She winced. Sure, going home with Asher and Cedric would be . . . pleasant. All she had to do was make sure they didn’t forget she was there. Getting punished would be better.
She gulped as she resolved herself to her decision. Maybe.
“All right.” She took a deep breath and rushed through the rest. “So long as it doesn’t get too . . . personal.” She forced a smile. “I’m not available.”
“That remains to be seen.” Dean muttered before he squared his shoulder and glanced over at Asher. “You may stay if you’d like. But I warn you, don’t come here again playing the Dom if you won’t follow through.”
Asher nodded slowly. “Well, you see, things aren’t really that way between Silver and me. If I decide to get involved in things with Cedric here, it will be different.”
Wow. Thanks for completely abandoning me. Silver let out a strained, but light, laugh. “Glad you made that clear, Asher.”
“Silver—”
“You can go. I’ll be fine.”
Apparently, that was exactly what he’d wanted to hear. Because he left without looking back, Cedric following demurely on his heel.
“Give me your wrists.” Dean slid his hands down her arms and forced her to focus on him as he undid a pair of cuffs from his belt. “I don’t give safewords for punishments, but I won’t push you any further than what you can take.”
Oh, that’s reassuring. She ground her teeth and let him secure the cuffs. “I take it asshole gets to watch?”
“You will refer to him as Master Sloan in the club, pet.”
“Like hell, I will!”
“If you don’t, your punishment will be even more severe.” Dean’s tone softened. “And you don’t want that. Kneel. Tell Master Sloan how sorry you are for interrupting his scene.”
Her knees bent a little, as though her body had already decided to obey. But then she caught Sloan’s smirk and her pride snapped back into place. This fucktard had hurt her sister. He might get the satisfaction of watching her suffer, but he’d never get her respect.
She folded her arms over her chest and sneered. “What will it be, ten lashes? Twenty? Bring it on. I’m not apologizing to that sorry excuse for a man.”
The expression on Sloan’s face—damn, she wished she had a camera. Any amount of pain Dean could dish out would be worth that souvenir.
“You’re going to wish you didn’t say that, pet.” Dean sighed and took hold of her upper arm, towing her with him out to the main room. “Ten is a good number.”
“I’m glad you agree.”
He drew her in front of a large, throne like chair and folded his arms over his chest. “Now strip.”
“Strip?” She rubbed her arms and nodded. Fine, there was a crowd, but she had nothing to hide. All those women giggling and pointing could eat their fucking hearts out. She peeled off her top and shorts and faced Dean before letting out a flippant “So what are you going to use?”
“My hand.”
Aw, fuck.
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Dean struggled to keep his eyes on the mouthy little sub’s face. Not that the pink number had left much to the imagination, but somehow she hid more in the swatch of cloth than most women could in a muumuu. Even naked, her posture and icy smile disguised the vulnerable woman he’d gotten a glimpse of earlier.
Why did the woman in pink have to be Silver Delgado? Why couldn’t she have been someone a little easier to handle? Like . . . that Paris Hilton chick.
Not that high maintenance women appealed to him at all, but hell, maybe Silver wasn’t at all what she pretended to be.
He pulled off his suit jacket, draped it over the high back of the large, oak throne. Then he pushed the padded, velvet arms out of the way. The piece was custom made, used most often for spankings because it was damn comfortable, but the seat split down the middle to spread a bound subs’ thighs wide for a good fucking. He glanced down at the seat and shook his head.
Not this time, Richter. She needs something else from you tonight.
Settling himself into the chair, Dean patted his thigh. “Come on, Silver. Let’s get this over with.”
She looked over her shoulder at the small gathering and inched closer. “Can’t we do this somewhere a little more private?”
“No.” He reached out and caught the short chain between her cuffs to pull her to him. “You had no problem disrespecting Master Sloan in front of an audience.”
“He fucking deserved it.”
