The Dom's Invitation (excerpt)

Working Title: The Dom's Invitation Release Date: 2020

EXCERPT ... (UNEDITED)

TANNER

Sienna was embarrassed. That much was discernible. But if I wasn’t mistaken, she may also be a little angry. I curbed my laugh, sure that was the source of her anger. “Do you have any other questions?” I asked, raising my brow. Sienna’s eyes skittered away from mine, but they didn’t linger on any one item in particular. They just skimmed the entire contents of my dungeon. I was sure she would have had a hell of a lot more questions, but when she regained eye contact, she shook her head.

“No,” she answered quietly.

“If you change your mind at any point, I’ll be happy to answer.” She just nodded briefly. With a sigh, I braced my hands on the arms of the chair knowing I wasn’t going to get any more curious questions from her, and lifted myself away from the seat. “I’ll walk you home. We’ll sort out the swings first, then I can leave you to get ready for our second date.” Sienna cracked a small smile, but remained silent. Her silence troubled me. It wasn’t healthy to bottle things up. The very first thing we’ll be discussing at dinner is the importance of open communication, I frowned.

Sienna opened the gate after we walked up her driveway, and it took an inordinate amount of time to bend the steel tent pegs.

“I thought you could bend anything to your will,” Sienna quipped humorously with her arms folded across her chest. Next thing on the agenda will be what happens when she lets her mouth run away from her, I grumbled internally.

“Normally,” I paused intentionally, “I don’t have any problems bending anything … or anyone,” I emphasized, flicking a stern look up at her smirking face that she didn’t heed.

“Uh-huh,” she chuckled while I struggled to get the last tent peg done.

“Do you recall a piece of furniture in the middle of my … playroom, Sienna?” I asked, then kept talking without giving her any time to answer. “The long, wooden thing with blue leather padded on the long top, and on both of the long, lower sides?” When I flicked another look up, the smirk had dropped away from her face. It was replaced with a thoughtful look and my lips curled at the corners knowing she was revisiting the room and the many things she saw in there. “It’s called a spanking bench,” I idly informed her, almost grinning when I knew the exact moment when her mind focused on the piece I was referring to. “Bad subs … girlfriends,” I amended quickly, “are strapped to that to curb their wayward mouths.”

“Oh?” she questioned, raising her brow, and I didn’t quite know if it was because I’d referred to her as being my girlfriend, or from what I do to those who let their mouths run away from them. “So, now I’m your girlfriend?”

“Isn’t that he term you’d use to reference someone you’re interested in, and whom you are dating?”

“We’ve only been on one date,” she pointed out. I narrowed my eyes.

“As we are on such an … intimate basis with one another,” I pointed out with a stare, “I will refer to you as my girlfriend.” Then, another thought occurred to me. “Exclusively,” I added sternly, just so she knew exactly what I meant.

“Exclusively?” she questioned with a raised brow. “So, that goes both ways, then?” Her brow rose even higher, like a challenge. After securing the final peg, I straightened up to my full height, giving her my undivided attention.

“Of course,” I confirmed after thinking about it for a minute. If I want her to be exclusive, I have to be prepared to offer her the same. Sienna looked shocked that I’d agreed. With a glance down at my watch, I knew time was running away. “I have some things I need to take care of, so I best be going.” I picked up the remaining tent pegs, and the brick hammer, and made my way to the gate. “I’ll pick you up at six,” I reminded her, then walked away, formulating a plan to get her to Club Obsidian.

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