Defensive Zone (The Dartmouth Cobras #2) Read Free

Which made
him bi as far as most of his friends were concerned, but he joked
that he wouldn't go that far. She was different. Not just
another pussy.
    She liked to think she was special. He loved
Cedric. And just maybe loved her too.
    "I've never played the Dom in front of
anyone." Asher tucked his thumbs into his pockets and rocked on the
heels of his shiny Italian loafers. "Anything I should know?"
    As if I know? She slid open the top
drawer of her dresser and grabbed the collar that went with her
outfit. Pink and black studded leather. She held it out to him.
"You do just fine showing the leatherguys that you're the
'top'."
    "That's not the same and you know it."
    All right, the dick chastity belt that Asher
made Cedric wear to their meetings—which she couldn't attend—was a
bit more than she wanted, but dominance was dominance, no? She just
didn't want to seem available. She stuck the lollipop back in her
mouth and wrinkled her nose. Not to the 'real' Doms .
    "Just pretend you own me. Okay?" She shoveled
all her belongings into her purse and sucked harder on the
lollypop. "This is about Oriana."
    "That's funny." Asher lifted her hair off her
back and laid a soft kiss on her shoulder. "Because dressed like
that, I'm thinking you'll get most of the attention. Which is
exactly what you want."
    "No it isn't! This is how subs dress!"
    "For their Master's pleasure. So he
can show off." Asher shook his head. "Why don't you wear that
little red number you got from your shopping spree in Italy? It's
quality and it's what I'd have you wear if you were really my sub.
This outfit costs less than my socks."
    "You're such a snob." She held her hair out
of the way and let him put on her collar. "And I'm not your sub, so
you don't get to tell me what to wear. That dress makes me look
like a streetwalker."
    "And this doesn't?"
    "Fuck you!"
    Asher laughed. "Not tonight, angel-face. I've
already had my fill. Had to make sure Cedric was sated before I
locked his cock." He chuckled at the face she made before leaving
the room with a nonchalant. "You know I don't like sharing
him."
    Like you'd let me forget. Cedric
wasn't even allowed to play with her much unless Asher was in the
mood to watch him take her ass. Her thighs clenched as she recalled
the last time. As usual, sex was good with either man, but . . .
well parts of her were neglected. Asher stimulated her clit to get
her off, acting like it was a chore. Her 'girly bits' did nothing
for him. Of course, she had plenty of toys when she wanted to feel
full in the most basic way, but it wasn't the same. For once it
would be nice to have a man want her as a woman.
    Which could happen tonight if that's what she really wanted. Asher wouldn't stop her from going home with
another man, he wasn't possessive of her . The thing was . .
. damn, finding a man at a BDSM club?
    Taking a deep breath, she leaned closer to
the mirror and tapped her bottom lip with a finger to make sure her
lipstain was dry. Then she applied a generous coat of gloss and
smacked her lips. Perfect.
    She uncapped the rum and moved the lollipop
to one side of her mouth so she could take a few good swigs from
the bottle. Sweet fire burned through her and she closed her eyes
to absorb it. Once the sensation faded she felt calm. In
control.
    Maybe, this time, she could be the one who
did all the right things. She'd always been the trouble-maker, the
wild one, too irresponsible for anyone to ask for anything from.
Maybe if she could prove she'd changed, daddy wouldn't regret
putting his faith in her. For once maybe she could be the
good one.
    You're going to a kinky club to watch your
sister essentially marry two—three?—guys. And then there's your gay
boyfriends. If you're going to be the good one, shouldn't you dump
them and find a 'normal' guy?
    Well, daddy didn't need to know what she did
for fun. She took another swig from the bottle and winked at her
reflection.
    Never said I'd be that good!
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    Leather, sex, and