Ok, he had her there.
“What the hell were you thinking? Do you have any idea what could have happened to you if one of those men had outbid me? Not to mention what you did to my plans for the weekend,” he said.
“Sorry to ruin your fun. And did you consider for a second that maybe I wanted them to do those things?” She knew what she said wasn’t true even as the words skipped right off her tongue. As much as she was curious to explore the lifestyle, she never wanted just anyone. At the end of the day, love played a more crucial role than she cared to admit.
His hands tightened around the steering wheel. “No, not like that. You would have been used like a…” he stopped.
“A whore,” she whispered. Shame engulfed her; was she so out of control? “You played along. It fucking hurt to have me waxed!”
She regretted it as soon as the words were out. He pulled the Jaguar swiftly to the side of the road and the seatbelt tightened over her chest with the force of the sudden stop. He took her wrist and pulled her arm sharply toward him, forcing her to look at him. “Listen up, Emma; I’m only going to say this once. You don’t belong in a place like that; it’s not for little girls who think they’re grown up. Those men in there don’t give a damn about you. They would have paid a price to have you and I can assure you, they’d get their money’s worth and you wouldn’t like it. Not one bit.”
“Isn’t that what you’re going to do?”
His grip tightened.
Her heart raced and she stared at this man who suddenly frightened her in his rage.
“You’re hurting me,” she said, her body in flight mode.
He must have seen it because he softened his grip just a little. “When I took off your blindfold and recognized you, I needed to create some distraction to give myself time to think. These are men neither you nor I want to fuck with.”
She tried to free herself. “I could have handled them. If they’re anything like Damien, it would be easy.” Anxiety made her skin hot and cold at the same time.
He released her and, turning away, inhaled a deep breath. He pulled the car onto the road. “Your boy Damien…”
“He’s not my boy,” she cut him off.
His glance quieted her. “Your boy Damien is just that, a boy. A novice. He’s nothing more than a pimp. You were just a prize for him. A top-dollar prize.”
He was waiting for something but she had no response. What he said was true, after all.
“Why did you do it anyway?” he asked, keeping his eyes on the road. “What could you possibly hope to get out of it?”
“None of your business,” she said, staring straight ahead.
“But it is my business. And so are you. I’ve just bought your contract, Emma. I own you for the weekend.”
She turned to him, trying to gauge if he was serious.
He grinned that wickedly sexy grin she remembered so well. It still had the same effect on her today that it had six years ago. “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue? It is a pretty tongue, I have to say,” he taunted. She turned away. “Although a little sharp at times.”
“You wouldn’t hold me to it,” she said, not sure at all what he would or wouldn’t do.
He smiled.
“The contract gives you access to my physical body only,” she continued.
His smile grew. She went white.
“Where are we going?” she asked when he turned onto a side road and slowed.
“Home. My home, but yours too for the weekend.”
She felt suddenly, incredibly, nervous.
“I thought this was what you wanted,” he said, his voice still playing with her. “Aren’t you curious what a weekend with a real Dom would be like? I can promise you it will be quite different than anything you had with your boy toy.”
“Jealous, Luke?” she asked, even as her insides quaked.
“Like I said earlier,” he said, turning to her as he pulled onto the driveway of a large, dark house. “Master or Sir will do just fine. That’s rule number one.”
“You’re crazy if you think I’m going to call you either of those, Luke.”
“I told you I liked a little fire in my women. I appreciate you remembering that,” he said and stepped out of the car, coming over to her side and opening the door.
“I’m not one of your women,” she said, refusing to budge.
“No, you’re not. You’re a little girl,” he said, reaching over her to unbuckle her seatbelt. “But I’ll teach you how to be a good submissive this weekend. Are you coming out on your own or am I carrying you?”
She gave him a look before climbing out of the car. “Luke,” she said under her breath, making a face.