Page 9 of Big Bad Boss: Mated
This day will never end.
Sully slips into my office just as I’m wrapping things up. “The vampire king sent correspondence.”
“Correspondence?”
He waves an engraved envelope. I can smell the vampire stench–cold, metallic–from here. “The date is set.”
I grind my teeth. Vampires love their games.
A powerful alpha like me shouldn’t let a vampire toy with him, especially not in a public scene. But Thaddeus is an important ally. Bringing a newly claimed mate to scene at his club is an old tradition in New York amongst the paranormal crowd. To refuse his demands after requesting a favor would be bad form.
Still, if I hadn’t caught the scent of Madison’s arousal when she heard about the leech’s request, I would’ve refused the vampire king, consequences be damned. But Madi was turned on. She’s never been to a BDSM club. Never experienced the kind of formal or ritualized sex play that goes on in those venues.
I strongly suspect the atmosphere and our scene there will fulfill multiple fantasies for my dominance-loving mate. Probably several she didn’t even know she had. I know how my authority makes her drip.
What my mate wants, she gets.
The idea of showing her that world–being her guide to the devilry–turns me on. Part of me can’t wait to be her dom in a BDSM club. The other part fears I’ll lose control of my wolf and tear some other male to pieces for looking at her.
But she’ll be under my control the entire time. No one else will touch her. And I could blindfold her if I don’t want her looking at any other males. Hmm. What might really soothe my wolf would be to have her on a collar and leash.
When I get to our building, I ignore the elevator and take the stairs. I bound them two at a time. Damn the vampire king for bringing this about, but tonight? Tonight is all about us. All about sensation and the connection we have.
Her scent teases me the moment I enter the hall to the penthouse. My cock strains against my zipper as I follow it, hunting her like prey. I turn the key in the lock and enter. I find her in our bedroom. She followed my orders, as I knew she would. My mate always gets it right.
She’s in the shadows, at attention, her legs spread, her hands on her head.
She’s perfect.
“Good girl,” I purr.
“Am I?” Her voice is sultry.
Madi
Brick prowls into the room. “Yes, you are.”
My calves are tight from waiting. I’m used to uncomfortable heels, but standing still for minutes at a time? How do models do it?
But now, with him here, the wait was worth it. His presence fills the space with his woodsy scent and something more–his dominance. It’s all enveloping, blanketing my senses. The stiff muscles in my back and neck relax. After a long day at the office, giving orders, it’s nice to have someone else take control. I can finally turn off my brain and sink into him.
As he paces around me, I can feel him studying me. I keep my own gaze level, staring straight ahead.
“Tonight is a test. A rehearsal for our scene.”
My heart pounds in time with his footsteps.
“You’ll obey my every command. Immediately and without question.”
Yes!
“When we’re at Twilight, the spotlight will be on us. They’ll want to see proof of my dominance.”
“I understand,” I say breathlessly.
He draws my head back with a fist in my hair. “I don't think you do. Everyone will be watching.”
The perfectionist in me is thrilled. I thrive on pressure, and a part of me wants to show off. I’ll get to do my best, and everyone will know how perfect I am.