Seduced By My Doms BN (20 page)

“I’d like to make tonight up to you, Liz. Would you go out
with me, again, if I tabled the topic of BDSM?”

James actually wanted to see me again? Blindsided, I had no
time to weigh the pros and cons of such a decision. My heart said “
do it
”
but my head said “
hold on a minute.
”

When I didn’t answer, a bitter expression curled his lips.
“Guess not. I’ll walk you to your door.”

When had I turned into such a spineless, chicken-shit?

I desperately wanted to spend more time with James, despite
his kinky inclinations and my own idiotic fears. I had no reason to harbor
anxiety about the lifestyle, at least not with James. He’d been both patient
and reassuring when he’d introduced me to a sampling of submission hours ago.
Though it might be foolish, I trusted that he’d keep his vow and never hurt me.
All he wanted in return was honesty. The man had been forthright and direct in
his desire to teach me something new and different and when I was poised over
his knees, it had been paradise. James had given me a poignantly deeper level
of comfort, reassurance, and affection in one day than Ryan had in over two
years.

What about Ian?

The man’s intensity unhinged me and made me nervous, all the
way to my bones. He provoked a level of apprehension ten times more powerful
than learning about submission. The fact that they wanted to share me, while
tripping every trigger in my sexual psyche, scared me half to death. Not that I
didn’t want to live out that fantasy, but I didn’t know if I could live with
myself if I gave in to my desires. I wasn’t about to turn into some sleazy,
slutty whore, no matter how badly I ached to make love to them both. No, some
dreams were best left to remain solely in my own head.

Staring at James, I placed my hand over his, shamed that I’d
been the one who put the look of rejection on his face.

“I’d like to go out with you again, James.”

“Good. I’d like that, too.” A broad smile finally spread
over his lips, smoothing out his prickly expression.

“I’m not sure I’m ready for what you and Ian want from me. I
may never be.”

“I appreciate your honesty.”

“I’ll be honest with you from now on.”

“Prove it,” he challenged. “Tell me how it felt when I had
you over my knees.”

My face grew hot, and though his bold question embarrassed
me, James knew by how wet I’d been that I hadn’t hated it. “It was spectacular.
I—I can’t describe how the spanking felt. The burn…it seemed to sink sank past
my bones. And the vampire glove? I can’t stop thinking about that either. It
shocked and excited me. The soft fur and the biting teeth… I knew in my heart
you weren’t going to spank me with the spikes, but my brain kept expecting you
to. I lay there thinking what if? So I held still.” Pausing for a moment, I
gripped hold of my courage. “I’d like for you to teach me more, but I’m not
sure what I need to do in order to move to the next level.”

James brushed his knuckles down my cheek. His tender affection
bolstered my confidence, as if he’d placed a safety net beneath me.

“You don’t,” he whispered leaning in close to me. “I’m the
one who guides you; one step at a time, and one day at a time. All right?”

From the moment Ian arrived, I felt as if I’d been tossed
overboard, splashing to keep my head above water in a sea of rolling whitecaps,
afraid that I’d drown before I reached dry land. James’ reassurance was the
lifeline I’d been seeking. I felt ready for James to lead me through calmer
seas. I might only be the vessel, but James was the captain, and I had complete
faith that he would navigate me exactly where I needed to go.

“Okay,” I replied with conviction.

“I may not be able to change who I am, Liz, but I can shift
my Dominance down into low gear. The one thing I can’t do is shut off my desire
for you.”

James slanted his lips over mine, claiming me in a
passionate, powerful kiss. When I parted my lips to greedily suck in his
tongue, he pulled away.

“Don’t forget who’s in charge, gorgeous,” he reminded with a
playful smile, then jumped out of the truck.

Charmed by the way James enjoyed flexing his Dom muscle, I
knew he’d keep me on my toes. Opening the door, he helped me down from his
truck, then walked me to the front porch.

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow night at seven.”

Gripping my hair, he took possession of another kiss. There
was nothing soft or sensual about this one. It was a
clothes-tearing-make-my-pussy-come-to-life kind of kiss that James brought to a
screeching halt all too soon.

