Good Girls Say Yes

By: Penny Wylder


“I’m making sure you drink the water,” he says, practically grinning.

“Are you happy about the fact that you just made me embarrass my friend at her wedding?”

“Of course not, but you’re cute when you’re flustered. And since I already find you beautiful, this is fun to watch.”

I glare at him, throwing back the rest of the water like a shot. “Happy?”

“Very.”

“Good. You can go away now that you know I’m not a sub. I’m not looking for someone like you.”

He tilts his head. “I don’t think that’s true.”

“Wow.” I can’t help but laugh. “You’re very condescending.”

“Is it condescending if you’re right?”

“You’re not.”

He pauses for a second, like he’s considering something. “Care to let me prove it to you?”

“I’m not having sex with you,” I say, rolling my eyes.

“I didn’t say anything about sex, but I do intend to make you come.” He takes a step closer, and holds out my hand. “You come with me, and for fifteen minutes, you do exactly as I say. I can show you that you’re kidding yourself when you say that you don’t need this.”

“And this is the part where I go with you and you kill me?” I say sarcastically. But the way he’s looking at me, with that fire from the dance floor, has me leaning forward to give him a better view. The idea of an orgasm with this man is infinitely appealing. It’s been way too long since I’ve been given one that was better than my vibrator. A long damn time.

“If you’re uncomfortable, say ‘Red,’ and everything stops. It’s almost a universally recognized safe word.”

“What’s your name, anyway?”

He doesn’t break the stare. “Matthew Forester.”

I stand up, wanting to be closer eye- level even though he still towers over me. Being close to him triggers a sense memory of that kiss, and I feel like I’m being pulled toward him despite standing still. “Tell me why I should do this, Matthew.”

“What do you have to lose? Be a submissive for fifteen minutes. Even if I’m wrong—which I’m not—you’ll still have an amazing orgasm.”

“You’re awfully confident,” I say, furious at myself for being so breathless.

He leans closer. “I have good reason to be.”

We’re still for a moment, breathing each other’s air, and I’m wracking my brain for any reason why I should say no to this. I’m not coming up with anything, and the way he’s smiling tells me that he knows it. “Fine,” I say. “Fifteen minutes.”

Matthew holds out his hand, inviting me to give him mine. I do, and he wraps my hand in a firm grip. “Understand that when I say that you’re a submissive for the next fifteen minutes, you are, Emma. I’m not a Dom who likes hesitation or partial commitment.”

I smirk at him. “I’ll hold up my end of the bargain if you hold up yours.”

“Deal,” he says, leading me out of the ballroom.





Three





The hallways of the hotel are deserted this late at night, but Matthew still leads me down several hallways until we’re somewhere dark and even more deserted. I have no idea what makes him pick this spot, but I’m suddenly up against the wall, the solid mass of him pressed up against me in a way that tells me he’s just as turned on as when we were dancing.

“Dark hallway,” I say, trying to keep my head. “I’m beginning to think you lied about killing me.”

He doesn’t smile, doesn’t rise to my flirting bait, his face is serious and filled with hunger. “I didn’t give you permission to speak.”

“Excuse me?”

That familiar rage rises up in me and I’m about to kick him when I see just a hint of a smile on his face. “Fifteen minutes, remember?”

Unfortunately, I do. I press my lips together to keep from snapping at him. I made him a promise. If he doesn’t want me to talk, fine. We’re not here to talk anyway.

“Hands above your head.” His tone doesn’t leave any room for argument, and I raise my hands. Matthew catches them, crossing them at the wrists and holding them captive in one hand. He’s strong—I might as well be wearing handcuffs for all that I’d be able to pull away from him, and my heart beats a little bit faster at the thought. He said to say ‘Red’ if I’m uncomfortable, but I’m not yet, even if my body instinctually recognizes danger.

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