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“Didn’t you?” he teased. “As I said I have never wanted a woman the way I want you.” She might not believe that, but Viktor knew it to be true. “As you are well aware, I am the majority owner of the Carriage House. I take the lifestyle very seriously. I am not some nice, vanilla man. I am a Dom—a Dominant—I crave control and the power exchange. I would like to show you my world, but you will need to accept who I am before we can proceed.” He placed a crooked finger under her chin, lifting her face up. “Will you let me show you my world?”
“You want control? I want honesty. What is it you want from me?”
“If I were to answer you with complete honesty, I fear you would run away and never look back.” He silenced her protest with a light kiss. “I will promise never to lie to you and that there is nothing I want from you that you won’t be willing to give me in the end. Will you join me this evening?”
“Um, I guess.”
“You cannot guess in the lifestyle, malenkaya. You must speak to your master; tell him what it is you need. Failure to do so or lying to me will get you disciplined and not in a fun and erotic way, although I suspect you will find it arousing. I ask you again, will you join me this evening and let me show you the Carriage House and some of what it has to offer?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl,” he purred and watched her relish the praise. “I will send my car for you…”
“I know where the club is; I can drive myself.”
He shook his head. “Your relinquishment of control starts tonight. I will have something appropriate for you to wear delivered this evening, and my car and driver will pick you up at eight. That will allow me to get the club up and running so I can spend my time focused on you. I will show you around the club, and we can have dinner in my office after your tour.”
“And after that?” she asked, raising her chin.
Emerson possessed a streak of defiance he was going to look forward to curbing to better suit both their needs. Even though he preferred the honorarium of Master, he had never cared for submissives who identified as slaves. You didn’t get the same level of intensity and passion from a slave as you did from someone who saw herself as your equal but just on the other side of the slash. Theirs would be an complex dance for power and control, which he would win, but which she would enjoy. His malenkaya would never yield to a man who did not possess the strength to conquer her. Luckily for them both, he was such a man.
EMERSON
She’d been a little put off by the way Romanov had handed her up into the carriage, instructing the driver to return her to her vehicle and remain with her until he was sure her truck would start, and she was on her way out of the parking lot. As she drove out onto the highway, Emerson called home to let her sisters know lunch had been lovely and that she was going to treat herself to a leisurely drive back home.
“Well, Tegan and I were thinking we’d order in pizza or Chinese and we could binge watch something and you could tell us all about the devastatingly handsome and uber sexy Viktor Romanov,” said Kendra.
“As tempting as that is, I’m going to have to pass. Viktor invited me to be his guest at Carriage House. He’s sending a car for me at eight.”
“No,” gasped Kendra. “And you accepted?”
For some reason her surprise annoyed Emerson. “Yes, I did. Any reason I shouldn’t?”
“No. Just that you didn’t seem to know much about BDSM and now you’re going to one of the premiere kink clubs in the world. Just be careful. The man does have a reputation, and not just where his sexual prowess is concerned.”
“I’ll be home in a bit.”
“Do you need help picking out something to wear? I think only club wear is worn in certain areas.”
“Viktor was nice enough to say he would send something appropriate.”
There was a very pregnant pause. Emerson had read about that term but had never really known what was meant by it until just this moment. “Um, okay. Well, I’ll be here if you need help getting into it.”
“Why is it I get the distinct feeling you know far more about this than you are letting on?”
“I’m going to take the fifth on that. See you when you get home.”
“Put her on speaker,” Emerson heard Tegan call.
“You’re on,” said Kendra.
“Hey, Em, is there any reason Viktor Romanov’s secretary would call asking for the name of your stylist?”
Kendra laughed. “The lunch went really well. Em is going to the Carriage House this evening as Romanov’s guest. He said he’d send something. My guess is he wants to know her size, although I’ll bet he’d come damn close to knowing.”
“Oooh,” said Tegan. “I gave her Stephanie’s name before I even thought about it.”
“If what I read in my research is correct, I am not wearing what he thinks I should,” said Emerson with finality.
