Unfettered Read Online Free

club. It bothered him to see Ronnie sitting at the bar instead of moving through the crowd.
    “Excuse me,” he said to Christy, the one female they had in the class who was there to train as a Domme.
    Kalina, the club submissive who was acting as bartender for them, saw him coming and smiled. “Ian, may I get you a drink?”
    “Thank you, Kalina, but no.”
    She lowered her eyes and stepped away, and he leaned against the bar next to Ronnie. She turned in her seat, and their eyes met.
    Christ, she still had those big dark eyes he’d loved years ago. “Hello, again,” he said.
    “Hey,” she said. “Long time, no see.”
    They looked at one another, and the years fell away. She wasn’t someone he used to know anymore. She was Ronnie. The same girl next door he’d looked out for. The same one who’d sat at his side after his grandmother passed, and tempted him beyond reason until he’d kissed her. He’d been eighteen at the time and had no business kissing a fifteen-year-old.
    “A three-year age difference won’t stop me now,” he said before his brain caught up with his mouth.
    Those eyes widened again as she flushed a pretty pink and her lips parted on a gasp.
    Ian smiled. When he’d first thought of Ronnie in the club, he’d worried he wouldn’t be able to get into the right mindset to train her, but that wasn’t the case at all. He’d watched from the wraparound viewing lane above the club’s main floor as Adam met each person individually and gave them his card. He hadn’t recognized Ronnie when she’d first come in, but when she’d walked over to the bar, he’d known that stride. That confident walk hadn’t changed.
    She hadn’t grown much, either. Still a tiny thing, she wore tight blue jeans, and a black tank top that showed off a strong, tight body. He didn’t know what he’d expected her to look like, but she surprised him. Her dark caramel-colored hair, so silky his fingers tingled with the need to tangle in the strands, was cut in a way that was both simple, and sassy. Not only did the simple clothes and hairstyle show off her body and skin, they showed off the colorful tattoos covering her right arm and shoulder.
    He’d been surprised, and at the same time, he knew he shouldn’t be. As he looked at her now, heat started to build within him—a need to get deep inside her mind, seek out what made her juices flow, and then give her the freedom to wallow in her own desires. Anticipation began to build in his gut.
    “It’s been too long, Ronnie. I’m glad you found Overwatch.”
    In less than a second, the tough chick he remembered appeared again. A slim brow arched high, and Ronnie crossed her arms over her chest. “It’s your fault it’s been so long.”
    “Yes, it’s my fault.” He nodded. “After my grandmother passed, there didn’t seem to be a reason to stick around.”
    “Or a reason to say good-bye?”
    Some might not have seen the hurt in her eyes, but Ian was a good Dom. He saw it, and it was like a punch to the gut. “You’re right, I should’ve said good-bye before I left. Especially to you, since I know you’d have understood how I was feeling.”
    Her arms relaxed, and her eyes cleared. “You’re right. I would’ve understood.”
    Feeling like he’d shed a monkey from his back he hadn’t even known was there, Ian opened his arms. Ronnie grinned, hopped off the stool and into his hug. And, fuck, if that didn’t feel good.
    “Hey, what’s this?” Simon stopped next to them. “There’s no touching allowed at the first session, Ian. Hands off.”
    Ronnie immediately pulled back and, strangely reluctant, Ian let her go.
    “Sorry, Sir,” Ronnie said, facing Simon.
    “No apology needed from you, lil’bit,” Simon said with a smile. “It’s Ian here who should know better.”
    Ian gave Simon a look that said he knew exactly what the other man was up to. “Simon, meet Ronnie Mack, an old friend of mine. Ronnie, this is Simon Sharp, one of your