Anything for Him: Dominated (#1) by Carmen Cross Read Free Book Online

if it does not work out you can go back,
I will pay your rent there from here on out and if you do leave you will have a
stipend until you get back on your feet. That is, unless I manage to recoup
your company for you, in which case you will have your own income.”
    Words failed her. She sat up, tried to
think of something to say and could not. The weight of the cuffs on her wrists
made her feel reassured even though she knew she should not be. She had only
known him for a matter of days. There was this odd little feeling in her belly,
she felt like she was on a long and steep hill and going down it very fast. It
was scary and yet exhilarating. She decided that she rather liked that mix of
emotions and that she could sort out the rest of it later. She swung her legs
off of the bed and looked about for something to put on.
    “You won’t be cooking.” Danny said with
amusement, “No need to worry about those nasty splatters.”
    He gave her ass a firm swat as he spoke
and she jumped, and then giggled. She felt a little embarrassed to be walking
around naked, especially when she left the bedroom but she forgot that as she
took in the rooms that she passed through.
    She had been too exhausted the night
before to really notice anything and the apartment took her breath away. The
city skyline rose all around her when she peeked out of the floor to ceiling
windows that took up one entire wall. Bookcases lined other walls and she saw
first editions of writers that she loved along the shelves, including some that
surprised her.
    The carpet was thick and absorbed all
sound, the walls held paintings, some expensive and others that appeared to
have been bought simply because of the subject matter. By the time she got to
the kitchen it was obvious to her that Danny was a man of good taste.
    But how had he gained all of his wealth?
She knew he had not grown up with it and she found herself curious about his
past even as she flipped open the leather-covered book embossed with the words
Household manual. For a moment that book nearly made her laugh, it seemed
slightly absurd but when she read the first page she understood it was not
absurd at all.
    There were directions on how to prepare
coffee, tea, what drinks were served at what times, when to order flowers, what
flowers were preferred in certain rooms, orders on how to handle the staff,
meal times and a list of things to wear and not to wear. There was even a
section on exercise and hygiene.
    Meghan felt resentment at the words
written there, but underlying that was a sense of total freedom. That heady
sense of being cared for, of being totally safe and secure flooded back in and
she set about making his coffee.
    Danny got up from the enormous bed and
walked to the windows in the bedroom. He put his head to the glass and stared
down at the city. As a teenager he had read The Great Gatsby. It had galvanized
him. At fourteen he had a set of foster parents who had not cared what he did
as long as he did not screw up so badly the cops or the social workers had to
get involved. He had been hustling for a small time hood named Vinnie, selling
stolen televisions and car stereos to people at local flea markets, a dime
operation if there ever was one. Reading the story of a man who had totally
remade himself had made him see a bigger picture and he had set out to become
someone else entirely, and to gain his revenge.
    He had bent his head to the books,
working hard to get good grades but he had not been fool enough to think that
alone would get him into the places he wanted to go. He had worked any number
of hustles out on the streets. He had been the lookout for a group of dealers,
he had been the protector of two young prostitutes who had decided to go
independent and who were willing to pay a percentage to him rather than hand
over their entire earnings to a pimp. Several other girls had joined up, at
seventeen he was bringing in close to a thousand dollars a week from that
hustle alone.