Their Famous Dominant

by Nicole Edwards

  Well, fuck. “No. I … um… Shower it is.”

  I took a deep breath and moved into the room when he turned and stared at me, clearly waiting for me to follow his direction.

  “I want you to strip,” he commanded.

  I could get used to this. Having this man tell me what he wanted, versus trying to figure it out for myself. It made things significantly easier. Not to mention, much, much hotter.

  I swallowed hard, then dropped the iPad on the bed before reaching behind my head to pull off my shirt. Once that was off, I opened my eyes to see Master was sitting on the edge of the mattress watching me intently.

  “Keep going.” His eyes trailed over my chest.

  I purposely tightened my abs, showing off the washboard stomach I’d worked so hard to have. It wasn’t something I had thought about before I went to work for Master, but after I’d realized how much I was in the public eye, taking care of myself became a priority. I was never more grateful for that decision than I was right now.

  I unbuttoned my jeans, lowered the zipper, then shoved them down. It wasn’t until they were around my ankles that I realized I hadn’t taken off my shoes. It wasn’t easy, and I only stumbled once, but I managed to toe them off, then kick off my jeans and boxers. I was evidently not cut out for a seductive striptease.

  “Very nice.” Master’s tone was deeper, rougher than before, his eyes hungry as he got to his feet. “Now me.”

  I prayed he didn’t notice how my hands were trembling when I moved closer. His eyes were locked on mine as I unbuttoned his shirt, working my way down. I pulled the tails out of his slacks, allowing my hands to slide beneath, grazing smooth, warm skin.

  As I worked open his slacks, I could feel the hard ridge of his erection. There was no denying he was turned on by this and it made me feel powerful.

  Remembering his earlier warning, I didn’t stop to stroke him. Master was in control, he made the rules, and I was going to follow them to the letter because I damn sure didn’t want this to stop.

  I had to go to my knees to untie his shoes, and once I’d managed to strip him completely, Master’s hand tangled in my hair and he pulled my head back so I was staring up at him.

  His other hand was stroking his thick shaft as he locked his gaze with mine. I wanted him to shove his cock in my mouth, to force me to suck him.

  “I really like you just like that,” he said gruffly, his cock angled toward my mouth. “Open your mouth, boy.”

  I did, my ultimate fantasy finally coming true.

  He brushed the head of his cock over my lips and I swallowed the crown. He was in control, which meant I could only take what he offered.

  “Oh, fuck,” he hissed. “Wider.”

  When he pushed in deeper, the smooth, velvet head of his cock grazing my tongue, I was tempted to close my mouth around him, to show him how good I could make him feel. His cock filled my mouth completely. He was wider than I anticipated, the thick shaft angling upward slightly. I focused on how it felt to have him in my mouth and I silently prayed he wouldn’t stop.

  “Christ, that feels good,” he said on a gruff whisper. “Close your mouth around me.”

  I sucked him deeper, gliding my tongue along the underside of his shaft, wanting to give him as much pleasure as possible.

  Unfortunately, Master didn’t linger for long. He took a step back, his cock slipping out of my mouth.

  “Stand.”

  His hand remained in my hair as I got to my feet. Then I was being urged backward as we made the trek to the bathroom. The shower was already running, the warmth of the water steaming up the mirror. We didn’t stop until we were standing beneath the spray, Master’s eyes never leaving mine.

  “Whatever you do, keep your hands to yourself.”

  I nodded.

  “It’s my turn right now. I’m going to touch you as much as I want.”

  Okay. Yeah. I didn’t have a problem with that.

  “But first…” Master slammed his mouth down on mine, the kiss fueled by the foreplay we’d experienced merely from undressing.

  Unable to help myself, I moaned into his mouth, wanting to express how fucking much I liked what he was doing. His hands slid to my sides, wandering slowly over my skin. I couldn’t tell if he was hesitant or merely taking his time. Not that I cared. As long as he didn’t stop touching me.

