Submissive Beauty by Eliza Gayle Page A

didn’t think she could do this right now. Sitting here naked, with David watching every move they made, was now beyond humiliating.
    “If you didn’t want me for yourself, you shouldn’t have brought me here…toyed with me like this.”
    His free hand gently wiped the tears from her cheeks. “Why would you think I don’t want you?”
    She saw the change in his expression the moment realization dawned.
    “You think I brought you here just for David?” His voice seemed filled with disbelief, but she couldn’t let that sway her. He had cleverly lured her into a sense of safety and compliance to hand her over to someone else.
    “Please let go of me so I can cover myself and leave.” She didn’t know what else to do but salvage what was left of her pride, and the only way she could do that was to get the hell out of here—fast.
    “You’re in no condition to go home, Gabrielle. You’re upset, and we need to clear the air.”
    “Please listen to what Thomas has to say. I think you’ve misunderstood his intentions.”
    Thomas shot David a quelling look, and he threw up his hands in mock surrender. After a few seconds of tension fueled silence, David and the caterer retreated from the room.
    “I’m leaving.” She despised the disrespect that now filled her voice, but anger fueled by humiliation had taken over.
    “No, you’re not. At least, not until I’ve said what needs to be said. Then we shall see.” He let go of her face, and while she rubbed at her jaw, he hauled her from the chair and up against his body, her breasts squished against his chest.
    “This was a bad idea. I knew I shouldn’t have come.” Tears burned behind her eyes. Whether he liked it or not, she was going home before she embarrassed herself further by crying.
    “There is something you need to understand about me. I’m fervent in my commitment to training. If I tell you something, I mean it. There won’t be hidden meanings or misdirection. So when I said that I wanted you, I meant it, probably more than you knew at the time.” He jerked her hand between them and placed it over his hard erection.
    Holy hell, he was big.
    “That’s what seeing you like this does to me. Your perfectly lush body is just to my liking, and I’ve thought of little else tonight except about when I could reasonably get inside you. I want to feel the heat and wetness of your pussy tightening around me, hear the breathless pants from your mouth. I want to fuck you mindless.”
    Gabby felt a fresh wave of desire unfurl inside her at his words. The picture he painted in her mind became crystal clear. His words made her wet. The betrayal of her body pushed at her mind to give him whatever the hell he wanted.
    She whimpered.
    “I-I—”
    Thomas cut off her protest with a kiss she felt clear to her knees, weakening her stance. She buckled against him. His arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her in his direction until the table was directly behind her. He pushed her backward until her naked bottom hit the edge. Gabby struggled to breathe while Thomas consumed her. Her breasts ached for his touch. A fierce grip of need clenched in her belly and clit. He’d barely touched her, and already, the need to come consumed her.
    With ease, he lifted her and plopped her on top of the dining table, away from the place settings. She desperately wanted to let go and give him control. Wasn’t that exactly what she’d come for? Gabby wrenched her mouth free and gulped for much-needed air to clear her head. His kisses were so seductive, burning her from the inside out, she felt like an addict over them already.
    “What are you—”
    “What I should have done earlier. Taking what I want, and giving you what you need.”
    Mesmerized by every move he made, she watched him reach into his pocket and pull out a small foil packet. A condom. Her stomach jolted, and her clit pulsed as she realized what his intentions were. She tried to clench her thighs against the hot