Free Twice Shy (The Restraint Series) by Jill C Flanagan, Jill Christie

airport, she’d acquiesced.
    This was about making Brendan’s first Dominance/submission experience a positive one. It wasn’t about her needs.
    She’d forgotten it, until Tim had reminded her. Up until now, it had been all about delayed orgasm games, which she loved. Perhaps they should practice in person what they had been doing on the phone first.
    They’d discussed hard and soft limits. Things Brendan wouldn’t do–extreme pain, humiliation, etc. And soft limits–anal. She didn’t like scening with pain sluts and humiliation whores herself. As for anal, well, it was something she truly enjoyed. The orgasm a male sub got from anal was intense. Hopefully there would be time in the future for that.
    Once decided, she was excited about breaking in her dungeon. Letting him into her sanctuary, her home, was a huge deal. Stacy was the type of person who didn’t answer the door unless the person called first.
    Her sanctum. Her domain. Her territory. It was because she hadn’t ever had a place that was solely hers. Tim and West never entered her room without permission.
    Brendan was staying at Agua Caliente Casino, a nearby hotel. Just because she’d decided to give him dungeon rights didn’t mean he was staying over.
    She watched Bren walk out in the airport, wearing button-fly jeans, another soft t-shirt. This one was plum and it seemed to make his eyes even greener.
    He had a way of sauntering. Not rushed, but not meandering either. Taking everything in. He always had the talent of looking like he wanted to be wherever he was.
    He fit here. She could see him living in Palm Springs. Stacy tried to put the thought aside. Looking at him, how his smile lit up when he spotted her–she knew she was fucked if it didn’t work out.
    In that moment, Stace accepted the fact she’d fallen for him again. If this weekend went well, she would allow Brendan to discuss a future together. Something she had put the kibosh on when he consistently brought it up.
    He came up and stood there. Then he shrugged, dropped his carry-on bag to the floor and hugged her. He smelled like his toothpaste and clean sweat. Minty and musky. Undertones of soap underneath.
    Stacy relaxed into the hug. It felt so good, being in the shelter of his strong arms. Being a Domme didn’t mean being a hardass all the time. Something else had gotten hard when they were hugging though, which pleased her. She loved having an immediate effect on him. Physical reaction trumped sincere words every time when it came to attraction. Telling someone you’re attracted to them is one thing. A straining hard-on is proof. She was tempted to have a feel to see if Brendan had followed her “go commando” order.
    The hug lasted a long time.
    Stacy put her hand out after the embrace and he picked up his bag and clasped her hand.
    She dropped him off to settle in at the hotel, to pick him up later. She had some work to do at home.
    ***
    B rendan felt jittery. He was usually unflappable. His dick had been hard from the moment he had seen Stacy. Seeing her in the September desert sun, even more comfortable in her skin than last time, made him rise to attention.
    Cee had stunning eyes, full lips, honeyed voice. Plus an hourglass figure a pin-up would envy. But ever since they had reached puberty, she’d had an innate sexiness which had little to do with her features.
    It wasn’t intentional on her part, but her sexiness made him hard. Had been the cause of a million jack-offs. Sometimes, he even had flings with look-a-likes. Until he realized the similarity ended there.
    Tonight. Tonight. Scared. Excited. Both emotions messing with his nerves. Making smooth motor control near impossible.
    He couldn’t fathom to this day why he craved sexual submission. He was a confident man, wasn’t cowed by anyone. The oilfield had a lot of blowhard bosses. He stood up to them easily.
    But in the bedroom, to give up personal power was amazing. He had finally figured out a major part of