  When he pulled back, we were both breathing hard. He tugged me out of the direct line of the water, grabbed a bottle of body wash, and soaped up his hands before he took his time lathering me up from my neck to my ankles, then slowly working his way back up.

  I inhaled deeply, Trent’s familiar scent filling my senses. The body wash was scented and I briefly wondered if I could afford it simply so I could smell him all the damn time.

  “Turn around,” he ordered. “Put your hands on the wall.”

  I did.

  “Spread your legs.”

  I did that, too. No hesitation whatsoever and for me that was huge. It meant I trusted him, something I hadn’t even given any thought to.

  His hands returned, and he continued to run them over me, his arms wrapping around me, lathering my chest and stomach once more before venturing lower. When his fist wrapped around my cock, we both hissed.

  His mouth was at my ear, his voice a deep rumble when he spoke. “I look forward to spending hours getting to know this body.” His hand dipped lower, cupping my balls. “Exploring every inch of you with my hands, my tongue, my cock.”

  I shivered.

  Master trailed his hands around to my back, his warmth disappearing. His soapy hands caressed my shoulders, then inched downward before grabbing my ass roughly.

  When his finger slipped inside my crack, my cock jerked and twitched. He was going to make me come and I wasn’t sure I had permission. That was a thing, by the way. Withholding orgasms. I’d read about it.

  “One of these days, my cock is going to be right here,” he growled as his finger teased my asshole. “I’m going to slide deep inside you…”

  “Oh, fuck,” I groaned, my head falling back when he pushed one finger inside.

  He shifted closer, one hand in my hair, holding my head back as his mouth trailed over my neck, his finger fucking my ass.

  “You are not allowed to come, boy. Not yet.”

  “Master…” I was too close.

  “I like hearing you call me that,” he whispered, nipping my ear. “It makes me feel powerful. In control. Which is exactly what I am when it comes to you. I hold your pleasure in the palm of my hand at all times.”

  He added another finger, probing deeper, brushing against my prostate.

  I cried out, trying to hold back.

  “Tell me who I am,” he commanded.

  “Master,” I moaned. “You’re my Master.” That was what I wanted. I wanted to give myself completely to this man. Every ounce of my being. I needed him to control me, to force his pleasure upon me.

  And above all else, I needed to submit to him.

  “Do you want to come? Or do you want to wait? Anticipation does make it better.”

  I wanted to come, but I refrained from saying so. “I… Whatever pleases you, Master. That’s all I want,” I admitted on a rush of air. “To please you.”

  “Fuck,” he hissed as his fingers fucked me more insistently. “You’re going to test my control, boy. I’ll have to watch you closely. I want you to come. Just like this. Without touching your cock.”

  The hand he had in my hair tightened, twisting so I was forced to turn my head to the side. Seconds later, with his chest to my back, his mouth descended on mine again, two fingers still penetrating my ass.

  His tongue fucked my mouth the way his fingers fucked my ass, and it didn’t take long before I was groaning roughly, coming in a rush that had my head spinning, my breath all but disappearing.

  “Fuck, I love that,” he growled. “I’m going to enjoy watching you come next time.”

  It was then I realized this man was going t
o own every part of me. He was going to show me things I’d never known before. Things about myself I hadn’t realized were lurking inside.

  And I was looking forward to every single second.

  SIXTEEN

  Clarissa

  I WOULD ADMIT, I’D NEVER had the sort of spa experience like the one I’d had today. Primed, buffed, polished, spritzed, and shined from head to toe was exactly how I left the place. Oh, and I couldn’t forget the full-body massage or the time I spent in a soothing bath, followed by the sauna. After I showered, using the exquisite body products they had for me, I was treated to a facial, followed by a pretty redhead doing my hair and makeup.

  And the kind woman who had relieved me of that pesky pubic hair had been right. By the time I strolled back out to the waiting limo, I had forgotten all about the pain. In fact, I’d been floating on a cloud.

