The Billionaire Submissive (Billionaires in Bondage) by Joely Sue Burkhart Page B

punishment”.
    Furious—at himself for leaping to such ridiculous conclusions about the luscious Mistress L—he spun his chair around and stared out the window so he didn’t have to look at her. And she can’t see my reaction. “It’s all very neat and tidy, Mistress L.”
    “Yes, it is,” she replied simply. “If there are services the submissive’s interested in which aren’t on my contract, then I’m not the appropriate Mistress for him to consider.”
    His hand clenched on the pen so hard it leaked ink on his hand. Idiot. You’re going to destroy your father’s last gift to you, and for what? Your pride? Utter despair? Years and years of emptiness and shallow relationships, meaningless sex that never scratches the bone-deep need I carry.
    “Given our discussion last night, I didn’t think this contract would be suitable for our…needs.”
    He almost wheeled back around to see her face. Surely she was joking again. Leading him on to get what she wanted. She played to his arrogant conclusions oh so well, leading him on only to shut him down like the fool he was. I thought she was the One. The one woman who would be able to see that need in me and for the first time in my life, meet it completely. I thought…
    Her hand came down on his right shoulder and he flinched so hard he almost fell out of his chair.
    “Donovan. Aren’t you even going to look at me?”
    He squeezed his eyes shut, even while his body lapped up such an insignificant touch like he’d just stumbled into a private harem of women dedicated to his every secret whim and desire. “I can’t.”
    She laughed softly, the sound running over his skin like silk. Her scent filled his nose, something spicy that made his mouth water. Warm and rich and sweet yet not flowery. This was an earthy scent. Raw passion. Sex. Heat. “Why not?”
    “Because if I look at you, I might very well drag you into my lap and ravish you.”
    When she plopped down into his lap, his eyes flew open with alarm. “You’re welcome to try.”
     
    Donovan swallowed so hard she could see his throat working beneath his tie and shirt. “Isn’t this kind of physical contact forbidden by your contract?”
    She had to congratulate him on his forbearance. He managed to keep his hands off her, even though one hand was clenched on the pen and the other gripped the arm of his chair so hard his knuckles were white. “I guess you’ll have to read the new contract and see what’s forbidden and what’s allowed.”
    She squirmed deeper in his lap until his erection pressed against her hip. Clenching his teeth, he tossed the pen on his desk and clamped both hands on her shoulders. “What are you doing to me?”
    “Tormenting you.” She twisted her upper body toward him so she could prop one elbow on his chest. “Tormenting myself. Isn’t it fun?”
    “No.” His breathing was so ragged he sounded like an asthmatic. “Not fun. Not when I can’t…”
    “We haven’t come to any agreement yet, Donovan.” She loved the way his eyes dilated and his nostrils flared every time she said his name. It was almost as fun as watching his lips tighten into a firm slant when she punished him by returning to Mr. Morgan. “There aren’t any rules yet. I haven’t—”
    As she hoped, he broke every one of the rules he’d just read in her standard contract by pressing his lips to hers. He inhaled her lips, pushing his tongue into her welcoming mouth on a long, deep groan of need. She threaded her fingers in his dark hair and gripped his head firmly, keeping him pinned while she kissed him back. She sucked on his tongue, pressing her teeth into him until he groaned harder. His right hand immediately landed on her thigh and began the slide up beneath her skirt.
    Fisting her hand tighter in his hair, she pulled his head back to break the kiss. “Naughty, naughty boy. Let’s see… You’ve failed to answer the Mistress’s questionnaire, you’ve pressed your genitals against her,