On Becoming His by Benjamin T. Russell, Cassandre Dayne Read Free Book Online Page B

want you to feel very free to tell me whatever you need to tell me. I value your opinion above all other things. Please, what do you need to know? ”
    For some reason the word “need” surprised her. She’d often thought about how he just seemed to magically sense her discomfort or know what was on her mind as it raced to find the right words to ask something. Now this word was comforting and gave her courage. “I noticed a picture of a Dom on your page with a poem about a woman submitting to you. The piece was very haunting and I really enjoyed reading every word . Every thought was heartfelt. ”
    “Thank you. A favorite of mine. ”
    “Um… So, d id you write it?” Of course he’d known there was more to her question. Barely able to look into his eyes, Jessie sighed. When she heard him inhaling slowly, she finally looked in his direction. His eyes told her the truth. The realization thrilled and terrified her. Nodding, a swell of emotions was building inside of her and she thought about the words on the poem and smiled . Somehow Jessie knew the piece was about her. Her breath skipping, she reached for the wine again, nearly draining the glass. You can do this. He’s just a man and you asked him. Jessie almost burst into laughter. He’d written a poem and that was all but…
    “Yes. I have many more as well as the pictures but they’re simply too risqué for Facebook. I’ve enjoyed writing what’s in my heart and my soul for a very long time. Some people question why and I simply tell them it’s a part of me and always has been. Now tell me, why do you ask?”
    Her lower lip quivering, Jessie wasn’t sure where to go from here. How the hell could she ask him this? Was it even any of her business? “I…” Looking away, the feel of his hand cupping her chin, bringing her face toward his sent shivers skating down her spine.
    “What do you want to know and why do you ask?” The sound of his voice low and husky, he forced her to look into his eyes. “Please trust me, Jezebel. I need for you to finish.”
    “Because I’m curious. Because I want to know. Because I…” Jessie darted her eyes away once and heard a disappointed sigh. He always called her by her given name when he was serious about something. Steeling her nerves, she said the words she’d thought about for months, years. “Because I long to have a man as my Dom.” Fuck! She’d said it out loud. What the hell was freaking wrong with her? Her nerves on edge, she shifted back and forth and stared at the bottle of wine in the corner. He didn’t like her to drink too much but tonight she felt like drinking more . Hell no, s he needed to get fucking wasted admitting something like this to a man she so cared about and he would think so badly of her and…
    Luke inhaled deeply and reached for the wine bottle. Refilling both of their glasses, he handed her one before taking a long sip.
    Dear God, he was contemplating calling her names and then running and screaming from the room and… No, he said he was a Dom. But what if he thought she was too strong willed or not right or… Jessie could barely stand to finish the ugly thoug ht. Her hand shaking, she took another gulp and willed her nerves to calm down. Cringing, she anticipated laughter or chastisement or at minimum a scoffing voice. Instead, she heard Luke simply breathing evenly. When she garnered the courage to look into his eyes again, a smile curled in the corner of her mouth. He was grinning, his eyes flashing even in the dim lighting.
    “I knew as much but I wanted you to tell me first, to admit to me your cravings. This has to be something you want to talk about . I certainly didn’t want to push you with any of my thoughts. ”
    “How did you know?” He didn’t want to push her? What? Blinking furiously, Jessie fought back tears. She was not going to cry. Hell no.
    Brushing the tips of his fingers down the side of her cheek, Luke leaned forward, capturing her mouth. Pulling her