He wanted her to kneel in the bar, in front of everyone, while he leashed her? “Concentrate on me,” he said. “No one here matters except for you and I. Only two things are important—pleasing me, and getting your needs met. You wanted to try humiliation, and you didn’t use your safe word. That means you’re more concerned with what others may think than you are frightened. Am I correct?” She nodded. “In that case, Myka, on your knees. Now.” When he used that tone of voice—implacable and stern—she would do nearly anything. Keeping her gaze on him, she eased herself onto her knees. “Generally I prefer that my subs keep their gaze downcast, but I don’t know you well enough yet. If you and I are interacting, I want you to focus on me unless I give you permission to close your eyes. Understood?” “Yes, Sir.” She was shocked how easily the word slipped out. Ever since she’d stepped on the elevator with him, he’d had her on edge. Having him send a car for her had been an exquisite pleasure.
