Ella grinned
evilly as she brought the crop down hard on Holly’s pert ass. The curvy little sub cried out at the blow,
but Ella knew by the way that she arched back into her that she was enjoying
herself. She glanced at Holly’s Dom, a
silent question in her eyes. Holden held
up two fingers, a small smirk on his face as he watched Ella dominate his sub. She nodded at him in understanding, and laid
two more blows across Holly’s sensitive thighs in quick succession. This time the sub nearly screamed at the
intensity. But Ella could tell by her
glassy eyes that she had entered subspace, pushed over the edge by the pain.
Holden was at her
side, murmuring in her ear, kissing her throat.
Then he bit down on the delicate skin where her neck met her
shoulder. At the same time, he touched
his fingers to her clit, pinching hard.
Holly moaned as she came, tugging at the chains that held her suspended
as she writhed at the intensity of her orgasm.
As she came down off her high, gasping, Ella gently ran her fingernails
over the sub’s abused ass, making her shudder pleasurably.
Ella helped Holden
release Holly from her bonds, and then he carried her to one of the couches at
the corner of the room, holding her tightly to his chest. Ella could tell from the way that he looked
at her that he was utterly smitten, and she felt a pang in her chest, longing
for that connection with her own man.
But not a Dom, she thought firmly. Certainly not a Dom.
Ella was infamous
at Dark Grove Plantation for the way that she reduced men – and women, for that
matter – to simpering messes. She was
good at what she did. Very good. And she relished their submission.
She enjoyed her
high-powered job as a lawyer, but it was also high-stress. Men were always underestimating her in the
courtroom, and it gave her immense satisfaction to smack them down, to
win. And she found great relief from the
indignation that she felt at their initial derision by playing with men who
revered her. The disparity between
condescending men and worshipful ones seemed to provide the balance she needed
to feel like an equal. Not to mention
that being a Domme gave her the confidence she needed to be a successful
lawyer. She won in the playroom and in
the courtroom.
But unfortunately,
she had never found that she was romantically attracted to any of her
subs. Something about how they were subordinate
to her made her feel uneasy entering into a relationship.
Suppressing a
sigh, Ella turned her eyes away from Holden and Holly, heading for the
bar. She could use a drink.
Not because I’m upset, she told
herself. I’m just thirsty after that workout.
She checked to see
if her friend Jo was working the bar tonight.
The pretty blonde was always nice to her, and she had even let Ella
Domme her a few times. Unfortunately,
she was nowhere in sight. It would have
been nice to have someone to talk to.
She ordered a rum
and coke and then stationed herself in a dark corner, trying her best not to
look sulky. She should be focusing on
the crowd, picking out her next conquest.
But she just wasn’t up for it.
Instead, she found herself fussing with her short leather skirt;
adjusting it gave her an excuse to do something else.
“Hey there, little
one.” Ella tried not to jump at the
sound of his voice, so sexy with its Southern twang.
Crap.
The last person she wanted to talk to right now was Brandon,
especially when she was off her game.
She glared up at
him. “I’ve told you not to call me
that,” she snapped.
“What would you
prefer?” He asked, the corners of his
mouth curling upward in amusement.
“‘Mistress’ would
suit you nicely,” she retorted, lifting her chin to give him an imperious
stare.
He laughed softly,
his hazel eyes dancing. “I think I’ll
stick to my preferred moniker, but thanks anyway.”
Ella threw up her
hands in exasperation, rolling her eyes at him.
His strong arms
were around her instantly, his palms pressed against the wall on either side of
her, trapping her. “I don’t permit
people to roll their eyes at me,” he said softly, a dangerous edge to his
voice.
Ella couldn’t stop
her eyes from widening. The nerve of
him! But she couldn’t deny her
attraction to him, and it was only heightened by his close proximity. His eyes had shifted from genial brown to an
intense, dark green now, offsetting his curly black hair that she secretly
wanted to run her hands through. And his
scent… She wanted to drink it in. He smelled of amber and musk and
darkness. Looking up into his eyes, she
had to resist the urge to swallow hard.
“When will you
admit that you want me, little one?” He
asked, his voice low and rough.
Ella shook her
head vigorously. “Never,” she whispered.
“You’ll never
admit it, or you’ll never want me?” He
asked with a sly smile.
“Both. Either,” she said, getting flustered. His closeness was throwing her off, his
masculine scent wreaking havoc on her brain, making her think that she did want him. But that was crazy. Brandon was a Dom through and through. And Ella wasn’t interested in a man who wanted
to undermine her.
She pressed her
hands against his hard chest, resisting the urge to run her fingers over his
sculpted body, to lightly sink her nails into his flesh…
Stop that!
She ordered herself.
He didn’t budge a
millimeter. Ella was unsettled, but she felt her body betray her, and her sex
pulsed as she realized her predicament.
What was wrong with her? She
needed to get out of here, to go home.
“Back off,” she
hissed. “Or I’ll make you.”
Brandon just
chuckled. “You’re cute when you’re
angry, you know,” he told her. Then he
cocked his head at her. “But I have to
ask: Just how are you planning to get out of this?”
His smug
expression was enough to quell her lust for him. She shot him an evil smile before shouting,
“Red!”
Several people
turned to look at them, their attention caught by the sight of Ella, the
infamous Domme, shouting out a safe word.
She was slightly embarrassed that they had heard, but it was the only
way that she knew to force Brandon away from her.
He growled, and
his hands clenched to fists against the wall.
He stared down at her for a moment, his green eyes stormy. Then he pushed away from her. Ella determinedly held back her sigh of
relief.
“Fine,” he snapped. “You win. For now.”
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