Tired of arguing with her, he hooked an arm around her waist and dropped her over his left knee. As expected, she immediately kicked and tried to roll off his lap. So he pushed her knees down and held them in place with his right leg, all the while firmly gripping the nape of her neck to restrain her. “No. But you deserve this.”
Without a breath of warning, he hauled back and laid a solid smack on her tight little ass. His hand was big enough to cover both cheeks, and a bright red mark blossomed over her pale flesh. She let out a screech which he cut off with two quick slaps, one on each cheek.
“Damn you!” She bucked her hips and screamed when he responded with a resounding smack on her upper thigh. “You’re hurting me!”
“That’s the point, my dear.” One more crack! and he decided to give her a little break. He petted her colorful bottom, speaking in a low, soothing tone. “There are rules here. You will learn to obey them.”
“You think this will turn me into a good little sub?” She tossed her hair away from her face and glared at him. “Are you really that stupid, shithead?”
He had to clench his jaw to keep from laughing. Shithead? I think you’re ready for more.
“You.” Smack! “Will not.” Crack! “Swear.” Slap! “At me or any other member of this club.”
“Fuck you!” She choked on a sob as his hand connected with the soft undercurve of her ass. “Stop! Stop!”
“One more if you promise to behave,” he said.
“I promise!”
Finally. For a minute there, he’d wondered if she’d ever back down. He really didn’t want to have to prolong her punishment, being that this was obviously the first time she’d ever been disciplined. Much as he enjoyed having her laid out, naked and available, she needed to know that accepting that she’d been in the wrong came with its own reward. He had a feeling a “good girl” would go a long way with her.
“Brace yourself, pet.” He felt her tense up and waited. A bit of a head game, but he couldn’t help pushing her, just a little, to see how she’d react.
A few shaky inhales and she let her body go slack.
He gave her a solid whack! and set his hand on the small of her back as she absorbed the impact with a quiet dignity he had to admire. Gently stroking her tender bottom, he let his approval deepen his tone. “You did very well, Silver. I’m proud of you.”
She went perfectly still. Abruptly her whole body stiffened up, and he had to tighten his grip to keep her from tossing herself to the floor. “As if I care? That’s some ego you’ve got, Richter.”
Well . . . he had to admit, that wasn’t at all what he’d expected from her. He gave a curt nod and patted her butt. “In any case, your punishment is served. After you apologize to Sloan—”
Her laugh cut through his dwindling sympathy. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Did you miss the ‘I’d rather take twenty lashes’?”
Stubborn didn’t cover it. She had to be hurting! What was up with the continued defiance? “Silver—”
“Let me up.” She hissed, squirming. “You got your kink on. I’m done.”
“You’re done when I say so.”
“As if! You know, I could use you as a blueprint to build an idiot.”
“Is that so?” He fisted his hand in her hair. “You’ve just earned yourself ten more. Sad thing is, I’d originally intended five because of your lack of experience.”
“Oh yeah?” She wrenched her hair free and turned her head to curl her lips at him. “Well, experience this, asshole.”<
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Bending down, she set her teeth into his thigh.
His pants were thin enough for her to latch onto a nice chunk of skin. But the pain didn’t reach the part of his mind that had locked on to the task at hand. He couldn’t be angry at her, not when she was practically begging for more.
“Twenty it is.”
* * * *
The Dom Who Loved Me
Copyright 2011 Lexi Blake
Sent to steal her secrets, he soon craved her submission.
A routine mission…
Sean Taggart is hunting a deadly terrorist, and his only lead is the lovely Grace Hawthorne. She’s the executive assistant for an employment agency Sean suspects is a front for illegal activities. To get the truth, he is going to have to get very close to Grace, a task he is all too eager to undertake when he discovers her deliciously submissive nature.
…turns into a dangerous seduction
Soon, Grace Hawthorne is living a double life. By day, she is the widowed mother of two college-aged sons. By night, she submits to Sean’s every dark desire. She’s living out her wildest fantasies of pleasure—intimate acts of trust she’s only read about. As passion engulfs her, a murderer strikes, and Grace learns that Sean has a deeply hidden agenda. Will Sean choose his mission and break her heart or be the Master of her dreams?
