Page 25 of Compelled Obedience

Kerri shook her head, still laughing softly. “She’s gay?”

“Yep.”

“You two are fake dating.”

“Yep.” I could feel the buzz of information in her head.

“So you’re a commitment-phobe but don’t mind taking women against their will.”

The woman made me laugh. “Is that what I did, Kerri?”

“Yes. You’re a horrible person.”

“You don’t know me well enough to say that.”

“Oh, I know enough.”

“I find it interesting that your intense desire has penetrated my system.”

Her face flushed and I knew I was right.

“You are… insufferable,” she whispered, but a quick glance told me she was softening.

I was lucky to find a parking spot just down the street from my favorite little hole in the wall bar. It was a location where I could be anonymous, which was preferrable to the near celebrity-like status I’d gained over the last few years. The magazine articles helped with the bottom line for Blackout, but not to me personally.

“Where do you think you’re taking me, to a dungeon to have your way with me?”

“I don’t own a dungeon but it’s not a bad idea.” I tapped my jaw on purpose, scrunching my brow.

“Of course you own a dungeon. You and all your crony friends.”

“No, I don’t own a dungeon, but perhaps one day I’ll take you to a club I have personal interest in. Carnal Sins.”

A strange look crossed her face. Then she glanced away. “A kink club. I should have known.”

“It happens to be my place of business, but you might be surprised that it also includes a popular dance club as well. However, that’s for later. Right now, I’m taking you to a fabulous little place no one knows about. They happen to have the best boiled peanuts in the city.”

When I grinned, she looked at me as if I had two heads.

“What?” I asked as I unfastened the seatbelt.

“I don’t understand why I’m here or what you want with me.”

“Isn’t it obvious?” I didn’t mind pushing her a little, given her brazen attitude.

I leaned over, expecting her to jerk away as if I had the plague. She held her own, even leaning further forward. My God, I wanted to kiss her at that moment, yanking her into my lap. The scent of her had remained on my skin all night long, the taste of her luscious mouth lingering. Now my hand continued to ache from the harsh spanking I’d given her.

And I wanted to do it all over again along with about a dozen other atrocities.

“Just remember, sweet Kerri. Looks can be deceiving.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she mused, smiling before finally pulling away.

I climbed out, forced to adjust my cock. She was such a spitfire I had a feeling I was in for a rough ride.

And admittedly, I planned to be in the biblical sense.

She kept her distance from me was we walked down the sidewalk and when I stopped in front of Joe’s Bar, she shielded her eyes from the sun. “Are there more surprises I should learn about before I commit to a drink with you?”

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