The Shy Dominant by Jan Irving

you up to? She wondered. Did he feel a need to recreate the night they’d fought but maybe this time deliberately place himself in the picture?
    “No one else will enter the room while we’re here,” Taz spelled out and Dharma snapped her attention back to him, appreciating that he was listing the rules for tonight’s game. She also appreciated the pause that always followed his announcements, as if he were giving her and Fred time to talk if she was uncomfortable about something.
    Her gaze flashed to Fred and she saw him watching her quietly, even as he continued to blush. He tapped one foot, letting her know he was both restless and slightly embarrassed by the force of his anticipation.
    But he wanted this. He wanted her spanked and touched and looked at by other men, all while he watched, all while he alone had the power to grant or deny her favours.
    It hit her then that this was new to him too. Why else would he be working with Taz? He wanted everything safe and consensual for her, and on the job, he had to rely on Taz in life and death situations. There couldn’t be a deeper trust than what the two men already shared.
    The thought made her throat tighten. She supposed other women would appreciate a bouquet of flowers, but this was a gesture of caring, what Fred was offering her. This was a well-thought out campaign to win her sexual subservience.
    And it was working. Goddess, was it working.
    “Go kneel by the couches,” Taz ordered her. “You’ll serve us food and drinks from the kitchen if we request it…and don’t be shy about showing off.”
    Showing off? Dharma’s eyes widened as she mulled over the possibilities as Fred and Taz settled in the seating area.
    Oh, she was good at showing off. And right now her blood was singing to do it for one man, to perform for him and make him crazy to have her and only her.
    She walked over to the two good looking blond men. Instead of kneeling in front of them, she climbed onto the lap of the first one, her legs open, revealing not just her sex, but her backside fully to Taz and Fred’s view.
    She heard Fred suck in a breath. Oh, she was getting to him. Her bashful voyeur.
    “What’s your name, sugar?” she purred.
    “M-Michael Millar.” He gave Fred a nervous look then tentatively stroked her rear end. She arched into his touch, enjoying it.
    “Oh, for Christ’s sake, Millar, you’ll never be a dominant when you stutter if a beautiful woman sits on you,” Taz said in disgust.
    Dharma looked at Taz, arching a brow. “Are you saying I can’t make a man stutter?”
    Appreciation lit his eyes. “More like bring him to his knees if he’s not tough.”
    Dharma let herself fall back onto the couch. Pretty soon Michael and Tony, the other cute guy, were freely touching and kissing her body. She squirmed, getting more turned on by the second and it suddenly hit her that she hadn’t felt any desire like this the night she’d done her photo session. In the past she had fooled around with her neighbours. What was different tonight was Fred’s presence. His watching her through hooded eyes heated her blood. She was writhing for him. She wanted to catch and hold his attention. She wanted to drive him to the point that he put his hands on her, where he spanked her for being a little too alluring to other men.
    As she watched his chest rise and fall sharply, she thought she might be driving him to that point, but every time she thought he’d spring to his feet and claim her…he didn’t. At first she was confused, but when Michael began to stroke her pussy, teasing her into a frenzy, she understood—Fred was quietly asserting his control.
    He mastered himself so he could master her.
    She held his gaze, her body sizzling, craving an orgasm that the other men were not permitted to offer her. “Please,” she whimpered.
    One corner of his mouth lifted. He recognised that she’d got his point.
    “Come here, Dharma.” His voice was rough velvet temptation. She