McKenzie, Cooper - Taming Blaze [Club Esoteria 8] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free PDF Page B

the Doms she scened with were gone by this point, off to the bar for a stiff drink or to find another submissive to conquer. To be asked her desire was new. No one had ever asked her what she wanted, or if they did, they never waited around long enough to hear her answer.
    This was another of the reasons she learned to set her goals and then never ever let anyone get in her way from reaching them. From getting her best friend Jillian to come to the club on her birthday instead of sitting home alone and sulking, to talking an abusive father into giving up custody of his children, Blaze always, always, always got what she wanted.
    So what did she want now?
    Instantly she knew, but also realized he would never agree to it. After all, Master Z was the Dom, the boss, the one making all the decisions.
    “I’d love to do it all over again, but I’m not sure I’d survive,” she finally said. “I guess I need to go back to the uncollared subs area and hang out until my ride gets here.”
    When he remained silent, a shiver of fear crawled up her spine. Did he have something different in mind? Was the rope play and orgasm only the beginning, and now he would tie her to the St. Andrew’s cross and beat her bloody?
    Or would he release her without another word?
    “There is a third option,” he said, his voice low and as gentle as the hand that remained on her hip. “We could get something to eat from the buffet and talk.”
    Before Blaze could answer, Taurus approached and stood over them. “Excuse me, Master Z, but Blaze’s ride is here.”
    Before she could answer, Master Z said, “Please tell her driver she won’t be needing a ride tonight.”
    Blaze stiffened and pulled back to look at him as Taurus walked away. “But I do need a ride home. Why did you do that?”
    “I’m taking you home tonight, kitten.”
    His expression was that of Dom in action, set and serious enough that she wondered for a split second the wisdom of crossing him.
    “No. You can’t. I…I…You just can’t.” She tried to pull back from his hold and climb from the couch, but between the blanket wrapped around her and tucked in and his arms holding her still, she found herself trapped.
    “Why not?” he asked, a frown of concern crossing his face as he easily held her still and kept her from falling to the floor
    “Because I scene at the club, not at my house.”
    Giving up the fight, she crossed her arms under her breasts and tilted her head a bit to the left. Lifting one eyebrow in a look that in the past had frightened seasoned police officers twice her size into backing down, she tried her best to intimidate Master Z into releasing her.
    Without a word, he met her gaze squarely, his own face expressionless. He did not look the least bit affected by her back down or else expression.
    “I am taking you home, kitten. I won’t come inside unless you invite me to, but I will to make sure you get home safely tonight. But if you try to top from the bottom again, especially when it comes to your health or safety, a discipline session of sensual torture without release will be in your future.”
    “You wouldn’t,” she sputtered.
    The hand wrapped around her back slid up to the back of her neck. He held her head securely and brought her face up to within an inch of his own.
    “Try me,” he said before closing the distance and kissing her.

Chapter 5

    “It’s the third driveway on the left,” Blaze said, just over an hour later as he turned onto her street.
    Since he had sent away the ride she had arranged for before arriving at the club, she had grown quiet. Too quiet. She’d answered his questions, but using only one- or two-word answers and without volunteering anything further about herself. It was as if she was afraid.
    As he eased down the road to her driveway, he automatically scanned the neighborhood, the protective firefighter instincts kicking in. While it was not the best neighborhood in town, he saw that there was a