His Forbidden Submissive by Brandi Evans

it couldn’t be that big of a deal, right? She knew Brock better than she’d ever known any other man. Bonding over a life-threatening disease tended to do that.
    “Okay, fine,” she said. “I’ll go with you but only under one condition.”
    “And what’s that?”
    “You have to make me come again.”
    He grinned. “I’d already planned to do that.”
    “Then what are you waiting for?”
    “Absolutely nothing.” His hips slammed forward without mercy, forcing her onto another erotic joyride, pounding into her until they both tumbled off ecstasy’s cliff and into a free fall.
    * * * * *
     
    Brock pulled open the black gilded door of the BDSM-themed restaurant he co-owned and prepared for the worst—yet prayed for the best.
    Unlike the main club a floor up, Ravenous was just for show. A place where those who didn’t practice the lifestyle could enjoy a scrumptious meal while engaging in their curious side. They’d get a little taste of the BDSM lifestyle, but not too much, which was precisely why Brock had decided to bring Viv here for the big reveal.
    Here, he could get a feel for her thoughts on the subject before dropping the big bombshell smack on her head. Oh, he already had some inklings as to what to expect with her. Although she might not even realize it, their earlier sex had had a nice element of BDSM in it. And she’d responded beautifully. She’d obeyed with very little reminding, and her orgasm…
    God, thinking about it too much would likely give him another hard-on.
    But simply obeying him and getting off in the process was a long cry from embracing the lifestyle. What would she think when she got upstairs, out of the mildly themed restaurant and into Restrained Fantasies, where the real fun was?
    Restrained Fantasies was the real deal, a private club for likeminded people who wanted a safe, erotic environment to indulge in their salty sides. Would Viv flee when she witnessed the scenes being played out one floor higher? Or would she beg him to show her what it felt like to put herself wholly and completely in his control?
    Intrigue lit Viv’s eyes. “Where are we?”
    “Ravenous.” He treaded carefully. “It’s a little kickass restaurant with a…well, let’s call it a debaucherous side to it.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “You’ll see, sweet. You’ll see.”
    He escorted her to the hostess stand. A leather-clad bombshell decked out in full dominatrix fashion smiled seductively at them, just the way she’d been instructed to do when patrons entered. Like most of the restaurant employees, she acted like someone in the lifestyle, but she wasn’t.
    “Good evening, Master Brock.”
    Viv stiffened at his side, no doubt in reference to the “master” comment.
    The hostess continued. “Would you like your—”
    “Yes, Brin,” he said quickly, knowing where her question was going as she always asked him the same thing on his arrival. Would you like your usual table?
    He and his business partner, Stephen, had a reserved seat, just like they did in the club. And speaking of Stephen, was he here? The man was practically a permanent fixture around this place except, of course, when he was at the hospital saving lives.
    Like when he’d saved Viv’s life.
    “Is Ste—” He stopped the name short. He wanted to see Viv’s face when she realized her oncologist co-owned a BDSM restaurant and club. “Is the table empty?”
    “Yes Sir.” She gathered a menu for Viv as she spoke—he no longer needed one. “Would you like to start your meal with your usual drink?”
    “Yes.” Shit. When he’d concocted his plan to bring her here, he hadn’t thought about the fact his own employees might give him away prematurely. He turned to Viv. “What would you like to drink, sweetheart? Coffee spiced with a little Bailey’s Irish Cream?”
    She nodded, a smile playing with her lips. What? Was she surprised he remembered her fondness for coffee, spiked coffee at that?
    “Very good. I’ll