Free For His Pleasure, Book 1 (The Submission of Miss Masters, Domination, BDSM) by Kelly Favor Page A

he was gone.

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    That night, he came for her.
    It was only just after ten o’clock. She and Danielle were watching a Desperate Housewives rerun and snacking on roasted peanuts.
    The apartment buzzer sounded, making both of them jump.
    Danielle and her locked eyes. “You think it’s a mistake?” Nicole asked.
    “I don’t know.” Danielle jumped up and ran to the window, looked down at the street. “There’s some fancy black car parked out front, but I can’t see anybody.”
    Again, the buzzer sounded.
    Red. It had to be, Nicole thought. She ran to the intercom. “Hello?”
    “Be outside in five minutes,” the deep voice said.
    “I need to get dressed,” she replied. But he’d already gone.
    Danielle stared at her. “Who’s that?”
    “I—I—It’s an old friend of mine. He just moved here and he mentioned he might be around but I forgot.” She started running to her room to change. He hadn’t been specific about what to wear.
    “An old friend who drives a fancy ass car like that? What’s his name?”
    “His parents are very rich!” she yelled back, running to her closet and pouring quickly through her hangers. Finally she saw something that might work. A black and white striped Nordstrom miniskirt. To go with it, a white sleeveless top. It was a pretty hot combination and one she would normally fret over. She’d bought both pieces a couple of years ago when she’d been determined to try and come out of her shell.
    That had never quite happened…
    She stripped off her sweats and undies, found a pair of thong panties, decided to go nude underneath and tossed the thong aside. Quickly, she put on her ensemble and a pair of short heels, then went to the bathroom to freshen up.
    Danielle was watching her when she came out of the bathroom. “What the hell is going on?” she demanded.
    “Nothing, I told you. I have this friend—“
    “Who is it really? You’re a terrible liar.”
    “Gotta go! I’ll be back soon!” she called, running out the door before Danielle could try and grill her further.
    Danielle came to the door as Nicole ran down the stairwell. “Be careful!”
    “I will!”
    And then she reached the first floor landing and burst out into the cool night air.
    It was chilly and breezy and she was wearing next to nothing.
    The car was a black Bentley, which she remembered from reading the Rolling Stone article. The car was running softly. She opened the passenger door and Red glanced at her. “Get in back,” he said.
    She was about to say yes sir, and apologize for thinking she could ride up front with him. But then she realized he had come for her .
    “No, I won’t get in back,” she said. “If you can’t stand to have me in the front seat next to you, then forget it.”
    He glanced at her sideways. “Fine,” he sighed. “Hurry up.”
    She smiled at her small but important victory, got inside and closed her door. He immediately sped off, driving very fast but in total control. Speed normally scared her, but not with Red at the wheel. He was as home here as anywhere, and his movements were all precise and deliberate, nothing was left to chance.
    “Where are we going?” she asked as he turned one corner and then immediately into the next.
    “You know where.”
    She frowned. “Your little tacky apartment where you bring all your whores.”
    That made him smile. “Whores?”
    “It’s true. And I’m not one of them.”
    He chuckled. “I never said you were.”
    “And I’m not going there.”
    Now it was his turn to frown. “You agreed to my rules.”
    “You said I was free to stop at any time.”
    “I can turn the car around on your word,” he said, daring her.
    “Fine.” She eyed him.
    He slowed the Bentley. He was wearing one of his dark suits with a bright pink tie. He looked dashing, like he’d stepped right out of one of those photo shoots she’d paged through recently. “What is it you want from me?” he asked her.
    “I want a real