Domination by Lyra Byrnes Read Free Book Online

There’s a
fucking safeword for you.”
    He ran a hand over her breasts as if his fingers could taste
her flesh. “Far from it, if it’s entirely consensual and part of the game. I
want a woman who stands up to me but only to a point, so when I try to take
you, it’s safe to fight back, scratch and claw, call me names. That heightens
the sensations as well.”
    “On the spectrum of anger but not actual anger.”
    “Call it passion. Anger is a passion too, but it doesn’t
come into play.”
    “Why would any girl fight back against you?” she asked,
immediately regretting giving voice to her thoughts.
    But Bram did not dismiss her or even smile. He palmed her
nipple firmly. “We’re talking about you, and you can if you like, right? But
when we fight, Josie, be prepared to lose.”
    Her pussy flooded. Oh god, screaming at Bram Hunter,
pretending to reject him, her writhing subsiding as he wrestled her down and
shoved his huge cock inside…
    “That sounds unbelievably hot,” she admitted, feeling her
cheeks flush. “But not very submissive.”
    “You’d be surprised. And that’s the second lesson. I won’t
be pushing you around to make you feel small. Demanding your body, your
attention, your obedience is an expression of my desire for you. I might be
controlling the experience but you’re the one in control of this .”
    He placed her hand on his cock, a hard ridge under the
leather.
    “Because you want me so bad?” she teased.
    “I do. But more importantly, because I trust you and that’s
a rare thing for Bram Hunter.”
    To her dismay he sprang up from the bed and began to rummage
in her messenger bag.
    “I don’t think I have anything in there you can use to, you
know, spectrum.”
    He threw a notebook and pencil on the bed then brought the
tape recorder over and plugged it in. “You’re about to get your second
interview with the lead singer of Domination. How does that feel?”
    “Not as good as your cock did a minute ago,” she said.
    “Keep that up and I’ll be too busy fucking you sideways to
tell the world about the next recording. Now, shall we get started?”
    “Are we really going to do an interview?”
    He lit another cigarette and shook out the match. “Yeah,
first. And after…”
    “After?” she asked, hope fluttering from her voice.
    He nodded at the television set. “Cartoons.”

Chapter Nine
     
    She had to give it to Bram—he was great at his job.
Domination changed up the show every night, reordering the set list, fiddling
with the lighting and performing one cover song that paid homage to the city
hosting them. Last night it had been Remember the Alamo . If Josie hadn’t
known the Johnny Cash number already she would never have recognized it.
Tonight it was Randy Newman’s Louisiana , a mournful tune turned into a
power-dirge, full of menace and melancholy.
    For a hot, rebellious rock god, he’s a damn hard worker, she’d thought, watching him pull a tearful, chubby brunette onstage.
    She wanted to spend some time alone, preferably writing the
naughtiest fantasies she had ever dreamed evoked by Bram’s admittance of his
true desires, but Artie wanted “color”, which meant watching the boys get drunk
backstage.
    “Backstage is a hellhole. It’s depressing and ugly and
nothing ever happens there,” she’d complained to him countless times.
    “I know, kid, but the paying customers want to feel they’re
getting the inside experience. Sex it up.”
    If he only knew how much she could “sex up” the story of her
road trip it would make his hair curl but Josie had to buckle down and get
another post to Rock Star before they hit the next city. The blog was a
hit, she had learned from an unlikely source while organizing her notes in the
lobby earlier.
    “Views in the high five figures. That’s higher than your
print circulation was before it went all pear-shaped,” Varian had pointed out,
looming over her like a specter.
    She looked up from her screen. “How