At Her Command
Ebook ISBN: 978-0-9837033-4-1
Print book ISBN: 978-0-9837033-5-8
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Dalton had to be alive.
Racing home from the sex club,
Domino had dialed her DEA partner's cell repeatedly.
No answer. Had they saved Dalton from the drug runners?
She whipped into her driveway, slammed out of the car
and hurried up the sidewalk.
Domino barely registered the
freezing wind cutting through her Mistress Bella dominatrix
outfit. Please, God, let Dalton be safe. Her
mind refused to consider the alternative.
Stepping onto her porch, she
keyed open the front door. A callused hand covered her
mouth and jerked her back against a steel-hard body.
Adrenaline shot through her as she raised her keys to
rake them across her assailant's face.
"It's me, dammit!"
Dalton! Weak with relief,
she let him pull her into her house then close and lock
the door. She spun to face the man who'd haunted her
dreams for weeks.
"Thank God." Dom launched
herself into his arms, which wrapped firmly around her.
Dalton felt so right. She raised her head to see his
smiling face. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
"Well, my balls are a little
bruised, courtesy of Mistress Bella." He chuckled at
her embarrassed flush. "But thanks to your switchblade,
I had myself free by the time those goons reached the
river. And that tracking device brought the DEA cavalry.
I owe you one, Agent Petracelli."
Dom studied his intense eyes
and thought of the paybacks he owed her for the dominatrix
sessions. Suddenly shy, she tried to escape his embrace.
"No, you don't." Dalton tightened
his arms. "I like you right where you are. Besides,
I haven't thanked you properly yet for saving my life.
There's something I've wanted to do since the first
time I saw you…"
Dom realized his intent a second
before his mouth took hers in a hard, bruising kiss. God, yes. She pressed against him, arching to
get closer still. Dalton's arms tightened almost painfully
around her body.
She gasped and his tongue drove
into her mouth, searching out and tangling with hers.
Dom splayed her fingers through his hair and held on.
For an eternity they warred for dominance. Finally they
broke apart and she looked into eyes so filled with
desire they were midnight blue.
"Tonight we'll do things my
way," Dalton warned, mocking Mistress Bella's words.
"If you're not up to the challenge, say so now and I'll
leave. Because once we start, there'll be no stopping,
no safe-word crap. Understand?"
Dom licked her dry lips and
nodded, shuddering with sexual anticipation.
Dalton's gaze flickered to her
mouth before returning to her eyes. "If I stay, I'll
explore every inch of your body and get to know you
in ways you've never dreamed before. Do you want me,
Fighting down the nerves his
words inspired, she lifted her chin. "Yes." Then the
air whooshed out of her lungs as Dalton threw her over
his shoulder in a firefighter's lift. "Is this necessary?"
she demanded, sounding squeaky to her own ears.
'Definitely." His voice rumbled
in his chest, the vibrations tickling her breasts as
she hung upside down against his back. "Which way to
"Neanderthal," she muttered
but pointed to the hallway on the right.
"It feels good to act the caveman
after weeks as a wimp," he growled. Giving her a swat
on her butt, he headed down the hall.
A bark brought him up short.
Domino pushed herself up to see Smokey standing in the
living room. Teeth bared, he looked as fierce as a thirteen-pound
dog could look.
"Is that a mutant rat?" Dalton
"He's a Chinese Crested and
a highly trained DEA drug dog," Dom defended her canine
"Call off the ankle biter unless
you want him following us to bed." Dalton's tone was
amused. "I'm no exhibitionist and I doubt you want an
Domino gulped. "Smokey, sit.
The dog obeyed, his last yips
resembling bad-tempered grumbles. Dalton continued down
the hall. More than gravity caused the blood to rush
to Dom's face as he carried her into her bedroom. Unlike
the rest of her contemporary house, the bedroom was
a romantic boudoir setting at odds with her agent persona.
And given Dalton's experiences with Mistress Bella,
the ultra-feminine room suddenly seemed absurd.
The full moon filtered through
the gauzy curtains, illuminating the king-sized bed
with its brass headboard and jumble of pillows. Dalton
dumped her onto the bed and stood hands on hips as she
pushed her hair from her face.
"Strip." His order was non-negotiable.
Domino shivered. He was following
Mistress Bella's script. Tonight would be about sex,
not love. She wouldn't project this man into any fantasies
about white picket fences and happily ever afters. She
wanted Dalton more than she'd ever wanted any man. So
she'd take the pleasure he offered without pretty promises.
But she'd protect her heart.
Domino pulled down the zipper
that bisected her silk dress. His gaze followed her
fingers and his eyes widened as he realized she wasn't
wearing a bra. A flash of feminine pride softened her
innate resistance to giving up control. She removed
the gilded dress and dropped it over the side of the
bed. Her nipples tightened under his keen inspection.
Dom kicked off her sandals and
they tumbled to the floor. All that remained were her
golden garterless stockings and her thong. She slipped
her fingers under the elastic edge of her left stocking,
peeled it down and off. Smoothing her hands up her right
leg, she grasped the top of that stocking and drew it
off as well.
Dalton's gaze stroked her bare
legs as it swept to the patch of gold silk shielding
the last of her from his eyes. She hesitated, reluctant
to take this last step.
"Everything." His hoarse voice
brooked no opposition.
Dom slid off her thong and lay
back on the bed. The hot anticipation of finally feeling
Dalton inside her fought with her discomfort at being
naked in front of this fully clothed male.
His hands curled into fists
and he seemed to be struggling for control. "Reach up
and grab hold of the bed." His order came through clenched
Dom slowly complied, the brass
of the headboard cold against her palms. The movement
arched her back and thrust up her breasts in invitation.
She was only simulating bondage, but the intensity of
his stare pinned her to the bed as surely as a rope.
Dalton's breath caught and then
continued raggedly. The knowledge of her effect on him
hardened her resolve to finish this game.
"Weeks of sexual torture…" Dalton's
eyes met hers as he yanked off his shirt. "The teasing,
the taunts." He toed off his boat shoes. "You touching,
taking…always in charge." He put his wallet on the nightstand.
"Always off-limits…" He unzipped his pants and pushed
them, along with his briefs, down and off.
Dom sucked in her breath at
the sight of his arousal. She'd seen his body before,
arrogantly handled it, but tonight was different. Tonight
she'd willingly relinquish control to the man who'd
stimulated her fantasies… Shakily, she licked her lips
and watched Dalton's mouth curve into a wicked smile.
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