Ryder
June Gables is the hottest girl at Anchored, and she knows it.
She tries to pretend she’s modest and shy, but there’s no way she can miss how fantastic her breasts look pushed up in that corset or how delicate her hair looks when she wears it down. There’s no way she can think she’s anything less than perfect.
June Gables is a fucking goddess, and I’d do anything to get her in my bed.
There’s just one problem: I’m not who I pretend to be.
She looks at me with suspicion and distrust in her eyes, but I’ve given her no reason for that. I’ve been nothing but a gentleman since I joined the club months ago, but she doesn’t know that. No, to her, I’m just another Dom. I’m just another player in this crazy game. I’m just one more guy who likes to tie up women and feel them come, clenching my cock as they spiral out of control.
And oh, I want June to be that woman.
The truth is that I haven’t slept with anyone since I joined Anchored. It’s strange for me to be celibate, but I can’t risk fucking up my mission. I’m in Westbrook for work and only work. I’m town until the mission is complete, and then I’m back to Nellenston.
Then I’m back to my normal life.
Only being around June makes me not want to go back to that world.
She’s smart, and she’s hilarious. She keeps everyone in their place. People think Thorn is the man in charge at Anchored, but I’d bet my life on it being June’s place. She’s always looking around, always watching. She rarely drinks at work. She’s much too focused for that.
I’ve never seen her so much as kiss a man – or a woman – at the club.
June is a mystery, and she’s one I want to solve.
Desperately.
Now I’ve made my move and I have to wait and see what happens next. Will she counter? Will she melt? Will she accept my proposal? I shouldn’t want her as badly as I do, but I can’t seem to help myself.
“Ryder,” she says slowly, but two submissives come up to the bar just then and she turns her attention to them. “Ladies,” she says, her voice soft and delicate. “What’ll it be?”
“Um,” a petite blonde twists her hair around a finger and looks at all of the options. “How about a rum and coke for me and a long island for Josie?”
Josie, a curvy redhead, bobs her head in agreement.
“Of course, Amber,” June smiles. She holds out two pink bracelets, but the submissives frown at her in return.
“What?” Amber asks.
“You know the rules, ladies,” June tells them. Her voice is firm, but not unkind. How does she do that? “If you’re going to drink, you’re done playing for the night.”
“That’s not very fair,” Josie glares at June.
“That’s fine,” June shrugs, setting the bracelets down. “You don’t have to drink if you don’t want to.”
“But…but…” Amber sputters, trying to find a way to convince June. I lean back against the barstool I’m sitting on and watch the entire scene. June intrigues me more than any other woman I’ve met. She’s definitely a submissive when it comes to men. I’ve seen the way her eyes flutter down when she’s being admonished, but around women?
She’s a natural Domme.
It’s not often I find a switch who is both beautiful and smart, but June fits the bill. I bet she’d be lovely to experience in bed. I bet she’d be willing and eager and delicious. I’ve spent too many nights to count just rubbing my cock and thinking of her on her knees.
I need to get a grip.
“Amber, you knew the rules when you joined the club,” June says firmly. “Do I need to go find your Dom and tell him you tried to be sneaky?”
“Well, no,” Amber whispers. She’s blushing and obviously embarrassed.
“This isn’t fair,” Josie says again, rolling her eyes. I’m about to turn and say something to the disrespectful sub, but June is on top of things. Instead of arguing with Josie, she simply waves her hand and a man appears. He’s tall, lean, and handsome.
Her lover?
I don’t think so.
In the time I’ve been coming to the club, June has never taken a lover. At least, not one I’ve known about. I’ve tried to keep my attraction to her under wraps, but I’ve asked around casually and as far as anyone can tell, she doesn’t date.
“Problem?” The tall man asks.
“No,” Josie and Amber say. At the same time, June nods.
“Actually, there is a problem. These two submissives want to drink without wearing a pink bracelet. They know the house rules, but don’t feel like following them. Could you kindly explain the situation to their Doms?”
“Absolutely.”
“Thank you, Zack.”
“Anything for you, June.” The man turns to the two girls. Suddenly, their brave façade has faded, leaving them looking scared and vulnerable, as it should. Disrespect isn’t something that’s tolerated at any BDSM club, but especially not at Anchored. June takes her position very seriously here and she demands respect from all of her patrons. Anyone who comes to the bar to ask for a drink has to wear a bracelet the rest of the night that designates them as a non-player.
It’s for everyone’s protection.
The man takes the girls by the elbows and they whine as he leads them off. He says something to them and their whining subsides.
“You handled that well,” I say once they’re out of earshot.
“What? Oh, the girls.” June shakes her head. “Well, you know. Rules are rules.” She grabs a cloth and begins wiping the bar down.
“If you keep cleaning so much, you’re going to wear off the finish,” I nod toward the bar top. It’s a deep mahogany. It’s beautiful, but it’s already starting to fade from her incessant cleaning.
“You’re right,” June says, glancing at the bar. She sets the cloth down and looks at me. “I get nervous,” she says, shaking her head. Then she leans back against the opposite counter.
“Nervous? About what?”
“I don’t like confrontation,” she admits.
“Really? But you’re so good at it.”
She shakes her head. “We all do what we have to do, right? I’m good at confrontation, but I don’t enjoy it.”
“Nobody enjoys it.”
“Lawyers do,” she points out. “I should know. There’s enough of them here.”
“Maybe it’s just a Dom thing,” I suggest helpfully, and June laughs. Her laugh is full and rich and joyous, and it speaks to my very soul. If I could make her laugh like that again and again and again, I’d be a happy man.
“You know,” she says, leaning forward conspiratorially. “You might be on to something.” She’s bending forward now and her breasts are heaving with every breath. She has to know how fucking hot she is. She just has to. She has to know how much I want to slide my tongue over her cleavage, how much I want to pull each of her nipples into my mouth and just bite.
She has to know, but when she smiles at me, it’s with such an innocence that suddenly, I wonder if she might not know. Is there a chance that June doesn’t realize what a catch she is? Is there a chance she doesn’t realize just how lovely she is?
“So, I never got you a drink,” she says, nodding to the empty space in front of me. “Can I get you anything?” She asks. June holds up a pretty pink bracelet and waves it in front of me. “You have to wear a bracelet, though.”
Now it’s my turn to laugh. “How about a Coke?”
“Coke as in soda or Coke as in Coke?”
“Coke as in Coke,” I say, and she quickly makes me a drink. When she turns around, my eyes are glued to her pretty behind, and when she spins back around, she catches me staring.
“Oh, Ryder,” she sets the drink in front of me and then leans down. She motions for me to move forward, and I do. Then June’s lips brush across my ear as she whispers, “I’m still not going to call you sir.”