Bailey: Independence #1 by Karen Nichols Read Free Book Online

strode off down the corridor.
    For the first time in ages, he was grateful for the dim lighting and distracted patrons. He shoved the door to his office open and headed straight to the bathroom. The boots were pulled free before he stripped out of the pants he just came in, his head shaking in amazement. He wasn’t sure how he’d kept his legs moving after they both exploded. He wasn’t sure how or why the redheaded sub was getting to his head like the finest whiskey.
    He moved quickly, cleaning himself, changing his pants and stepping back into his boots before grabbing two bottles of water from his office fridge and heading back to his little sub. He wanted the mask off. He wanted more information and most of all, he wanted her. He’d listen to his psyche arguing with him after he’d satisfied the savage passion inside him that she’d awakened.

Chapter Five
    Gabriel had a warm cloth with him when he returned, his smile one that hadn’t been on his face in ages. Simple, pure contentment. He stared down at her. She had rolled to her side, one palm out and open while the other rested beneath her cheek.
    “Bee, it’s Gabriel,” he said softly, the empty palm stroking over her face and reaching for the blindfold he’d fastened around her head. “Stand up and let me clean you off.”
    Bailey blinked as the dimmed light once more struck her eyes, squinting at him.
    Do what? First all the talking and now hygiene lessons?
    “Um…I think I can…I’m alright…seriously…” she groaned when her stuttering was met with that somber, unyielding stare. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered, pushing against the sofa and standing.
    “Feet apart, Bee. This is part of what we share. A dom/sub relationship isn’t one sided. We care for one another in ways others don’t grasp or comprehend,” he spoke as he ran the warm cloth up her inner thigh and across the sticky, damp center. He kept his chuckle inside when she squirmed. “Sensitive?”
    Gee, ya think? But she settled for: “Yes, Sir.”
    “I bet I could make you scream at least half a dozen more times before the sun came up, Bee,” Gabriel slowly rose to his feet, dropped the cloth in the container for laundry and framed her face with his hands. His thumbs stroked over the parted lips before he settled his mouth against hers gently. “Let’s relax in the social area. Another time, we’ll go to the pool room and play in the sauna and hot tub. I brought some water for you.”
    Bailey stayed silent. There was too much she didn’t understand yet. For now, she decided to ignore the question about her attraction to a stranger. Maybe she should ignore the fact that she let a guy finger fuck her in public and screamed like never before. Loudly. Okay, maybe there was a lot she shouldn’t think about right now. It would definitely ruin the mood.
    “What about you? Sir,” she added hastily, a hint of color in her cheeks. Again.
    “We’ll talk about that another time,” Gabriel said with a sigh, guiding her to an empty spot. “Head up, eyes down,” he whispered the reminder as they entered the warm area around the fireplace. He handed her a bottle of water just as one of the security men came to his side, his voice low and urgent. “I’ll be back in a moment, Bee. Drink your water.”
    “Yes, Sir,” she said, opening the cap and taking a long swallow. Her gaze took in the four couples around the fire, three males in the wing chairs and one female, their subs on the floor at their sides. She quickly lowered her gaze, but she’d taken in their positions. Some had their heads being stroked, others a gently placed hand ran along their bare shoulders or back.
    Their conversation was soft, their laughter companionable. She heard talk of stocks, discussions about the latest political debacle and the greed involved in businesses these days.
    Serene, she thought. She glanced at the heavy, thick pillow resting on its side next to the chair where she stood. She knew it would