Excerpt 1.
“Let’s
check it out,” said Cameron.
“I’m not allowed.” I raised my hand
to let him know I had no intention of going anywhere near there.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” he said,
calling the lift. “You’re with me.”
The doors parted and we stared into
an open elevator.
Cameron strolled on in and gestured
for me to join him. “It’s safer. I don’t want to leave you up here alone.”
“What do you mean?”
“If someone did break in they may be
up here now.”
I leaped in and with a push of a
button we descended.
“Shouldn’t we call the police?” I
said.
“They have a knack for spoiling all
the fun.”
“Do you really think someone has
broken in?”
“No.”
“Oh.”
He shrugged.
“Will you explain this to Richard for
me,” I said.
“Of course.”
“I’m actually kind of intrigued.” I felt a
jolt of excitement.
Tara had been right about the deep
red walls. Soft lighting fell upon the five pieces of furniture, if you could
call them that. More appropriately they were beautifully carved, dark stained
contraptions. A table positioned in the middle had reams of fine silver chains
hanging over it, reaching all the way to the floor. To its right stood a
crisscrossed wooden panel with leather handcuffs on either side to stretch out
the victim’s arms. Upon the wall hung an assortment of equipment, including
paddles, whips, and blindfolds. A chest pushed up against the far wall hid what
was probably more torturous accruements. I resisted the urge to take a peek.
What looked like a stock out of the
Middle Ages was easily countered by the elegant throne, a velvet cushion before
it. To its right hung an enormous steel cage, and farther along more
contraptions rested on shelves: silver-link chains, ropes, blindfolds, gags,
and what looked like a black pair of gloves with spiked fingertips.
This place set medieval devices
against modern in the most startling way. No wonder Richard didn’t want me down
here. He probably assumed I’d have bolted on my first day. Yet the soft scent
of sandalwood and the womblike aura felt surprisingly calming. My
lightheadedness muddled my brain. This risqué decor stirred feelings that had
lain dormant, the thrill of delicious intrigue, a throb low in my belly that
had no right to make me believe any of this was okay.
A
door at the end of the room promised to lead off to more rooms of pain. There
was no getting over this was a dangerous place to be in, and how anyone would
voluntarily want to be strapped into any of these baffled me.
I turned to see Mistress Scarlet
step out of the shadows. Her dominatrix outfit was a mixture of leather and
latex. Her gothic-styled eyeliner and mascara highlighting her eyes, and her
rouged lips, sharp cheekbones and hair worn back accentuated her commanding
presence.
“Hi Scarlet,” I said, hoping that
glare of hers wasn’t anger at me for being down here.
“Mia,” she said, tapping the whip in
her other hand. “Cameron.”
There came an unsettling feeling
she’d been waiting for us. I glanced back at the elevator, wishing I’d brought
my cell. Richard might have texted back by now. Though the reception down here
might be sketchy. We were way underground.
“We were concerned someone came down
here.” Cameron arched an eyebrow.
Scarlet’s gaze slid over to me.
“It’s just us.”
Cameron gestured. “Come here, Mia.”
I took the few, short steps toward
him, though my gaze stayed on Scarlet, wondering about that whip.
“Come look at this,” he said. “Have
you ever seen one of these?”
“What’s it for?” The ornately carved
crisscrossed post felt smooth beneath my touch.
He placed his hand over mine. “Want
to see?”
Cameron looked fierce. The change in
him so surprised me I didn’t struggle when he took hold of my shoulders and
eased me back against the bar.
“You stand here.” He titled his
head. “Well, the client does.”
I almost lost my balance as he
stretched out my left arm to the side. He used his weight to keep me there, his
body pressed against mine as he secured my wrist inside a leather strap; tight.
A thrill shot from my chest to my groin and I caught my breath. There came a
waft of Cameron’s light cologne; a balmy scent stirring my senses.
“I don’t like it,” I lied, unsure of
these sensations awakening in my chest and shooting downwards, reaching that
place where he’d touched me not so long ago. My lips trembled as my gaze fell
upon his mouth.
“You’re quite safe.” Cameron tugged
the straps. “It’s good to have a feel for what our clients go through, right?”
He secured my right wrist.
I resisted, though his strength overwhelmed
mine. He tugged my wrist tight in its buckle.
A throb in my chest lulled me.
Scared me. “Scarlet?” I looked to her.
She gave a nod of encouragement.
The elevator shuddered and the lift
began its ascent.
“Let’s pretend she’s not here.”
Cameron pulled a thicker strap across my waist, buckled and yanked it. “In most
sessions it would only be us two.” He held his hand against my chest. “You’re
breathing way too fast. I don’t want you to faint.”
Mouth dry and thirsting, I tried to
slow it down. “I have to get back to work.”
“Thought you were finished for the
day.” He reached for my shirt button and undid it. His fingers moving fast on
the others.
I screamed and he stepped back and
laughed. “Not the shirt then.”
“Not the shirt.”
“Screams echo down here,” he said.
“We get that a lot.”
Oh
no...
His hand returned to my chest,
pressing against it, his body close, his gaze boring into my mine with a fierce
intensity. “What are you feeling?”
My eyelids fluttered shut, my heart
beat way too fast. This desire intensified an ache sending spasms low and deep
inside; a building pleasure. My nipples pushed against my bra, the hardened
buds betraying me through my blouse.
“Very good.” He leaned toward my ear
and whispered, “That’s what this one’s for.”
Another thrill of excitement shot
between my thighs and I hated the fact he could tell. His fingertip brushed
along my right forearm, pressing beneath the crux of my arm, sending a shiver
up my spine.
“Cameron.” I shuddered in response
and twisted my wrists in their straps. “I can’t breathe.”
