certain … urges.”
“Urges?” she parroted, not sure she really wanted to hear more.
“I enjoyed the sense of power it gave me. Of control.”
“But you already owned an entire company. At twenty-six, you controlled your own corporation … had an entire team of executives who did whatever you said. You controlled people’s jobs. Their lives.”
“It wasn’t the same. This was more … personal.”
Her stomach tightened. “You liked the idea of taking her against her will? So does that mean … that you’d really like to…?”
His harsh blue gaze locked on hers. “To rape a woman?” He shook his head. “No, of course not. But to feel her bend to my will … to know she will do anything I tell her.” His gaze sharpened. “Anything.” His eyes glinted like steel, sending a quiver through her. “Or suffer the consequences.”
Her breath caught. “What kind of consequences?”
“Punishment.”
Her eyes widened. “Like spanking?”
He nodded but she sensed there was more he wanted to say.
“I could try that. Letting you dominate me, I mean.”
“Dana, what I do with a woman is not playacting. It’s very real, and it’s very intense. For me and for her. It only works if it’s what the woman really wants. If she needs to give herself up to me with everything she is.”
She sucked in a breath, but couldn’t seem to get enough air. She stepped toward him and took his hand, reveling in the feel of his strong, masculine fingers around hers.
“I want you with everything I have,” she murmured softly. “And I’m willing to give you whatever you want.”
His lips compressed and his eyes hardened as he drew his hand from hers.
“It’s not what I want, Dana. It’s what I need .” He shook his head. “And you can’t just act the submissive. It won’t be real.”
“But—”
“You have to understand, Dana. I do this with women who want me to dominate them.”
“And punish them.”
“Yes.”
“Let me try,” she begged, not wanting to lose him.
“It won’t be what you really want. That means, in time, you’ll become unhappy. Even resent doing it. And start to resent me.”
“No, I would never resent you.”
His eyes turned ice cold. He rested his hand on the back of her head, ever so gently, and slowly ran it down her hair.
Suddenly, his hand grasped her long tresses and he tugged her head back, bending her neck. Her eyes widened in surprise.
He leaned in close, his face so near that his lips could almost brush her cheek. His breath sent tingles dancing along her neck.
Fire flashed in his ice cold gaze as it traveled the length of her body, making her tremble. “Believe me, the things I would do to you…” His intense stare flicked back to hers, boring through her. “You would resent me. Even grow to hate me.”
She shook her head. “Never.”
He tightened his grip, pulling her head back further.
“You will.” His granite hard gaze glittered. “And if I were your master, I would never let you get away with contradicting me. You would learn to bow to my will. To do exactly as you are told, the instant you’re told.” He leaned in close to her ear and murmured grittily. “You would give yourself over to me, body and soul.”
Her heart pounded in her chest, with both trepidation and excitement at his words.
“Mason, give me a chance.”
He released her with a scowl. “No.”
“But—”
“Dana, go to your room.”
She wanted to protest, but his uncompromising expression stopped her words cold.
She turned and walked toward the door, feeling numb inside.
* * *
Mason stared at the door. The feel of Dana’s hair coiled around his hand and the sight of her head pulled back exposing her throat, her eyes wide with shock and dismay, were etched into his memory.
He scowled and strode across the room to the bar, poured another scotch and gulped it down. A warmth spread through his stomach, calming his strained nerves.
Fuck, her willingness
“Urges?” she parroted, not sure she really wanted to hear more.
“I enjoyed the sense of power it gave me. Of control.”
“But you already owned an entire company. At twenty-six, you controlled your own corporation … had an entire team of executives who did whatever you said. You controlled people’s jobs. Their lives.”
“It wasn’t the same. This was more … personal.”
Her stomach tightened. “You liked the idea of taking her against her will? So does that mean … that you’d really like to…?”
His harsh blue gaze locked on hers. “To rape a woman?” He shook his head. “No, of course not. But to feel her bend to my will … to know she will do anything I tell her.” His gaze sharpened. “Anything.” His eyes glinted like steel, sending a quiver through her. “Or suffer the consequences.”
Her breath caught. “What kind of consequences?”
“Punishment.”
Her eyes widened. “Like spanking?”
He nodded but she sensed there was more he wanted to say.
“I could try that. Letting you dominate me, I mean.”
“Dana, what I do with a woman is not playacting. It’s very real, and it’s very intense. For me and for her. It only works if it’s what the woman really wants. If she needs to give herself up to me with everything she is.”
She sucked in a breath, but couldn’t seem to get enough air. She stepped toward him and took his hand, reveling in the feel of his strong, masculine fingers around hers.
“I want you with everything I have,” she murmured softly. “And I’m willing to give you whatever you want.”
His lips compressed and his eyes hardened as he drew his hand from hers.
“It’s not what I want, Dana. It’s what I need .” He shook his head. “And you can’t just act the submissive. It won’t be real.”
“But—”
“You have to understand, Dana. I do this with women who want me to dominate them.”
“And punish them.”
“Yes.”
“Let me try,” she begged, not wanting to lose him.
“It won’t be what you really want. That means, in time, you’ll become unhappy. Even resent doing it. And start to resent me.”
“No, I would never resent you.”
His eyes turned ice cold. He rested his hand on the back of her head, ever so gently, and slowly ran it down her hair.
Suddenly, his hand grasped her long tresses and he tugged her head back, bending her neck. Her eyes widened in surprise.
He leaned in close, his face so near that his lips could almost brush her cheek. His breath sent tingles dancing along her neck.
Fire flashed in his ice cold gaze as it traveled the length of her body, making her tremble. “Believe me, the things I would do to you…” His intense stare flicked back to hers, boring through her. “You would resent me. Even grow to hate me.”
She shook her head. “Never.”
He tightened his grip, pulling her head back further.
“You will.” His granite hard gaze glittered. “And if I were your master, I would never let you get away with contradicting me. You would learn to bow to my will. To do exactly as you are told, the instant you’re told.” He leaned in close to her ear and murmured grittily. “You would give yourself over to me, body and soul.”
Her heart pounded in her chest, with both trepidation and excitement at his words.
“Mason, give me a chance.”
He released her with a scowl. “No.”
“But—”
“Dana, go to your room.”
She wanted to protest, but his uncompromising expression stopped her words cold.
She turned and walked toward the door, feeling numb inside.
* * *
Mason stared at the door. The feel of Dana’s hair coiled around his hand and the sight of her head pulled back exposing her throat, her eyes wide with shock and dismay, were etched into his memory.
He scowled and strode across the room to the bar, poured another scotch and gulped it down. A warmth spread through his stomach, calming his strained nerves.
Fuck, her willingness
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