A Dom and His Not So Submissive Sub (2 page)

             
Then he would bind her to the bed and tease her body until she was begging for him to take her again, then to beg for mercy. But mercy would not be gotten in his arms. He licked dry lips. With his height, he easily towered over the rest of the room, making it easy to catch her eye. Brown eyes widened, forcing his lips to begin to curve upward. Yes, he desired this woman greatly, and there was no force of this earth that would be able to stand in his way. His heart began to pound while his skin began to heat. Freyr wouldn’t be surprised to find that his skin flushed a nice red. This sort of reaction had never before happened and he relished the thought of what would come next.
Now, if only she isn’t a bitch I can take her home and love her greatly.
He moved, drawn forward for a closer look at this goddess among women. He needed this night to work out in his favor. Good thing he was an immortal being and not human or else he would probably have to worry.

“Oh, my God, who is that Adonis checking us out?” Rachael asked, nudging Vanessa.

             
Adonis wasn’t the right word. He surpassed any meager human word she could ever come up with. Vanessa wasn’t much on white men, in fact she honestly could never see herself dating or even contemplating dating one, but even she had to admit he was gorgeous.

             
Blonde hair trailed down his back laying across broad shoulders covered by an expensive black sweater. Full lips any black man would kill for curved into a smile. His nose that perfect aquiline shape drew her attention up to his perfectly shaped brows that no amount of plucking or waxing could achieve, and honestly made her feel a little jealous to see it. Ice blue eyes, smoldering with some wicked emotion, seemed to stare right into her soul. Vanessa shivered. He was way out of her league. More importantly, he was scary because he was so gorgeous.

             
The tip of his tongue trailed along the opening of the bottle, causing her to think of other things he could trace with that. Vanessa felt the strangest urge to make her way to him, to allow him to strip her bare and take her right here in the club in front of everyone. Her cunt began to spasm at such an image and liquid flooded her panties. It had been so long since she’d had sex that she was obviously willing to go against what she normally desired in a man to take on this one. But, damn, it would be worth it, just to say she had the experience. Rachael apparently echoed her.

             
“Damn, what I wouldn’t give to have a go at him,” she heard Rachael say. Vanessa couldn’t find it within her to respond. She could only watch him as he made his way over.

Freyr had no idea what he would say when he reached this woman. It had been so long since he’d been married he wasn’t aware of proper etiquette in dating anymore. And, as he was sure his English was terrible, how was he supposed to speak in a way she would understand him?
In the end it didn’t matter. Before he could reach her, a buxom red head stepped in front of him, laying her seduction on thick. Every time Freyr tried to move from the woman seeking his attention, she’d find something else to try on him. He glanced back toward the cage where the woman he wanted stood. She stared at him, a slight smirk on her full lips.

             
The sight was just so sexy, Freyr gave up any pretense of trying to be polite. He wanted to reach this woman, be damned anyone else. He forced his way by the red haired woman, ignoring her sputtering anger. His goddess stood still, her eyes wide as any prey with a predator closing in. He allowed a deep smile to touch his lips, showing off his dimples. Ah yes, the dimples always work. “You are very good,” he said once he’d reached his destination. His goddess bent forward; giving him a nice view of the deep plunge of her cleavage.

             
“What did you say?” She pressed tighter against the cage, pressing closer to his body.  He felt his cock hardened further until it was almost painful. The scent of her skin drove him wild. It was soft and spicy at the same time. It was the scent of a female, something he had been missing for so long now. Absolute perfection. The desire burning through him would affect his ability to communicate. He knew, yet he couldn’t find it within himself to actually calm down enough to speak with her coherently. She was just so lush that it made it difficult for his mind to think.

Chapter 2

My God.
Those were the only words that came to mind once he actually stood before her.  It should be illegal for a man such as him to walk the streets. When that little red haired twig had stood before him, she knew for a fact that he would take what the woman had to offer. The girl was beautiful in that porn star way. Most guys in Vanessa’s experience went for that sort of thing. But he didn’t want the girl. Instead, he stood before her, speaking in an accent so sexy it actually didn’t matter that she hadn’t understood a single word he said.

             
“What did you say?” she asked him, leaning closer.
Please don’t let him have said something vulgar. I’d hate to have to dislike him for being a jerk
. She hated gorgeous guys because in her experience, they usually hid an asshole nature. Many of her exes were examples of the stupidity that was men and she would hate for him to be another shining example of male stupidity.

             
“I said you are a very good dancer.” His voice was deep, deeper than any man she met before, with a timbre made for sex. “I could watch you all night.”

             
Vanessa didn’t believe him for a second. He couldn’t actually want her. That would be impossible. The fat girl never got the sexy man at the end of the day. And a black girl like her definitely couldn’t hope to draw the attention of the quintessential white man, and for the long term. She gave that familiar polite smile, planning on finding a way to get out of the situation she found herself in.  Most likely, he was here with a bunch of male friends and they’d dared him to come and pretend to hit on her. She was not about to be the butt of any man’s joke. “I’m sure you say that to all the ladies.”

             
He shook his head, tendrils of blonde hair moving with him. “No woman I know can do what you do.”

             
Vanessa felt an elbow in her ribs. She turned slightly to catch Rachael’s eyes. Rachael just didn’t understand how hard it was being larger around a bunch of men who behaved as if larger women had no feelings or thought she was easy pickings because of her size. If she did, she would understand just how Vanessa felt, and she would have willingly fallen in line with her desire to throw off this man. So, ignoring Rachael’s warning, she turned back to the gorgeous man trying to talk to her, except she no longer had his attention. His focus was on his cell, a deep frown lighting his features. He muttered something she couldn’t understand.

