Big Bad John (Bigger in Texas Series) by R.G. Alexander Page A

planned.
    He’d already affected her more than anyone in the club or anyone she’d dated ever had. One touch, one suggestion or command from him sent her almost instantly into that subspace she’d always heard her girlfriends talk about. She couldn’t imagine what would happen to her when he did more. What she would let him do.
    The patio door slid open and John came through to join her, his large frame invading the space and taking her breath away. He had a slender laptop under one arm and a longneck bottle of beer in his hand. He caught her staring and smiled. “Dinner’s put away and dessert is chilling in the fridge. How’s your wine?”
    She looked down at it absently, lifting it to take another sip. “Good.” She could still taste the salt of him on her tongue. But the wine was relaxing her tight muscles. “Thank you for this.”
    He sat in one of the wide patio chairs, set the laptop down on the table and opened his beer. The same type of bottle she’d…
    Trudy shifted in her seat as he leaned his head back, tilted the bottle and took a long drink. Why was that sexy? The way his throat moved. The way he licked his lips, savoring the taste. Drinking wasn’t sexy.
    He was. Everything about him. The way he moved, both carefully and gracefully for such a big man. The way he watched her every reaction. Hell, the way he breathed seemed sexy right now.
    “Trudy, now that I’ve fed you and shown you around, I think it’s time we had our talk.”
    The talk. The terms of their time together. Right. She could do this. She was friends with the queen of this type of negotiation. “So I need to know what to expect, and you need to know what I like.”
    John looked uncomfortable. “Yep.”
    Her gaze narrowed. She hoped he didn’t play poker. “What? Don’t go quiet on me now. Not when you’ve talked more this visit than you have in all the time I’ve known you. These kinds of things require full disclosure and honesty. Is there something you need to tell me?”
    He took another swig of his beer then leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “I know what you like.”
    Trudy could feel her cheeks heat. “You have good instincts, that’s for sure. But I mean—”
    “The kink,” he interrupted. “Your knowledge of rope bondage and safety precautions that you learned from the people who bound you for demonstrations. I know that you’re a lighter player than most of your friends, but you enjoy watching the rougher scenes and helping with aftercare. I know you love being spanked and paddled. Being restrained, though you’ve never let go entirely for anyone. You’ve always wanted to experience exhibitionism and role-play, but you haven’t found the right partner.”
    She sat up straight, nearly spilling her wine. “You talked to Caroline.”
    John shook his head. “I read your profile online.” He reached for the laptop, opened it and turned it toward her. It was already open to a site that looked so familiar her stomach dropped. “I’m Badlands38. You can check mine. I signed up several years before you did, though I admit I did peruse the Los Angeles chapter’s comments more than I should have out of curiosity. When I found you… Well, I should have told you. But there you go.”
    “Holy shit.” He was… She knew that name. Knew his avatar—an image of a pair of scuffed up boots with rope in a pile beside them. She’d seen him on her page. She thought about the pictures she had on there. Her posts. “Oh God.”
    John dragged his chair closer and placed a hand on her thigh, stopping her from rising. “This is my profile. I want you to look at it. Like you, I’m not as heavily involved, but I’ve always kept one foot in the door. I’m less active now because I can’t get to the club in Dallas that often and going to one out of state doesn’t interest me. I enjoy restraining women with ropes and handcuffs, among other things. Spanking, though I prefer bare hand to paddle so I can better control