Free Endgame by Mia Downing Page A

submissive means?”
    “No. Well, yes.” He thought and shook his head. “No.”
    She nodded and rose from her stool. She stood before him with her arms crossed over her perfect breasts. “Do you want that blowjob, Aaron?”
    “Yes?” His cock screamed yes. It was still a disturbing thought, one that made him tremble a little.
    “Then you need to kneel before me and be submissive. Right now, you’re not on a good path with me. I don’t trust you enough to share my past with you, never mind my bed. You’re going to learn to be polite, to leave your judgment at the door, and most of all, you’re going to learn not to ask questions of Jake or myself.”
    Oh shit. For once, his tongue glued itself to the top of his very dry mouth. His blood raced again, his cock filled with that blood, and his mind screamed for his legs to move. Run. Because this was kinky shit. Unfortunately, his dick had an anchor that kept him rooted to the spot.
    “Kneel,” she said, her voice as hard as the metal on her gun. Cold.
    “But—”
    She lifted her chin a notch. “If you want a blowjob, you will submit willingly.”
    “This sounds like kinky blackmail.” He swallowed, fear billowing up through this lungs and out his mouth in a whoosh of air. Why a woman so scary would excite the hell out of him, he had no clue. But this felt way too close to his virgin sexual experience.
    “It’s a reward. You do as I ask, I reward you. It’s that simple.”
    Was it that simple?
    “Aaron. Submit or I will walk out of this house, get on a plane, and you will have to deal with Jake and Chase. I would kill you, but I am not feeling in the paperwork mood. So instead, you’ll deal with my boys.”
    Fuck, no. He wasn’t dealing with Chase or Jake. But he didn’t want to kneel, either. It went against every grain in his body. Every cell.
    She pinned that hard gaze on him, and suddenly he wanted to do whatever she said, very badly. He bent his knees and lowered himself to the tiled floor, heart pounding like a jackhammer.
    “Head down. Hands on your thighs, palms up. You can sit back on your heels.”
    He did as he was told, feeling very…vulnerable. And hot. So hot to do as he was told for a change, to be under her control. His cock throbbed as her sandaled feet appeared in his vision, and he wanted nothing more than to suck those hot pink, big toes.
    “You will not speak unless spoken to and then you will address me as Ma’am. Do you understand?”
    “Yes…Ma’am.”
    “Good.” She took a step closer, smelling of citrus and flowers and syrup. “You’re very handsome, kneeling before me. I love your shoulders, so wide and strong. What a good boy.”
    Her praise meant the world to him. But that was wrong, right? He was a guy. Guys didn’t kneel unless it was before God. Guys didn’t get praise from women.
    “From now on, you will do as you are told. When we’re in public, you will be allowed to treat me as a girlfriend. As Amanda. But when we’re home, when I snap my fingers, you will kneel. Do you understand? I don’t care if Jake is in the room. He knows what I’m doing. You will be polite, kind, and a gentleman at all times. No meanness to Jake. If you’re a good boy, then maybe tonight I will give you that blowjob.”
    He should be worried about kneeling like a bitch in front of Jake. He should be worried about what she’d do to him if he didn’t. But all he cared about was the fact that she wasn’t going to blow him right this minute. “Not now?”
    “Oh, Aaron. I think you need punishment speaking out of turn.”
    “Please don’t spank me.” The words were out in a rush before he could stop them.
    “Why ever not?”
    He swallowed but didn’t raise his head. She wouldn’t like that. She said she wanted to trust him…it should be a two-way street, right? He’d have to trust her first, to show her he was worthy. “I don’t like it.”
    “Okay. I won’t do that.”
    Relief flooded him. “Thank you.