Free Bad Boy Dom by Holly Roberts

musician.” I fluttered my eyelashes. “I thought you were
ambidextrous.”
    He
pinched me under the table. “Naughty sub.”
    “Where
are you taking me on our date?”
    “Shush,
I’m keeping it a secret.”
    “Please?”
    “Do
I need to put on a pair of spiked heels and wave a whip to get a little
respect?”
    “That
might work.”
    “Come
on, I‘m taking you back to your Mistress. Maybe she’ll put you in the proper
frame of mind before tonight.”
    The
day dragged on but finally Mistress helped me prepare. She knew where I was
going because she didn’t hesitate when picking out my clothes. The deep red
dress was casual but classy. It fit like a second skin and then flared slightly
below my hips. It was short but not too short.
    “Leave
off the panties.”
    “Yes,
Mistress.” I was already at the height of sexual frustration and this would
only make it worse.
    “I
promise you’ll appreciate my suggestion.”
    He
knocked on the door at precisely seven. Carl, our on-loan driver for the night,
let him in.
    I
walked forward followed by Mistress. He whistled and I blushed.
    “Remember
my rules for tonight.” Mistress’s focus was on Krispin and carried a touch of
warning.
    My
eyes went from his to hers.
    His
grin quirked. “I’ll remember your rules, but I have a feeling they’ll kill me.”
    That
didn’t sound good, but it was too late to turn back now. What kind of rules had
Mistress given him?
    I
followed my disgruntled date, dying to ask what the rules were. He didn’t touch
me in the elevator but leaned in close and whispered in my ear.
    “I’ll
fill you in later. Relax. I have a wonderful evening planned.”
    We
ate at a nice restaurant that wasn’t too fancy. The food was good and helped me
unwind. My only disappointment came when he sat across the table and not by my
side.
    I
waited until our food arrived to give a little payback for the seating
arrangement. Leaning forward, I whispered, “I’m not wearing panties.”
    I
thought he would choke on his food. He took a drink of water and cast
smoldering eyes my way.
    “I
think this would be a good time to tell you the rules your mistress put on the
evening.”
    “Uh
oh.”
    “Exactly.
Was it her idea to leave off the panties?”
    “Yes.”
    “That
evil redhead is trying to kill me.”
    “What
are her rules?”
    “No
touching below the neck. To make it worse, no part of our bodies below the neck
can touch any part of our bodies above the neck.”
    My
devastation must have shown.
    “Don’t
worry, I have a plan.”
    “Why
would she do this?” I groaned.
    “She
wants us to move slowly.”
    “You
haven’t kissed me yet. How much slower can we move?”
    “Behave
or you might not get kissed tonight.”
    My
pout lasted through dessert. He wouldn’t even hold my hand. This sucked.
    We
left the restaurant and I asked again where he was taking me. Carl drove the
Bentley, which was odd because I expected the limo.
    “It’s
a surprise.”
    I
felt complete confusion when we drove through a residential neighborhood and
then entered a high school parking lot. The small school marquee enlightened
me.
     
    Battle of the Bands
    Tickets $5
    I
didn’t even try to keep the smile off my face. “You sure know how to show a
girl a good time.”
    Carl
handed Krispin a baseball cap from the front seat and he pulled it down low on
his forehead. We walked into the gym and Krispin took me to a table where a
young man sat. The loud thrumming coming from the gym made hearing almost
impossible.
    “I
have two tickets on reserve for Mr. and Mrs. Wayne.”
    The
kid did a double take. “Oh God, you’re Krispin Righteous!”
    “Yes,
but if you keep that small bit of information to yourself, I’ll make sure you
get ten tickets for you and your friends to my next concert in Houston.”
    “Holy
shit! Sure, man. You’re secrets safe with me. My band is playing third from the
last. We’re Single Body. Oh man, this is cool shit.”
    “Write
your name down for