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

the sensations, and…well, let’s say I have a few more kinks than you do, but at the moment I’m more worried about how pale you are. Talk to me, Trudy.”
    She couldn’t take her eyes off the screen. Off all the comments from women who were interested in getting to know him. Off all the evidence of his vast experience. He wasn’t lying. He’d joined before she did. And his list of interests was…varied. “You should have told me who you were online.”
    He sighed. “And you would have blocked me.”
    “Probably.” But she wasn’t sure. She couldn’t deny there was a part of her that was fascinated by this side of him. This offer was no whim. No coincidence. He knew her. Everything she’d shared online. Things she’d never shared with anyone about her years before California.
    He was her first experience with the forbidden. Her reaction to him was what had led her to seek out the club, the community, in the first place. It was a reaction that had never been duplicated. She found pleasure in the experiences, but it wasn’t the same.
    And now knew it all. The side of her she kept separate—even from most of her ordinary relationships—and he liked it.
    She knew she could get up and walk away now and he wouldn’t hold it against her. No one would. She could claim keeping tabs on her was a line he shouldn’t have crossed and be perfectly justified.
    The grip of his big hand as he held her wrists behind her back, his fingers tight on her hair, pinching her ass...she wanted more. She wanted him. She always had. How could she leave without knowing what it was like to be taken by him?
    She couldn’t. She wouldn’t.
    Trudy took a steadying breath and glanced at his list again before closing the laptop. “I don’t see anything here that I have a problem with. Do you have any questions for me?”
    He tensed, the hand on her thigh tightening for a moment. “Yes. Have you done this before?”
    She knew what he was referring to and shook her head, then shrugged. “I’ve had scenes at the club, as you know, but nothing that went beyond an evening.”
    “Has sex ever entered into the negotiations?”
    Her heart started racing. “ No. No, that never…no. I usually only play with friends. Kink and sex have always been separate for me. I’ve never dated anyone who wanted more. Who expected it.”
    John lowered his voice. “I’ll expect it, Trudy. Often. Whenever and wherever I choose. This is no normal situation. No scene you can prepare for ahead of time and forget about the next day. From you, I’ll expect everything.”
    She allowed herself a weak smile. “I had a feeling.”
    “Do you agree?”
    Oh God yes . “Yes. I do.”
    John leaned back in his chair and placed his hands flat on his muscular thighs. “Come over here and stand in front of me.”
    The tone of his voice…it was starting. Trudy set down her glass and stood on shaky legs, moving until she was directly in front of him. This startling sense of vulnerability left her weak. Luckily her sass was still intact. “Yes sir, Big Bad.”
    John’s smile was pure wicked intent. “I like it when you say it, Trouble. I’d like to hear you scream it when I’m spanking you. Or when my cock is buried balls deep in your ass.”
    Oh fuck. Her knees were in danger of buckling. His smile grew. “Don’t worry, we’ll work up to that. For the moment, I need you to take off your clothes.”
    She swallowed. “All of them?”
    “Every scrap.”
    She toed off her sandals and unbuttoned her jeans. Her hands were shaking, but she managed to push them off and tug off her T-shirt in short order.
    “Pretty bra,” he murmured. “I want to see how it looks on the ground. Panties too.”
    She hesitated and he sat up straight and gripped her hips in his hands. “Are you saying no, Trudy? Or are you that impatient for a spanking?”
    She heard the steady drone of the cicadas and looked over her shoulder into the darkness. John chuckled. “No one comes within