by Desiree Holt
Nailed
Desiree Holt
Third in the Erector Set series.
Tyler McMann is a Dom looking for a sub in the bedroom who can also match him fire for fire everywhere else. At the private fetish club Finesse, he spots a redhead with a defiant stride and curves that don’t quit. Flame looks like the ultimate Domme, so Tyler’s shocked to discover she’s a switch. Their session together is unexpectedly explosive for both of them.
Tyler comes back night after night to play with Flame. Soon it becomes more than just club scenes but she’s afraid of fallout in her professional life. In her severe business clothes and uptight persona, no one knows about her secret weekend life and she wants to keep it that way. She also can’t risk another destructive relationship with a controlling man like the one who almost destroyed her before. If Tyler finds out who she really is, will he still offer his love and protection and a future together?
NAILED
Desiree Holt
Chapter One
“Busy tonight,” Tyler McMann observed, leaning against the bar in the lounge section of Finesse. “Is it always like this on the weekends?”
Daks, the bartender, nodded. “Man, you think this is busy? This is nothing. A light turnout.”
“Then I’m glad I usually come in during the week.”
Daks cocked a brow at him. “Yeah, that’s right. So what are you doing here on the weekend?”
Tyler shrugged. “I had a very tough couple of weeks out of state and then worked late every night this week catching up on local stuff. Doesn’t leave much room for playtime.” He noticed people taking their coffee or soft drinks and leaving sizable money on the bar. “Better tips than during the week, I see.”
“You know it, even with low alcohol sales.”
Finesse had an unbreakable rule that its members not drink anything alcoholic if they even thought they were going to play. The club prided itself on providing a safe environment for members and guests. People breaking that rule suddenly found themselves on the outside looking in.
“I’ll be sure to take up a collection for you.”
Everyone was aware that Daks, like all employees at Finesse, was very well paid. They were handpicked by the owner and were known for being attentive and discreet. The atmosphere they created was what drew the elite clientele.
Tyler took a swallow of coffee from the engraved mug Finesse used for its coffee service and looked around at the crowd. He’d been a member of Finesse for a long time now, ever since an old college friend had introduced him to the BDSM lifestyle. Neither of his brothers were aware of this, which was one reason why he seldom brought the women he dated to any gatherings.
But he was getting older and changing partners was beginning to wear on him. He wanted someone who not only blended with him in the bedroom but in the other parts of his life. His family didn’t need to know the kind of sex he loved but he certainly needed a woman with a brain and a sense of humor who would be a match for his two sisters-in-law. Both Josh’s wife Vanessa and Alex’s wife Livy were corporate vice presidents. Tough models to live up to but he was sure there had to be at least one woman out there who was aggressive on the outside and submissive on the inside.
The problem was, he hadn’t connected emotionally with any of the women he spent time with. He was beginning to wonder if he ever would.
Finishing the coffee, he tapped his mug on the bar signaling Daks he needed a refill, again scanning the room. People were everywhere, in every available inch of space—on the furniture, even on the floor. Maybe they just put new meaning into the expression “thank god it’s Friday”. He knew after the stressful weeks working the Concordia multiuse development in Wyoming, he needed a break. McMann Development was doing it all, soup to nuts, and the project was a massive one. Tyler had been flying back and forth to supervise, sometimes spending weeks there. This week he happened to be in town and he’d headed immediately for Finesse.
He let his gaze roam over the crowd, the jumble of conversations and sounds buzzing in his ears. All around him people were grouped in pairs and trios, in various stages of undress and activity. He knew that soon most of them would be moving to one of the private rooms. Maybe tonight would be his lucky night.
Something flashed at the corner of his eyes, a bright color and he turned to get a better look. Coming down the hallway where the private rooms were located was a woman who quite literally took his breath away. He figured she was probably five foot six but the four-inch heels on her thigh-high black boots would bring her closer to Tyler’s six feet. She wore only a black bustier, laced in the front, her plump breasts resting on a built-in shelf. Her hair was an astounding shade of deep red and cascaded down her back in rich waves. Curls of the same color peeped out from the edge of the bustier, calling attention to her exposed pussy.
Completing the image was a glittery black mask that covered the upper portion of her face. She looked and walked like the ultimate Domme. He was shocked to see the thin red collar around her neck. Finesse provided collars and cuffs for subs to wear showing they were available. This woman certainly didn’t look like any sub he’d ever been with.
Every bit of saliva in Tyler’s mouth dried up as he stared at her. Where the hell had she been that he’d never noticed her before? At once he visualized her naked, spread-eagled before him as he rammed his cock into her.
Easy, boy.
“Hot, isn’t she?” Daks’s voice held a hint of amusement.
“No shit. Who is she, anyway?”
“That’s Flame. She even makes me drool. And I’ve seen ‘em in all kinds and all sizes.”
“Is she really a sub? She sure walks like a Domme. And dresses like one.”
Daks inclined his head in the woman’s direction. “She’s a switch. Top or bottom. Player’s choice.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
Daks shook his head. “Dead serious.”