  When Zeke and I arrived back at my house, I did as promised, contacting Troy to see about getting Tank approved to come to the fundraiser. While I had fully intended to call them myself, he had graciously handled the matter, calling me back to inform me it would not be a problem.

  I relayed that information to Zeke and the man’s face lit up. Honest to God, I had never met anyone who was as attached to their dog as Zeke was.

  Then again, when it came to this specific dog, I could understand the attachment. I liked Tank. The four-year-old Labrador retriever was perhaps the most well-behaved dog I’d ever met. He didn’t beg, he didn’t jump. But his tail wagged constantly, a sign that he was completely content right where he was.

  We weren’t at the house long when the doorbell rang. It surprised me at first. Zeke handled it with ease, coming back inside carrying two hangers extending from thick plastic covers and a smaller bag. He separated everything and passed one hanger off to me along with the bag.

  “Your dress,” he said, motioning to the hanger. “And that appears to be for tomorrow night.”

  I felt my cheeks heat. I hadn’t expected him to look, but I guess it made sense. If he was guarding me, he would ensure he knew what was in the bag.

  “The limo will be here at seven,” he informed me.

  I glanced at the clock. That was only forty-five minutes. Since the spa had taken care of all the details, the only thing I had to do was get dressed.

  “I’ll be outside if you need me,” Zeke said, motioning toward the back door. “And don’t answer the door, girl.”

  I smiled. “I won’t.”

  When he slipped outside with Tank in tow, I headed toward my bedroom. After laying the dress out on the bed, I slowly unzipped the cover, eager to see what Trent had selected for me.

  My jaw almost hit the floor.

  Oscar de la Renta.

  That shouldn’t have surprised me. Not from Trent, anyway.

  The black Chantilly lace and taffeta cocktail dress was exquisite. The bodice and the A-line skirt were made of dozens of triangles sewn together, while the neckline and arms were composed of a floral pattern. The entire thing was see-thru, covering a body-hugging silk mini dress beneath.

  I opened the bag to find two additional bags. One contained a shoe box, which held a pair of sky-high black sandals. The other was a much more erotic ensemble, which I took to be my outfit for tomorrow night. The emerald-green corset was beautiful, in a rib-choking sort of way.

  I smiled to myself as I prepared for the final step before the evening began.

  *

  I didn’t emerge from my bedroom until I was completely dressed. It had taken me a few minutes to get used to the feel of the dress against my skin. My bare skin, that was. Beneath the silk mini-dress, I was wearing exactly nothing. No bra, no panties. Every step I took reminded me of that fact.

  “You look gorgeous,” Zeke said when I joined him in the living room.

  “I think that’s my line,” I said with a grin. The man looked regal in the tuxedo Trent had sent over for him. While he said he didn’t care for them, you couldn’t tell it by looking at him.

  “Trent texted that they’re on the way.”

  I nodded, then rubbed Tank’s head when he wandered over to me. “You get to go with us tonight,” I told the dog. “Probably good that you’re there to keep your master in line.”

  When I looked up, I saw Zeke watching me.

  “You’re good for him,” he said.

  I frowned. “Who? Tank?”

  He chuckled. “No. Ramsey.”

  I wasn’t sure what to say to that. While I had been looking forward to tonight ever since Trent called, I knew better than to get my hopes up.

  “Just so you know,” Zeke added, “things’ll likely heat up after tonight.”

  “Heat up how?”

  “This event is going to draw the press out. When they get wind of you and Trent and Troy together, I’d bet money they’ll start camping outside your house.”

  I frowned. “Maybe we should go separately.”

  Zeke shook his head. “No way is the boss man going to allow that to happen. He wants you with him, so I suggest you keep that ridiculousness to yourself.” He took a step closer. “Just remember what I said. Ignore anyone asking you questions. If they corner you, tell them you have no comment.”

  “Corner me?” That was a horrifying thought. “Why would they do that?”

  “Because they’re gonna want to know what Trent’s up to. It’s your responsibility to ensure they don’t get any details from you.”

