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Chapter One
Joshua Lars kissed my lips like he owned them. His capable hands—those of a famed master sculptor—swept over my shoulders, sending my red designer dress down my body, past my hips to spill like a puddle at my feet. Languid and thorough, he made love to my mouth as if I were a masterpiece he sought to mold.
As he unfastened my bra and tossed it to the floor, his intoxicating scent made me dizzy. I clung to him, trembling with anticipation, as he lashed his tongue up the column of my neck before devouring each pebbled peak and the aching flesh around them.
From the moment he’d pressed me up against the door of his studio and kissed me breathless until he’d lowered me onto his bed, Joshua’s jade-colored eyes held a piercing command. And as his body hovered over mine, all sinewy and taut while his bicep muscles bunched and rippled, I quivered beneath his steely erection pressed against my belly.
As a shock of his wheat-colored hair fell over his brow, I reached up to brush it away, but he clasped my hand. Then, with a barely perceptible shake of his head, he raised my arms over my head and pinned my wrists to the mattress.
My pussy clenched.
My heart skipped.
His Dominant gesture stole my breath as the need to submit surged through my veins. I hadn’t let a man command me for years. I wasn’t about to start now.
I struggled to break free, but Joshua shook his head.
“Easy, Mellie. I’m not going to hurt you.” His voice was smooth, like fine-aged brandy. “Tell me, little one, are you what I hope you are?”
His actions, his ragged whisper, put a chink in my armor and made the burning pulse of surrender rise higher. “What exactly is it that you hope I am?”
“Don’t play innocent. You know what I’m talking about. Earlier tonight, while you were staring at my sub statue, the glow on your face aroused my suspicion. But when you started to cry, it was as if you’d opened a window to your soul. I keep catching glimpses of your true nature, but it’s elusive, like smoke. There and smoldering one second, then floating away on the wind the next. It’s as if you’re trying to deny your feelings.”
What. The. Fuck? Out of all the men I’d been with—and there had been plenty—not one had ever sensed the sleeping submissive inside me. Yet, ninety minutes with the world-renowned artist Joshua Lars, and his Dominant radar saw right through the thick, sturdy walls I’d painstakingly constructed.
His lips brushed mine in a feathery-light kiss. “I’m dying to taste your surrender.”
His words unnerved me. “I-I don’t know what you mean,” I lied. “Stop talking and fuck me.”
To throw him off my submissive scent, I arched my hips and rubbed my pussy against his cock, aiming to coax him into a down-and-dirty, dazzling, one and done that I could handle. Diving into BDSM waters—especially with Joshua—would be like jumping off a cruise ship without a life vest. I didn’t want or need to take my chances in those shark-infested waters again.
Lifting my head, I tried to force him to kiss me. He reared back with an arch of his brows. Disapproval lined his face. I’d never have the upper hand with the man, and it should have scared the hell out of me. Instead, it turned me on even more.
This is going to be tricky.
“Ah ah ah, play nice, pet. I won’t allow you to top me. We’re going to take the path that’s got you so skittish, because it’s the same one that has you wet and ready.” He bent and nuzzled his lips close to my ear. “I can smell your cunt, little one. It makes my mouth water.”
I didn’t know what to say. He pinned me with a dissecting stare. His breath fluttered over my lips. Unable to look at him without wanting to melt in surrender, I cast my gaze to the golden patch of hair between his flat nipples. I couldn’t risk him seeing those submissive parts of me I’d hidden.
“Yes, that’s the one. My, my, what a gorgeous little thing you are.”
His low, raspy praise sent lashes of fire dancing up my spine. It felt as if the devil himself had licked me with his scorching tongue.
Cinching both of my wrists into one hand, he skimmed his other down my body, pausing to roll each of my beaded nipples between his fingers and thumb. Shards of electricity shot south and gathered behind my already throbbing clit.
“Your safeword is fantasy, because that’s what you are—a fantasy that’s been plucked straight from my dreams.”
Lord help me. The man had seduction down to a science. Combined with his potent Dominance, I didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or run for my life.
Desperate to keep this encounter as vanilla as possible, I scoffed. “What the hell is a safeword?”
Joshua narrowed his eyes. “Don’t lie to me, pet. Lie to yourself all you want, but I’ve already seen everything I need to.”
He bent and pressed his lips to mine with a kiss so explosive it stole my breath. Surrender, like a long-lost blanket, enveloped me, and for one brief moment I didn’t care if he saw through my mask or not. The need to please him cracked my walls, and the stroke of his demanding tongue had my submission seeping through.
My mind was still spinning when I felt the cool tip of his latex-shrouded cock slide between my heated folds.
“Yes,” I gasped, arching in willing compliance.
