Page 15 of A Billionaire Dom

Davin

I never would’ve describedmy life as average or normal, not with the money I’d always had available to me, and not with a brother like Damon, but I didn’t think of my life as anything particularly exciting either. Even my involvement in BDSM wasn’t anything exceptional. I tended to view it the same way other people might view golf or tennis. A physical and mental relief from stress. Nothing more.

Last night, though…

I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Shorter than I would’ve liked, but more explosive than it should have been. A large part of what got me off as a Dom was the domination itself. Teasing, edging, pushing the limits – all aspects of foreplay leading up to the main event.

All the control I usually wielded, however, had vanished beneath the need to simply be inside her. She hadn’t needed any of the rest either, though the way she’d responded to me restraining her and how she’d equaled me in intensity, her body moving against mine, made me think she’d be open to visiting my world, if she wasn’t already a part of it.

Another thing that made me think she’d be worth considering as a potential recurring partner was how quickly she’d gotten me out of her apartment.

She hadn’t been rude about it, but it hadn’t been embarrassment either. She’d been fine with what we’d done. It was more like matter of fact. We’d finished what we’d come together to accomplish, and then it was time to move on.

I could not only understand it, I appreciated it. It was the same sort of reasoning that I had after sex. She’d just recovered faster than I had.

I frowned. I hoped that didn’t mean I hadn’t given her as much pleasure as she’d given me. The thought stung not only my pride but the dominant part of me that considered it my responsibility to care for a sub in every way while we were together. Especially one that pleased me as much as she had.

Before I could get too caught up in that train of thought, my assistant buzzed the intercom.

“Mr. Holden, there are two detectives here to see you.” She did a good job of keeping the curiosity out of her voice, but I was curious enough for the both of us.

Then I remembered how I’d met Linsey and realized that one or both of the men last night had probably been conscious enough to recognize me.

Shit.

“Send them in.”

The two people who came into my office looked more like TV versions of detectives than actual detectives. The guy was the younger of the two, with strawberry blond hair and one of those annoyingly charming smiles that warned me he was going to be either the good cop or the sarcastic cop.

The woman was blonde too and a knockout. I was willing to bet the majority of men – and a good number of women – between the front doors and my office had watched her walk by and thought about what she’d be like in bed.

Fortunately for me, I wasn’t thinking that when I stood up and held out my hand. “Good afternoon, Detectives.”

“Mr. Holden.” The woman shook my hand first. “I’m Detective Mitchells, and he’s Detective Hacker.”

Even though I was fairly certain that I knew why they were here, I wasn’t going to offer them information until I knew for certain. “How can I help you?”

“Can you tell us where you were last night?” Mitchells asked. She took a notebook from her suit jacket.

“Can you tell me why you want to know?”

Detective Hacker’s smile widened. “What’s the problem, Mr. Holden? If you weren’t doing anything wrong, you don’t have anything to hide, right?” He winked at me. “Unless you were at some strip club or something. But even then, that’s not illegal. Hell, not even embarrassing anymore.”

Great. He wasn’t just a smiler. He was a talker too.

“I was here until about six o’clock, then went to a club for a few hours. I had a drink, then went for a walk.” I stopped there. If they wanted more, I wanted some information first. Since Linsey hadn’t wanted to call the cops, I needed to know how much they already knew before I decided what else I’d give them.

“And?” Detective Mitchells tapped the top of her pen on her notebook.

I put my hands in my pockets. “And I’d like to know why you’re requesting my whereabouts.”

“I don’t–”

Detective Mitchells held up her hand, cutting off whatever the other detective was going to say. “Two gentlemen were found unconscious in an alley. After waking up in the hospital, they identified you as their assailant, Mr. Holden.”

That answered that question.

“I went for a walk, like I said I did,” I picked up where I’d left off. “I’d gone less than a block when I saw three people. Two men and a shorter, slender figure I learned was a woman. The men were following the woman, and my gut said they were up to no good–”

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