Page 6 of For the Sub

“That might be the most truthful thing you’ve said yet.” And yet it shouldn’t matter. It was a scene that two consenting participants had agreed to.

“You’re a Dom, a very experienced one.” She took her time, making every word count. “I’m a sub.”

“Is that why you approached me? Do you want me to treat you as if you’re interchangeable with any actress on the planet?” His voice had a gruff note. “I assure you, I don’t see you that way.”

Once more, she seemed to consider her reply, and he appreciated how deliberate she was.

“No, Sir. I don’t think you see me as an actress.”

“I don’t have a script, Brandy. And if I did, I’m not sure I’d follow it. I would rather you be real with me, and natural.” With the power of his will, he held her gaze captive. “Open up to me,” he encouraged. “Of course I need to know about your limits, but even more, I want to know the things that quicken your pulse and the sensations that make you writhe in ecstasy. I demand your participation, but not your blind obedience. Those are my terms.”

“This…”

“Is different?”

She nodded.

“For both of us,” he promised her.

They exchanged glances. Maybe he was being fanciful, but hers seemed to simmer with need, perhaps with an underlayment of wariness. Are you protecting your heart, beautiful Brandy, as I am?

“I…”

Calling on his deep reserve of patience, Niles waited.

“You might think I’m selfish.”

I sincerely doubt that. “I’m willing to take the risk.”

“In that case, Sir, I love any kind of flogging, but especially one on my pussy, followed by a long, hard fuck.”

You want to fuck?

Though her statement stunned him, his cock throbbed at the passion in her voice.

When he orchestrated a shoot, he never had sex with the actors.

He’d bring them off manually or with a toy, but he kept his dick in his pants. Over the years, that had added to his mystique. He wasn’t interested in his reputation. He had one purpose—to grow the company’s revenues.

“The truth is, if you get into what we’re doing, I get off.” She paused and sighed, as if either trying to figure it out for herself or find words to explain what she meant to him. “The energy builds on itself.” Her blue eyes lit up, radiating her inner enthusiasm. “I can scene with almost anyone and enjoy it as long as they do, too. I love my work at the Den.”

Niles had underestimated her earlier.

He’d figured Damien continued to have her at his events because she pleased his guests and didn’t stand out, but she was more complex than that.

Early in his business career, Niles had learned that any employee who was totally into their job should be retained and rewarded.

Damien had apparently reached the same conclusion. And it was paying off. Despite hefty membership fees, the Den now had more attendees than ever. “I’d be delighted to redden your pussy.” Very much so.

“Thank you, Sir.”

Even though the answer was automatic, her tone conveyed gratitude.

Well-trained, and convincing.

He left her long enough to grab a pair of cuffs and to lower the hook. Without being told, she extended her arms. As he fastened the soft fabric around her wrists, he asked, “Do you want to use anything other than the club’s safe word?”

“Halt is fine, Sir.”

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