“Relax.” He caressed my bottom lip.
I nipped at his thumb, my tongue
tracing the tip.
His eyelids became heavy, his teeth
clenched, his jaw tensing. “You are exquisite.”
The elevator purred, getting louder,
pulling his attention away for a second.
His dark stare found me again. “Has
anyone ever told you that?”
“No.”
He looked surprised. “Let me show
you just how exquisite you are.”
Cameron pressed his lips against my
mine, bruising them, opening my mouth with his, daring me, capturing me with
ferociousness. His erection pressed against my belly, and the pleasure and pain
it would bring became all too real. Unable to push him off, I had no choice but
to surrender, opening my mouth and going with him, drowning in the
lightheadedness caused by his embrace.
This man was way out of my league,
and yet he was here with me, seducing me, his velvety tongue tangling with
mine. He’d called me exquisite. Made be believe it. This dreamlike moment was
an impossible fantasy. A slow, steady throb of pleasure built as my moan
entered his mouth, my tongue battling his, lost in this craving.
He pulled back slightly and held my
gaze. “How do you feel?”
“Nice,” I murmured, hating myself
for saying it.
“Aroused?”
I gave a nod.
“Is your pussy nice and wet?”
I bit my lip, hard.
“Good girl.” He gave an impressed
smile.
“Cameron,” snapped Richard.
I jolted back into the room.
Richard stood ten or so feet away,
his face unreadable. Cameron glanced his way.
“Untie her,” said Richard.
“We were exploring.” Cameron found
my gaze again. “Weren’t we, Mia?”
“Now,” said Richard.
Leaving me strapped in, Cameron
stepped back. “Mia’s been a very
naughty girl.”
“So I see,” said Richard.
Excerpt 2.
Richard
blinked through dark blond lashes. “You realize what it is I want to do to
you?”
“Yes.”
With
the window closed, this room lacked the air we both needed so desperately. From
the way his chest rose and fell he too must have felt short of breath.
He
raised his chin in defiance. “Say it.”
“You
want to dominate me.”
“Subjugate
you.” He stepped closer. “Control you. Conquer you.” His left hand rested
against my chest and he eased me back against the wall again and pressed hard.
“Fuck you.”
Oh please.
He
looked hesitant. “Mia, I have never taken on an untrained submissive.”
“What
does that mean?”
“They’ve
always come to me primed.”
“Primed?”
“Already
trained.”
“By
who?” I sucked in my breath. “Cameron?”
Richard
stepped closer and brushed a stray hair out of my eyes.
“I
want it to be you,” I said softly.
“You
deserve someone better than me.”
“Don’t
I get a say?”
“Right
up until the moment you agree to become my submissive. Then all choice is
lost.” He narrowed his gaze. “You wouldn’t want that. Would you?”
My
legs felt weak. I breathed a sigh of sadness when his hand fell once more to
his side, threatening never to touch me again.
“You
and I are miles apart,” he said.
“Are
you trying to convince yourself? Or me?”
“What
is our common ground?”
“You
don’t think I’m good enough for you?” My voice broke with emotion. “Is that
it?”
“Other
way round.” He looked intently. “You are innocence incarnate.”
I
broke his gaze, my heart aching with the thought I’d failed him, failed me.
My
inner musing told me to stay strong, tell him want I really wanted, needed.
Him, it had only ever been him.
My
words flowed from an unfamiliar place. “I’m returning to the balcony. If you
find the strength to face what we both know, that there’s real chemistry
between us, join me. Ask me out on a date. I may even say yes.” I picked up his
glass of wine and strolled off with it, leaving him standing there. I headed
across the living room and out onto the balcony.
Facing
the breeze, I let it wash over me, inhaling the freshest air. This place
offered a new start. The promise of fulfillment close enough to touch…
If
I dared to reach out to it.
After
several minutes of savoring the view, I regretted my outburst, letting him know
my true feelings. I downed the rest of the wine, taking pleasure from knowing
his lips had brushed where mine were now on the glass. The softest sigh escaped
me.
I
turned around—
Richard
leaned against the balcony doorjamb. “Start slow?” His alluring blue gaze
burning fiercely into mine.
“Slow.”
“Are
you sure this is something you want?” he whispered. “I’m not good at
compromise.”
“I
know.”
“What
do you have in mind?” he said.
“Chrysalis’s
party tomorrow night. Let me go with you.”
He
twisted his mouth as though mulling over it.
“Pick
me up tomorrow at six,” I said.
Richard
stepped onto the balcony. “You do realize I’m the dominant.” He towered over
me, emphasizing his point. “An issue you would be wise not to forget.”
Damn,
that turned me on.
I
stretched out my arms to either side and clutched the handrail. “Your irises
dilate when I push back.”
Don’t push back. Cameron
warned he prefers malleable.
Could
I be this woman? Could I fall at Richard’s feet and become his sex slave? What
was I willing to give up in order to become his lover? His submissive.
Everything.
I’d do anything.
He
shifted closer. “What else do you see?”
“That
you want this as much as I do.”
“Some
things are inevitable.” His expression
softened, his face now serene. “I have so much to show you.”
“I
want that.”
“Mia.”
He narrowed his gaze, his intensity returning. “Are you truly ready for such
blinding pleasure?”
A
flurry of what felt like butterflies burst out of my chest. Tingles of
excitement caused me to shiver, and an exquisite ache in my belly settled low.
In the deepest depths of my soul I felt ready for this, for him.
“It’s
a good thing we’re not alone,” he said.
“Not
that it matters,” I said. “I only ever see you.”
Richard’s
frown dissolved and he ran his fingers through his golden locks.
“I’ll
see you tomorrow then,” I whispered breathlessly, melting in the wake of his
stunning smile.
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