“Hmm.” Tyler continued to watch the woman through narrowed eyes. “Might be interesting to hook up with her.”
Daks refilled Tyler’s mug yet again. “She has what you’d call a special situation. You want her, you see Marco.”
Tyler curled his hands around the mug. He wanted to yank the bartender across the polished wood and smack the information out of him. And why did he have to talk to the dungeon master first?
“Yeah? Special situation? Explain that.”
“Okay, okay. Don’t get your shorts in a bunch.” He polished the bar with a soft towel as he spoke. “She’s always fully booked for every night she comes in.”
“Booked? Then why is she wearing a collar that signals her availability?”
“Because she’s so much in demand the owner lets her call her own shots. Even assigned a room just to her on her regular nights.”
Now Tyler really was intrigued. Certain Doms paid for the privilege of always having the same room, but never a sub. Even if she was a switch. She had to be incredibly talented at both ends of the spectrum for that kind of privilege.
“Another thing,” Daks continued. “Her sessions never last more than one hour and she never plays more than twice. She also has the option of cancelling her second scene if the first one wears her out too much.”
“Holy shit! She must really be something. How come I’ve never seen her before? How long has she been a member?”
“Five years.”
“You’re shitting me.” He swallowed the rest of his coffee. “If she’s been here that long I know I’d have run into her before this.”
“She probably hasn’t been here on the nights you come in. She only works weekends and you usually come in during the week. “ Daks frowned. “Why is that, anyway?”
Tyler gave an uncomfortable shrug. “My family doesn’t exactly know what goes o
n in my sex life. Weekends I usually spend with them or hanging out with some vanilla woman who’s appropriate for a double date with one of my brothers.”
“Well, there you go.” Daks paused. “None of my business, and a lot of people feel the way you do, but would your brothers really freak out if they knew about this? Don’t you think they’ll find out eventually?”
“I can’t answer either of those questions. Anyway, at the moment it doesn’t matter because I’m not hooked up with anyone. Not that I haven’t given it some thought.”
“You?” Daks tossed the bar rag onto the shelf beneath the counter. “Don’t take this wrong, but I don’t see you settling down any time soon.”
Tyler swallowed his irritation. He was thirty-six, for god’s sake. Did he have such a reputation as a BDSM player that it was the only way anyone saw him? Of course, he’d had that same opinion of himself until both his brothers had been lucky enough to find women to settle down with. Now a little knot of jealousy had formed, which he kept trying to dismiss.
But he had to admit that the prospect had begun to appeal to him more and more. Especially with this project in Wyoming. How great it would be to come home to a woman who loved him and was as much into the lifestyle as he was. Someone who could make a home for him in and out of the bedroom.
So why was he suddenly fascinated by this woman who was obviously nothing like the subs that attracted him? He was startled to realize she had shifted her gaze to him, their eyes locking for a brief moment. Just as quickly she focused on Marco, across the room, but in that brief moment Tyler had the burning sensation he’d been zapped by a laser.
“Maybe I just need to change my priorities,” he told Daks. “See you later.”
He made his way casually through the lounge area to where Flame stood talking to Marco Alfaro, the dungeon master. Feigning disinterest, Tyler leaned casually against the wall, hands in his pockets, eyes roaming the room. But he was close enough that he could overhear the conversation, despite the low tone of the voices.
“I don’t care what kind of bonus he offers,” Flame said. “Or what his pedigree is. This is the third time he’s a no-show. And I’ve lost an hour out of my schedule.”
“I’ll talk to him,” Marco told her. “Explain to him that a session with you is a privilege and that privilege can be revoked. I’ll tell him this is his final warning.”
Flame shook her head. “You’ve done that already. It’s my choice. Take him off my list.”
Marco nodded. “As you wish. Shall I let it be known you have an opening that you’d like to fill?”
“Mmm, no. I think I’d like to see what’s available first.” She laughed, a soft musical sound. “Maybe I’ll find someone new. My choice, as I said.”
Tyler swallowed a smile. He could easily see this beautiful creature as a Domme, but sub? Not so much. He’d believe it when he saw it. But that gave him another idea. As Marco walked away, Tyler pushed himself away from the wall right into Flame’s path. Through the slits in the mask he saw her emerald-green eyes widen. Her body tensed and she took a step backward.
“We haven’t met, although I can’t figure out why. I’m Tyler.”
“I’ve heard your name.” Her voice was low and husky, the sound like erotic music.
She offered him a tiny smile. “Your subs say you’re very good to them.”
Tyler nodded once in acknowledgment. He was trying to figure out the explosion of chemistry that surged out of nowhere between himself and this woman. When he’d walked into the club his shaft had been at half-mast. Semi-ready, he called it, waiting for someone to bring it to life. Now it was trying to shove its way out of his slacks. His eyes dropped to the curls and the pouty lips of her cunt just barely visible below the bustier. Jesus, he wanted to lie down and order her to sit on his face until he’d satisfied himself.
And her scent. Lord, she smelled like sandalwood and jasmine and cinnamon all blended together.
