The Dom with the Dragon Tattoo (Masters of Submission #5)(11)

“Good choice. You gonna make an offer for it?”

Before she could answer, a boisterous explosion erupted from the house as Sam and Rob’s seven-year-old twins careened across the grass, giggling and shouting with unfettered, youthful joy. They ran straight to their parents.

“I’m first.” Rob Junior elbowed his twin sister out of the way.

Peyton looked close to tears. “Mom, tell him.”

Samantha stroked a hand through her little girl’s golden curls. “It’s okay, sweetie. Mommy will sort it all out.”

Tyler smiled and turned to Rebecca. “Sam’s such a natural mother. I’ve known her since high school. She never wanted a career. Her goal in life was just to become a mom. She’s a great girl, I’m glad it worked out for her.” He handed her a plate. “Ladies first.”

“Thanks.”

They joined the line for the hot, sizzling food smoking enticingly on the barbecue. Rebecca stood just in front of him, and he couldn’t take his eyes from her gorgeous glossy hair. Fucking hell, how he wanted to thread his fingers through those silky brown strands and bury his face in her perfumed locks.

Rebecca suddenly handed him back her plate. “Excuse me. I need to go to the bathroom.”

Tyler watched her walk toward the house. For some unknown reason she seemed upset, emotional even. Wondering why she’d given up her place in the dinner line, he decided to follow her inside.

The empty house seemed eerily quiet as he placed both plates on the kitchen table. He then searched the whole of the downstairs area. Nothing.

He stood at the bottom of the stairs and called out, “Are you up there? Rebecca, are you okay?” He heard her muffled reply and figured she was in the bathroom.

Not convinced that everything was fine, he climbed the stairs and rapped lightly on the bathroom door. “Are you all right in there, honey? You seem—” Tyler put his ear to the door and listened intently. The sound of running water suddenly stopped, and he heard the lock click open.

Rebecca’s beautiful face appeared around the door. Her cheeks held a pretty pink bloom. “I’m perfectly fine, Tyler, the smoke from that damned barbecue plays hell with my eyes. Sometimes contacts can be a real pain in the ass.”


Although she seemed a little pissed, Rebecca’s evident frustration only added to her beauty. The way she stood so close to him and the way she stared up into his eyes made him want to touch her. He tenderly stroked a hand down her cheek, allowing his thumb to trace the outline of her lips. Her skin was flawless and warm to the touch. Fucking hell, how he wanted this woman. His cock was hard, and, unable to resist temptation any longer, he leaned in and kissed her passionately. Her full red lips were cool and parted willingly under pressure from his own. Yeah, he liked the way she responded. Submissively. He forced his tongue inside her mouth, and she allowed its entry without a fight.

When he finally pulled away, her eyes looked hooded and aroused. “Tyler.” She barely whispered his name. “Why has it taken you so long?”

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you since I first saw you at the club in Boston.”

Her eyes widened with surprise. “What club in Boston?”

“You know damned well, honey. It’s time for the pretense to end. We’re on the same wavelength. We like the same things.”

She tried to push past him. “I don’t know what you mean.”

He forced her back against the wall. “Don’t play little miss innocent with me.” Tyler took hold of her hands and smoothed his thumbs over her palms. “You see, I know the real Rebecca Miles.” He stared into sultry brown eyes, assessing her reaction, then lifted her hand to his mouth and sucked each individual finger in turn. She seemed disorientated, almost shell-shocked, and he figured her defenses were finally starting to crumble. He raised her hands high above her head and pinned them against the wall. Her back instinctively arched, and her pelvis crushed against his, making his hard-on engorge with even more blood.

Rebecca struggled to free herself, but he figured she did it halfheartedly. “Tyler, let me go, please.”

“Listen to me. This cold, sexless image you portray at work is just a fa?ade.”

She struggled again, trying to twist from his grasp, but this time her resolve seemed even weaker. “Please, Tyler,” she begged. Her big brown eyes pleaded with him, appealing to his dominant nature.

Tyler knew he was right, and no amount of denial from her would change that fact. He stared into her eyes, daring her to turn from him. “Away from work you’re a natural submissive. A woman like you needs a Master to care for her.”

When Rebecca heard the word “submissive,” she stopped struggling completely. “What do you mean? What do you know about me?”

Her breathing was fast and panicky, and when he swept his tongue across her parted lips, a soft, feminine moan came from her, making his cock throb with sexual anticipation.

“Let’s cut the crap, Rebecca, or should I say Dana. I attended the masquerade party at Club Submission, too.”

He watched her bristle with indignation as she attempted to regain her composure. “I don’t know any Club Sub—”

“You said you liked my tattoo,” he interrupted.

She violently shook her head. “No, you’re mistaken. I’ve never even heard of the place.”