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

He ran numbers for a guy on the east side of town and worked as a
dealer in a high stakes and very hush hush poker game, which is where he had
first gotten an up close look at Tom Lowry. He knew that the man had a gambling
habit and was often running in the red, he had not told Meghan that and he
doubted that he would, he didn’t want to have to explain how he knew that.
    He had pulled on every favor owed to him
and gotten a few choice references to add to his grades and other
accomplishments, which had led to him being accepted at an Ivy League school.
Once there he had shed every ounce of street thug from his surface and focused
on becoming a businessman.
    He was incredibly successful and his
companies were run with an iron fist that held his employees fast, and safe. He
did not believe in lay-offs or in sacking pension funds. He was personally
involved in every detail of his empire, which stretched across the globe and
included several ventures. He had come a very long way from being the
frightened boy who had walked into a kitchen to find his father slumped over
the remains of dinner with a letter of eviction clutched in one cold hand to
being Danny Sullivan, business magnate.
    Meghan stood in the doorway watching him.
She had never seen him fully naked before and she could not help but stare at
the heavy muscles in his broad chest, the lean V- shaped muscle that ran from
his waist down to his lean thighs and the gloriously molded cheeks of his firm
ass. There were scars on his back, long stripes that ran from his shoulder
blades to the small of his back. She wanted to go to him, put her mouth on
those scars and kiss them away. Instead she spoke softly, “I brought coffee and
breakfast.”
    The words startled him out of his reverie
and he turned to see Meghan holding out the wicker tray. The coffee cups sat
beside the silver pot, the creamer was in its place and there were two plates
stacked neatly beside two folded napkins and two butter knives. Crisply golden
toast sat on one large dish, along with orange slices and two cold hard-boiled
eggs. Raspberry jam and real creamery butter sat in tiny dishes to the left of
the toast dish. He watched as she sat it down on the small table that he
pointed to, admiring the flex of muscle in her ass cheeks and upper thighs as
she did so.
    The crisp curls that covered the sweetly
pink lips of her pussy caught his eyes and he grinned as she fussed with the
dishes and the cups. She waited until he sat and handed him his coffee, the
handle extended toward him just as he had instructed and he smiled. That
gesture was an indicator of just how willing she was to serve, most new
submissives forgot or were unwilling to hold the hot bowl of the cup in their
palm while waiting for their Master to take it from them.
    Meghan put his toast on his plate and
buttered it and then added jam. She waited until he nodded his head and then
she took her own seat and poured her own coffee and helped herself to a piece
of toast with butter.
    Danny watched her eat, she licked away
the crumbs with the unconscious satisfaction of a kitten and his eyes followed
that pink triangle of flesh with amusement and a growing arousal.
    “Leave that,” he said as she moved to
clear away the tray.
    Meghan looked up and the ardor in his
eyes was so obvious that she felt an immediate and undeniable reaction to it,
it was so sexy, the being wanted, that she could feel herself getting wet.
    “Come here,” Danny said.
    She went to him; he pushed his chair away
from the table and took her by the upper arms, holding her in place while he
kissed her hard and deep. She went limp beneath the sweet onslaught of his
mouth and tongue. He walked her backwards to the rumpled bed and once there he
picked her up and tossed her across it.
    Adrenaline pumped through her and giddy
laughter poured from her mouth as his knees sank into the soft mattress. He
walked himself up between her thighs and pinned her to the bed, his mouth and
hands