Destined for the Dom (Masters of Submission, #2)(18)
“I know, and it scares me…” She paused briefly, searching for the right words. “But it draws me in, too. The playroom is like a powerful magnet that I simply can’t resist. I know I should run in the opposite direction. I mean, any sane woman would, but I can’t seem to get it out of my head. I want more of what happens in there. I want to experience it again.”
“Listen, Zo?, the playroom is my fantasy. It’s where I can let go completely and be true to myself. Being dominant comes naturally to me.”
She leaned forward and kissed his lips. “I feel like I could be your natural submissive, Hunter, but only in the playroom. Outside, I’m my own woman, and don’t you ever forget it.”
Chapter Nine
Ten days later
Zo? held up a short black skirt and low-cut red top for Hunter’s approval. “Is this okay to wear to Club Submission?” She’d just had a shower and stood in front of him, wearing panties and a black lace bra.
“Yeah, it’ll match the color of your hair, if nothing else.” Hunter rested on the bed, his head supported by pillows as he waited for Zo? to get ready. He glanced at his watch, wondering just how long it would take. Women.
Zo? self-consciously smoothed a hand over her short black locks. “Don’t you like my hair, Hunter?”
“Peaches, I love your hair. It really suits you.” He smiled to show he meant what he said.
“Then why the sarcasm?”
“For a woman who strutted her stuff at Les Belles for twelve years, you’ve chosen some mighty conservative clothes to wear to a BDSM club.” He could never figure out what made a woman tick. They were a law unto themselves.
Zo? shrugged. “It’s just this time. I want to see what all the other women are wearing, and get to know people first.”
Hunter smiled, and patted the bed. “Come over here. Whatever you wear, you’ll look sensational. I’m just a little surprised that’s all. I didn’t see you as the shy, retiring type.”
“Now you are being sarcastic.”
Her lips pouted petulantly as she walked across and then lay on the bed beside him. He put his arms protectively around her, keeping her safe. Zo?’s warm, feminine skin, and alluring perfume, heightened his senses. God, she’s beautiful. What have I done to deserve a woman like this? Hunter had been on Air Marshal duty for the past week and a half, constantly flying between New York and LA. He’d been drafted in at short notice, in response to a perceived terrorist threat. He’d arrived back less than six hours ago, and although he was bushed, he was getting ready to take her to Club Submission for the first time. “I’ve really missed you, Peaches.”
She cuddled up to him, and in her best baby-girl voice said, “I’ve really missed you, too.”
He smoothed a hand down her cheek. “So what have you been up to while I was away?”
Zo? idly traced her fingertips over his chest, enjoying the smattering of dark masculine hair. She paid particular attention to his pierced nipples, tugging them slightly before licking and sucking them. She knew his nipples were super sensitive and enhanced his sexual arousal. “I’ve been so horny without you, Hunter. I’ve had to touch myself every hour, on the hour. My * has been constantly wet.” She loved to tease him, making his prick go hard.
Her small hand skimmed across his stomach. She undid the button on his leather pants, and slid her hand lower. He felt his balls tighten as her fingers squeezed his prick.
He stilled her progress, by covering her hand with his. “Careful, or I might not take you to Club Submission after all.”
“Sounds like a good idea to me,” she purred. “Do we really need to go?”
Hunter chuckled. “You’re one horny little girl tonight.”
“You know I am. I’ve been on my own for nine nights, Hunter. I was hoping you’d take me straight to bed.”
He cupped her chin and looked into her beautiful elfin face. Zo?’s short black hair, complemented by the two red streaks, enthused her spirit with vivacity. Bright-green eyes framed by the longest, darkest lashes he’d ever seen stared back, tempting him to f*ck her ass and cunt right there and then. Creamy smooth breasts, held tightly in the lacy black bra, heaved excitedly. Later, he would enjoy unfettering those gorgeous tits, and allow them to bounce free, but for now he had a plan. “I’d love to f*ck you here and now, Peaches, but seeing as I’m in charge, I’m gonna make you wait.”
“Hunter! You’re so mean.” She playfully thumped him on the shoulder.
“It’s in my nature. That’s why I’m the Master, and you’re the slave. But just to show you I have a benevolent side, too, I’ve brought you back a gift from my travels.”
Zo? squealed with delight, clapping her hands enthusiastically together. “You have?”
“You bet.” He rummaged through his luggage that he hadn’t yet unpacked. “Ah, this is it.” When he found what he was looking for, he turned and handed it to her. “I want you to wear this at Club Submission tonight.”
“Why, what is it?” She excitedly squeezed the small package, wondering what lay inside. Enthusiasm finally got the better of her, and she ripped the pretty wrapping paper apart. Zo? looked puzzled as she studied the strange device, holding it up to the light and twisting it in her hand. “What the hell is it, Hunter?”