He could picture her restrained, legs spread apart, rounded ass cheeks a beautiful shade of red from the use of a crop, the liquid of her arousal flooding her pussy and dampening her thighs. He had to grind his teeth to regain some semblance of self-control.
“I couldn’t help overhearing part of your conversation with Marco.”
Her laugh was full-throated and very sexy. “Then you must either have very keen hearing or you were making it your business. With all the conversation and other sounds going on in here right now, I’d imagine accidental eavesdropping would be quite difficult.”
He gave her what he hoped was an engaging grin. “Okay, so maybe it wasn’t so accidental. But what I heard was correct, right? You have some free time?”
“Depending on your definition of free. Why do you want to know?”
Her lips were a full, lush red. Tyler was so fascinated by them he almost missed what she was saying.
“Tyler?”
Her voice broke into the sexual haze enveloping him and he gave himself a mental shake.
“I understand you have special circumstances here, so do you keep your own calendar or does Marco schedule your appointments for you?”
“Both. Depends on the person and what they want.”
“Which category would I fall into? Because I’d like to take whatever you’ve got of your suddenly free hour.”
He was careful with his phrasing. Flame was so different from the subs he was used to, not outwardly subservient. Usually they naturally fell into that persona the moment they arrived at Finesse. But with what Daks had told him about this woman, he figured she reserved that part of her personality for her playroom.
He was very aware of her studying him through the slits in the mask and forced himself to retain his relaxed posture.
“Give me a few minutes and I’ll give you my answer. Where will I find you?”
“I’ll be right here.” He leaned back against the wall again, feigning a nonchalance he didn’t feel. The longer he stood there with her the more his cock throbbed and his balls ached. He wanted her with a fierceness he hadn’t felt in a long time but he was too much the Dom to let her control the situation. Then, because he couldn’t help himself he added, “Unless something better comes along.”
He expected a sharp comeback from her. Instead, she smiled. “Trust me. You won’t find anything better than me.”
With a shake of her head that sent the gorgeous waterfall of red hair shimmering down her back, she strode off to the corner where Marco was watching the room. They stood in conversation for a moment and Tyler had all he could do not to stare directly at them. He couldn’t believe how anxious he was for this woman, how just the sight of her heated his blood to boiling. He wanted to rip off the bustier and expose everything it concealed. Run his tongue over every inch of her skin.
He shifted his gaze and focused on a threesome—two men and one woman—who were occupying the couch just to his right. Both men were seated and the woman was lying across their laps, her legs spread. The man at her hip had his hand inside her cunt and she had her mouth wrapped around the second man. Tyler liked to watch but not nearly as much as he liked to play.
The man with his cock in the woman’s mouth had just climaxed and he could tell the woman was about to reach her own orgasm when he heard that low voice at his shoulder.
“You must tip Marco under the table.”
“Oh?” He looked up and down every inch of her body. “Why do you say that?”
“He seldom gives anyone, Dom or sub, such high marks. You’re either very influential or very good.”
Tyler couldn’t help the wolfish grin. “Definitely very good.”
She cocked her head. “Well then. I have a little more than thirty minutes free. Shall we see if you live up to your reputation?”
“That doesn’t give us a lot of time,” he protested. He had so many things he wanted to do to her. With her. Her light scent, sandalwood and something indefinable, drifted across his nostrils and he had to stop himself from drawing in a
long breath.
“If you’re that good,” she teased, “you should be very inventive, too.”
“Oh, I am. Definitely.”
She led him down the short hallway to the last room on the right, swiped her key card and opened the door. When he stepped inside Tyler’s senses were immediately swamped by the same scent that enveloped Flame, only here it was stronger. He closed the door behind him and studied the room.
Thick navy carpeting on the floor complemented the soft blue walls. At various points manacles hung on chains from the ceiling. There was every possible kind of equipment available and ready to use, and a carved chest that he was sure held whatever toys a person would need. Flame was obviously well-grounded in BDSM and had prepared her room for every eventuality.
He waited, watching her to see what she would do next. Waiting to see which Flame would appear. He liked a kickass woman but not in the bedroom. There she had to be strong but submissive. He held his breath as he waited.
Finally she turned to face him and gracefully dropped to her knees, hands behind her back, eyes lowered in the typical submissive pose. His heart began to pound in anticipation. Especially with her next words.
“I am yours, Master. Tell me how I may please you?”
Chapter Two
Flame waited with barely leashed impatience. Her heart pounded with anticipation and the pulse in her womb throbbed insistently. She knew how wet she was, even spilling onto her inner thighs. The instant sexual attraction between them was so explosive it nearly shattered her control. She would need to guard herself with him even as she craved what she hoped he could give her.
Despite what she had said to Tyler, she knew all about him. Did he not know women talked? Nearly every sub who came to Finesse, at least the ones she knew, described him in such ecstatic terms she began to wonder if the man was real. No one could be that masterful, that inventive, that sexually satisfying and still have a tender side to him. Especially after she heard some of things he liked to do with his subs.
