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ChapterFour
Roman
“What do you think?”
I look over at Logan, who’s been my best friend for twenty years, and shake my head ruefully.“I think I’m an idiot for letting you talk me into this,” I say drily, gesturing at the flat screen where couples vying for a spot on Logan’s reality show,The Power Games, are presenting their first audition scene, hoping to secure a spot as one of the twenty-eight contestants.
Logan laughs.“Come on, you’re the Domliest of Doms.Who better to help me choose the finalists?”
I arch a brow.“Domliest?”
“That’s Rachel’s word, not mine.”
I shake my head.“Marrying that girl has changed you.I’m not sure who’s the actual Dominant in that relationship anymore.”
Logan just smiles.“Love will do that to you, man.You should try it.”He glances over at me and his smile fades.“Shit.I’m sorry.I didn’t mean it like that.”
I hold up my hand, stopping him.“I know.Forget it.”
“It’s just ...maybe it’s time for you to look for something more than an endless string of impersonal scenes with a rotating stable of nameless submissives at the club.”
I grimace at his words.The truth is I’m getting tired of the club scene and the girls who inevitably think that me topping them or fucking them once or twice means I want a relationship.
“You’re right,” I admit.“Not about falling in love,” I quickly amend.“I’m not cut out for love.Not after what happened.In fact, never again.But I’ve been thinking I should find a sub, someone permanent that I can fuck on a regular basis who won’t expect anything more than what our contract stipulates.”
Logan studies me intently for a long moment, and then he gets that look in his eye that I know all too well.It’s the same look he got before we took on an entire bar of angry bikers our senior year at Stanford, and the same look that preceded a particularly interesting and unforgettable weekend in Tijuana.
“You should go on the show,” he suggests.
“Fuck you.You’re insane.”I dismiss his suggestion and turn back to the monitor.
The man who just flogged his sub to orgasm has finished and moved off the stage, and a new couple has come on.I lean forward in the tastefully upholstered chair in Logan’s suite, my eye caught by the flash of pale skin and a familiar riotous tumble of long dark hair.It’s the girl from the pool.Unlike the other subs so far who’ve donned an assortment of fetish wear for their audition, from corsets to black leather miniskirts, she’s dressed casually in a pair of white crocheted shorts and a sleeveless light-blue T-shirt, although the arms are cut just low enough to show a tantalizing glimpse of the side swell of her small round breasts.My lips twitch.She looks like she’s going for a sail instead of auditioning for a kinky pay-per-view show.
“Who is she?”I ask, nodding my head toward the screen.
Logan consults his spreadsheet.“Avalon Summers.Twenty-two years old, recently graduated from NYU with a degree in marketing and design, lives in New York City.She’s here auditioning with her Dom, Emmett Stone.That’s him.”He gestures to the copper-skinned, tattooed, muscular guy with close-cropped hair standing on the stage next to her.
“If that guy’s her Dom, I’m a fucking submissive,” I say skeptically.
The Dom leads her through the traditional slave poses and I watch, mesmerized, as she kneels with her legs slightly parted, revealing a creamy expanse of slim feminine thighs and then stands, her arms clasped behind her back, causing her small, pert breasts to jut out.When she bends over at the waist, grasping her ankles, I can feel my cock strain against the fly of my pants.
She clearly knows the positions, but her movements are stilted and awkward and completely lacking any fluidity or grace.I’ve never personally been into utilizing the slave positions, but if I did, I’d sure as hell make sure my sub could execute them seamlessly, and if she didn’t, I’d find some creative ways to ...encourage her.Her Dom, on the other hand, seems inordinately pleased with her, even patting her arm comfortingly when she hesitates before lowering herself onto her back and grasping her ankles.
“Hmmm, you’re right.”Logan turns to me.“How did you know he wasn’t her Dom?”he asks suspiciously.
“I saw them at the pool yesterday.He’s very protective of her, but he’s definitely not her Dom.There’s no sense of authority.In fact, if anything, he lets her take the lead.”I look back at the screen.“I may have pissed him off a bit at the pool.”
Logan’s eyes dance with laughter.“What did you do?”
“She was burning.I helped her with her sunscreen.”
“Knowing you, I’m assuming that means you gave her a lecture about being irresponsible, intimidated her into giving you the sunscreen, and then took it upon yourself to make sure it went on evenly over that beautiful fair skin.”
I shrug.“Something like that.She’s lucky I didn’t turn her over my knee.”
“I’ll be damned,” he says softly.“You like her.”
“I’m intrigued by her,” I correct.She’s a study in contrasts, and if I’m honest with myself, if bothers me that I can’t quite figure her out.Her demeanor is controlled and aloof, but there’s an enticing hint of vulnerability about her.And despite the definite air of almost awkward innocence about her, there’s a bruised and world-weary look in her eyes.I find myself wanting to peel back the layers and found out who she really is behind that mask of cool composure.
