The Devil's Touch by Vivien Sparx Read Free Book Online

prove to myself that I’m not all those horrible things my ex-boyfriend called me. But guess what? I am!” Now she had given vent to her bitterness it came in a rush of words, laced with her shame.
    “I couldn’t turn him on. I couldn’t turn you on.”
    Lucien cut across her suddenly. “You do turn me on,” he said, “but not like this.” He spread his hands wide. “This is what doesn’t arouse me.”
    Angelica checked. She frowned in confusion.
    “I’m not interested in vanilla sex,” Lucien explained. “I never have been. I’m a Master, Angelica. Domination and submission is the only kind of sex that I truly enjoy.”
     
    * * *
     
    “I don’t understand,” Angelica said warily. “Isn’t domination about being cruel to women?”
    She was sitting in the center of the king-size bed, cross-legged, looking like a child wearing only Lucien’s shirt. She had fastened two of the buttons, but the collar gaped, revealing the silky sheen of her breasts each time she leaned forward.
    Beside the bed was a silver trolley that room service had delivered, stacked with a platter of toasted sandwiches and fries. She nibbled as she watched Lucien, pausing occasionally to brush at errant tendrils of hair that hung down into her eyes.
    “That’s your ignorance speaking,” Lucien said. He was perched on the edge of the bed staring at Angelica, and there was a glow like an intense aura on his face when he spoke again.
    “There are no hard and fast rules to the dominant submissive lifestyle,” he said. “There is no black or white – just a lot of shades of grey.”
    “So how do you know if you’re doing it right?”
    He smiled at the naivety of her. “Because it feels right,” he said.
    He rose from the bed. He was wearing a thick white bathrobe, and he thrust his big fists into the pockets as he began to pace the room, speaking with the same passion and compelling tone that she had heard him use during his speech at the yacht club.
    “For a lot of people, submission and domination is a lifestyle – and everyone’s way of living is different,” he explained. “For men like me it is all about the physical and emotional control of another person. And often that means discipline.”
    “Punishment, you mean. Beatings.”
    “No,” he shook his head. “Again, you have this notion, but it’s not based on experience. You know nothing about what I’m referring to, so you assume the worst.”
    Angelica took another bite of her sandwich. She watched Lucien carefully. She was beginning to feel unsettled and she regarded him warily.
    “I am a Master,” he said, stopping in the middle of the room and staring into her eyes. “When I have a submissive, there is very little physical punishment. Sometimes, when a sub disobeys, she will be spanked, but apart from that, I stay well away from physical pain – because I have a far better way of demanding and getting exactly what I want.”
    Angelica couldn’t help herself. “And what is it you want from these women?”
    “Obedience,” Lucien said. “Unquestioning obedience to all my instructions.”
    “I find it hard to believe it’s that simple,” Angelica murmured. She put the crust of her sandwich back on to the serving trolley and hugged her knees to her chest with both arms. Angelica’s senses seemed heightened, for she recognized the power of Lucien Lance. He was like a handsome, dangerous cobra – weaving and mesmerizing with his words. His presence and charm were immense and even though her instincts rumbled warnings in her ear, she felt herself being drawn inexorably closer to him by his power and her fascination.
    “It’s surprisingly simple,” he said, and then he smiled the most beautiful smile Angelica had ever seen. His face changed completely as there was a devilish curl on his lips. “I have no bondage equipment; no whips, no cuffs, no elaborate crosses, tables or chains. I use no rope – no restraints of any kind. If I punish a