His Forbidden Submissive by Brandi Evans Page B

man I’ve always been.” He drew their joined hands to his mouth and pressed kisses to her inner wrists. “Inside, however…”
    He let his sentence trail off so she could fill in the blanks. He didn’t dare tell her exactly how it might change in the bedroom. No need to send her running out on him again.
    She shook her head. “I just can’t see how. Eugene is an arrogant, controlling asshole who tried to control me every day, and every day I fought him. I relish my freedom, so how—”
    “How are you supposed to have a relationship with a man who calls himself a Dominant?”
    She nodded, gave his hands a squeeze. “I don’t want things between us to end, Brock. I really don’t. But I refuse to go blindly into a relationship with a man who makes no qualms about dominating women.”
    “I only dominate in the bedroom, sweetheart. And let’s face it, I haven’t exactly heard you complaining about my bedroom acts.”
    A grin tugged at the corner of her lips. “Nope. You’ve satisfied me quite thoroughly in that department.”
    Her answer bolstered his optimism. “I like to be in control when it comes to sex. I won’t deny that, but I’m not looking for a doormat, Viv. I don’t want a 24/7 slave. I want a partner. I want you .”
    Unshed tears gave her expression a sweet hue, but it was contrasted by the still-harsh lines chiseled into her forehead. “Partner? Forgive me for not understanding, but to me, the terms Dominant and submissive don’t exactly speak of equality.”
    “Well, maybe you just need to broaden your definition of equality.”
    “Broaden my definition? What the heck does that mean?”
    “It means exactly what it sounds like.”
    She stared at him with a confused, disbelieving expression.
    Maybe it was time to go in a little different direction. “The world of BDSM is a bit hard to explain because it’s different to everyone in the lifestyle. What works for one couple might not work for another. For me, the lifestyle is all about sexual control.” Deciding a little show-and-tell was in order, he backed her up against his desk and then lifted her onto the flat surface. “Remember the last time we made love in my bed, when I made you keep your hands on the headboard?”
    She nodded, swallowed hard. “How could I forget?”
    “I controlled your passion at every turn, pet. I gave you what I wanted to give you, when I wanted to give it to you. I had all the power, but in the end, we both got pleasure out of it, didn’t we?”
    She nodded. “Very much so.”
    “And that’s what BDSM is to me. Pure sexual control. It’s not about becoming a dominating asshole who won’t let you out of his sight. You’re still free to be you.”
    “Except when we’re naked?”
    “Now you’re catching on.” He grinned, tugging her closer, pressing his growing cock against her heat and letting her feel his need. “The power of controlling a lover is enthralling. I thrive on it. Directing another person’s pleasure…there’s nothing like it in the world.”
    “So, um, that’s what you do to your, um, subs?”
    “No,” he murmured. “It’s what I’m going to do to you .”
    “Oh.” She swallowed hard, her gaze seeming to narrow in on his lips. “It all sounds so simple when you put it like that.”
    “It is simple, sweetheart.” He nuzzled her neck, his voice soft, his body fitting more and more snugly between her open legs. “So very simple.”
    “I want to believe you. I do.” Her hands landed on his waist and slowly inched up his back until her arms were locked beneath his underarms. She wrenched him closer and closer, tighter and tighter to her like a starving python around its prey. “I want to so much, Brock. Want you…”
    “Not as much as I fucking want you.” He crushed his lips against hers and devoured her mouth.
    Her tongue battled with his. Her fingernails dug into his back, and she pulled him down on top of her as he laid her on his desk, pushing objects out of