Pole Position (Country Roads 2)

She knelt in the center of the room, a few feet away from the bed. She lowered her eyes and bowed her head submissively. “I’m here for you.”

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he asked, immediately leaving the bed.

“I know what you need from me, Colt. It’s okay. I’m prepared. I’m a quick study.”

“What on earth are you talking about?”

“Domination and submission,” she said quietly, keeping her head bowed. “My mother once told me you were into Domination and submission. Morristown was so small and apparently some local attorneys spotted the two of you at some underground lifestyle club. Your unusual fetishes added to the list of reasons why the judge wouldn’t let me live with you and Brant. Mom said they were afraid you would make me into a sex slave.”

Colt took a deep breath. “Look at me, Princess.”

She kept her head down.

“The judge also believed, apparently, Brant and I were gay. Nothing could be further from the truth.”

Still, her head remained bowed, her eyes lowered.

“Damn it, sub! Look at me!”

Immediately her gaze averted and she smiled from ear to ear.

“Oh. My. God.”

She looked quite satisfied. “Now do you believe me? You’re going to fall head over heels in love with me. I promise to be the only woman you’ll ever need. And the reason I know this is because I’m willing to do what other women may not. I’m willing to submit to you.”

* * * *

Princess knew what she was getting into and she didn’t take her decision lightly. She remembered talking to her mother about the lifestyle, about certain submissive practices. Her adoptive parents were in the lifestyle, which always struck her as funny.

Brant and Colt weren’t permitted to raise her. They were supposedly into kink. Yet her mother and father frequented night clubs. They stayed out all night going to parties and clubs where they could couple swap and “live out loud” which is how her father described their activities.

“Train me, Colt,” she urged him, remaining on her knees with her palms forward and her head still slightly bowed. “Make me understand what pleases you.”

“What brings you pleasure, Princess?”

She jerked. “I don’t know yet.”

He narrowed his gaze on her nipples. “What do you mean, you don’t know?”

“I have no way of knowing for sure.”

“Why?” he asked, studying her face.

She didn’t want to see the look of disappointment washing over those high cheeks, so she thinned her lips and looked away. She hadn’t meant for them to have this conversation right then, right there.

“I asked you a question, sub,” he said firmly. “Why don’t you know what pleases you?”

The tone in his voice made her shiver. There was something so incredibly fascinating about a Dom. Princess remembered meeting several dominant men through her parents. While she was never attracted to them per se, she’d always found herself drawn to the Doms. They were interesting. Most of them were cultured, well-traveled, and absolutely adored the women on their arms.

When Princess didn’t answer him, he took a step forward. His toes were at her knees. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”

He made the word sound like profanity.

“Princess?”

She didn’t respond.

“Damn it, Princess, look at me…sub.”