When Sparks Ignite: Leather and Pleasure 2 by Jennifer Labelle Page B

“As you can tell by your surroundings you’re quite noticeable.”
    Eden blushed as she took in all the dark skimpy clothing. “I’ll keep that in mind if I ever come back then.”
    “Not if, but when...”
    “Excuse me,” Eden’s brows scrunched together in confusion.
    “When you come back,” He smiled and reached over to take her hand inside of his. “I’d really like you too, that is. In the meantime, I have a solution to your dress code problem, follow me.” Rhys pulled her forward, not waiting for an answer as he led her through the club to a door at the far end. Opening, it revealed a hallway with a set of stairs going up. It peaked her curiosity.
    “Where are you taking me? I normally don’t make it a habit to follow strange men into the unknown.”
    “I’m hardly strange,” He teased, flashing her a devilish smile, “And, I won’t bite unless you’d like me too. I like you, Eden, and I’m hoping that you’ll let me get to know you a whole lot better.”
    “I think I’d like that too.” She smiled and then exhaled unable to maintain eye contact as she confessed it. There was just something about his dark penetrating gaze that gave her goose bumps like he wanted to devour her, and boy she wanted to be devoured if he was the one doing it. Every time they touched it felt as if there were a spark igniting, making her heart beat faster and body ache for him to touch so much more. She’d suppressed her sexual urges for way too long and desperately needed some relief.
    Rhys opened another door at the top of the stairs, and allowed her to enter first. He watched her as she took in his loft. From the wooden floors to the high ceilings, his place was beautiful and very neatly kept. Eden hadn’t realized he moved behind her until his warm breath caressed her ear as she stood in his living room. “Let’s get one thing straight, my beautiful Eden. I want you. I want your permission to introduce you into the world you witnessed downstairs. I’ve waited so long for someone to ignite my passion again, and I’m not sure why, but I believe that person to be you.”
    Eden shivered as Rhys chose right then to nibble on her lobe. His tongue felt like heaven on her as he used it on her briefly to entice. It felt too good to be true. She closed her eyes and moaned, revelling in the feel of his hard body behind hers, his impressive arousal pressed against her back, and then he began to whisper, “Will you let me be your Dom, my sweet Eden? Give me the permission I seek to please you, and I promise to make it my greatest mission to fulfill your every need.”
    She bit her bottom lip to keep from making a fool out of herself, as she desperately held onto the moan that wanted to escape. It wouldn’t take much for her to come, and she knew even before he declared it, that he aimed to please. He oozed sex appeal, could have anyone he wanted, and yet he chose her that night. Why, she could care less. For right then he wanted her, and that’s all that mattered. Nodding her head ‘yes’, she whimpered before voicing her permission out loud. “Permission granted, Rhys, but I want to please you too!”
    “Uh, uhn!” He turned her around to face him, and wiggled a finger in front of her face. “Now, that I have your permission I need you to understand that as your Dom, you’ve trusted me with your needs and therefore, you will do as instructed. I will not be called by my first name unless I give you permission to do so. I liked your more formal “Mr. Evans” from downstairs.” He pulled her against him again and captured her lips with his, their tongues meeting with such great passion that Eden was breathless once he pulled away.
    Her chest heaved, as she tried to calm herself. “Yes, Mr. Evans.”
    “Good girl, now follow me.” Rhys led her towards his bedroom and handed her a pile of clothing. A large four post bed was positioned in the center. She noticed the soft silk sheets, and itched to lie on top