Free Bound to be Tempted: Emergence, Book 4 by Becca Jameson Page B

many spanking scenes at the club. Not every submissive participated in scenes out of an actual desire to do so. Sometimes their Doms or Dommes would insist on cooperation with no regard for the feeling of the sub.
    Carlton wasn’t that kind of Dom. He liked to think he had a good sense when it came to selecting scenes his submissive would not only enjoy, but derive pleasure from. If he suspected his sub wasn’t headed down the mental path he’d expected or desired, he tried something else.
    Breaking women wasn’t his game.
    But Maggie was a submissive he’d seen in action. He’d watched the rapture on her face many times. He had a good idea what she liked and disliked. That knowledge was what had driven him to decide to give her this opportunity. Her needs met his style.
    Did her desire to push the envelope in a variety of scenes make her a risk taker? He took a deep breath. If Karen had been a submissive, she would have gone all in like Maggie, easily taking a flogging or a spanking without question. But maybe it wasn’t that clear-cut. Maggie had a level of hesitation that made her seem more cautious perhaps.
    With reluctance, he left the view of her ass and rounded to her front. He spent more time than necessary staring intently at her pert breasts.
    He didn’t move. He waited for what he knew would come. Sure enough, moments later her nipples pebbled beneath his gaze. The pretty pink stood out in contrast to her milky white skin.
    This was Maggie. In the flesh, not some apparition or a ghost. There were no demons haunting him tonight.
    When Carlton lowered his gaze, he found her unshaved pussy glistening with moisture. The soft curls at her apex matched the long, black, wavy hair hanging down her back. Somehow on her, the curls on her pussy looked appropriate. So pure. It made her seem innocent. Untouched. He knew that wasn’t true, but the illusion was there all the same.
    However, he wouldn’t keep the curls. It wasn’t his style. A bare pussy suited him better and left his submissive feeling more exposed.
    “Do you like me looking at you?”
    “Yes, Sir.” Her voice was breathy. He’d affected her. And yes, she was nervous. Cautious. Smart. Karen had never been cautious about anything. Maggie had that distinction.
    “Good, because you’re a beautiful woman. I’ll be looking at you a lot.”
    “Thank you, Sir.”
    “All right. Let’s get to it then.” He forced himself to step away.
    He led her to the living room and pointed at the floor next to the couch. “You won’t be permitted on the furniture this week. You’ll earn that privilege over time. You’ll earn most of your privileges around here. For now, you have none.”
    “Yes, Sir.” She knelt on the floor, clasped her hands behind her back and rested her ass on her heels.
    He sat on the couch, his leg almost touching hers. “Good. Your posture is spot on. You know your positions. I expect minimal discussion from you this week. One of the freedoms you’ll earn is the right to speak freely. For now, you will limit your speech to necessary questions for clarity or responses to my direct questions.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “This arrangement is going to be slightly unconventional because we aren’t strangers to each other. However, although I’ve known you from a distance for a long time, there are many things about you of which I’m uninformed. I’d like to take a few minutes to ask you about yourself and tell you about myself. A little background. An icebreaker, you could say.”
    “Okay, Sir.”
    “Tell me about your family.”
    “My parents live about a half hour away. I don’t talk to them often. I don’t have brothers and sisters.”
    “Well, that was quick and easy. Why don’t you talk to your parents very often?”
    “We have some differences of opinion, Sir.”
    “I see.” He didn’t. But he could imagine the possibilities considering their only child just got out of a relationship with a woman. It made him sad for her