What He Demands (What He Wants, Book Three) (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) Read Free

a basement?   My brain was searching for something just out of its grasp.
    And that’s when my eyes landed on the
collar sitting on the table.
    A cold shiver of fear went up my spine.
    This wasn’t just a club.
    It wasn’t just a sex club.
    It was a BDSM club.

 
    ***

 
    I didn’t know much about BDSM, except for
what I’d seen in the movies.   My
roommate, Julia, had read a couple of novels about it.   I’d seen them strewn around the
apartment, pictures of handcuffs and whips on their covers.
    I turned to Noah.   “This is a BDSM club,” I whispered.
    He nodded, waiting for my reaction.
    That same fear ran up my spine again, and
my arms broke out in goose bumps.
    But the fear wasn’t because I was afraid.
    It was because I was excited.
    And that was frightening.  
    “How is this supposed to help me to get
to know you?” I asked Noah, frustrated.
    “Do you trust me?” he repeated.   His hand slid down my neck, tracing a line
over my collarbone, then dipping just inside the top of my dress, running over
the top of my bra.
    The goose bumps on my arms broke out all
over my body, and I was afraid Noah was going to be able to tell.
    “I’m not…I don’t know.”
    “You need to trust me,” he
whispered.   He pulled me close so
that our foreheads were touching.   He smelled like expensive cologne and shaving cream and something else,
something Noah.  
    “How can I trust you when you let me get
to know you?” I breathed.
    “This is how you get to know me,” he
said.   “This is who I am.”
    “But how does this help me get to know you?” I
asked.
    “By understanding why I need this, you
will start to understand everything about me,” he said.   He kissed the side of my neck softly,
his lips brushing over my collarbone, bursting my skin into flames.
    “You’re not making sense,” I said.   I could feel myself getting seduced,
getting pulled under by his kiss, his touch, the way his body felt close to
mine.   I needed to keep my head
clear, but it was impossible.   He
had a pull and power over me that I couldn’t understand, that I was helpless to
resist.
    “No,” I said, pushing away from him.   “This can’t all be sexual.   I just…I’m not okay with it.”
    “This isn’t all about sex, Charlotte,”
Noah said, pulling me back toward him.
    “How isn’t it?” I challenged.
    “Seeing what I need, what I expect from
you, will be the only way you can possibly begin to uncover the reasons why.”
    “And then I’ll understand you better,” I
finished.
    “Yes.”   He put his hand onto mine, intertwining our fingers.  
    I reached out and touched the collar on
the table with my other hand.   It
was surprisingly flexible, with a fleece liner that was soft around my
fingers.   “Do I have to wear this?”
I asked.
    “You don’t have to do anything,
Charlotte.”
    I swallowed.   It seemed like a load of bullshit – that I needed to
do something sexual with him to get to know him better.   He was older than me, and more
experienced.   He was good at
manipulating situations, twisting them and turning them until they fit into
whatever little box he wanted them to.   This was the skill of a good lawyer.   He was extremely successful in his career, and I wondered
how much of this was spilling over into his personal life.
    I looked down at the collar, imagining
him putting it around my neck, pulling it tight.   Would I be tied up?   Would he blindfold me?   Spank me?   Would he drip hot
wax on me?   I didn’t know the
rules.  
    I remembered that girl going down into
the basement with that man.   The
walls had been dark, the whole scene sort of foreboding.   I should have been scared.   But instead, I was intensely turned
on.   The thought of being at Noah’s
mercy, bound and gagged or blindfolded made me wet.
    I wanted to give in, to let him do
whatever he chose with my body, to use me in whatever way he desired.   But there was something else,