The Dom with the Dragon Tattoo (Masters of Submission #5)(20)

Rebecca didn’t want to tell him that Mitch had unceremoniously dumped her because she couldn’t have kids. Her childhood leukemia had seen to that, but she’d always naively hoped that some sort of miracle would happen and she’d one day be able to conceive. How ridiculous was that? Her eggs had been irreparably damaged by the intensive chemotherapy when she was just ten years old. She’d been totally honest with him. Early on in their relationship, she’d told Mitch the truth. He’d been just fine about it, supportive even, but as time went on, she became increasingly aware he wanted children of his own, and his demeanor slowly became more dissatisfied and moody, until he eventually dropped the bombshell five years into their relationship. Bastard.


Truth be known, the knowledge that she couldn’t become pregnant sometimes made her feel less than a complete woman. Like some alien being that was superfluous to society. Seeing Rob and Samantha enjoying life with their beautiful children at the barbecue had hurt. Boy, had it hurt. They seemed to have it all. The perfect all-American family, in the perfect all-American house, with the perfect all-American kids. Their genuine happiness had twisted like a knife into her gut.

She’d had to stop herself from bursting into tears right there and then by making her excuses and heading for the house.

Maybe fate had intervened after all, because if she hadn’t rushed off, Tyler would never have come looking for her, and then she wouldn’t have enjoyed the best sex she’d ever had.

She loved the way he made her feel so special, like she was the only woman in the world and he wanted her all to himself. He was busy brushing his lips across her throat, and his hair had fallen forward, occasionally tickling her sensitive flesh. At least Tyler wasn’t pushing her to come clean, for now, and she was grateful for that. In the two months since they’d first met, she’d grown to like him immensely. They shared a connection, and she didn’t want to sour their blossoming relationship by adding a shitload of negative emotions into the mix.

Tyler rolled on top of her. By the predatory look in his eyes he was up for it again. “Well, Mitch’s misfortune is my gain.” He nudged her legs apart with his own then stared down into her eyes, his thighs pushing hers further apart.

Putting away her painful past, Rebecca decided to enjoy the here and now. She moaned softly as his huge, twitching cock probed deliciously at the entrance to her *. “Mmm.” She arched beneath him, her breasts rising erotically to graze against his sculpted pectorals. “Wow, your powers of recovery are out of this world.”

His eyes twinkled naughtily in the lamplight. “With all the deviant thoughts I’ve been having about you, why wouldn’t I be excited?”

She smiled into his gorgeous amber eyes, entirely mesmerized by him. “I see, so you’re admitting to lusting after one of your employees. I believe that’s called sexual harassment, Mr. Stone.” Rebecca enjoyed the banter and pushed it one step further by using his surname.

“Sexual harassment? You got that right.” She squealed with delight as he suddenly grabbed her hands and held them above her head before growling in her ear. “Oh, yes, Becca, but you’re not gonna complain about the boss, are you?”

“No.”

Pinned to the mattress by this beautiful man, she felt vulnerable but excited, too. The stubble on his jaw rasped against her cheek along with his hot breath. “There’s so much I want to do to you. I want to mold you to my will, and believe me, I have the perfect tool for the job.” As if to emphasize the point, he probed her * again with his rock-hard cock, making her squirm beneath him. “I can be your new Master.”

Hovering enticingly above her, his powerful forearms taking the strain, his broad shoulders blocking out the light, he looked, felt, and sounded so goddamned hot.

“My new Master?” Already knowing her answer, she licked her lips. “But I won’t be a pushover, especially when it comes to work, and we’d need to discuss my limits.”

“Is that a yes?” Studying her intently, he slowly slid his prick all the way in.

The sheer size of him made her head rock back, exposing her throat to his lips, as he began driving inside her, exquisitely swamping her and overpowering her with his presence. “Oh, yes, Goddamn it, yes, yes, yes.”





Chapter Ten




Tyler whistled to himself as he whipped the pancake batter one more time, and then oiled the surface of the griddle. Why shouldn’t he be happy? It was a beautiful Sunday morning, the sun was shining, and he’d just spent a memorable night getting to know Rebecca a little better.

A satisfied grin formed on his face as he waited patiently for the griddle to start smoking. After witnessing her true persona at Club Submission some two months ago, he’d thought Rebecca would make a passionate lover, and his time with her last night hadn’t disappointed. She certainly enjoyed giving and receiving pleasure, that was for sure, and the icing on the cake had been when she’d agreed to become his sub, albeit with a mountain of hard limits. He shook his head. The list was as long as his arm, but such details could be negotiated over time. The salient point was he had her agreement, and his slow and undoubtedly challenging exploration of her body and mind could now begin in earnest.

The griddle began smoking, and he ladled four equal portions of pancake batter onto the piping hot plate, allowing them to spread out naturally. When he heard Rebecca making her way down the stairs, he called out, “I’m over here, honey.” That was the beauty of open-plan living. Everywhere was accessible. Once she reached ground level, she sauntered sexily toward him. Wow. Naked apart from one of his shirts, she looked like a dream. As she walked across to him, he caught tantalizing glimpses of her silky-smooth * as the shirt flapped open. His cock was hard, and he figured she knew exactly what she was doing to him. A cat-that-got-the-cream smile lit up her beautiful face, while her glossy brown hair fell in sexy disarray about her shoulders. Her long, smooth, elegant legs seemed to go on forever. Wow. To him she looked like the epitome of feminine contentment and a shining example of what every woman should look like first thing in the morning.