The Dom with the Dragon Tattoo (Masters of Submission #5)(25)

His weight lay intimately spooned across her back for what seemed an age before he finally lifted from her. She immediately missed his warm breath against her ear and the scent of his expensive cologne as he stood upright.

She should be angry with him. After all, he’d taken advantage of her in his office. I could have used my safe word. He hunkered down and tenderly kissed each butt cheek in turn before hoisting up her panties and rearranging her skirt in a manner more appropriate for work. As she lay stunned across his desk, he unbuckled the leather strap and removed the ball gag from her mouth. Rebecca exercised her jaw several times, trying to restore some feeling.

“Better?” he asked.

She nodded.

“Does your butt sting?”

She reached behind and ran a hand over her reddened rump. “A little.”

He pulled her upright and smiled into her eyes. “It was for your own good.”

For some unknown reason she couldn’t be angry with him, no matter how hard she tried. “If you say so.”

“I do, and by the way, good work on Operation Fire Wall.”

His words were said so nonchalantly that she missed their meaning at first. “Thanks.” Her head suddenly snapped in his direction. “Hey…hold on a moment. How the hell did you—”

He laughed, interrupting her. “I know everything, honey. I have eyes and ears everywhere. What sort of boss would I be if I didn’t have a clue what was going on in my own company?”


Incredulous now, she stared at Tyler. “You bast—”

He wagged a finger at her. “Now, now. You’re just pissed because I’m your type of bastard.”

With mock anger she placed her hands on her hips. “You engineered the whole goddamned scene.”

“And you went along with it. I gave you every chance to use your safe word.”

“But.” She couldn’t really counter that argument because she’d thoroughly enjoyed every minute of her submission. Her burning hot butt and * were testament to that.

He held her in his arms and kissed her lips. “We make a great team, Becca. Forget about buying your own house, I want you to move in with me.”

She purred and snuggled in closer, idly playing with the lapel of his Savile Row suit, all the time avoiding his questioning gaze. “I’ll think about it,” she answered dreamily. However much she tried to hide it, Rebecca knew her face held a happy smile.

Tyler threaded his fingers through her hair and kissed her forehead. “Great, that’s settled then.”





Chapter Thirteen




Two weeks later



“Is that everything?” Tyler asked as he scooped the last cardboard box from the trunk of the Aston Martin and followed Rebecca back inside his house. That was the fourth trip they’d made to her rental property. Just how much stuff could one woman have?

“Yes, that’s everything. That’s the lot.” She dusted her hands together before wearily slumping in the easy chair conveniently positioned just inside the entrance. “Phew, that wasn’t too bad. Easy even.”

“Easy?” Tyler raised an eyebrow. There were still two bedrooms full of boxes that the removal guys had delivered the day before. They would need to be sorted out at a later date, but they could f*cking wait for now.

His bemused expression must have given him away as he placed the final cardboard box on top of hers, because she laughed. “It’s easy for me, I haven’t unpacked since leaving Boston yet.”

Tyler nodded. “Yeah, I guess you’ve had a lot of upheaval recently, but this is your home now. You’ll soon settle in here.”

Rebecca looked around the place. “Hmm, I think I’ve made the right decision, although I’m still not sure if I should unpack.”

Unsettled by her words, he spun her around to face him. “Why the hell not, honey? Like I said, this is your home as much as mine.” He figured she was still a little unsure about their future together. Jesus, didn’t she know how he felt about her?

Rebecca smiled and then kissed his cheek. “Oh, just ignore me, Ty, I’ll be fine. I hear that after losing a loved one, moving house is the most stressful event in people’s lives. Since relocating from Boston and spending the last two months in a charmless rental property, I feel like my life’s been put on hold. I feel like I’ve been living in limbo.” Clearly frustrated, she gesticulated wildly with her hands. “Oh, you know what I mean.”

“Yeah, of course I do. I’ve done my fair share of moving around the country, too.”

He watched her wistfully look around the huge open-plan area. “Do you know, Ty, I’m not sure my personal possessions will fit in with yours.” She rummaged through a cardboard box and pulled out a Native American dream catcher. The sound of the beads rubbing together jingled across the room as she held it up. “Hey, what do you think of this taking center stage?”

He shrugged. “Whatever floats your boat.”

Rebecca smiled that sexy smile he’d come to love, and he realized she was teasing him. “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t dream of spoiling such a masculine environment with feminine trinkets.”

Tyler laughed. “I’m not a neat freak, and besides, when we have children of our own, there’s gonna be a shitload of disruption going on.”