  Wow. That was a tall order. What if they did? Not on purpose, of course. I wasn’t about to share anything with a reporter. But now I was worried I would do so unintentionally.

  “Relax, girl. It’ll be fine. Trust me. I won’t let anyone get close to you. So just smile and look beautiful. That comes naturally for you.”

  Yeah.

  I didn’t know about that.

  Trent

  WHEN I ARRIVED AT CLARISSA’S, I was greeted at the door by Zeke. He mentioned she was grabbing something, so I waited patiently. I was eager to see her, curious as to what Troy had picked out for her to wear. I absolutely had not been expecting the woman who came down the hall.

  Holy.

  Fuck.

  I had never seen a more beautiful woman in my entire life. Seeing Clarissa walking toward me wearing that dress and those shoes, her hair pulled up to show off the delicate lines of her neck… Needless to say, I’d been stunned silent for a moment.

  She must’ve seen the lust burning in my eyes, because she smiled up at me with those glossy pink lips.

  “Good evening, Master,” she whispered softly.

  “You look stunning, sunshine.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Are you ready?” Zeke prompted. “Or do you want to ogle her for a little longer?”

  I fought the urge to flip him off, never taking my gaze off Clarissa.

  I turned and motioned toward the door. She went willingly and I fell into step behind her.

  “Please wait,” Ransom stated when we had joined him on the porch. “It appears we’ve drawn a crowd.”

  We waited while Zeke locked up the house, then both men flanked us on the way to the car. It wasn’t for security reasons, more so people couldn’t snap pictures as we were walking out of her house.

  “Tank and I will ride up front,” Zeke said when he opened the door. “Bishop’ll ride back there with you.”

  Once we were all safely ensconced in the limo, I felt Clarissa breathe a sigh of relief. Her eyes then flew to Troy, who was sitting across from us.

  “Are you all right?” Troy asked, his eyes wide as he took her in the same way I had when I first saw her. All the way from her silky auburn hair down to those pretty pink toes.

  “I’m great,” she said with a smile.

  Troy smiled back. “You look amazing.”

  “I could say the same to you.” She smiled over at me. “And you.”

  I grinned, then relaxed into the chair as the car started forward.

  “My neighbors are evidently intere
sted in what’s going on,” she said as we passed a group of people chatting and pointing.

  “Do you know them well?” I asked.

  “Some of them. Not like we get together for coffee or anything, though.”

  Considering there would be news crews at this event, I figured her neighbors were about to get all the details they’d ever need. Perhaps it was a good thing Clarissa was moving.

  “If you don’t mind me asking, what sort of fundraiser is this?” she asked, her gaze turning back to Troy.

  “It’s for the Domestic Abuse Treatment Center of Dallas,” he explained. “Trent got involved with the organization five or six years ago.”

  “Really?” Clarissa’s wide eyes swung over to me.

  “Yes,” Troy continued. “He does quite a bit for them, including raising money for the shelters, as well as helping raise awareness.”

  “That’s wonderful. The law office I used to work for raised money for them,” Clarissa noted. “We did a few team-building efforts to help as well. What does tonight’s event entail?”

  “There’s a dinner,” Troy told her, “as well as a silent auction. And they’ve asked Trent to make a speech.”

  “Will you?” she asked, those pretty brown eyes swinging over to me.

  “Of course.”

  “Is there anything specific I should do?” she asked.

  It was obvious Clarissa was worried about tonight. I wanted to ease her mind, to find a way to get her to relax.

  “I want you and Troy to remain with me throughout the evening. Bishop and Zeke will be with us the entire time. Do not leave my side without one of them, understood?”

  “I understand.”

  “There will be additional security, but you shouldn’t interact with any of them.”

  “How many?” she asked.

  “A dozen or so.” While my security teams were rarely seen, they were always there when I was in public. I’d learned early on that it paid to have them around. Most people were harmless, but I’d met a few nutjobs over the years and I would rather not take my chances. Certainly not with Clarissa and Troy with me.