Seduced By My Doms BN by Jenna Jacob

dangerous people.”
    “I don’t have stalkers, muggers, or rapists lining up
     waiting for me to let my guard down.”
    “No. I’m sure you don’t,” he laughed.
    The sound made me smile. It was as if he’d waved a magic
     wand and my self-righteous fury vanished. Dammit! Why couldn’t I stay mad at
     the man? I wanted to, but simply couldn’t. What the hell was up with that? I
     could drag out my rage with Ryan for days, sometimes even longer. But trying to
     stay irritated at James left a strange ache in my heart.
    You have seriously lost your mind.
    “We’ll talk about your safety later,” he promised. “While I
am
disappointed you forgot to call, I hope it was because you’d rushed home to
     play with your toys and had fallen asleep, sated and thinking about me.”
    “No. At least not yet,” I confessed, feeling the heat rise
     on my cheeks.
    “Not yet, huh?” he purred. “Would you like me to tuck you in
     properly? Maybe finish what we started in the parking garage?”
    His deep voice dropped an octave. A tremor sputtered in my
     core.
    “I’d be more than happy to help you with that.”
    Over the phone? Lord, no.
    “You had your chance, mister. You blew it.”
    “Ah, but I’ll have a whole lot more in the very near future.
     You and I both know it.”
    The man oozed self-confidence. I was certain that women fell
     at his feet, all too eager to grant him exactly what he wanted. Had he ever
     been denied?
    “What if I said that ship already sailed and you missed the
     boat?” I challenged with a smug grin.
    James didn’t say a word for several long seconds. “Then I
     guess I’ll spend the rest of my days kicking myself in the ass for missing out
     on the chance of a lifetime…to spend a night with you.”
    Just when I’d pegged him cocky and sure, he had to go say
     something so sentimental and sweet that my heart puddled.
    “Damn…you’re good.”
    “You have no idea how good I can be.”
    His silky promise swept over my flesh like heated fingers.
     Flopping back on my bed, I wished he were naked and on top of me, proving his
     claim.
    “What are you wearing right now, my blue-eyed temptress?”
    I bit back a groan of frustration, knowing where James
     intended to lead the conversation. But sharing an empty orgasm over the phone
     held as much appeal as masturbating alone. I needed flesh-on-flesh
     contact…needed to be cuddled, then wake in a pair of warm, strong arms. That
     basic level of nurturing had been void in my life for far too long. If James
     wanted to hear me scream his name, then he’d have to be there and wholly involved
     in a physical way.
    “What time is dinner tomorrow night?” Skirting the current
     topic, I took control of the conversation, thus circumventing an awkward debate
     about phone sex.
    “When do you get off work?”
    “I don’t. I’m off until noon Sunday.”
    “Then I’ll pick you up at seven.” His voice dipped, “Wear
     something special for me.”
    Like clockwork, Mr. Cocky-And-Sure resurfaced.
    “I’ll think about it,” I taunted, unable to resist poking
     him just a little.
    “You’ll do a whole lot more than that,” he promised overconfidently.
     Then his voice softened to a whisper. “I wish I were there to watch you play
     with yourself…help get you off, and hear your cries of ecstasy.”
    My breath caught in the back of my throat as my nipples drew
     up impossibly tighter. He paused for a minute, listening to my shallow
     breathing.
    “Good night, Liz.”
    Once again, he hung up before I could reply. He had serious
     issues when it came to phone etiquette. Either that, or he enjoyed flexing his
     Dom muscles, striving to take charge every way he could. Unfortunately, I
     didn’t know enough about BDSM to hazard a guess.
    Climbing under the covers, I turned off the light and
     snuggled into my cold, empty bed. Curious about Dominance and submission, I
     wondered how I would fit into James’ kinky world. Tossing and