Free Fae Dominance by J. B. Miller

“Then you win. I also have to be able to walk the same straight line to the exit or I forfeit my victory.”
    There was no way in hell an hour's worth of drinking would have me so under the table I couldn't walk soberly to those damned doors.
    This seemed too easy, especially since he had to make it the same distance.
    “What do you win if I can’t make it to those doors, Robin?” I asked.
    A fission of worry slid down my spine as the wickedest smile I had ever seen spread across his face. It was one of those rare true smiles. My wolf perked up in interest. As far as he was concerned Robin was our mate, and therefore it could only be good news that such a glint was in his eyes. Me, I was not so sure.
    “Oh, puppy, if I win its simple. You submit,” he purred.
    The words froze me. They meant so much more than he was saying but I understood exactly what he was demanding. If I lost then he would dominate me, not just physically or mentally but sexually as well. I was not naïve, I knew where this was going. I realized that eventually we would come to this. I just never thought it would be so soon. I had to be honest with him. It was the only way to have a chance with this.
    “I don’t know if I can,” I said hoarsely. My voice had lowered to nearly a whisper when I continued, “I can’t honestly say that even if I were to lose, that I could just submit. It is against my nature. I am willing to try,” I gestured between us. “But if I am pushed too hard I will push back,” I paused. “It is what I am, Robin.”
    “I understand, Kale,” he nodded. “However, you will submit to me and one day willingly. For tonight if you lose, you will submit to the extent you are able. In addition, you will join me in the other half of the club to indulge in our baser pleasures. I also get to choose whether it's Heaven or Hell.”
    I drew back aghast. He had told me about the lower levels of the club. Where every sexual deviance you could imagine went on. “I will never betray Dia,” I growled. The thought that he would, had my hackles rising and burning off the Fae wine. Above all the protection of our mate was paramount. The knowledge of her pain if she ever discovered any infidelities sent burning rage though me.
    Realization dawned on Robin’s face and he held up a hand. “No, Kale. I would never betray our Dianthe. Never would I cheapen what we have with meaningless sex. I would never countenance fornication outside our mate bonds. We will enjoy the club together, you and I. Do you understand?”
    My traitorous body began to tighten at the thought of Robin and me touching again. I swallowed thickly and took a moment before answering. I could feel the yellow bleeding into my eyes from my wolf. “If you win, I will submit to the best of my ability. As long as there is no interaction between others and ourselves. Our mate bond is sacrosanct,” I finished quietly.
    “Agreed,” Robin said quickly. “The terms will stand as this. There will be no touching any other living being in any sexual way, excluding ourselves at any time no matter the situation. That does not include toys or props. They are free game.
    "If you lose this bet then you will submit to me to the best of your capabilities, withholding nothing of yourself. You will be mine in all ways possible. You will not deny any request out of any false sense of masculinity, modesty, or misunderstanding. If you do not understand something that I request of you, ask me.” Robin dampened his lower lip with his tongue. “It would be my pleasure to teach you.
    "I will in no way seek or cause harm to you, in fact, I will protect you and comfort you. You are mine and therefore and extension of myself. Do you agree?”
    My eyebrow rose, he was so sure of himself.
    “And if I win,” I drawled.
    “In the unlikely event that you win,” he smirked. “I will take us back to London and we will work out our differences in another way.
    "I think we are already on the path,