That Which Destroys Me by Kimber S. Dawn Read Free Book Online

I’m in club known for BDSM? I’m so damn nervous I can hardly sit still. Plus, this damn dress keeps riding up and if I pull it down any further my tits are gonna fall out of the top.
    I cannot believe I let Eve and Trina talk me into this shit.
    Let’s go to a BDSM bar and see how they party they said.
    It will be fun they said.
    Yeah, sorry, I’ll stop.
    Once I gain the bartender’s attention, I smile, “Hey. Ahh… Can I have another glass of white Zin?” He nods at my hand. “Oh, you want to see my stamps?” I hold my hand and smile again. “I’m not sure why I got them, but this shit better wash off before Monday.”
    “Stamps, plural. Two-drink maximum, babe. Sorry. You’ve had your two.” He turns to walk away and I try to stop him.
    “Two fucking drink maximum? What the fuck kind of bar has a two drink maximum?” He just shakes his head and continues moving towards the other end of the bar.
    “Seriously? Are you fucking kidding me you asshole?! It’s a bar!”
    “A bar where Doms come to find subs. A bar where Doms bring their subs. No one wants a drunk Dom that takes shit too far. And no one needs a drunk sub that forgets her safe word.” Wesley’s voice is like dark chocolate covered sin, his words are smooth as silk sliding from his tongue. Instantly, I am soaked between my thighs.
    Hell no I don’t have panties on either. Who the hell wears panties anymore? Oh, right… The smart bitches. SHIT!
    I briefly wonder if I can play deaf - pretend I don’t know he’s talking to me. But when his large warm hand circles my arm above my elbow and gently squeezes - well, even I know the shudder that goes through every molecule of my body is one that’s clearly visible.
    Before I can turn around his lips brush my ear and he softly speaks, “I saw that, Ms. Reese.”
    I turn nudging my face into him before I can make sense of my body language. “Why does that not surprise me, Wesley Jacobs? Of course you notice the things I rather you wouldn’t.”
    He runs his nose from behind my ear to the nape of my neck, planting his face into my hair before breathing in deeply and whispering, “I don’t know what the fuck that means. Honestly, I don’t care.” His grip on my arms tighten and he pulls my back flush against his massive chest and torso. Immediately, I become aware of his massive erection. I cannot keep the smirk from my face if I wanted too. “Come with me, Stella. We have a lot to talk about, love.”
    If I were smart, if I had more wine in me, I’d do exactly what I should—I’d tell him to fuck off. But I’ve only had two glasses of wine and apparently, I’m not as fucking smart as I thought I was.
    I nod, wave goodbye to my friends and follow Wesley fucking Jacobs out of the BDSM bar.
    Yeah… How you like those cookies? They look sweet. Fuck it, I guess we’ll see, won’t we?
    Once we’re at his black looking sports car—I have no idea if it’s a Hyundai or a Jag—he opens the passenger door for me and moves the stuff from the seat to the back of the car before stepping aside. “My place?” he asks as I slide into the softest fucking leather seat my ass has ever graced.
    I nod before he shuts the door and quickly makes his way around the hood of his car to the drivers side.
    Once we’ve driven a little while in silence, I feel obligated to speak, to explain some shit before we get to his house. “Wesley, I’m only coming to your place for a drink, maybe two. If you want to talk about the internship that would be great, I’m excited. I was… Umm, nervous about it - well, I’m still nervous, but…”
    His laughter cuts my rambling off. “I wasn’t talking about the internship when I said we had shit to talk about. Yes, two drinks. Maybe three. What I have to say… Well, we’re both going to need more than the two little drinks served at Chained.”
    I try to swallow and it turns into an audible gulp.
    Shit!
    “Ahh, okay. Maybe three. What is the topic you’d like