Free Claimed by Stacey Kennedy Page A

Dmitri had known that sending Presley to her would stir up a few questions. “I’m sure you have a point to make. Get to it.”
    “No point,” she retorted. “Only saying I like her for you.”
    “I’m glad you approve,” he muttered, then he turned in his seat to stare out the window behind him. The sun beamed off another casino—his biggest competitor—across the street. “Done?”
    Her pause lasted far too long before she asked, “You will give this one a chance?”
    “Mary,” he warned.
    While he enjoyed his talks with Mary, his love life wasn’t a topic he wanted to share. Nor did he think it appropriate to talk about his agreement with Presley more than he already had.
    “All right, I’m done.” She laughed softly. “But the other reason I called, I thought maybe we could get together for dinner.”
    “Of course,” he replied, pleased that she wanted to see him. “When are you free?”
    “Not tomorrow—I’ve got one of the kids’ Broadway shows to attend—but how about the Sunday after, would that work for you?”
    It didn’t matter if he had plans; he’d make time for her. It had been almost a year since he’d last seen Mary face-to-face, and while he always talked to her monthly, nothing replaced being in her presence. “Dinner, my place, six o’clock—sound good?”
    “Yes, that’ll do.” She hesitated again, and when she spoke next, her voice sounded rich with mirth. “Will your submissive join us?”
    “Mary,” he warned again.
    “Goodbye, Dmitri.”
    * * *
    On her knees, he owned her, his punishing thrusts slamming against her backside. His firm grip on her hips seared into her core, and she coursed higher and higher in the peak of ecstasy. His brutal slap on her bottom tore a scream from her throat, and the sheer force of her orgasm made her vision blurry as the warm, wet evidence of her climax slid down her thighs.
    “What are you doing?”
    Presley shot straight up on the couch and grasped her chest, her heart thudding. “Oh my God,” she snapped, spotting Cora standing near the hallway of their living room. “Make some noise, will you?”
    Laughing, Cora dropped down on the cushion next to Presley. “Whatcha reading?” She snatched the e-reader out of Presley’s hands, examined the screen, and frowned. “You’re living the lifestyle now. You don’t need to read about it anymore.”
    Presley squirmed against the couch cushion to sit cross-legged and glanced across the sunny living room to the wide-screen television against the far wall. Perhaps she’d taken the first steps toward the BDSM lifestyle, but she really hadn’t lived it yet, not until Dmitri took her into her first scene tonight. She still had no idea what it all meant for her, and she wanted to be prepared.
    Cora still hadn’t moved and was obviously demanding an answer. Presley gave up on looking for an exit. “I’m researching.”
    Cora’s nose scrunched. “Researching what?”
    Presley did not want to admit it, yet Cora had been nothing but honest with her. Besides, from what Presley had witnessed last night in the dungeon, thoughts of her night ahead remained heavy on her mind. Hell, she’d masturbated once before bed, and those dark delicious sex acts she’d seen even consumed her dreams, which had led to her masturbating this morning, too. She was officially a mess and needed to find a solid place to land. “Um . . . what will happen to me tonight.”
    Cora giggled. “Is that why you’ve been reading all day?”
    At Presley’s nod and obvious wince, Cora placed the e-reader on the glass coffee table in front of the couch. “I thought you were doing it for fun. I didn’t realize you were researching. Honestly, girl, you can just ask me.” She patted Presley’s leg with a gentle smile. “What do you want to know?”
    Presley sighed, not wanting to have this conversation but knowing she had no other choice. Her damn books weren’t giving her the answers she needed. “What will