to try even after he did his best to scare her away made him long to take this relationship the rest of the way. To make her his sub and totally control her.
Heat coiled through him at the thought, and his cock swelled.
But this was Dana. Sweet, innocent Dana.
His hands clenched at his side. Not so innocent now. Thanks to him.
He poured himself another drink and sat down. He swirled the amber liquid in the glass and watched the sparkling whirlpool, allowing his thoughts to settle.
He wanted Dana with an ache that bored through his soul. If only he could just say yes to her request. If they could give it a try and see if—
Fuck. He took a gulp of his drink. If he dominated her it would be because he wanted it, not because she would enjoy it. In fact, he was sure she would be sickened by his demands.
He frowned. But maybe he could use the situation to help protect her. His father would surely start a scandal that would embarrass and hurt Dana. Mason either wanted her very close, where he could shelter her, or very far away.
He gulped the rest of his drink, a plan forming in his mind.
* * *
Dana sat on her bed and stared out the window at the bright sunshine glistening off the backyard pool, still quivering from her encounter with Mason.
The things he’d told her had shocked her, yet hadn’t been totally unexpected. She’d seen him that one time with Maria. And the way he’d handled her when he’d thought she was Sylvie …
But she hadn’t thought about the fact that he must enjoy hurting the women. That he needed to do that.
When he’d told her that—and said that’s what they wanted—it had thrown her off-balance. But remembering as she’d struggled against him in bed … remembering the intense need it had triggered in her—made her wonder …
She heard the plink of her phone, indicating a text had arrived. She pulled it from her purse and glanced at the display.
Come here. I want to talk to you.
Mason was summoning her.
Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as she stood up.
She wanted Mason with all her heart. Wanted to be in his life forever. Wanted to be in his bed.
She walked to her dresser and brushed her hair until it shone. Then she tugged off her T-shirt and pulled on a nice knit top that clung to her slender frame and showed off her full breasts. She examined herself in the mirror.
She wanted a chance to prove to him that she could be what he wanted.
But would he give her the opportunity?
She slipped from her door and walked to his. She unlocked it and entered his domain.
“There you are.” His stone-cold blue eyes stared at her. “That was far too long. From now on, I want you to respond to me instantly. Do you understand?”
His commanding tone took her breath away. She nodded, but as his gaze sharpened on her, she replied, “Yes.”
“Address me as ‘Sir.’”
A tingle danced through her.
“Yes, Sir.”
Hope swirled through her. “Does this mean you’ll give me a chance?”
“Show me proper respect. Drop your gaze to the floor, and keep silent until I give you permission to speak.”
She stifled the urge to protest and dropped her gaze to the cream carpet beneath her feet.
“I have a proposition for you. I want you to consider it carefully, because I will not change the terms in any way. You will take it or leave it, no negotiations.”
She nodded, hope flaring inside her.
“You said you wanted me to give you a chance to try being my sub, so I’m going to do exactly that.”
Excitement skittered through her and she glanced up at him. “Oh, Mason. Thank you.” But at his stern frown, she dropped her gaze again. “Thank you, Sir.”
“You will come and stay with me full time at my penthouse for the summer. You will do whatever I tell you without question. You will follow whatever rules I set forth. If you break my rules, or do anything I decide requires disciplining, then I will punish you. Do you understand so far?”
Joy swirled through
Heat coiled through him at the thought, and his cock swelled.
But this was Dana. Sweet, innocent Dana.
His hands clenched at his side. Not so innocent now. Thanks to him.
He poured himself another drink and sat down. He swirled the amber liquid in the glass and watched the sparkling whirlpool, allowing his thoughts to settle.
He wanted Dana with an ache that bored through his soul. If only he could just say yes to her request. If they could give it a try and see if—
Fuck. He took a gulp of his drink. If he dominated her it would be because he wanted it, not because she would enjoy it. In fact, he was sure she would be sickened by his demands.
He frowned. But maybe he could use the situation to help protect her. His father would surely start a scandal that would embarrass and hurt Dana. Mason either wanted her very close, where he could shelter her, or very far away.
He gulped the rest of his drink, a plan forming in his mind.
* * *
Dana sat on her bed and stared out the window at the bright sunshine glistening off the backyard pool, still quivering from her encounter with Mason.
The things he’d told her had shocked her, yet hadn’t been totally unexpected. She’d seen him that one time with Maria. And the way he’d handled her when he’d thought she was Sylvie …
But she hadn’t thought about the fact that he must enjoy hurting the women. That he needed to do that.
When he’d told her that—and said that’s what they wanted—it had thrown her off-balance. But remembering as she’d struggled against him in bed … remembering the intense need it had triggered in her—made her wonder …
She heard the plink of her phone, indicating a text had arrived. She pulled it from her purse and glanced at the display.
Come here. I want to talk to you.
Mason was summoning her.
Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as she stood up.
She wanted Mason with all her heart. Wanted to be in his life forever. Wanted to be in his bed.
She walked to her dresser and brushed her hair until it shone. Then she tugged off her T-shirt and pulled on a nice knit top that clung to her slender frame and showed off her full breasts. She examined herself in the mirror.
She wanted a chance to prove to him that she could be what he wanted.
But would he give her the opportunity?
She slipped from her door and walked to his. She unlocked it and entered his domain.
“There you are.” His stone-cold blue eyes stared at her. “That was far too long. From now on, I want you to respond to me instantly. Do you understand?”
His commanding tone took her breath away. She nodded, but as his gaze sharpened on her, she replied, “Yes.”
“Address me as ‘Sir.’”
A tingle danced through her.
“Yes, Sir.”
Hope swirled through her. “Does this mean you’ll give me a chance?”
“Show me proper respect. Drop your gaze to the floor, and keep silent until I give you permission to speak.”
She stifled the urge to protest and dropped her gaze to the cream carpet beneath her feet.
“I have a proposition for you. I want you to consider it carefully, because I will not change the terms in any way. You will take it or leave it, no negotiations.”
She nodded, hope flaring inside her.
“You said you wanted me to give you a chance to try being my sub, so I’m going to do exactly that.”
Excitement skittered through her and she glanced up at him. “Oh, Mason. Thank you.” But at his stern frown, she dropped her gaze again. “Thank you, Sir.”
“You will come and stay with me full time at my penthouse for the summer. You will do whatever I tell you without question. You will follow whatever rules I set forth. If you break my rules, or do anything I decide requires disciplining, then I will punish you. Do you understand so far?”
Joy swirled through
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