Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 86510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
“I really enjoyed meeting your grandmother,” I say. “She’s one of a kind.”
“That she is, Blossom.”
He’s using my club name here, which he should.
But I long to hear my given name from his full lips again.
Freddy returns with our drinks. “One Macallan fifteen-year neat, and a Sazerac for the beautiful lady.”
“Thank you.” Ronan shoves a bill toward Freddy.
Freddy pockets it. “And thank you.”
An open bar is part of our club membership, but we’re still expected to tip the servers and bartenders.
I take a sip of my Sazerac. It’s good but…different.
Ronan raises his eyebrows at me. “So…?”
“Delicious. But not like the one at your grandmother’s.”
“Everything always tastes a little bit better in the Big Easy. I had a good time with you, Blossom.”
“I did too. I mean…” I stir my Sazerac. “Not every submissive can say they’ve been fucked by a ghost.”
His lips curve slightly upward.
I wonder what it would take to get a huge smile out of him.
“You look beautiful tonight.”
“Thank you. So do you.” I grin and take another sip. “Isn’t it funny that we both wore the same thing we wore when we first met?”
“Oh, yeah,” he says. “That is what you’re wearing.”
“You’re such a man. Men never notice things like clothing, do they?”
“We notice it more when it’s lying in a heap on the floor.”
I smile.
So strange how mere words affect me. I’m not used to that.
I gesture to his tartan. “Why did you wear the same thing?”
“It was clean.”
I let out a soft chuckle. “You’re something, Ronan.”
“So are you, my sweet, fragrant Blossom.” He leans toward my ear. “And I do mean sweet and fragrant.”
Tingles shoot through me, and I’m ready. So ready for what he has in store for me. We haven’t discussed the scene, but he already knows a little bit about what I like. I imagine we’ll set some limits before we go back. Or maybe we won’t. Part of me wants to be surprised.
Ronan shoots his scotch back in one gulp.
But he doesn’t ask Freddy for another.
“You want me to finish this?” I ask.
“You go at your own pace,” he says. “Tonight isn’t just about me. It’s also about you. I’m going to show you how to please me. And I’m willing to take all the time you need.”
My heart nearly skips a beat. Everything he says makes me shudder. Makes me quake with excitement and arousal. He’s the Dominant, so yes, it is about me pleasing him and about me submitting to him. But as a submissive, I help make the rules.
Unless I’ve known a Dominant for a while and have played with him more than once, we always have a talk before the scene. It’s standard operating procedure.
But I almost hope I don’t have that talk with Ronan.
I’m willing to let him do whatever he wants to me. After all, he already knows my hard limits. And I know him well enough to know he won’t try to breach them.
He knows my safe word. We’ve already been together twice. He knows my body.
He’s been inside my ass, and I don’t normally let a Dom in my ass until we’ve been together several times so I know that I have his complete trust.
But with Ronan…
Already I know I’ll go wherever he wants tonight. I’ll go into the most forbidden, erotic, taboo fantasy if that’s what this man wants.
Because what he wants is ultimately what I want.
To please him.
With every cell in my body, I want to please Ronan O’Connor.
More than I’ve ever wanted to please any Dominant before. Even Lucas.
I finish my drink. “I’m ready when you are…sir.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Ronan
My groin tightens. All I can think about is getting Mary back to a room. I was able to reserve one of the larger private suites. When we arrive, the lights are dimmed. In the corner is a king-size bed covered in red silk.
“Turn around, Mary,” I command.
She turns, her back to me. I thread my hands into her soft hair.
“I’m going to braid your hair.”
“Why?”
“That’s for me to know. You be quiet now.”
Her hair is soft and silky as I braid it, and it feels wonderful against my fingertips.
Once it’s braided, I slide my hands over her thighs, gliding her dress up and over her hips and ass.
A moment later, the dress is off, and only her panties cover her.
I set her on the edge of the bed, and then I bind her hands with handcuffs.
She lies on the bed, her nipples hard and turgid.
Then I remove her panties.
I climb on top of her, hover over her. Kiss her neck, her lips. Her nipples.
So much more I could do to her in this place, but what I want is her. Now.
I shove my dick into her.
I fuck her hard, fuck her fast…
“My God, Ronan!”
I’ll punish her for speaking, but not now.
Now I need to—