Free Bowles, Jan - Tamed by the Dom [Guilty Pleasures 3] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) by Jan Bowles Page B

the blessings of Fairfax. He opened a drawer and pulled out a glass and a bottle of bourbon. He wouldn’t normally drink while on club duty, but the conversation had left a bitter taste in his mouth. He poured a good measure and put the bottle back in the drawer.
    He swallowed a large shot. The fiery liquid quenched the anger that had built up inside him.
    “That bad, huh?” Kat commented as she came into his office. She closed the door, then walked behind him and began massaging his tense shoulders. She certainly had a talent for it. Slowly the pressure ebbed as her fingers worked their magic on his taut muscles.
    “The old bastard wants to close me down.”
    “He can’t, can he?”
    “I’ve made double sure I’ve done everything legal.”
    “Then you’ve nothing to worry about.”
    He smiled. “I guess you’re right, baby.” He pulled her onto his lap, and kissed her lips as he wrapped his arms possessively around her. “Thanks, you sure know how to calm a man.”
    “Colt?”
    “Yes?”
    “You know you like the BDSM lifestyle.” Her fingers trailed over the sensitive flesh of his neck.
    “Yes, baby. I’ve never hidden it from you, have I?”
    Her lips pouted provocatively as she sought the right words to express what she wanted to say. “Well, I’ve been doing a lot of reading recently on the Internet, and it kinda intrigues me, too. I know we’d both get even more enjoyment from sex if I were to agree to be your submissive.”
    Colt smiled at her. Kat wouldn’t quite look him in the eye. He guessed she was a little embarrassed of broaching the subject with him. Although he wanted that type of relationship with her more than anything, he didn’t think she was quite ready for it, yet. He clasped her chin with his finger and thumb and tilted her face, so she looked at him. Her lashes swept open as her gaze connected with his. Those beautiful hazel eyes melted his heart. God knows he wanted to possess her completely. For the past two months, he’d thought of little else. Now here she was offering her submission to him on a plate. So, why wait? Deep down he realized that the relationship would flounder if she didn’t want to embrace the BDSM lifestyle one hundred percent.
    Kat was a headstrong woman, and although she’d been very open about her past since the day she’d told him about losing a child, he knew she didn’t quite trust him. He figured she thought he was exactly like all the other men she’d known. Just using her until something better came along. Well, that was not his style. He liked Kat. Damn it, you know it’s more than that, Colt.
    When the time came, he would relish her being his sub. Bringing Katrina Masters into line would be an extremely pleasurable experience. His cock hardened at the mere thought of it.
    “So, what have you learned?” he asked eventually as he hitched her skirt higher on her thighs. The creamy smooth skin of her legs looked inviting as he caressed the soft flesh with small strokes of his fingers.
    “I read that there’s a contract,” she giggled, “of course, that’s…” She stopped talking when he pulled one from a drawer and placed it on top of the desk. Kat just stared at it. He guessed she thought it was a myth. Well, he’d push her all the way to see if she was genuinely interested.
    “Shall we write one now?” he asked casually.

Chapter Eleven

    Colt handed her a pen. Her heart rate accelerated as she looked at the contract. She’d read all about them on the Internet, but somehow just seeing one in front of her made her knees go weak. “Stop sitting on my lap and stand up. It will make it easier to fill the form in.” When she did as he asked, he lifted her skirt and began lowering her panties, sliding them down her legs and off her body. “You just have to fill in the blank spaces.” He smoothed his hands over her hips, sending a delicious rush of adrenaline through her veins. “In the first space write my name, and in the second