Getting Dom'd

Chapter One

"Please, Sean? I will be soooo good; you won't even know I'm there." That was just about as likely as Sean waking up a submissive. He had known Asha her entire life, and almost from the beginning he had always known when she was around. "I will be silent and fade into the background. No one will even notice me."

Axel von Biron and Kuresh Atar, Sean's supposed best friends, suddenly broke out in a coughing fit. Bastards. Asha had managed to wind her petite little body around his torso, those melting milk chocolate eyes shaped like a cat batting innocently up at him. There wasn't a damn thing innocent about this woman. Allowing her to tag along with them to the conference would invite all kinds of trouble he didn't need. But Sean knew he was going to say yes. Axel and Kuresh knew it too, hence the coughing that did nothing to mask their laughter.

"No, Asha. It's not the place for you." So very weak. For a Dom, he certainly seemed to twist and bend where she was concerned.

The truth was, Asha was his greatest weakness. As hard as he tried to keep her in the box in which he had placed her twenty-six years ago when she was born—that of a sister of sorts—she refused to stay there, instead working her way into his dreams and waking fantasies. She wasn't his sister; they were quite noticeably in no way related, and his cock knew that all too well.

Sean and Ashe's parents were actually best friends. They had taught at the local university together for years. Both of their fathers were botanists and research partners, their mothers both literary professors. He had watched Ashe grow from being an adorable if bratty kid into a woman who made his teeth ache. She was like a little Pocket Venus, all curvy and sexy. The top of her head didn't quite come up to his shoulder. Her sienna-colored skin was clear and smooth, perfect without artifice, her eyes framed by the longest, thickest natural eyelashes he had ever seen. And there was her tendency to get all deliciously submissive on him.

She didn't need to ask his permission to do a damn thing, but somewhere over the years he had gotten into the habit of telling her what to do. It wasn't until she turned twenty-three or so that she actually started listening, and worse, obeying. It was right around the time he had confessed his sexual fetish. He was a Dom. The little brat had taken that tidbit and ran with it. He knew she only did it to aggravate him. She had no idea how much she got under his skin, and not because he was mad either.

Sean wanted Ashe. Wanted her in the worst way. He could never show it, though. Admitting that his feelings for her were so far from fraternal might push her away; that was something Sean could never allow. Ashe had a unique ability to get herself into trouble wherever she went. He needed to be the one who got her out of it. She trusted him, depended on him, and he loved that. Given her chosen profession, an erotic romance writer, Ashe got the craziest ideas all in the name of "research."

Now she wanted to tag along to the annual Hurt SO Good Con, a BDSM convention held in an undisclosed location. She claimed she was working on a new series and she needed to do "research." There were so many reasons he should say no. So many things that could go wrong. But damn it, he was going to take her. If he didn't she might take it in her head to go to a dungeon somewhere without his knowledge. All the scenarios of what could happen would give him gray hair.

"I can pretend to be your sub," Ashe wheedled, twisting her hand in his shirt and gazing up at him through her lashes. He needed to get her off his lap. He was seconds away from throwing her down and showing her what that look was going to get her. "That way you can spank me if I'm bad."

Kuresh got up and left the room. Axel went a bright shade of red, contrasting nicely with his light blond hair. Sean wanted to cry. Visions of his hand coming down on that luscious ass...Lord, he was shivering. He tried to move her off his lap, but she tightened her thighs down on his. Ashe had superb muscle control. She wouldn't lose her seat in a rough ride no matter how wild he might get.

He really had to stop thinking about her like that. Walking around with a three-year hard-on was pure hell. He could feel pre-cum weeping from his dick.

"That wouldn't work, little girl. I'm looking for a new sub; how the hell would I explain you?" He tended to call her "little girl" whenever he was trying to place emotional distance between them. It never worked. There was nothing remotely girlish about her figure despite her diminutive height. This was Sean being cruel to Ashe. As usual, that flew right over her head.

"From what I've read you can have more than one. Or maybe I can be Axel or Kuresh's—"

"Hell no! Look, you can go, but as my sub, you got it?"

With a squeal, Ashe threw herself against him, her full, soft breasts mashing into his chest. This time he couldn't hold back the groan, nor could he stop his own arms from circling around her to bring her even closer. Thankfully her crotch was a couple of inches away from his bulge; he wasn't sure what would happen if it weren't. His secret would definitely be out then. And once again, she completely misread his groan.

"Oh, don't be such a worry wart. I promise you won't regret it." Even though she had gotten her way, she was still pouting. She had the perfect pout, accentuated by full bow-shaped lips. He wanted to nibble on them, to suck the bottom lip into his mouth. This was such a mistake. There was no way he was going to survive the week.