Free The Rules by Becca Jameson

grinned. “Dally?”
    I rolled my eyes. Of all the things I said, he wanted to make fun of my word choice. I squirmed, fighting to scoot out of his reach.
    He held me tighter. “Don’t move away from me, Amelia. We’re having a discussion.”
    Exasperated, I lifted both hands and threw them in the air, causing myself to land flat on my naked back again. I spoke to the ceiling. “Nothing about this day has remotely resembled a discussion, Cade. You clearly run a dictatorship. If this is how you treat all your women, no wonder you don’t have a girlfriend.” I regretted those last words the second they left my lips.
    In less than a second, Cade Alexander was on top of me. He straddled my torso, planted his knees on both sides of my body, and grabbed my hands to lift them back over my head. “Ms. Kensington.”
    I flinched at his use of my formal name all of the sudden. And even though he was totally manhandling me, his body hovering over me, his face inches from mine as he forced me to meet his gaze, my damn nipples were hard.
    “Let me set a few things straight. First of all, I’m a Dom. I don’t do girlfriends. I haven’t had a girlfriend in years.”
    I winced.
    “Second of all, just so you know, submissives do not generally make their own choices. Doms do not generally lay out a selection of options and let their sub choose. Now, I realize this is foreign to you. And if I thought for a second you couldn’t handle this, we wouldn’t be in this position. I tested you this morning. I knew already you were perfect for me. Hell, I knew it the moment you first walked by my office two weeks ago, your thick wavy hair bobbing behind you, your long graceful fingers separating papers expertly, a smile on your face that told me there was no other place in the world you’d rather be, that you’d hit the lottery when you landed yourself a job at my company.”
    I tried to soak in everything he said. I pulled my legs together and squeezed them tight against the growing arousal mounting as his gaze penetrated me and he let me in on just how long he’d been watching me.
    “I knew, but I wanted to be sure. My knowledge was further confirmed when we shared that drink Friday night. There you were in my bar dressed in your sexiest black dress, wearing those fuck-me shoes, and perched on a stool looking like the world was your oyster.”
    His bar? Of course. Did he own the entire city?
    He leaned in, the inches closing as I held my breath.
    “I knew you were submissive when I led you away from your friends without a word from you and plied you with my favorite Chardonnay.”
    Yep, my sex could get wetter. He wanted me. Bad.
    “And then this afternoon.” He let his eyes close for a second and inhaled a long, slow breath before he continued, “Baby, the look on your face when you got here was priceless. You were fit to kill.”
    “I thought—”
    “I know what you thought, and that was exactly what I wanted you to think. If you had shown up devoid of emotion and simply dropped off my purchases, then I would have been worried.” He grinned.
    “Baby,” he lowered his voice to a whisper, “you’re mine.”
    I opened my mouth to protest, but he released one of my wrists and set two fingers on my lips.
    “Don’t say anything right now. Just think about everything I’ve told you. I’ll get Arthur to take you home. I want you to search deep inside yourself this evening and take a good look. Think hard about how it makes you feel when you do my bidding. Let go of the anger and place your attention on the tight ball of need in your belly, the one that threatens to explode every time I give you a command.”
    I held my breath.
    “Even now,” he whispered, “even while you’re fighting a war inside your mind, your pussy is dripping wet. Is it not?”
    I didn’t move.
    “Baby, is your pussy wet?”
    “Yes, Sir,” I mumbled.
    “That’s my girl. And that’s what I want you to focus on. We can have all the discussions