Topping the Domme (Crime and Punishment) by Trista Ann Michaels Read Free Book Online Page B

see,” he purred. “Perhaps that’s an idea for another evening?”
    She frowned up at him. “I didn’t think you liked to share, Master.”
    He slid his hand between her legs from behind. Karina held still as a stone as he teased her now wet opening with his fingers. The way he looked at her, the heat from his gaze searing her, if she moved at all, she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from wiggling her hips and trying to get his finger deeper. To her, it was safer to appear indifferent, even though indifference was not at all what she felt.
    “If it’s something my little sub wants, how can I possibly say no?” He leaned in and whispered, “And from the feel of things, my sub wants.”
    Karina glared up at him from the corner of her eye. Damn jerk. She was wet, and he made sure to throw it in her face that he knew. Well, hell. What did he expect? Dom and sub alike would get aroused in this place. It was a living, breathing, live-action porn show.
    Delacroix chuckled. “Karina is a sassy sub. I have a feeling we’ll be seeing her on the spanking bench before the night is out.”
    Her whole body flushed at the image of Brayden spanking her ass and the realization sent a wave of heat over her cheeks. Brayden removed his hand from her pussy. Keeping his gaze glued to hers, he brought his fingers to his lips and licked them clean. Karina’s stomach flipped at the hunger in his eyes, the way he watched her with that all knowing grin. Yep, definitely Satan’s grin.
    “You’re father’s name was Lucifer, wasn’t it?” she mumbled, half teasing, half serious.
    Brayden lifted a brow. Delacroix and two others chuckled.
    “Yeah, you’re definitely going to be on that spanking bench,” Brayden drawled.
    “Come on, you two,” Delacroix said. “I’ll take you over to the bar and introduce you to our bartender, Master Trey.”
    Karina followed behind Brayden. Delacroix had been introducing them as friends of his that had just moved down from Virginia. Brayden was independently wealthy, therefore didn’t need to hold down a job, and the two of them were currently staying in a hotel while they looked for a house.
    So far everyone seemed to be accepting that story, and the fact that they all knew Delacroix was independently wealthy only helped matters. Wealthy people tended to stick together, for the most part.
    Everyone appeared friendly. So far, no one set off any bells or alarms. Some Doms introduced their subs, some didn’t. Brayden always did and so did Karina when she was in Domme mode. To not introduce her would make her feel insignificant, and she was grateful that Brayden included her.
    “What would you like to drink, Karina?” Delacroix asked. “Name it and I’m sure Trey can make it.”
    “Okay,” she said smiling. “Something light. How about a Pimm’s Cup?”
    Trey grinned. “Pimm’s Cup it is. And for you, Master Brayden?”
    “I’ll take a beer.”
    Trey nodded and headed off to get the drinks. Brayden turned to answer a question one of the other Doms had asked him, but even though his attention was occupied elsewhere, his hand was always touching her somewhere. Right now, it rested lightly at the small of her back.
    Surprisingly, it made her feel safer somehow. Although she could now take care of herself better than most men, thanks to her Navy SEAL uncle, for some reason it felt good knowing Brayden was there too.
    “How are you holding up, Karina?” Delacroix asked softly as he leaned over to grab a peanut from the bowl in front of her.
    “Better than I thought I would be,” she smiled slightly. “Under the circumstances. But then we haven’t started playing yet, so maybe ask me again later.”
    Delacroix snickered. “I’m sure I will. I can only imagine how uncomfortable this is for you…under the circumstances.”
    “Would you have done it?”
    “Maybe if I had you as a Master, but even then, I doubt it.”
    Karina smiled. No. She couldn’t see Delacroix as a submissive at