a handful and hips like fucking Jessica Rabbit. She wore a black corset and thong, her dark hair brushing the tops of her breasts. He would bet her hair wasn’t naturally so dark, but it looked good on her and contrasted with crystal blue eyes. And she wasn’t playing innocent like the other subs. No, she boldly looked around the lounge, her eyes searching for something.
Sub? She was likely a Domme with that stare, and for the first time in his life he considered bottoming if it meant getting into that woman’s thong.
“I wouldn’t, Tag. Her name is Charlotte Dennis, but she’s got ties to the Denisovitch syndicate. I think she might be a daughter,” Rene warned. “I let her in so I could watch her. There are several rumors about her I find troubling.”
“Not my problem.” Leonov was his problem, and he wasn’t getting close to the man. The O’Donnell brothers were. Denisovitch had nothing to do with his op, so the man’s daughter was absolutely in play.
Charlotte. The name played around in his head even as he felt the subs shifting on his lap.
Charlotte didn’t suit her. No. That was a Charlie right there. If she was his, he would call her Charlie, a pet name between the two of them. He would tug on all that hair and call her his pet and she would sit at his feet, proof that he was the Dom of Doms because that was the single hottest women he’d ever laid eyes on.
Not that she would be his for anything but a night. Or two. Maybe three. Or one. That would be far smarter. A one-night stand, but he would take all night with that particular woman.
She looked around and suddenly settled on a target. Those clear blue eyes found his and flared. He could practically feel her will, and it was all focused on him.
Fuck yeah.
Except he had a problem. He’d invited these two, and now he’d definitely changed his mind. He didn’t want a third. No. He wouldn’t invite her to join them. He wanted that one all to himself.
Charlie strode over, bold as brass. “Bridgette, Giselle, I’m afraid you’ve been misled. I’m sure the Master didn’t mean to disappoint you, but there it is. That man is mine tonight. I suggest you remove yourself or we’ll have a talk.”
Just like that, they fled like a couple of gazelles. His lap was suddenly empty, but he had prospects. Charlotte Dennis stared at him with bold eyes, and he felt his interest rise. He wasn’t going to be bored tonight. No way. No how.
It looked like this lion had found his mate.
For the night at least…
Part Two
Ian felt his cock harden as Charlie sat on his lap. He didn’t miss the way the two dismissed subs had sent glares her way, but that would be her problem and not his. His only problem would be how to get inside her as quickly as he could. “I don’t usually let subs take control so early in the game. I don’t usually let subs take control at all.”
She draped an arm around his shoulder, but there was something stiff about the way she held herself. She wasn’t as comfortable as she wanted him to believe. “I didn’t know we were playing a game, Master Ian.”
“It’s always a game, Charlie, and you look like you’ve played a time or two.”
Rene sighed and stood up. The Frenchman stared down at him. “There is no way I can talk you out of this?”
Not a chance in hell. “I think I can handle her.”
Charlie’s mouth had become a flat, stubborn line, and she watched as Rene strode back toward the bar. “Why would he talk you out of taking a sub for the night? I thought that’s what you were here to do. And Charlie? My name is Charlotte. Charlotte Dennis.”
He needed to start setting some clear boundaries. If she was going to bottom for him…tonight…she needed to understand what he required. “You’re Charlie to me, and I would like to know why you came in and decided to send two subs away, leaving me with only you.”
Not that he didn’t want her. God, since the minute she’d shown up, he’d known damn well he would have her no matter the consequences.
She was quiet for a moment and then she bit that full-as-fuck bottom lip. “I’ve watched you for a couple of days. I stayed in the shadows. You made me want to come into the