Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 149137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Either way, she was going to let him make the decision, let him take control. This was the time when he needed her submission the most. He didn’t need it in the real world. He needed a partner there, and she rather thought he’d been surprised by how well they worked together. He asked her opinion, followed it most of the time, allowed her to take the lead when it came to security.
But when he got that look in his eyes, she knew the time had come to give him the other piece of herself—the part that submitted to the right Master.
Her body was still, but she could feel a ripple of pure arousal start to flow. He stared at her in the mirror, their eyes locking in understanding.
He needed what only she could give him.
Yep, that did it for her.
“Private?” one of the salespeople asked, as though she’d forgotten the definition of the word.
Josh’s eyes never left hers, holding still as though neither would move again until they were alone and could find their proper roles. “Kayla, have you decided on that gown?”
She shook her head. “I think I need a couple of minutes to decide, but they could start preparing the rest of the order. It should take them a while because I’m going to want it all.”
A little gasp left the sales staff as though they’d collectively realized what that meant. Money. Lots of commission. Enough that they could let go of any prudish ideas rattling around in their heads.
The lead saleswoman was suddenly all solicitous concern. “This whole section of the store can be made private. For bridal and formal wear, of course. You need a lot of space for gowns like these. I’ll pull these curtains down, tie them together, and you’ll have your own private space. Please take all the time you need to decide. We’ll handle everything else.”
One of the younger women’s eyes widened. “But I think he means to…”
The lead put her perfectly manicured hand up. “Appreciate how beautiful this dress is and very likely decide to purchase it along with all the others? Yes, I think that’s what he’s going to do, too. Chrissy, why don’t you go and turn up the music? It’s far too low. We don’t want it to sound like a tomb in here after all.”
That was an experienced salesperson.
The heavy velvet curtains dropped and she found herself alone with him. The question was which Josh was she about to get? He liked to play roles. She’d watched him do it. There was the private Josh and the one who showed up a party, the all-business Josh and the one who built walls faster than anyone she’d seen before.
But this one? Hungry Dom.
Was Hungry Dom also Hurt Dom?
“Josh? What happened?”
He shook his head. “Take off the dress if you want to keep it. I don’t care either way.”
He would pay for it even if he left it in tatters on the floor, but he was going to have her naked one way or another. She got that message loud and clear. Luckily it was a fairly easy dress to get out of. Flowy was always easier than tight. She turned to watch him as she undid the belt at her waist and then eased the bodice down. No bra. No way she could hide the fact that her nipples were tightly peaked and he hadn’t put a hand on her yet.
“I’m serious, Kayla. Get rid of the dress. This is a dungeon now. I told you when you signed that contract that I would have you when I wanted and where I wanted. When I wanted and how I wanted.”
Yes, his want was perfectly clear to her. His want was need, and that made everything different. She shoved the dress down and laid it over one of the chairs left behind in the space. She pushed the thong she wore over her hips, placed it with the dress, and then turned back to him. He hadn’t mentioned the shoes and likely wouldn’t, so she crossed the space between them, her sky-high Yves Saint Laurents making no sound on the carpet before she sank down in front of him. Knees wide, palms up, head bowed.
“How can I serve you, Joshua?”
He was silent for a moment and she watched his boots. They didn’t make a move. He was tightly coiled and she waited for him to go off. “Just like that?”
“Yes. No questions asked. No need to talk unless you want to. You need my submission and it’s yours.”
A hand touched her head and then she felt his fingers sink in, twisting lightly at first. “I wonder if you mean that.”
“I do.”
He kept twisting and pain flared along her scalp. A bite, nothing more, and then he was petting her again. Then another, longer twist, a harder bite that had her gasping and biting back a moan. “Will you mean it when I’m rougher than I’ve ever been? Will you mean it when you realize everyone in this store is listening to what I do to you?”