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this performance would go off
without a hitch. Although she spent time with Caitlyn at the club and harbored
submissive tendencies, she had never had a BDSM experience before and didn’t
know the general rules on how Dominants dealt with submissives.
    Eve pressed a shaky hand to her abdomen as her
nerves played up and took another long swallow of wine. It wasn’t lack of
confidence in her performance that concerned her. She could bluff with the best
of them. Though bluffing against a man as experienced at sniffing out lies as
Donavan wouldn’t be an easy feat.
    If it did work, however, maybe he would finally
stop trying to dominate her at every corner. That alone would be well worth the
money she’d forked out for the costume.
    “Red hair suits you, Mistress.”
    Eve’s lashes fluttered. Warm, sinful breath
teased her ear. The voice was low and rich and unmistakably Donavan’s. As was
the hot groin pressed firmly to her ass and wedging her up against the bar
rail. She took a shaky breath. Even though the thick fabric of her gown she
could feel his rigid cock throbbing in almost the exact rhythm of her thudding
heart. Heaven help her, he was already rock-hard.
    Trying to ignore his obvious state of arousal,
Eve slowly turned within the entrapment of his muscular arms. A striking silver
phantom mask concealed half his features. Even so, she could see his gray eyes
clearly. Soulful. Calm. Commanding. Damn, he was a handsome sight.
    Swallowing back her sudden arousal, she lifted
her chin and summoned the best haughty Mistress voice she could manage. “If you
sneak up on me like that again, Carver, you may not appreciate the results.”
    His sensual smile came quick and easy and Eve couldn’t
help warm to it.
    “I’ll make a note of that, counselor.”
    “Good,” she replied in a clipped tone, though her
blood was heating from his nearness. Why did he have to look so debonair in his
crisp, white dress shirt and dark slacks? Couldn’t he have come dressed as a
masked bandit like the rest of them? She’d never been a fan of those thin
little mustaches.
    “I see you’ve already started in on the merlot
without me,” Donavan commented. “You’re not nervous, are you?”
    “Not at all,” she lied, maybe a little too
quickly to be convincing. “You’re late. I was beginning to think you were
backing out.”
    He cocked his head and raked her with a gaze so
thorough shivers bolted down her spine. Then he stepped closer. His mouth
hovered within an inch of hers. “Did you honestly think I’d pass up the
opportunity to finally bury my cock between those long, beautiful legs?”
    With the promise of his words, Eve’s pussy
clenched hard and violently. She bit the inside of her cheek to stop from
moaning. If he discovered how wet his dirty talk made her, the jig would be up.
So she battled through the unrelenting flames licking and swirling between her
thighs and met his gaze straight on.
    “Have you already forgotten the terms of our
agreement?” she whispered back in a snooty voice. “The only way you’ll be
burying your cock anywhere is if I command it and don’t hold your breath on
that happening. Maybe I’ll chain you up the entire weekend. Or maybe…” she
leaned forward and lightly brushed his ear with her mouth, “…just maybe instead
of you peeling me grapes all weekend, I’ll chain you up and torment you with my
mouth and my hands. Then just when you’re about to come, I’ll stop as
punishment for your arrogant assumptions. What do you think of that?”
    “I think,” he murmured in a rough tone, “you’ll
need some very, very strong chains.”
    Quicker than she could react, Donavan’s arm
snaked around her waist and he jerked her against him. His rigid cock prodded
hard against her lower abdomen. A few inches lower and his shaft would be at
the apex of her legs and a single thrust away from grinding her swollen clit
through her dress.
    A burst of excitement rippled all the way to