Getting Dom'd

Chapter Two

Asha smirked at the contents strewn about her suitcase. Research sure had its advantages, and landing Sean right where she wanted him did too. Oh how she loved to watch him squirm beneath her ruthless manipulation. No way would he let her go to the convention without being his submissive or whatever. Not that she was genuinely all that submissive. She'd play the game because she knew exactly what she was playing for—Sean. Lifting the leather dog collar from the right pocket, she smiled, turning it this way and that in her bedroom's soft lamp illumination. Yeah. She imagined his face, watching her kneel with that collar fastened firmly in place, the rise of his cock as his fingers wrapped around the leash...

"Are you coming or what?" Sean's impatient rumble rolled into her room, making her heart leap in her chest.

She hastily put the collar back and zipped the suitcase closed. With little effort she dragged it from the bed and sighed. Sean had that effect on her—making her tired from just hearing his voice. Not tired in a weary way, but in a dreamy, I-want-to-do-him way. He wanted her, and she wanted him too; he was just too damn stubborn to do anything about it. They weren't the least bit related, so there wasn't any reason why they shouldn't be together.

At least that was how she saw it.

She strolled into her living room and handed the luggage off to Sean, who took it as if it was old hat. Which it had always been between them. They'd been friends forever, and this little event would bring them closer. So close they would be connected, damn it. She had planned carefully, knew exactly what she was going to do. If he wasn't going to fall gracefully into her arms where he belonged, she'd force his hand.

"You aren't ready to go, are you?"

"Hell yeah, I'm ready to go. Axel and Kuresh are already in the car," he snapped, rolling his eyes as if she bothered him. She suppressed the smirk on her lips, because she knew she did bother him. And she loved it.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing, eh?" he asked, those beautiful eyes narrowing as he took her in.

She strutted on by him, making sure to drop her keys to the floor. Bending over slowly, she made sure to push her ass out so that he got an eyeful of what he continued to deny himself.

The sucking of his breath told her she'd done well and she scooped up the keys, again struggling to suppress her smile.

"Ashe, what's up with you? You worried about this convention?" he asked, his handsome face frowning in thought. "Stay with me, close to me, Ashe. I won't let anything happen to you."

"I know. I can always count on you." She let her voice get all husky. She'd practiced that for years, just never used it before. Sean's eyes widened, his Adam's apple throbbing a bit. "I have to do my research, and I know you'll make sure to educate me."

Before he could say anything else, she bounced out of the front door, holding the screen for Sean and her luggage. Once he cleared the door, she set about locking it. Only after she slipped the key into the lock did she notice the trembling in her hands.

The destination was quite a surprise. Although Sean had made sure she had her passport, he hadn't told her where the convention actually was. It wasn't until they were at the airport she found out they were going to Denmark. Scandinavia was one of the few places she'd never been, so she was going to have twice the fun. Plus a long flight with Sean by her side... She would make sure he was good and horny by the time they landed. She'd even let him believe he could go off and find relief from some hussy who wasn't her before she would tactfully interrupt them. That would all but guarantee he'd be ripe for the plucking.

After they'd chatted absentmindedly about nothing at all for the first couple of hours of the flight, she made a big show of being sleepy before lifting the arm between their seats and snuggling close. He wanted her to move, she could tell by the way his body went all rigid , but she also knew he wouldn't forcibly move her. Even when they were kids and their parents dragged them all over the globe he had let her sleep on him. When he thought she was in deep sleep, he would move her even closer to cradle her as if she were precious to him, stroking her cheek or her back.

This time was no different. About twenty minutes into the best fake sleep she'd ever done, he lifted her into his lap, moving her head to rest on his chest. Ashe couldn't resist wiggling her bottom a little against proof Sean wasn't the least bit immune to her.

"Brat, you drive me crazy," she heard him mutter to himself, felt the deep rumble in his chest as he spoke against her cheek. She squirmed again, pressing closer. "Ah, Ashe, baby, if you only knew how much I want you."

Well, now that was different. Of course she had always known Sean was attracted to her, but he was as stubborn as a mule. That he would actually give voice to his desires meant she was making headway, didn't it? All she had to do was stick to the plan. Wiggling to get even closer, she made sure her buttocks were cradling his erection with loving care. If she worked this right, she would have him way past horny by the time the plane landed. Being a male, his first immediate reaction would be to go find some hussy to relieve the ache. Ha! Like that was ever going to happen. She wanted him wound so tight he was ready to pop. Then she would make her move.

With a contented sigh she burrowed her head into his chest, inhaling his clean, masculine scent. Sean relaxed beneath her, his hips unconsciously moving up as if seeking a deeper connection.

"Fuck, Ashe, you're going to kill me," he moaned under his breath.

Well, he had it halfright anyway.