Free Second Touch (Emma's Arabian Nights, #2) by Ann Mayburn Page A

hear about it.”
    Sometimes he forgot how possessive a Domme could be, especially Emma, and he tried to hide his pleased smile at the knowledge that she was jealous. “Regardless, I’ve been to parties before and I’m not going to freak out on you. Nothing you could do would make me run screaming into the night.”
    “Is that a challenge?”
    He blinked, then looked over at her and admired the way her white silk dress cradled her generous breasts, and how bright and pure she looked against the black leather of his car’s interior. “No, not a challenge, an invitation. Use me, use me for your pleasure, for your satisfaction. I’m yours and I trust you. Let me be everything you want because, baby, you’re sure as shit everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman.”
     
    Emma’s breath caught and she had to blink back tears at the sincerity in Ryan’s gaze. Her heart beat harder and butterflies took up residence in her stomach, making her feel like an unsure teenager instead of a jaded woman. It wasn’t an unpleasant sensation, not by far, but it made her feel very vulnerable and she didn’t like that. Part of her still didn’t trust Ryan not to break her heart and that part tried to kill the tender feelings flooding her. But she couldn’t shoot Ryan down just because she was an insecure mess. He was being so honest with her and the Domme in her wouldn’t allow her to hurt him because of her own issues.
    “Thank you, Ryan.” She cupped his cheek before blowing out a soft breath. They needed to get out of here, out of the dangerous intimacy of the car and into the party where she could see the truth of all his promises. “Come on, let’s get inside.”
    His expression tightened for a moment, then he nodded and got out. She’d managed to open her door by the time he got around to her side and he frowned. “What are you doing?”
    “Um, getting out of the car?”
    “You should wait for me to open the door for you, Emma.”
    She rolled her eyes and allowed him to help her out. “I’m perfectly capable of opening my own door.”
    “I know, but I like opening it for you. Not because I’m your submissive, but because I’m your man and taking care of you is my job.”
    “I thought it was my job to take care of you?”
    He flashed her an unrepentant grin and went to grab her hand, then stopped. “Is it okay if I hold your hand?”
    “Of course, why do you ask?”
    They began to walk slowly to the front door of Moira’s house and she slipped her fingers against his and held his hand. “I don’t know, I mean I didn’t know if I was allowed to do that.”
    “Why?”
    He shrugged, the gold spacers in his ears gleaming. “I’m not sure how you want me to behave when you’re in full on Mistress mode at a party.”
    “Just be yourself, because I’m going to be myself. Being a sexual Dominant isn’t an act for me, Ryan, it’s who I am.” She glanced at him. “And I want you to be who you really are. Don’t think of being with me as playing the role of a submissive. I can have my pick of fake ass kissers, I want the real you, but I’ll expect you to be respectful, to mind your manners so to speak.”
    They took the steps and he paused when she was one above him. “I’m not faking this, you know. I really do get off on submitting to you, and in more than just a physical way. It makes me…it makes me feel peaceful when I’m serving you. Like the world vanishes and you’re the only real thing in my life. I don’t know how to explain this right, but my job is stressful and I’m responsible for a lot of things. When I give up control to you it’s like I can finally relax because I know that you’ll take care of me.”
    “Oh, Ryan.” She leaned down and gave him a gentle, lingering kiss. “Your trust means so much to me, I won’t abuse it.”
    Before he could respond the front door opened and Moira’s voice, filled with laughter, spilled out. “Emma! I’m so glad you made it. Stop molesting