Enjoy the following excerpt from The Dom Who Loved Me
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What was he doing? He’d thought that he could charm Grace and get the information he needed, but one little encounter with her had Sean panting and thinking in the long term. He’d so much as told Grace he wanted a relationship with her. And he did. God help him, he was crazy about her. It was just one more reason to back off the intimate relationship with Grace.
Sean felt infinitely more in control as he dried off. He shut off the water and stepped into Grace’s delicate, little bathroom. It was a confection of feminine frivolity. He was surprised by it since Grace always dressed so austerely. This was a little peek into her soul, like those hot shoes she wore. Sean smiled at the neatly organized bath salts and bubble bath oils she kept in an antique bin next to the clawfoot tub. There was a stack of paperbacks on the window sill. He could tell from the flowery-looking covers that Grace enjoyed lying in her tub reading romance novels. He looked through the books and quickly figured out they mostly featured BDSM. She would be very interested in what he could teach her. He looked at that tub and pictured her there.
Of course, a tub that big was really built for two.
Not going there. He didn’t need to get his brain caught on the image of lying back in that tub with Grace cuddled up between his legs. He could wash her hair and then allow her to bathe him. Nope. He wasn’t going there.
Sean wrapped the towel around his waist and opened the bathroom door. He’d ask Grace if maybe one of her sons had left behind something he could wear. Anything would be easier than sitting around her kitchen almost naked trying to explain that he didn’t want to have sex with her when his cock so obviously did.
The sight that met him when he opened the door made him stop in his tracks. Every single thought of leaving Grace further untouched suddenly fled as his cock firmly took command.
Grace sat in the middle of her queen-sized bed. She was completely naked and on her knees. Her palms were up, lying on her thighs, and her lovely head gazed to someplace on the floor in front of her. Her eyes were submissively down, and long, auburn locks flowed around her shoulders like a silky waterfall. It was the graceful position of a sub waiting for her dominant partner’s command. Everything inside Sean responded to it. He’d seen submissives waiting for him in this position countless times, but his heart leapt at the sight of Grace. This wasn’t some nameless sub looking for a good time. This was Grace. She’d never sat in this position for anyone else. Just for him.
“Not on the bed, Grace,” he heard himself saying. “When you greet me, you do it on the floor.”
She moved quickly and found the position again. She never looked up at him, merely followed his command. Her red hair flowed freely down her back. It was wild and wavy from the humidity. It went well with her nude body, making her seem primitive and tempting. He took in every inch of her lovely, feminine form. She was petite, but curved in all the right places. Her breasts were large and natural. Her waist flowed gracefully into full hips he could grip while he fucked her. She was the most desirable woman he had ever seen. As though he hadn’t just had an orgasm, his cock fought the cotton of the towel, trying to break free.
He placed a hand on her head and gave up the fight. He would regret it. He knew he would. And he also knew he couldn’t walk away from her. He let the towel drop. “Your form is next to perfect. Straighten your spine a little. Those novels you’ve read seem to have the right idea. Look up at me.”
Her chin came up. Her lovely face was placid. Those big, hazel eyes were perfectly calm, but the slight curve of her lips gave her away. She was thrilled with his response. She’d known what she was doing. His little one was going to try to top from the bottom. It would be an intricate dance between them for power. He was looking forward to many, many years of such a struggle. This was what you didn’t get from a slave, this fire and passion. She would always surprise him. Perhaps it was time to surprise his little sub, too.
“Did you do as I asked?”
She nodded, though a little wariness entered her expression now. “I opened the wine, Sir. It’s on the table.”
Sure enough, she’d followed the letter of his command, but not the intent. The bottle was chilling in a little, silver bucket with two wine glasses beside it on the bedside table. “Grace, I told you I wanted to talk. Did you have any intention of talking to me?”
“Oh, yes.” Her response was bouncy, as though she was happy he’d phrased it in a way she didn’t have to lie about. “I think we should talk.”
