Dominated: A Kinky Adult Fairy Tale (Bedding the Bad Girl Book 4) Read Online Free Page A

he would be willing to make. He could use a little pleasure right about now.
    Eleanor looked like she could use a little pleasure, too. No matter that she had brought her misfortune on herself, he still hated to see the despair in her eyes. He wanted to wipe it away and replace it with lust, nothing but pure, desperate, healthy lust.
    “Stop looking at me like that,” she said, her breath coming faster.
    “I can’t help it. You’re a beautiful woman.”
    “I’m the woman who tormented your queen.”
    “Everyone makes mistakes. But I don’t really care one way or the other. I’d just like to make you come.”
    “Wh-what?”
    He might have laughed at how wide her eyes grew, if she hadn’t simultaneously dropped an unconscious hand down to hover over her mound. She was hot, all right, hot and primed for him. He would bet his annual pension that if he slid his hand down the front of her shorts her pussy would be wet.
    “I said I’d like to make you come,” he repeated, holding her gaze until the tension lingering in the air between them was palpable.
    “I didn’t do those things she said I did,” she said. “I don’t expect you to believe me. No one believes me, but it’s the truth. That’s how I ended up working here.”
    “You made a choice to do this work.” Not the conversation he had assumed they would be having, but he wasn’t the type to support playing the victim. “No one put a gun to your head.”
    She rolled her eyes. “Try finding decent employment when the queen says you used to beat her and lock her in the basement.”
    “You’re saying you didn’t?”
    “No! Of course not.”
    “Why would she lie?”
    “I don’t know.” Eleanor’s arms flapped up and down at her sides. “Because she hated that her father and I were happy? Because she hated me for living after her father died? She’s a teenager and she hated me for everything and nothing at all. I thought it was fairly typical stuff. I had no idea she would take things as far as she did.”
    Frank didn’t know what to say. She looked so forlorn, so hopeless. Hers wasn’t the face of an accomplished liar; it was the face of a woman who had told the truth and had it fail her. And now she was getting by on small deceptions, like pretending she was a Domme when she was the furthest thing from it.
    Or pretending she wasn’t aching for someone to hold her.
    Frank fought to keep from going to her and giving her the arms she needed. No matter how much he wanted to be there for this stranger, he had a prior commitment to the woman she claimed had wronged her.
    Eleanor read his decision on his face and made an attempt at a smile. “It’s fine, I didn’t expect you to give me a chance. But will you please leave? And take your friends with you. I can take care of myself. I’ve been doing it for a long time.”
    She sat down on the red couch in the center of the room, deflated.
    “Eleanor—”
    “Please, just go.” She dropped her head into her hands. Her long, honey-brown hair spilled over her shoulders, all the way to the floor, looking as soft as it felt.
    Frank’s cock began to throb as he remembered the satin of her hair against his chest. He wanted to hold her again more than he wanted to take his next breath. Even more, he wanted to watch her hair swirl around her shoulders as she rode his cock, wanted to see her skin flush with pleasure and hear her moan as her pussy gripped him tight. He wanted to fist his hand in her silky mane and bring her close for a kiss, then get to work showing her how swiftly he could make her come again.
    “I believe you.” The words were out of his mouth before he made a conscious decision to speak them.
    Did he believe her? Maybe, maybe not.
    But he needed to get her to accept his help and wanted her too much to leave her alone with a madman on the way, no matter what she thought she could handle.
    “You do?” She lifted a shocked face to his, a single tear sliding down her