by Vi Keeland
“For an innocent, you are exceedingly wet,” he reprimanded.
She whispered, “You have that effect on me, Sir.”
Blood rushed to his cock as he continued to stroke her from the inside. He was immediately taken back to their first time together…Brie crying out his name as he fucked her virginal ass. It was not a memory he needed if he planned to keep control. “Khan,” he corrected forcefully.
She blushed, realizing her error. Thane knew Brie took her submissive role seriously and was confident she would not make the mistake again. He reached further in to caress her G-spot.
Brie shook her head, trying to control the fiery sensations he knew he was creating. “No, no…” she whimpered, keeping in line with her virginal character.
But Thane would have none of it. He wanted her orgasm. “Do not deny me.”
She looked up into his eyes when she came around his finger. His cock twitched in response, longing to join Brie in her release as her pussy milked his middle finger.
His body demanded entrance into her dripping paradise.
He mastered the desire before pulling his finger from her wet cunt. He brought it to his lips and licked her essence—pure ambrosia, that salt-honey taste of her. He looked Brie in the eye, denying the lust raging inside him. “Sweet as an innocent should be.”
Thane instructed her to dress, needing to separate himself from her. He tied her hands behind her back again, noting the shiver that ran through her when they touched. When the limo pulled up to the opera house, he placed the fur over her shoulders and helped Brie out of the car, commanding that Adams follow.
There was something divinely wicked having his sub bound in public amongst the unsuspecting populace. A feeling of power he found quite addicting.
He walked her to their boxed seats and ordered her to sit in the chair closest to the stage. Although they were not there to watch the performance, he was curious to see what her reaction would be. A lover of the art, he secretly hoped she would be as enamored by it as well.
He slid the fur from her shoulders, untying her wrists afterwards. “Have you been to an opera before?”
“Khan, may I be brutally honest?”
“Yes,” he answered with a smirk, curious what she would say.
“I have avoided them. I’m not into foreign singing.”
It pleased him that she was an opera virgin. “You have done yourself a grave disservice, girl. Have you heard the story of Madame Butterfly?”
“I only know it ends sadly.”
He nodded his head, pushing back the images of his father. “Indeed. Unrequited love that ends in tragedy…”
Thankfully, the lights went down and the opera began, distracting him from the unwanted thoughts. His eyes were trained on her as she watched. Her slight smile, the way she shifted in the chair, and the tears in her eyes spoke to an understanding of the art.
It surprised him that he felt only anger at the discovery—a deep resentment that this girl could never be his.
“Girl,” he commanded.
Brie was so wrapped up in the opera that she’d forgotten her place and did not hear him.
“Girl!” he barked.
She turned to him and looked mortified, realizing her oversight. “Yes, Khan?”
He suddenly had a change of plans and ordered, “Over my knee, now.”
As Brie lay herself over his thighs, his cock hardened in response. He pushed up the skirt of her dress to expose her naked ass. He lightly caressed her buttocks. Although she deserved punishment, he humored himself by playing with her fine ass instead.
Thane lifted his hand and felt her tense. He hesitated, wanting to draw out the anticipation of the first swat. It landed solidly, and her buttocks reverberated with the contact. He was slow and controlled, wanting to simply arouse, but damn…he desired to possess her body and soul.
He grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled her head back, kissing Brie with all the passion he had been fighting. She responded, melting into his kiss, inviting him to consume her.
Thane pulled away abruptly, unwilling to give in.
“Stand.”
He went back into his trainer mode, moving the chairs to the side and commanding her to lie on the floor. He lay beside Brie and unzipped her dress. Doing this in the theater added an element of risk and exposure he knew she would enjoy.
Thane watched her chest rise and fall rapidly as he unclasped the front of her bra and freed her exquisite breasts. He caressed them lightly, confident his touch was driving her mad.
He nodded to Adams and the boy knelt down between her legs, unbuckling his belt. Thane noticed her look of hesitation and understood the reason. Her need for him was tarnishing the scene.
He bent down to suck on her nipples, fingering one tight bud while he suckled the other. Her whole body stiffened when Adams readied to take her. Thane stopped what he was doing and instructed huskily, “Let him touch you.”
