The Dom of My Dreams: A BDSM Novel Read Online Free

nothing wrong with you.”
    I sighed.   Did I have to spell everything out to him?   “I’m too plain.”
    “Plain?   You’re not plain,” so said the tall and dark hunkster who had every female at the office shaking her head in disbelief, murmuring, “What a waste.”
    “Well, I’m too plain for the likes of him,” I countered.
    His brown eyes gave me a quick once-over.   “Well, you could use some polishing up.   You wore that blouse and skirt because you had to meet Seton today, but you usually wear the drabbest clothes I’ve ever seen.   You’re twenty-nine years old, but you might as well be sixty with the way you carry yourself.   But you know you’re gorgeous, hon.   With that hourglass figure and those pretty amber eyes, any guy would fall madly in love with you.   Too bad you’ve never let a man be with you long enough to get to know the real you.”
    I peered at him, brows furrowed.   “What’s that supposed to mean?”
    Jeremy gave me a rueful smile and leaned over to brush a brotherly kiss across my forehead.   “Sweetie, you know exactly what I mean.”
     
    At home, I took a nice, long bath and then curled up on the couch with a copy of Married , Seton’s third and most successful novel to date.   The book is about a woman who only sleeps with married men.   She tells the men that she’s only attracted to their unavailability—their marital status gives them no right to demand love, fidelity or loyalty from her.   In the grand tradition of wanting the unobtainable, the men fall in love with her and long for all of the things that she denies them.   They even threaten to leave their wives.   Some of them actually abandon their families just so they could somehow win the heart of this shallow, cold-hearted woman who uses them and plays mind games with them.  
    The ending is one of the most disturbing ones I’ve ever read.   Seton has a unique way of starting his novels one way and then taking them in unexpected directions.   Married is one of the cleverest psychological-slash-erotic thrillers ever written.   Seton received various literary awards for that novel, turning him into a big name in the grand tradition of John Grisham and Stephen King, only cleverer and far more gifted than the aforementioned authors.   At the young age of thirty-five, Seton had become a household name in the literary world.   Getting my hands on his next novel would be like winning the multi-million dollar lottery.   He had to sign with Bookends.   There was no question about it.
    I looked at the back cover photo of Married and David J. Seton gazed back at me.   He looked exactly the same as he did at the café, only not as formally dressed.   He had the same dark hair and dreamy eyes.   He also wore the same amused expression on his handsome face and the knowing, ironic smile I was beginning to loathe.   I couldn’t deny that he was the most interesting man I had ever met.   And I was intrigued by his proposal, very intrigued indeed.   I hadn’t allowed myself the pleasure of admitting to myself that his proposal was the very thing I had dreamed about.   His dominant nature was something I had wanted in a man, a fantasy I’d tried to fulfill with Mitch, my current lover.   “Tried to fulfill” being the operative phrase.  
    Another favorite fantasy of mine involved fucking in front of a large crowd.   I had always suspected that there was an exhibitionistic streak in me, one that lay dormant in the depths of my innermost desires, waiting eagerly for a delicious awakening to occur.   But I was content with just fantasizing about it.   Fantasies were sometimes better than the real thing anyway.   They tended to be less disappointing.
    If only Seton would fulfill at least one of those fantasies…  
    Speaking of which, I wondered what he had in mind for tonight’s private meeting.
    Then I remembered the black shopping bag.   I couldn’t believe I still hadn’t seen what