, or friends.
    “You can pick me up at my place. I’m assuming you know the address?”
    He cleared his throat. “Why do you say that?”
    “Oh, please, Ryan. Save the innocent act for someone who hasn’t been a victim of your cyberstalking.”
    “What?”
    “When you researched me and found out where I worked? I’m sure you also got my home address.”
    For a few moments he didn’t say anything, then sighed. “I have your address.”
    She grinned. “That’s what I thought. See you tomorrow night at seven?”
    “Sounds good to me. What should I wear?”
    “Hmmmm….” The mental image of Ryan in a variety of bondage gear spilled through her head like watching a porn on fast forward. “Do you own any leather pants?”
    “Of course.” He chuckled. “I have a pair that unzips on either side for easy removal if you’d like.”
    “Oh yes, wear those.” She clenched her thighs at the thought of slowly unzipping Ryan out of his clothes, revealing his muscular legs one delicious inch at a time. Moira would lose her fucking mind and Emma did love teasing her friend.
    “I’ll see you then. And, Emma?”
    “Yes?”
    “Thank you for calling me. I can’t tell you how much it means to me. And I just want