First Kiss (Emma's Arabian Nights, #1) Read Free Page B

and shoulders straining against the dark fabric of his shirt drawing her gaze. “I’ve never been to a pro-Domme before and I really don’t like the idea of being in a room where you’ve been with other men.” He shrugged. “I know you’re performing a service for me if you agree to this, but I have to feel connected to you in order to submit.”
    “And why is submitting to me so important to you?”
    Emotions flashed across his face so quickly she had no idea what to make of them. Then a hot, burning hunger seemed to fill him and her body responded almost instinctively, her swollen clit throbbing between her thighs. “I have my reasons. But I can assure you, submitting to you has been a lifelong goal of mine.”
    She gave him a small smile, trying to hide her unexpectedly strong attraction. “According to Mistress Moira the first time you saw me was two weeks ago.”
    “True, but I’ve been dreaming about pleasing you for a long time.” He gave her that roguish smile again.
    “You’ve been dreaming about me spanking you while you jerk yourself off?”
    She hadn’t meant to be so graphic, but she wanted to break this familiarity between them and establish her role as Mistress. It almost felt like she’d known him before, as if she was talking with an old friend. But she was sure that if she’d ever met a man like this, she would remember him.
    He was fucking gorgeous, and hers to play with.
    No, very bad Dominatrix!
    If he was anything, he was just a client. Not a delicious, mouthwatering fuck toy.
    His jaw clenched, and she wanted to bite the tight muscles of his neck. “I was thinking more along the lines of licking you to orgasm until you were truly satisfied. I want to be able to hold you against me and know I’ve served you well. That you are completely satisfied in every way possible.” He paused and met her gaze, a hint of challenge in those dark depths that made her want to grab him by the head and ride his face. “But that’s only if you can earn my submission.”
    “Baby boy, you’ll be the one doing the earning here.”
    For a moment a hint of vulnerability flashed through his expressive dark eyes and he nodded. “I’m all too aware of that. But I can’t prove my devotion to you if you won’t see me.”
    “You’re going to be a handful.”
    “So you agree to see me?”
    “I’ll agree to do a session with you - here. When would you like to meet?”
    “As soon as possible.”
    The deep, bass growl to his voice caught her off guard and she squeezed her thighs together to ease the ache. Yep, she would definitely have to use her vibrator a couple times before she took on this bull of a man. His posture was aggressive now, his gaze intent, as if he could somehow touch her through the screen with his look. She could practically feel him trying to impose his will, but this was one battle he wouldn’t win. If she could keep a room full of seventh graders in line with nothing more than a look when she’d been a substitute teacher, she could handle anyone and anything.
    Firming her voice, she forced herself to meet his gaze head on. “You will be here at seven o’clock. Once you enter, you will strip naked and hand the receptionist your clothes. She will give you something to wear and lead you to a room to wait for me. While you wait, I want you to masturbate, but don’t orgasm.”
    “Okay,” he said in that growling tone again.
    “Okay? Is that how you address me?”
    His nostrils flared, but he dropped his gaze. “My apologies. Yes, Mistress.”
    Oh, her body liked it when he said that. “I’ll see you at seven. You will trim back your pubic hair, but only shave your balls. Oh, and Ryan?”
    He gave her a slow, heavy blink that promised that if he was in the room with her right now his hand would be down her panties in a heartbeat if he had his way. “Yes?”
    “I’ll be watching you on our closed circuit camera system from the moment you enter the building. Don’t disappoint