for the time being, all I was feeling was desire and a dash of desperation. Something about seeing how good we were together outside of work and a scene had me frantic to be in his arms.
Dates had always gone so badly in the past, I’d never thought of them as the start to a sexy, heat-filled evening of scenes and submission.
Who knew it could work like that?
The tender kiss he pressed against my lips was completely at odds with the dirty things he quietly whispered. “You’re going to go into the house and strip off your clothes. You have ten minutes to be naked and kneeling in the middle of your office. Is that clear?”
The desire in his words and the heat in his eyes said he had something wonderful planned.
“Yes, Master.” I wasn’t sure if he meant right that minute or in a few seconds, so I was relieved when he nodded toward the door.
“I’ll follow you in shortly.” Then he gave me a wicked grin that made me want to search the car. What had he hidden away?
But the look on his face said that would not be a good way to start our evening.
“Yes, Sir.” Nearly jumping out of the car, I hurried toward the house.
The old building still had a warehouse feel to it, but I loved the worn brick and the half-faded painted sign from where it had used to be a feedstore. When I’d bought the building for a steal, everyone had questioned my sanity, but I’d known it was perfect from the first time I’d seen it.
Of course, most of the profits from my first book had gotten dumped into the house, which had nearly given Bradley hives, but I’d never regretted it.
Hurrying through the house, I started stripping as soon as I made it to my room. I’d showered earlier, but I took a few minutes to freshen up a bit and to calm down so I wouldn’t look insane when I got downstairs.
I had a few minutes to spare when I got to the office, but I was still too excited, so I needed the extra time. Kneeling on the cushion that had clearly been placed for me, I relaxed into position and closed my eyes.
Taking several deep breaths, I focused on the sounds in the house. Just above the quiet noises that were always in the background, I heard movement coming from deeper into the house. The quiet sounds echoed slightly, so I knew Tristan was in the bathroom.
As my body finally calmed and I could feel everything falling into place, I pictured the sexy way he’d stood over me as he’d fucked me with the letter opener handle. He’d been so relaxed but commanding. He’d known just from reading my books and getting to know me that it was something I’d always fantasized about.
From the first moment we’d met, tranquil strength had radiated from him, but the thing I loved best was that he’d never expected me to be anyone else. There’d been no talk of making me more responsible or working less like there had been with other people I’d dated.
I knew some of it was because of his parents, but it just seemed to be who he was. When he looked at me, I felt…special. It was like I was perfect for him, imperfections included.
He’d even brought a notebook to dinner just for me.
He’d given me great plot bunnies.
And he always knew just when to dominate me so I felt safe and wanted.
I couldn’t ask for anyone more perfect than that.
“Spread your legs.” Tristan’s voice was rough and low, sending a shiver through me. “I can’t have my slave hiding from his Master.”
Slave?
Master?
Oh.
Another shiver raced through me as images flashed through my head. I’d written several books with Masters and slaves, but only one that opened with a slave kneeling in his Master’s office.
Pushing my knees wider, I straightened and held back a moan as my cock jerked. “I’m sorry, Master.”
I heard fabric rubbing as he moved closer. “That’s not going to be good enough. You know better.”
The low tone to the words went right to my dick. “Master, please…”
I wasn’t sure what I wanted to beg for, though. The slave in that book had suffered deliciously…did I really want to get out of that?
“No.” The stern reply forced a quiet moan from me. “You’ve been my slave long enough that I shouldn’t have to tell you how to behave. I bought a well-trained sub…or so