             
Vanessa allowed a frown to touch her own features. “What?” she demanded.

             
It was very difficult for him to turn his attention from the phone, but slowly he managed to bring those blue eyes to her. “I must leave.”

             
Strangely, Vanessa felt a pang of disappointment. He probably had a wife or something he had to go home to. With the way he looked she bet his wife had to be a model of some sort, probably blonde just like him. She moved to turn away, when a strong hand gripped her wrist in a tight grip. It didn’t hurt, but it certainly was not a hold she had ever allowed any male to have on her before. She glanced down at the pale hand holding her. When she brought her eyes back to his he said, “Before I leave, may I have your name, beautiful woman?”

             
She opened her mouth to give him one of her aliases when Rachael interrupted. “It’s Vanessa, Vanessa Harris. That’s her name and don’t let her tell you any different.”

             
The smile he bestowed on her was blinding in its intensity. Vanessa felt her knees weaken as a sudden over whelming rush of arousal slammed into her.

             
“Perhaps we will meet again, Vanessa.”  The sound of her name on his lips caressed her body in ways she hadn’t thought existed before. He brought her hand to his lips. One touch and her panties flooded with moisture. If he had asked her to leave with him, she would have gone with him and she would probably be spread legged on the nearest available surface. The thought knocked her back into reality. There was no way she was about to fall for a pretty face. That was a particular trap she intended to avoid. And no way, too, did she want to have anything to do with dealing with cultural differences. That never seemed to work out in real life.

             
Vanessa didn’t remain at the club for too much longer after her mysterious man left. As much as she enjoyed partying with Rachael, she still had some work that needed to be done the next morning and trying to schedule all that would not be easy. She knew she needed to move to California eventually if she wanted to expand her clientele. Her number one client, the lovely Honey Cartwright put up with Vanessa’s need to remain in her hometown, but only barely if her current track record were anything to go by. But Vanessa wasn’t sure if moving to California was what she really wanted to do. Working with her current clients was fine, but she had an opportunity with a multibillion dollar international conglomerate, which would allow her to stay home where she wanted to be. All she had to do was just land the job and she would be set for life.

             
She turned onto Lake Shore Drive heading north. In just three short years, she could very possibly place a down payment for a wonderful condo in the prime area along the lake or maybe she would move to one of the better suburbs. Driving through downtown she found she leaned more toward staying in the city. She wanted peace and quiet, away from arguing neighbors, but more than anything she wanted the nice lifestyle that came with metropolitan living.

             
Vanessa switched lanes, missing the large hole she sped over. She cursed, feeling her car give an odd gait. She pulled over to the shoulder, upset it was late at night with nearly no one on the road as her front left tire had gone flat. She wasn’t sure she had a spare in her trunk and honestly wasn’t sure if she wanted to change the tire if she did. She was tired and cranky. She was horny because of that damn white man she shouldn’t have been enticed by. She just wanted to go home and relax before she went to bed. She got back into her car to pull out her phone, finding she’d forgotten to charge it and it never occurred to her that she should own a car charger for situations like this.

             
This was the last straw in the night that just couldn’t go right. Right there in the front seat, she just let loose and released a scream. She banged the steering wheel. She cursed. She tried stomping her feet, but had to stop when her stylish heels couldn’t find the right angle. She did everything she could think of not to shed a single tear.  Throwing her own pity party had to be enough until she could fight the moisture in her eyes.

             
She sat as the occasional car continued driving past her, but no one seemed to want to stop and see if she needed help. That was okay, she kept reminding herself, she was an independent woman and she didn’t need anyone’s help. Eventually she would figure it out and if she didn’t…well, she would figure that out when she got there. Being a woman of decent means had to count for something.
Stupid night. If that first jackass hadn’t come around I bet things would have gone a lot better than they did.
Damn the second guy, too for making her desire having a man around. Times like now, especially after meeting the kind of guy she saw, made it hard to desire keeping her status as independent.
I would love to take a ride on that
she couldn’t help but think.

             
A car pulled in front of her.  A sleek custom built Mercedes SLS AMG GT Roadster
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that had to cost more than a pretty penny, if she had to take a guess. Vanessa sat up in her seat, praying that some crazy rich killer was not about to get out of the car now that she was helpless to do anything to save herself. She searched all over the car for some type of weapon she could use to defend herself should she need to. She hadn’t bought the new can of mace like her mother had warned her. She wasn’t really a gun person though considering the pocket surrounding her home in Chicago, she should probably invest in one if she survived this night.

             
Please Lord, don’t let her momma have to hear on the news that her daughter had been killed by some psycho because she didn’t listen to a word her mother told her. She even promised to buy the mace first thing in the morning if it would help. All her hand could seem to find was her black stiletto left in the passenger’s seat. Vanessa kept her grip tight as she waited on baited breath. Out of the car stepped the man from the club, the one she’d been thinking about since he left. She sucked in a deep breath. Oh boy, she must have done something to piss off the powers that be. It was either that or she had been a very good girl and was about to be rewarded for her good behavior. She just wished he was dark skinned and either bald or with a very nice buzz cut. Then he would have been perfect. Still, the smile he gave her once he noticed her identity caused a flood to her panties. She couldn’t be blamed for lusting after a man with such sexy dimples, could she? No one could resist such a work of wonder as that.