Free Velvet Submission by Violet Summers Page B

lingering at her fingertips before dropping to his side. "Prove to me that you can Domme me without emotion, Megan, and I'll walk away forever." Her eyes narrowed dangerously, sending a delicious little thrill directly to his dick.
    "Fine," she gritted out. He had to smile at the sound of her irritation. Somehow that slow magnolia drawl and gritty anger just didn't seem to go together. "When is your next night off?"
    Gregori couldn't believe she was giving in so easily. But then, his goddess had a will of iron under that satin exterior, so maybe she didn't think she was giving in at all.
    "I'm off Friday night," he answered, wondering if she'd follow through.
    "All right, Sug." She nodded decisively. "Be here Friday night. Ten o'clock." She stepped to the side again, and this time he allowed her to pass.
    "I'll be counting the hours," he said softly to her back as she quickly swayed out of sight.
    *
    Friday Night
    Megan could never turn down a challenge and that is exactly what Gregori had proposed: an out and out dare to Domme him without giving in to the desire that flared between them like fireworks. There was danger in calling his bluff; she knew herself well enough to know Gregori Lavinkia could easily become an addiction. But that only made it more tempting.
    Megan wanted Gregori, but she'd been completely sincere when she'd told him any relationship between them would be an either/or proposition. As a Domme she needed to call the shots. She didn't want to give over control, and that's exactly what happened when she made love. So, to protect herself, Megan had compartmentalized. She kept sex tame and vanilla—and infrequent—and saved her passion for Velvet Ice. She couldn't, wouldn't let the two merge. Keeping Gregori firmly in the cubbyhole of "submissive" was the only way she could think of to protect her heart.
    Unfortunately, her body and mind were at war. Gregori tempted her like no one else ever had. The promise of fantasy of him fulfilling his duty as a submissive while in the bedroom ate at her. He had a reputation at the club as being orally gifted, and she could now testify that he'd earned it. Each stroke of his tongue between her thighs had sent her flying, short circuiting her brain. She'd wanted to see just how tight a fit it would be for that gorgeous, brutal cock when she took it into her aching pussy. She wanted to ride him into the ground, take him deeper and harder until they both collapsed in a sweaty heap on the floor. She wanted things that made her feel wild and out of control, and that scared her.
    Scared or not, though, she was going to take Gregori up on his offer and prove to both of them she could handle him without losing control. If she kept it simple, nothing too fancy or complicated, she should be able to keep her focus where it belonged: on Gregori's complete surrender of power.
    A shadow fell over her shoulder and moved down her side as Gregori knelt beside her. He wore nothing but a pair of black leather pants and a plain black collar. Megan fought to keep her breath even as she gazed at his naked torso. Damn, but he was a fine man. His body was large, bulky and his tight muscles were covered with the most velvety pale golden skin. The dark hair that decorated his chest looked silky. The most mouth-watering trail led the eye to the straining bulge his cock made in the soft black leather.
    "Are you ready for me, Sug?"
    He nodded. "More than ready, Mistress."
    The implication in his words and tone was that he'd been waiting on her. Megan raised a disbelieving brow. He was doing it again. Trying to top her. Trying to manipulate her into giving him the treatment he thought he needed and deserved. For all that she was struggling with her emotions when dealing with him, it appeared Gregori was struggling with something, too.
    She rose and produced a chain from the small purse she wore over her shoulder. She clipped the chain to his collar, then tipped his head up to meet his eyes.
    "You