Backing away, he whispered goodnight. James watched until I
was safely inside and locked the door behind me. Peering out the window of the
front room, I admired his gloriously broad shoulders, long muscular legs, and
sexy fine ass as he swaggered back to his truck. Rubbing my palms together, I
could still feel the heat of his naked flesh. I watched him drive away before
turning toward my bedroom. Halfway down the hall, my cell phone rang. Racing
back to the family room, I pulled it from my purse and dragged it to my ear
without checking the caller ID.

“Miss me already?” I chuckled.

“Yes. It’s a fucking zoo here again tonight.” Cindy’s
laughed.

Hearing her voice caught me off guard. I’d expected the call
to be James.

“Oh honey,” I commiserated. “Do you need me to come in?”

“No. Hell no. That’s not why I called.” Cindy paused and
sucked in a deep breath. “I’m on break and oh my god, Liz. You’re never going
to believe what happened.”

“What? What is it?” I couldn’t help but grin.

“He asked me out. He fucking asked me out.” The excitement
in Cindy’s voice held enough electricity to light up all of Vegas. “Oh my god,
I thought I was going to pass out at his feet.”

I knew the ‘
he
’ Cindy was squealing about was none
other than Dr. Samuel Brooks—the same man I suspected of being a member of
Genesis. Fearing my bestie was unknowingly about to step off the side of a
cliff, my duty to protect Sam’s anonymity chafed with the need to protect my
friend. Desperate to warn her, I quickly reminded myself that all I had was
supposition. And while I didn’t know a lot about the lifestyle, I knew outing a
member of Genesis was a huge no-no.

“Sam finally asked you out?” I choked.

“Yes,” she squealed. “The only other man who makes me this
freaking-assed hot is Gerard Butler. But I’d choose Sam over him, any day. Oh
my god.”

“Details, woman,” I laughed, shoving my worries away to
share in Cindy’s excitement.

“He asked me out five freaking minutes ago,” she gushed. “Oh
my god, I can’t believe this. Okay, so he came down to check on a woman with a
torn placenta. Evidently Sam didn’t know that Dr. Margolis was on call. Anyway,
both of them were here in the ER and… Oh god, Liz.” Her voice quivered. “I
can’t stop shaking.”

“Slow down,” I laughed. “Tell me step by step.”

Wearing a cheesy grin, I wandered back to my bedroom and
plopped down on the bed.

“Okay, so once Sam saw that Margolis had everything under
control, hot Dr. Brooks asked if he could have a word with me,
privately
.
I wanted so bad to tell him the only place private was my bedroom, but then I
thought maybe he wanted to make the first move. Or tell me in private to stop
drooling every time I saw him. Hell, I didn’t know what he wanted. I was so
damn nervous I thought I might throw up all over his shoes. So I followed him
back to the supply room… walking on air, I might add, and when we stepped
inside, he put big strong hands on my shoulders and stared into my eyes.”

“At which point, you stripped him naked and fucked his
brains out, right?” I taunted.

“You have
no
idea how badly I wanted to do just
that,” she laughed. “Oh, Liz, he’s so damn confident and assertive, it makes me
tingle. He has this whole: I’m-in-charge thing that pours off him. It’s hot as
hell.”

That’s because he’s a fucking Dom.
I covered my
hand over my mouth to keep the words from rolling off my tongue.

“I swear, I haven’t stopped shaking. After he left, I wanted
ten minutes of alone time just to take the edge off… I think my toys are going
to get a workout tonight. Hell, I might not even need toys. I could probably
get off in five seconds just by replaying all the things he said and did to
me.”

“What exactly did he say and do, Cindy?” I barked. Cringing,
I prayed she didn’t hear the tone of panic in my voice.

“He stroked his big, soft fingers over my cheek. I swear
there had to be electricity arcing off his touch. I was shaking and had
goosebumps breaking out all over me. He gazed at me with those sparkling,
sapphire eyes, and his voice turned all husky. He told me I was the sexiest,
little chocolate kiss he’d ever seen. He said that he constantly dreams of me
melting all over his tongue.”

Holy crap.

“I wanted to rip off my scrubs, grab him by the ears and
drag him to my pussy so he didn’t have to dream about it a minute longer,” she
groaned, then squealed. “He’s taking me out to dinner next Friday night. I’ve
already put in for a PTO day, and if they don’t give it to me I’m going to call
in sick. There’s no way I’m blowing this opportunity. Help me, Liz. What am I
going to wear? Lord, I feel like a damn teenager going to prom.”

