Free Beyond Eden by Kele Moon Page B

rich men and women all over the world who masturbate to the memory of calling you Master?”
    “No,” Danny said softly. “She’s not into the scene. I don’t see a reason to tell her about that.”
    “You expect me to believe you’re gonna have vanilla sex with one woman and be happy with that?” Paul asked, laughing incredulously. “I’d sooner believe you’d hang up your whip and become a priest than be convinced for one minute that you could commit yourself to Eve. You forget, Danny Boy, I know you better than you know yourself.”
    “I could commit to her,” Danny said as his voice became wispy and enthralled. “She’s beautiful and adorable. I want to spoil her rotten. She’s so unhappy right now. I could take care of her.”
    Paul turned around to lean against the car as he considered his best friend thoughtfully. He folded his arms over his bare chest and then looked up into Danny’s eyes that were unfocused in desire.
    “She needs a new car. You should buy her one.”
    “I will,” Danny said instantly as he turned around to stare at Eve’s car with a look of disdain on his face. He reached out and ran his fingers over the hood of the car and then pulled back to stare at the pad of his finger that was black with dirt. “Wash this car for her. It’s disgusting.”
    “I planned on it.”
    “Yes, good,” Danny said, lifting his eyes back to Paul. “Are you going to say yes?” “I might be convinced if I thought you could care for her properly,” Paul went on in
    his best lawyer’s voice. “What other things are you going to spoil her with? Are you
    going to buy her nice clothes?”
    “Yes,” Danny said, his gaze becoming unfocused once more. “Lots of them.” “Leather would look good on her,” Paul said lightly, lifting his eyebrows as though
    considering it. “Eve hates dresses, she always has. But I bet she would enjoy wearing a
    nice pair of tight leather pants for you. With all that pretty, red hair hanging down her back she would look incredible in a corset and a really expensive rhinestone collar around her neck.”
    “She would,” Danny rasped, his breath hitching. “And you could cook for her every day.” “Yeah, I would. I’d feed her every day.”
    “Like a pet,” Paul offered.
    “Yeah,” Danny said wistfully. “She’s so cute. I just want to pet her and play with her forever.”
    “Get the fuck out of here,” Paul growled, reaching out to shove Danny’s chest roughly. “I’m not saying yes!”
    “I’m still drunk,” Danny said as he stumbled back from the force of Paul’s shove. “You tricked me and you knew I was still drunk.”
    “You’re not drunk, you twisted motherfucker,” Paul snapped at him. “You are the biggest fetish whore ever and you don’t even know it. I will never agree to let Eve fuck you.”
    “Okay, I confess I have a mild kink with domination. But that doesn’t mean I don’t like other things,” Danny admitted with a reluctant shrug.
    “A mild kink?” Paul repeated in amazement. “You did it as a profession for the last five years when your parents left you a fucking millionaire. You charged two thousand dollars because it got your dick hard to know they were paying homage to their lord and Master for the privilege of serving you. In the faraway land of leather, slaves and dog collars you are a god and you like it that way.”
    “I played as a submissive while I was training,” Danny said as he folded his arms over his chest sullenly. “I can still bottom. You want me to bottom for you?”
    “No, I don’t,” Paul growled at him. “The thought of you bottoming for anyone is horrifying to me.”
    A smile tugged at Danny’s lips as he looked Paul over. “Really?” “Yes, really.”
    “Why?” Danny rasped, his voice breathy. “Tell me why, Paul Guy.”
    “Is this the part where I admit I don’t want my Master to bottom for anyone?” Paul asked in a low, husky voice as he gave Danny a sultry look. “Can I