Submissive Beauty by Eliza Gayle

Thomas’ mind. His intentions were to not get too involved. Attachments were for the David’s of the world not him. “It’s not going to happen. You asked for my help, and I’m happy to give it.” Thomas traced the etched groove of his glass as he remembered the smooth expanse of Gabrielle’s ass. An overwhelming hunger threatened his mind. God, he’d wanted to take her so bad he’d nearly lost it.
    “And in the meantime?”
    “In the meantime, nothing.”
    David swallowed his drink and stood. He crossed to the small bar, and Thomas listened to him pour another drink. They were both in trouble.
    “You don’t think she’s in the right place?”
    “Oh, she’s in the right place all right. In fact, she’d be prime picking for a less scrupulous Dom.” An unsettling thought. The idea of her being broken tore at his mind.
    “Then it’s settled. Tomorrow night at dinner, we spell out the terms for her and see where things lead. Hell, she might say no.” David returned to his seat and flashed his trademark devil-made-me-do-it smile.
    “She won’t.”
    David held up his glass in salute. “I do admire your confidence, my friend.”
    “I’d call it more instinct rather than confidence.” His gut was telling him far more than that. They definitely needed to proceed carefully with her. But as much as his head told him to walk away, his mind filled with the image of her at Sanctuary. The innocent rapture across her face had mesmerized him from the first moment he’d lain eyes on her. Her ability to get caught up in a scene she wasn’t even participating in astounded him.
    He’d been determined to learn more about her, and Angel had been more than willing to fill him in on her situation. Freshly divorced and desperately in need of a good Dom to teach her was how Angel had described her friend. She’d been right about the “in need” part. He’d felt that first hand. Angel had assured him her friend would be open to an arrangement of his liking. So then why was his stomach tied in such severe knots it would take more than a bondage expert to get them undone?
    “You are going to explain the situation to her when she comes for dinner tomorrow night, right?”
    Thomas didn’t like the tone of David’s question. Of course, he would. And he’d do whatever it took to get her to accept. Any other option made pain throb behind his right eye and forced him to imagine her with someone else learning what he ached to teach her. She was clearly on a quest that suited her well. If he and David didn’t intervene someone else would.
    Thomas gripped his glass tightly until his fingers ached. It wasn’t the knowledge she’d seek from another that motivated him. No, it was the events of the last hour that stuck in his brain, sinking deep into his pores. From the exquisite flesh she’d eagerly bared to him all the way to the fear waiting in her eyes, she frankly appealed to him on a level he’d not felt in too long to remember. And this wasn’t exactly his first rodeo.
    The image of his fingers in her mouth was now burned into his retinas. The fantasy of her lips stretched by the width of his cock instead would likely drive him to jerk off before the night ended.
    Somehow, her scent still tickled his nose, and the desire to taste her overwhelmed him. Oh yes, tomorrow night would prove to be very interesting indeed.
    “Earth to Thomas.” David waved his hands in front of Thomas’ face to catch his attention.
    He lifted his gaze and frowned.
    “Where’d you go, man?”
    “I was just thinking.” Obsessing more like it. What the hell was happening to him? This lack of control bothered him.
    “I gathered that. Are you sure you want me in on this, Thomas? I can bow out now, and you and Gabrielle can examine whatever this is.” David waved his hand in the general direction in front of him.
    “What? No.” Thomas blew out a hard breath. “Nothing’s changed. This isn’t about just me. Tomorrow night, we’ll