I didn’t have the heart to tell her she sounded like one,
too. We spent the rest of Cindy’s break discussing outfits for her date,
giggling like a couple of high school girls.

“Oh, shit. EMT’s just brought another one in. I have to run.
I’ll call you tomorrow. Love you. Bye.”

“Bye,” I replied, but she’d already hung up.

After changing my clothes, I crawled into bed. My mind raced
with thoughts of James, Ian, Cindy and the likely Dominant, Doctor Brooks. I
couldn’t help but worry that she and I were racing down a one-way street—in the
wrong damn direction. Time would tell.

#

At half past ten, the next morning, I was anxious to check
on Trevor as I pulled into the hospital’s parking garage. I scanned my badge at
the employee entrance of ICU, bypassing the waiting room once again. When I
crossed the threshold into Trevor’s room, I discovered he wasn’t in bed. Behind
the closed bathroom door, I heard water running and an indulgent male moan.

What the hell?

Rapping my knuckles on the door, I was ready to tear into
Drake. It was much too soon for Trevor to be having sex.

“Drake. It’s Liz. Are you and Trevor in there?” I barked.

“Yes. Come on in,” he invited.

Pausing, I was afraid of what I’d find. Tentatively poking
my head into the room, I spotted Trevor bent over the sink. The back of his
hospital gown hung open, revealing his lily-white butt cheeks. Drake stood next
to him, washing Trevor’s hair.

“Oh. You’re just washing his…um, never mind.”

As I quickly hauled my mind out of the gutter, Drake arched
a brow and smirked. By his look alone, I knew he’d read my mind.

“Hey,
Listh
,” Trevor lisped,
holding tight to the edge of the sink. “They won’t let me take a bath yet,
but…”

“The dried blood on his scalp was driving my boy crazy,”
Drake explained as he lightly massaged his thick fingers, covered in pink
tinted bubbles, over Trevor’s scalp. “Don’t worry I’m being careful of his
stitches. I’ve done this before.”

“We hear you kicked Ian… I mean that you
met
Ian
lass night,” Trevor stated with a giggle as Drake snorted. “What did you think
of him?”

“Um, yeah. I met him,” I replied, not bothering to give the
gory details, which they obviously had already heard. “He seems like a nice
guy.”

If you like pushy, cocky, and sarcastically, droll men.

“That must have been before you kicked him in the balls.”
Drake grinned.

I groaned and my cheeks grew hot. “Actually it was after.
News sure travels fast in the Genesis inner circle.”

“Only the good stuff,” Trevor replied as Drake rinsed the
bubbles from his hair.

“It was all a big misunderstanding,” I explained.

“It serves his ass right for assuming you were someone
else,” Drake replied with a wink.

“Well, if I’d have known he was Ian I —”

“Are you guys talking shit on me?” Ian interrupted. Moving
in close behind me, he peeked into the bathroom before capturing me with a
panty-melting stare. “Good morning, little one.”

A practiced smile settled over his lips, the same one that
probably charmed dozens of women out of their clothes. And for a split second,
I wanted to be one of those women. I couldn’t stop staring at his Italian suit
or the way his sun-kissed skin glowed against the crisp, white cotton shirt.
While his intensity scared the crap out of me, the man looked positively
scrumptious.

“Morning,” I mumbled. Remembering the way he commanded me to
strip the night before, I smoothed a hand through my hair, growing more nervous
and self-conscious by the second.

“You were right, Drake. The pancakes in the cafeteria are to
die for,” Ian announced, staring into my eyes. “Have you had breakfast yet,
little one?”

“Um, no.” I shook my head.

“Come on. I’m buying.”

Without waiting for me to respond, Ian clutched my elbow. Electricity
zipped up my arm while desire knotted and pulled at my belly. Ian drew me away
from the bathroom door; I warred between wriggling free or burying my face
against his neck to breathe in the scent of his sandalwood cologne.

“No, really. I’m fine. I don’t eat—”

“I insist,” he replied with a scowl, seemingly unaccustomed
to women not following his command without question. Ian gave me a wink as I
pursed my lips. “We’ll be back in a few.”

Drake absently nodded as he slowly twisted a towel around
Trevor’s long, wet hair.