Stealing Carmen Read Free

again, I’ll feel compelled to correct your attitude.”
     
    Her eyes dropped to the hard bulge between his legs and she swallowed. Reading her face, there was no fear in that reaction. There was something much more greedy and Jack nearly growled with frustration. He was damn sure she wasn’t lying about never having been with a dominant, but her natural reactions were so purely sensual submission, she was effectively eating away the last shred of his resistance.
     
    When they reached this point, civilians plunked down half the retirement fund on a ridiculous car or some other equally foolish item. A lifetime of looking at the other side of the fence brought a man to this. Investing more than he could afford in something he’d always wanted. For Jack it wasn’t the cash. Stealing Carmen came at a dangerous price. One he hadn’t realized he was willing to pay.
     
    Jack had known it was time for a change. He’d been lucky a long time. Carmen was a risk he couldn’t afford to trust luck with. She would be his weakness, the way to get to him. That meant it was time to eliminate the risks he’d bring to her life. If he couldn’t remove the danger, the enemies he’d collected in the ugly life he lived, the next time he left he wouldn’t be coming back. Even knowing that cost, there was no turning back.
     
    Time to get over it. Life was about to be different and, hell, he wanted it bad.
     
    This was going to be so damn good and he wasn’t about to let her down by giving in to her hungry little soul. Nor would he damage the incredible submissive in her by falling on her and fucking her raw in one go. But he might have to blindfold her in self-defense. She’d think it was for her and he’d never admit any different.
     
    He walked to the foot of her lounge chair. Standing with legs wide, hand on hip, the other holding her remote, he smiled. “I see you’re getting the picture. Next time you think I’m lying we’ll have a long discussion about it. Right now I want you clearheaded. Look at my eyes.”
     
    Slowly, reluctantly her eyes dragged over his belt buckle and up his chest. Her mouth was open in light pants as sweat beaded her entire body.
     
    “Do you want to move on from here and see if we’re interested in more than a weekend? It’s not casual, but if we don’t get along, it’s not binding. I want you. It’s up to you.”
     
    “Please, can we turn off the Diver?” Carmen asked huskily.
     
    “No. This is what you’re agreeing to. I’m a dominant. I don’t believe in beatings. Public humiliation is only required in extreme cases when the submissive needs it. It has to be for the submissive, never the dominant. If a man needs public proof of what he is, he’s not a dominant. However, your sex and your body are mine if you agree. I will not allow you to be harmed. I will not allow you to hide from the incredible submissive you are.”
     
    Jack paused, letting her absorb the information she needed to make a choice. He wasn’t playing fair. He didn’t give a damn.
     
    Carmen wanted this too much to let her off the hook. Quick thinking was what kept him alive. Taking the available facts and putting them together into possible outcomes made him good. Knowing which of those outcomes was the subject’s most likely choice made him the best.
     
    Carmen was a natural submissive. One that was so needy she’d be compelled to seek relief for her submissive soul soon. She didn’t seem to know how close to the ragged edge of dangerous need she was. There were no local outlets for her. She’d have to travel at least an hour and a half to the big city to find anything at all. A submissive out of their town, visiting a fetish club was the most likely to be taken advantage of by predators. He wasn’t about to let her go find relief from some stranger.
     
    What he deserved was his ass handed to him. He should have been paying more attention. Just watching her from a distance and mooning over that ripe