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His heart was pounding in a low-key pleasant manner, his cock tightening. Simmering. Not exploding. In control. He felt perfectly in control.
Why did he even question himself? He’d never attacked a sub. When he was younger he’d been on a path to being an excellent top, and he’d let life derail him.
He hadn’t let anything derail him. He’d had no choice.
“Dare, do you want to talk about it?” Tasha stood in the entryway of the big suite that had seemed ridiculous at the time and now felt perfect because he could show her how nice it might be to be his sub.
Except you would have to hide her or your father would find a way to destroy her.
“I don’t, sweetness.” He shoved all the bad shit to the back of his head. “It doesn’t matter tonight. All that matters is you and how fucking gorgeous you are. Can we agree that once you walk into the living area, we’re playing and basic rules apply?”
For a moment she looked like she would argue, would demand that they pick at that wound that never seemed to close, but then her shoulders relaxed. “I never did like basic, Sir, but I can handle that this evening. I prefer to have options, so I would like to use the stoplight system, though if I say red I mean it.”
She wanted the opportunity to slow him down. He would like that as well. But she should understand a few things. “I won’t make you even come close to saying red. It’s been a long time since I played. I’ll be extremely bossy during sex, but I won’t go far past that. I’m afraid I don’t even have a kit anymore.”
“I think you could be creative if you wanted to, but I’ll take what I can get,” she replied, moving into his space. “How about we D/s light for the evening? You be your bossy self and understand that I enjoy a bite of pain. That thing you did with my hair was perfect. I’d like for you to twist my nipples, too.”
He hissed as his cock went full-on eager puppy and all the blood in his body seemed to go right to his groin. “You’re going to kill me, Tash. I don’t think I’ve ever met a woman like you.”
“See, if you’d stayed at your club, you’d probably be surrounded by them and I wouldn’t be such a glorious revelation.” Those dark tresses shook as she smiled and turned and walked purposefully into the big living area of the suite.
Because she was a woman who knew what she wanted, and fuck all, he was happy she wanted him tonight. She was exactly that. A glorious revelation. He’d kissed the hell out of her right in front of anyone walking down the street, and he hadn’t thought about anything but how soft and hot her mouth was and how those luscious lips would feel wrapped around his cock. The world had floated away, or even if it hadn’t, he hadn’t given a damn what anyone thought.
It was freeing.
He followed her into the living area. The room had obviously been cleaned and turned down because the shades were drawn, but during the day they opened and gave a spectacular view of the beach. He wondered what she would look like wrapped up in a robe, drinking coffee as they stared out at the beach in the morning.
His company did some business in Dallas. This didn’t have to be a one-night stand. She was here in Sydney for a couple of weeks. Maybe he could stretch his time here, too.
She glanced around. “You’re not some low-level employee, are you, Dare?”
He didn’t want to go into his family. If he had his way, she would never get anywhere near those sharp-toothed sharks. His family was proof that not all Canadians were kind and pleasant to be around. They could be ruthless as well. “I do okay. This was kind of a last-minute gig, so we took what was available. Take your clothes off, Tasha.”
“Impatient man,” she murmured. “I thought you wanted to have a drink and talk about things.”
“That was before you pushed my every button, so now I want you naked.” Was she going to push him even further? He wasn’t sure he could stand it if this all turned out to be one big tease.
Did she know who he was? Who his family was? Hell, she could have been sent here by his family. It wouldn’t be the first time one of the fuckers tried to control him through blackmail. Or sent in a woman to spy on him.
The sweetest smile hit her face, and she started to unbutton her blouse. “Yes, Sir. I think we’ve talked enough.”
When she smiled like that, all his suspicions flew out of his head. When she smiled, he didn’t care who’d sent her as long as he got to have her.
