Free If You Dare - A BDSM Billionaire Erotic Romance Novel by Evelyn Troy

what looked to be a small stage set up like a
luxurious open planned bedroom, complete with a huge bed, a couch
and some shelving units. In fact, the whole ballroom seem to be
staged as that of a multitude of separate smaller rooms; each with
no walls, and most with some kind of bed, table or seating area;
and in some cases, both. Each room was alight with candles, and
most of the rooms had a degree of sexual activity occurring within
them.
     
    Zoe didn’t even notice when Dawson
lifted two glasses of champagne from a naked female servant’s tray
as they walked past. She was too busy trying to take everything in
and letting her brain adjust to the knowledge that Dawson had
obviously brought her here for more than just a regular masquerade
ball.
     
    Dawson nudged her arm to get her
attention and handed her a glass, which she gratefully took and
quickly downed the contents, feeling the fizzy bubbles tickle her
nose. “What is this place?” She didn’t look at Dawson as she spoke
to him because her eyes were still too busy scanning the room and
taking in everything that was going on.
     
    “It’s exactly what it looks like.” At
the amusement she heard in his voice, Zoe’s eyes finally looked at
him in time to see him unsuccessfully smother a smile. “In light of
our last two meetings, I thought that this might actually interest
you.” His arm came out to sweep around the room, encompassing
everything that was going on within it while he spoke.
     
    Zoe looked around again, shaking her
head slowly while she replied. “Why should it interest
me?”
     
    “It interests me, and as such it
should also interest you.” Dawson’s voice had resumed its air of
curtness, and Zoe was under no illusions that she was being tested
in some way.
     
    “I’m not sure what I should be doing,
Dawson. This is totally beyond anything I’ve ever done before, you
know that.” Her voice was quiet but he could hear the unmistakable
nervousness that she was feeling.
     
    Zoe felt his hands touch her shoulder
and he gave her an encouraging squeeze with his fingers. “I want
you to do whatever feels natural to you, Zoe. I want to see if
you’re capable of losing your inhibitions and following your inner
submissive self.” He paused slightly before continuing, “I want to
see just how far you’re willing to go to please me. I want to see
if you meant it when you said that you wanted to go further in the
company and not just be a glorified coffee maker.”
     
    Zoe cringed at his use of the
terminology she had used on the evening she had arrived at his
office to blackmail him into giving her a severance package. Was
this really what she’d meant when she’d told him that she wanted to
make amends? He had shown her on the last two meetings that she did
indeed have a submissive side, but allowing that side to come out
while she was alone with him, and allowing it to emerge when she
was in a room full of strangers were two different things
entirely.
     
    Dawson waited quietly while she
thought about his words and he watched as Zoe looked around the
room once more. He could see the battle she was having within
herself and he could also see that she was dying to join in and
experience some of what she was looking at.
     
    Dawson realized that she needed a
little motivation if she was going to be able to do as he’d asked,
so he leaned his head down to talk into her ear and grinned at the
visible shiver she gave at his proximity. “Let your hair down, Zoe.
Let me see you have some fun. Let me see if you’re someone I can
work with.” He deliberately paused for a second. “That’s if you
dare to, of course.”
     
    Zoe’s eyes flashed fire at his last
words and she took a step back from him so that he couldn’t touch
her anymore. With a defiant look in her eyes she held his gaze and
brought her hands up to her head, removing the barrette that held
her bun in place and shaking her hair free so that it tumbled down
around her