Dominate Me!

An eBook By Reese Gabriel.

Lyla knew she was in trouble the moment Kurt came into the room wearing a pair of faded, tattered jeans and nothing else.

She tried not to stare as he padded barefoot past the kitchen table, chest muscles rippling, half stalking the fridge like some kind of jungle cat.

It wasn't just that her roommate Melanie's brother was a sexy as hell fire fighter with killer blue eyes and a movie star smile, though that was bad enough.

Kurt Wharton was a Dom.

A sexual dominant, the kind of man who made women obey him in bed, who trained them – trained them – to please him.

Lyla had looked it up on line, the night Melanie had told her of her brother's BDSM lifestyle.

According to the websites, dominant men sought submissive women. They put collars on them, they spanked them and sometimes they whipped them.

Submissive women often called their dominants Sir or Master. When they were displeasing they could be punished. Dominant men put them in bondage, controlled their sexuality and sometimes made them beg to come.

Lyla, to her horror, had been aroused looking at some of the pictures and last night when Kurt arrived, she had shivered almost imperceptibly shaking his hand. His grip was very firm and warm and his eyes were disturbingly captivating.

She was glad it was partially dark in the foyer so he hadn't seen her blush when he told her he had heard a lot about her.

The way he said it, slightly suggestive, with a total masculine confidence had made her

heartbeat quicken. It wasn't so much what he had heard that worried her, but what he might be imagining. She had excused herself to bed as quickly as possible, leaving the two siblings to catch up.

"Where's the OJ, Little Sister?" Kurt drawled now to Mel, his voice smooth and rich and potent as Lyla's coffee.

"Wow," Mel heaped a healthy serving of seven am sarcasm on him. "That's a charming look. Why don't you just go nude?"

Nude. Lyla squirmed at the thought of Kurt, splendidly naked, so confident, totally in control. Did his women ... his slave girls ... crawl to him and worship that perfect body?

Lyla wouldn't mind kneeling before him right now, unzipping those jeans with her greedy fingers and pulling out his huge cock, the outlines of which were so insolently straining the denim.

She would kiss and lick and suck and devour his shaft, begging with whimpers for him to come in her mouth, filling her with hot, bitter sweet semen for her to swallow down, his hand on her head, stroking ... like she was his pet.

But Lyla wasn't submissive.

At least she didn't think so.

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