Her body relaxed immediately. He appreciated her obedience and leaned over to nibble her breasts, but felt her tense again. Thane glanced down and saw Adams tasting her. He shut down the unwanted emotion boiling up inside him. He would not allow anything to interfere with her fantasy, not even his own unwarranted jealousy.
“Prove yourself worthy of your Khan’s attention,” he commanded.
Brie gazed longingly into his eyes. He kissed her and whispered, “Let him claim your innocence.” She opened herself to the boy and allowed herself to be taken. Thane ravished her then with fingers, mouth and tongue. If he could not possess her body, then he would possess her spirit while Adams enjoyed her.
When Brie moaned into his mouth, Thane lost himself. It was his cock diving into her forbidden depths. It was his thrusts pounding the message of his total possession of her. She was his, and his alone…
“I want you to come for him,” he growled as he locked lips with her again. He felt Brie’s body stiffen just before it shuddered in a powerful release. Chills coursed through his own body at the soul-level connection created by their exchange.
He pulled away, shocked by it. Thane quickly returned to his role of Master, shutting down the unfamiliar sensation. He helped her dress before the lights turned on for the intermission. Brie had caused a stirring in him that was utterly disconcerting, but it was also… intriguing.
Knowing that the final act would soon be starting, Thane informed her, “We are done here, unless you want to watch Butterfly commit jisatsu.” He chose to dismiss Adams, giving into his desire to explore their connection further—alone. Thane knew he was playing with fire, but when would he have the chance again?
Thane escorted Brie to the limousine, and had to adjust his cock in his pants before bending down to enter the vehicle. He had never experienced such unrestrained desire for a sub, and felt a check of caution.
He heeded the warning and directed his driver to head back to her apartment. Thane buckled her in and chose to sit opposite of Brie, far enough away to remain aloof.
It pleased him to see her covert glances, Brie’s desperate attempts to gauge his mood. It was enjoyable to keep her guessing. “What did you think of the opera, girl?”
“It was more beautiful than I expected…” she murmured, then Brie smiled seductively for emphasis, “and far more exciting, Khan.”
Her eyes were pools of desire… desire he no longer wanted to resist.
Thane instructed calmly, “After I untie you, remove your dress and bra. Brace your waist against the seat. I don’t plan to be gentle.”
Brie followed his instructions and laid her stomach against the seat with her legs spread wide for him. Her pink pussy, wet and inviting—begging for fulfillment.
He grabbed her mound possessively. “Mine!” He caressed her skin, appreciating the smoothness, committing the feel of her to memory. He took it a step further, grabbing her ass with one hand while he rubbed his shaft against her moist outer lips.
All reason left the moment he looked down and imagined his c
ock buried deep inside her. He’s denied himself the pleasure for too long… he’d come too close to the flames and now he must burn, no matter the consequence.
“You want this, girl?” he growled as he moved into position to thrust.
“Yes! Love me hard, Khan!”
Love…
He pushed away from her, that word searing into his heart like a brand. “I do not love,” he announced angrily, moving back to his seat. A cascade of memories flooded through him with the declaration of that simple word. With determination, he compartmentalized the unwanted visions and the excruciating pain they evoked.
Once again, he was the trainer, the Master of the scene.
However, he still seethed inside. Thane had set up the evening specifically to avoid complications—and now this. What was it about the girl that caused him to disregard his plans so readily?
Thane stared hard at Brie, noting something in her eyes that unnerved him. With a calmness he did not feel, he lectured her. “Miss Bennett, you cannot confuse the emotions of a scene for real life.”
“Sir, I…”
“Enough. We are done for the evening.”
A stifling silence filled the void, but it was what he needed. Thane was incapable of conversation. He was in the midst of an inner battle, keeping the demons of his past at bay. But he felt for Brie. The pain and uncertainty expressed in her gentle face cut like a knife. He had failed her this evening.
When the limo pulled up to her apartment, he explained, “Although the fur comes with me, the rest is yours to keep.” The pearls had been meant as a lasting reminder, but now he knew they would hold no value for her.
“Have a good evening, Miss Bennett.”
“Thank you, Sir,” she replied respectfully, despite her obvious disappointment.
Always my obedient sub, he thought wistfully.