He would have to be more direct. He hid the smile that threatened. He was supposed to be in control. “Grace, are you trying to seduce me?”
Now her face fell, and her teeth sank into her full bottom lip. “Can I seduce you?”
He sighed. That was what this was about? Did the woman not have eyes? In the week he’d known her, he’d always had an erection around her. She was his fucking Viagra, and he’d gone way over the “erection lasting four hours” point. He didn’t need a doctor. He needed her. He was far past thinking about the job. He was thinking about Grace.
And he needed to teach his little sub a lesson. “I believe you’ll find you can seduce me, but first things first.” He sat down on her bed. “Over my lap.”
He didn’t miss the hitch in her breath. It wasn’t nervousness.
“I won’t ask again. Right now, it’s a count of five. Every second you delay, I add on to it.”
Grace’s gorgeous, heart-shaped ass was across his lap in no time. Her stomach pressed against his cock. She wiggled a little, trying to get situated. Sean steadied her with his left hand. “Do you know why I’m going to spank you, little one?”
“Because I was trying to manipulate you?”
“No, darling. I’m going to spank you because you’ll like it.” He brought his hand down in a short arc, the sound cracking through the silence of the room. Her skin was so pale it immediately pinkened, and her breath came out in a sweet, little squeal. She squirmed slightly. His hand came down again, on the opposite cheek. “I’ll allow your sounds this time. Know that in the future, I will tie you down and gag you if you disobey me.”
He planted a little slap to the center of her ass then let his fingers slip underneath to make sure he hadn’t misjudged the situation. Sure enough, his Grace was sopping wet and getting more aroused by the second. She liked her spanking. He wasn’t cooling off any either, though. He could feel his cock pulsing against her heated flesh.
He shoved two fingers straight into her cunt. She was so slippery that he slid in unencumbered. He watched her back rise and fall, uneven with every jerky breath. His sweet sub was tr
ying so hard to follow his orders. Her skin was perfectly pink and hot to the touch. She responded so well to his discipline. He would have to be careful when he used a cane or a whip on her. He couldn’t wait to tie her down and put his mark on her. He pulled his fingers out and smacked her ass again two times in quick succession. He was past the point of waiting. He needed her. He lowered her down so she knelt between his legs. Her face came up. She flushed with need. Her tongue darted across those full lips of hers, and Sean’s cock throbbed.
“Open.”
She didn’t hesitate. She opened her mouth and allowed him to thrust his aching dick between her lips. Her tongue came out to swirl around his head, making him groan. He thrust his hands into her hair. Later, he promised himself, later he would spend an evening instructing her on just how he liked his cock sucked, but for now he was overwhelmed with the need to simply use her, to know that she was his.
Why this woman? Why now? He couldn’t lie to himself. Grace did it for him. She was smart and funny and challenging. She was so sexy that he couldn’t think about her without getting hard. How had he ever thought he could play games with her and walk away?
“Wider, Grace, you can take me all the way.” He held her ruthlessly, shoving his cock in and out. He peered down. The sight of his erection disappearing between her lovely lips was just about enough to undo him. When he pulled out, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked furiously trying not to lose him. Her tongue rolled over and over his turgid flesh. He let his cockhead just brush her lips before burrowing back in to that soft place at the back of her throat. One more thrust and he would spill his come down her throat. Sean’s cock came out of her mouth. He wasn’t coming down her throat the first time. He wanted to be buried deep in that wet pussy of hers.
“On the bed. Spread your legs.” His voice was harsh even to his own ears, but Grace didn’t seem to mind. She scrambled up onto her clean, quilt-covered bed, and her legs were splayed in seconds. She was gorgeously spread out for his pleasure. His fist found his cock and stroked it as he prepared to climb on the bed and claim her. He suddenly wanted to punch a wall. “Goddamn it. Grace, I have to go out to the car for something.” He hadn’t intended to make love to her. His condoms were in the car.
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