In LOST & BOUND, Dream Dominant Book 2, spoiled Hollywood bad girl Shasta Pyke is sent to the wilderness of northern Ontario to cool her heels for a few weeks after she gets into trouble with the law. She’s accustomed to getting her own way, but she’s met her match with Blake Walker.
Blake gave up his career to return home and help run his family’s remote guest lodge. He’s none too impressed with the current sole client, but her bratty ways have him thinking that she might just be the baby girl his Daddy Dom soul has been looking for.
But seriously? Shasta Pyke, the Hollywood star? Is there any way she’d agree to gift him her submission?
When they entered the Blue Moon Café, every head turned. Rather than taking his usual seat at the counter, Blake led Shasta to a window table in the corner. He seated her opposite himself as he sat with his back to the wall.
A waitress in a blue uniform greeted them with menus and glasses of water, and left them to decide on their lunch order. “What looks good to you?” Blake asked. “You should know, they make killer milkshakes.” He grinned at her.
“Milkshakes?” she laughed. “I haven’t had a milkshake in…forever. I’m always in training for one role or another.”
He arched an eyebrow. “You aren’t in training now. You want a milkshake, don’t you? Aw, come on.” His face was mischievous.
“I don’t know…”
“Mm-hmm, let’s see. Vanilla?” He laughed. “No way, my kitten’s not vanilla. How about mint chocolate chip?”
Shasta chewed her lower lip as she tried to suppress a smile.
“Ha, mint chocolate chip it is!” Blake smiled happily. “I’ll order for you, kitten. I like to do that. I’ll get to know your tastes and make the choices, but for now, help me out a little.”
She giggled. “Well, I guess a milkshake really doesn’t go with a salad.”
“Nope, I’m pretty sure there’s some kind of provincial law against milkshakes and salads being paired up. I’m thinking a nice burger with fries. Or maybe onion rings?”
Shasta laughed again. “You are so bad!”
His chuckle was dark. “You have no idea.”
“I think I have some idea.”
He grinned at that, taking her hand and kissing it. “You do have some idea. But I’ll keep you guessing.”
A different waitress approached their table. “Hi, Blake. Why are you way over here today?” It was Donna, the flirt who worked the counter.
“We’re having a nice quiet lunch today. Donna, this is Amy. Amy, meet Donna.” Blake watched the waitress’s eyes narrow.
“It’s nice to meet you, Donna,” Shasta murmured.
Donna just stared at her.
“Okay, we know what we’d like,” Blake plunged ahead. “The lady will take a burger, well done, with provolone cheese, a side of onion rings, and a mint chocolate chip milkshake. Make my cheese cheddar, a side of fries, and a chocolate fudge shake.”
Donna’s eyes flitted from Shasta to Blake and back again. Shasta narrowed her eyes and leaned forward on the table, frowning. The waitress hesitated for a moment longer, then turned and rushed away from the table.
“Don’t try to stare me down, bitch, because I will win every time,” Shasta muttered.
“Hey!” Blake’s voice was low but stern.
“You saw her. I don’t put up with that.” She sat back and crossed her arms in front of her.
“She’s just jealous. Donna flirts with me when I come in here. I’ve never brought a woman in here before.” Blake leaned across the table. “She couldn’t be my kitten. She’s not nearly strong enough.”
Reluctantly, Shasta smiled. “No? She’s not strong enough?” She chewed her bottom lip again. “And you think I am?”
“I know you are.”
Shasta giggled happily. When their food arrived a short time later, it was brought by a different waitress. Shasta groaned when she took her first sip of milkshake. “Oh, my god, this is amazing!”
“Who’s your Daddy?” Blake laughed.
Shasta laughed, too. They enjoyed their food without conversation for a few minutes.
“I appreciate you being willing to do the blood tests. It’s just not safe to forego those.”
He looked down. “I’ve been with my fair share of women. I’m a member of a club in Toronto. Getting tested on a regular basis is required. You really never know who will be there. It’s rare to play with the same submissive more than once.”
“Submissive? It’s a BDSM club?” Her eyes were wide.
Blake nodded. “You can imagine how difficult it is to find play partners out here in the boondocks. The club makes it easy—everybody is there for the same reason.”
“So you…slept with…a lot of different girls?”
“We played, kitten. Kind of like what you and I did last night.”
Shasta absorbed this information. “Before you, I was with three other guys ever.” He was watching her intently so she continued. “I was sixteen when I lost my virginity to Jamie Duncan.”
“The pop singer?” He leaned forward on his elbows.
Shasta nodded miserably. “That was such a stupid idea. I thought I knew everything. Then, I dated Chip Felder, the guy from that crime show? We were together for a little over a year.” She sighed. “And then, of course, there was Jeremy.”
“Do you ever go out with regular guys?” His eyes sparkled with curiosity.
“I don’t meet regular guys.”
“You’re not regular.” She looked at him meaningfully.
Blake looked down at the table and laughed. “No, I suppose not.”