Enraptured by Shoshanna Evers Page A

me.”
    “Are you uncomfortable?”
    “No, ma’am.” She sobered.
    “I want you to sit up,” Lauren said.
    Jessica frowned. How was she to sit up when she was flat on her back with Lauren straddling her?
    “Sit up,” Lauren repeated. “Look at your flat tummy. Surely you’ve done sit-ups before, right?”
    Okay. Now she got it. Jessica raised her torso until she was sitting, her nose merely a centimeter from Lauren’s. So close they could kiss.
    Kissing was definitely on her list of things she liked. Jessica imagined a scoreboard in her mind, where she listed things she enjoyed during BDSM play and things she didn’t. So far, a little bit of spanking was on the Good list. Being called names was on the Bad list. Getting stripped by a gorgeous billionaire was on the Good list. And so was kissing a beautiful woman—as long as it didn’t go too far. But what was too far? Even she didn’t know yet.
    “May I kiss you?” Lauren asked, her breath warm on her face.
    “Yes, Mistress.” She liked kissing, and Lauren’s red lips looked rather inviting. She’d certainly much rather be kissed than called a whore.
    “You’re frowning, beautiful,” Lauren said, caressing her hair. “What’s wrong?”
    “I—nothing.”
    “You know you can tell me anything,” Lauren said. “Right?”
    “Okay. Well, um . . . I didn’t like it when you called me a little whore before.”
    Jessica waited for Lauren to laugh it off, but instead she nodded. “I’m sorry, sweetie. Some people like being spoken to harshly, and some people don’t. Now I know you’re in the latter category.” She leaned in and brushed her lips against Jessica’s, and a shiver of desire ran down her spine. “From now on I’ll only whisper sweet nothings in your ear.”
    Lauren nibbled Jessica’s earlobe, and Jessica moaned with pleasure. Telling Lauren how she felt hadn’t been hard at all, and now she felt so much better, knowing that Lauren had only been trying to turn her on instead of insult her.
    “Thank you, Mistress.”

    R oman watched the two women kiss, his cock at half-mast. Yeah, it was hot. But it wouldn’t be really hot until Lauren actually did something to the innocent girl. He wanted to see Jessica flogged. Would she like it? Would she get wet?
    He sat back and waited. It was their scene, so it wouldn’t be appropriate to cut in or make a suggestion. Fuck.
    Stripping Jessica had been so erotic, so sweet and sexy. The way she looked up at him, with her arms above her head . . . it was easy to imaging her submitting to him that way, in bed perhaps.
    Why did he essentially give her to Lauren and Marc when he should have kept her for himself?
    He’d trained so many girls before, and never let his emotions get the best of him—before Elisabeth, anyway. He could do it again. Having a beautiful slave sitting at his feet would be the perfect antidote to the downward spiral he’d gotten himself into.
    Yes, he wanted to keep Jessica. And he wanted to keep his emotions—and his heart—out of it. It was possible, as long as he didn’t let himself fall for her. If he was the one training Jessica, he wouldn’t be kissing her. That would be a bad idea, considering how attracted to her he felt. He’d have to be even stricter than usual—a tall order, considering he already required complete submission from the women he trained.
    He didn’t want to stay on the roller coaster of training one woman after another, each eventually leaving to find another Dom when he was through with them. Why couldn’t he have a permanent submissive? A collared slave. His forever.
    There would be no need for love to get in the way. Love was too dangerous, more dangerous than any whiplash. But if he could convince a girl such as Jessica to live with him as his slave without expecting it to turn into something else, then he could be content. Happy, even.
    Roman hadn’t been truly happy in way too long.
    “Roman,” Lauren said, mid-kiss.