She left the limo, giving him a last lingering look. He felt the urge to call her back, but refrained. It was better to leave. He could not trust himself around her.
As the limo pulled away he glanced back, admiring the glow of the moonlight accentuating Brie’s feminine silhouette.
Truly, a goddess among women…
A goddess Thane ached to possess.
Thank you for joining me on Brie’s journey into submission. I have enjoyed sharing my world with you. ~ Lady Red
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Hot Ink
Inked in the Steel City Book 1
Ranae Rose
Hot Ink
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Hot Ink
Mina never meant to fall for her sexy tattoo artist, Eric, or to become a model. But when she’s asked to pose in a photo shoot for the Hot Ink tattoo studio, she can’t say no. She finally gets a look at Eric’s tattoos when they’re cajoled into posing together, and in a few breathtaking moments, an on-camera kiss turns the passion they’re asked to fake into something very real, leaving them both wanting more. The only problem is that Mina’s not the glamour girl she looks like on the Hot Ink posters, or even in a tattoo magazine. She’s only twenty-four, but being the sole guardian of her disabled younger sister has left her feeling much older. Will Eric still be interested when he gets to know the girl behind the ink and the make-up and finds out that she and her little sister are a package deal?
Book 1 in the Inked in the Steel City Series
“A delightful story of love, tattoos, responsibility, fate and taking chances.”
–Manic Readers
“Need an afternoon full of sexy ink and sensual romance? Then you need Hot Ink.”
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Chapter One
“Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.”
A sensual shiver raced down Mina’s spine as Eric settled his hands on her side and metal hummed as the needle bit into her skin. It started as a dull burn and increased in intensity as the force of the tattoo gun sent vibrations through her ribs, hammering against them more times than she could feel, let alone count. Eventually he paused to wipe excess ink away with a clean towel.
“I don’t know how you can stand it,” Karen said, her auburn ponytail swinging around her jaw as she shook her head, pressing her fingertips to her temples. “Doesn’t it hurt?”
Mina wore her dark brown hair loose around her shoulders. She closed her dark eyes as the pain intensified and gave a ghost of a nod. The gesture was the best she could do considering that she was lying on her side, which put her cheek flush against the vinyl headrest of the tattoo chair. “Yes.”
“I think I’d pass out if it was me,” Karen sai
d.
Eric started again, keeping the towel at an arm’s length as he applied the gun to Mina’s ribs.
“Actually, I think I might pass out anyway.” Karen leaned against the wall, tilting her head back and closing her eyes.
Mina clenched her jaw as Eric hit a particularly painful spot. The tiny needle felt more like a chisel pounding away at her rib. “It’s not that bad.”
Karen opened her green eyes and narrowed them as she watched Eric labor over Mina’s side, carefully filling out the outline he’d inked into her skin days ago. “I’m not convinced.”
Mina was about to take back what she’d said when Eric stopped, mopping her side with the towel again. “Do you need to take a break?” he asked.
“I’m all right,” Mina replied. The large, ornate tattoo would never get finished if she took a break every five minutes. “I think Karen might need some fresh air, though.”
Karen shook her head. “I’ll be fine as long as you don’t come near me with that thing.” She eyed the tattoo gun Eric held as if it were a venomous snake that might strike out at her.
“Deal,” he said. “Though I can’t promise the same for Mina.”
Mina’s heart fluttered, and not just because the whir of the skin-piercing needle had started up again. The sound of her name escaping Eric’s lips captured her attention, distracting her from the pain of being tattooed – for a moment, anyway. She stole a glance at him, peering under her arm, which he’d instructed her to hold stretched over her head in order to keep her skin taut.
He was so hot. She hadn’t known that when she’d chosen him to do her tattoo. She’d browsed online for hours before finally selecting him because of the impressive work displayed in his online showcase. The website had included a picture of him, but he’d been bent over a client’s arm, half his face hidden beneath a crop of short black hair that had just a hint of a wave to it. She’d forgotten her own name for half a moment when he’d introduced himself to her in the tattoo shop days ago, meeting her surprised stare with a pair of gorgeous sky-blue eyes. She’d been back almost every day since, and each time she went home sorer but happier. Her tattoo would be finished within the next few days.
