Free Bound Obedience (Dark Possessions Book 1) by Nadia Nightside Page A

was having so much trouble putting words together. There was something about the woman that put him off.
    “This girl, she is your girlfriend?”
    David shrugged, embarrassed now. “Sort of.”
    The woman stepped out from behind the curtain. She was mesmerizingly gorgeous. David couldn’t tear his eyes away.
    She wore a tight green gown that left her shoulders bare, a wide v-shape of perfect porcelain skin on open display for him to admire. And she clearly, obviously, wanted him to admire her. There was no doubt in his mind. Her hair was thick, long, and dark, floating down her body like some blanket woven from shiny black diamonds, somehow sparkling in the dim light of the store. Her face was elegant—regal, almost, as if she was some empress in hiding, her eyes enormous and green, her lips thick and incredibly kissable. She was like the premiere example of femininity. Everything about her seemed so lusciously...fertile.
    Insanely, he wanted to grab her. He wanted to press her against the wall and have his way with her, right then and there. It was a thought that previously only Amy had inspired. Of course, he would never give in to such thoughts—he was a gentleman, after all.
    The only woman he had ever seen nearly as gorgeous as this woman was Catalina Rubia, former cheerleading captain at his old high school and the bane of his entire existence. Catalina and Amy traded off places in his jack-off fantasies—Amy when he wanted someone to adore and hold, but Catalina when he wanted someone to fuck and dominate.
    Sometimes, he thought about them teaming up to seduce him. Apologizing for all the wrongs they had done them—and there were plenty —and sometimes he thought about Amy bringing Catalina over, putting her down on her knees in front of David, and then commanding her to worship...
    The gorgeous woman’s gaze, eating him up, seemed only to encourage that kind of thinking. Like she thrived off of it, somehow. Her green eyes were brimming with understanding, as if she knew exactly the sort of thinking she encouraged, and about whom.
    She tsked softly, seeming to float toward him, her walk was so graceful.
    “Sort of girlfriend? What is this ‘sort of?’ A handsome boy like you, I think to myself, ‘Yasmin, he must have so many girlfriends. It is no use trying to be flirty with him. He has so many, he is fighting girls off with sticks.’ Myself, I do not like being hit with sticks. So don’t worry about me.” She placed a dainty finger inside of the deep, luscious line of her cleavage. “Now, who is this insane woman who is not sure if she is yours or not?”
    Every word from this beautiful woman’s mouth—this Yasmin—swelled David’s pride more and more. She was talking about...about not just one girl, but lots of girls vying for him. That he would have to be in a position where women would come to him. If only!
    He was sure it was a sales tactic, but still, even that effort made him feel more appreciated than he thought he ever had from regular interaction with other women. With most women, especially beautiful women, he was awkward. It was hard to form words when women were always these lovely collections of everything that was hot and sexy and right in the world.
    But with this beauty, this Yasmin...it was easy to relax. Her smile so warm and inviting. He stared openly at her cleavage, and she repositioned her chest, making it even easier for him to look.
    Go ahead, she seemed to say. They’re decorated up just for you.
    “Her name is Amy. She’s...we worked together. And went to school together, a while back.”
    She only noticed him when they started working together and she needed a ride, of course. Six months ago, she had kissed him on the lips when he dropped her off. Since then, he had been in love—and nothing had been able to dissuade him from pursuing her.
    “Ah. And she had some enormous crush on you that you are only just now noticing, so she is shy?”
    He shook his head.