French Kiss (Decadence Nights Book 2) by Maddie Taylor Read Free Book Online Page A

taking advantage and that your fees, which are nothing to sneeze at, have become more of a donation.”
    “Do you have a problem with me, ma petite ?” Deep and resonant, his lightly accented English flowed over her like a warm, relaxing shower, his French heritage clear in his rolling r’s and soft v’s more so than his endearment. She melted inside, never having heard such a seductive tone. At the same time, her panties dampened with lightning fast arousal, her lips became dry and her tongue stuck to the roof of her parched mouth. She would have swayed on her feet, if not for his firm grasp.
    When she didn’t answer immediately, one arm slipped around her, anchoring her close while his free hand rose to capture her chin, angling her face up to his.
    “Mari,” he prompted. “I believe an answer to a direct question is the polite response.”
    Suddenly, she wanted to scream. Yes! I have a huge freakin’ problem with you .
    But she’d been raised to be courteous, and after years of living as a lifestyle submissive, it was ingrained to be respectful of any dom. So she lied, in a soft tentative voice. “How could I, when I don’t even know you?”
    He studied her upturned face at length with his hand lightly curled around her jaw, holding her still for his scrutiny. She returned his regard, feeling she had little other choice.
    This close, exuding dominance from virtually every pore, it was no mystery why she’d been drawn to him even before she’d seen his handsome face. He was overwhelming and while her body trembled with pleasure, clearly wanting to stay, her mind rebelled in near panic. Yet, with his hands upon her, the heat of his body emanating in waves across the short distance to hers, she couldn’t run or hide. Nor could she escape with his eyes fixed upon her or with the Master Dom’s obvious ultimatum lingering over her head. And that is what it was, though he’d framed it in a pretty supposition, with an unqualified and implied ‘or else’, it was an ultimatum, as plain as that.
    “Marilee, answering a question with another question is avoiding the point. I’d like an answer.” Arturo’s insistent tone, quiet, but with an underlying layer of steel, snapped her out of her reverie.
    “As would I,” Dex said a moment later. “Do you have a problem with Arturo standing in for Reyn?”
    Short of defiance or using her safeword, she saw no out and shook her head, caving like the intimidated submissive she was, in the face of two purely dominant men.
    “Excellent. I see station four coming open, Arturo. I’ll have it flagged as reserved. Mari, we will talk soon, yes?” With that, Master Dex, powerful, confident and having ultimate authority in the club, strode away, leaving her with little choice, scene with the utterly appealing Frenchman, or have a chat with a man who would expect her to divulge all of her secrets or be booted out, for good.
    Maybe that would be for the best.
    Like Dex, she had often questioned why she came here. She was frustrated, didn’t enjoy what the others obviously got out of the club beyond the scenes, and since she couldn’t allow herself to relinquish enough control to experience gratifying sex, let alone the orgasmic highs the other subs did, what was the point? It was little more than a temporary escape, a very expensive one at that, from a chronic situation for which she couldn’t seem to find a remedy.

Chapter Five
     
    “You’ve avoided me on previous visits. Why?”
    She stiffened beneath the hand that rode low on her back as he guided her to the reserved station.
    “I haven’t.”
    “Even if this is our one and only scene together, ma colombe , let’s keep it honest, shall we?”
    He caught a flash of azure blue eyes as she cast a sidelong glance his way, but when she found him studying her, she hid them behind her long, midnight lashes. He was looking forward to their scene for several reasons, primarily he found her extremely attractive. Her above