by Ashe Barker, Lily Harlem, Katy Swann, Wendi Zwaduk, Lucy Felthouse, Dolly Watt
“Then we’re even. I need to go.” She ducked under his arm. “Excuse me.”
“Sadie.”
She couldn’t handle his rejection. Not now. Sadie escaped to the privacy of her car and blinked back tears. Damn it. How did he have this kind of power over her? He managed to make her cry without really doing anything wrong. And she kept letting him win!
A shadow darkened her car window. “Sadie.”
She rolled down the glass. “Elias, leave me alone.”
“No.” He opened the car door. “You’re hurting and you’re upset. Come inside. We’ll talk. I think we need to anyway.”
“About what?” she snapped. “There’s nothing to say. You spanked me at a club, I got off and so did you. Pretty cut and dried to me.”
Elias tugged her to her feet, then rolled the car window shut. “I can’t stop thinking about you. Mask or not, I want you. Now do you see why we have to talk?”
Chapter Four
Admitting the truth felt good—but scary as hell. Elias exhaled, then let go of Sadie. He’d held her too tightly. Shit. From the wild look in her eyes, she wasn’t too thrilled with him.
“What did you say?” she whispered.
“Please come inside with me.” He gestured to the restaurant. “We can go upstairs to the lounge and talk. No expectations.” But God, he couldn’t let her go—not yet.
Sadie grasped her keys and purse, then snatched her apron from the front seat. “I can go at any time?”
“Yes.” Although she’d take a chunk of his heart with her if she did.
“Fine.” She closed the door then pressed a button on her key fob. The lights on the car flashed and the vehicle beeped. Sadie clutched his arm as he walked back into the building.
Neither of them said anything until they’d ascended the stairs and entered the lounge. Sadie brushed past him and stood behind one of the recliners.
“Why exactly do you and Sean have recliners in the lounge?” she asked. “And when did the restaurant get a lounge?”
“When Sean and I started Delight Tonight, we alternated shifts. One night he’d stay until the money was counted and we’d properly closed. I’d do the same the next night. We ended up staying late enough that instead of driving home, we brought the chairs up here. We’d crash and in the morning start all over again downstairs.”
She dug her fingers into the cushioning. “Makes sense.”
“Sometimes I do.” He wanted to cross the room and hold her. The way she hid behind the chair reminded him of a scared rabbit.
“If you can’t stop thinking about me, then why didn’t you say something in the club?” She stared at him. “I get the feeling there’s more to this story.”
“You’re right. There’s lots more.” He sighed. She’d have to find out sooner or later. “The trips to Push started out as a means to let off steam. No commitments. But last night when I met you, you intrigued me.” Might as well be honest. “I didn’t know who had been sending me the drinks, but I liked the attention. When you came to me and we played, I realized what I’d been missing—someone who shared my kink and wouldn’t reject me. You.”
Her grasp on the cushion loosened a bit. Her keys and purse slid onto the chair seat. She placed the apron on top of the other items. “I’ve been in the office too long. When I used to work the bar, I knew everyone here and exactly what went on. I was the nice guy to Sean’s abrasiveness. Everyone thinks Sean’s the hard ass. He never talks and always looks pissed.”
“Except around Roxy.”
“True enough. She’s his fiancée.” Elias rounded the chair and perched on the arm of the furniture. “Where he’s tough, I’m not. I like to talk. I can take charge when I have to, but I’d rather have a good time.” He folded his hands on his lap. “A year ago, I was dating a woman who pretended to like the kind of play you and I do. She lied to me. Because of her deception, I refused to trust anyone. I went to the club and kept my partners at arm’s length so I could insulate myself. I hid in the office for the same reason. Sean said it was for better business and I think he knew all along—he’s smart that way. Then I played with you last night and things changed.”
“Me?”
“You’re the one indulgence I’ve allowed myself since her.” He kept his gaze on her. “I want to get to know you. I want to find out what makes you tick and what gets you hot.”
“Elias.” Sadie inched out from behind the chair and crept over to him. She reached out to him, then hesitated. “You’re—you’re my boss.”
“I know, hon.” He balled his fists to keep from grasping her hand. “Being together is probably wrong, but you’re right for me on so many levels.”
She touched his face, trailing her middle finger over the upper swell of his cheek. “I knew what I was getting into when I saw you at the club. You’re a hard man to forget.”
“You knew?”
“That’s probably why your words hurt so much.” She bridged the gap between them. If he tugged on her waist, he’d have her on his lap. Sadie traced the line of his lips with her index finger. “You wanted someone like me, but not me.”
He wrapped his arms around her. “Give me the chance to be with you—no masks—and I bet we can find something pretty great together.” She was the sweet but saucy submissive he’d wanted all along. Could he open his heart and allow her to love him the way he needed? He sure hoped so.
“You want to be my Dom?” She rested her hands on his shoulders. “The only one I play with? I’m not sure I can share.”
“I don’t want to be shared.” He eased his knee between her legs, rubbing her pussy with his thigh. “But I do want you.”
Sadie groaned. “Is there somewhere we can play besides up here?” When she swayed into him, her hair slipped over her forehead.
“My place.” Elias kissed her, needing to taste her honey sweetness. Down in his soul, he knew who his heart belonged to—her. He’d fallen for her as S and admired her as Sadie, but having her in his arms was even better. No barriers, no secrets.
“Give me an extra half hour.” She eased back in his embrace. “I need to get something.”
“Not your mask, I hope.”
“No. Something better.”
Elias spanked her through the denim. “I suppose. You do know how to get to my condo, right? I’m in the Evergreen development. Number four.”
“I can find it.” She sank onto his lap. “You’re my one decadence. I lost my head last night when I was with you. Don’t make me regret this decision.”
“Never.” He kissed her one more time, then allowed her to leave. Not that he’d leave her alone in the parking lot. Not at this hour. The restaurant wasn’t located in a bad part of town, but still. Walking around after one in the morning wasn’t smart. He locked the rear door of the restaurant, then escorted her to her car once more.
Elias followed Sadie until she turned off the main road onto one of the side streets. He continued on to his condo. His heart beat wild in his chest. He’d found her. He’d found his mystery woman and she was even better than he’d imagined. She was Sadie. Hot damn.
He parked, switched off the engine, closed the garage, then hurried into the condo. If he kept moving, he could manage a shower in less than ten minutes. He stripped, then jumped in the shower and washed away the grime of the restaurant on his skin. When he touched his cock, he imagined Sadie between his knees. He shivered. He’d have to wait, but when they finally made love… He’d be in heaven. He dressed and pulled two silk neck ties from the hanger. He’d need the ties later. Once he’d finished dressing, he headed back into the main part of his condo.
Lights flashed in the living room. Sadie. Elias raced to the door. Giddiness and excitement filled his brain. She was there. He twisted the knob.
“Miss me?” Pam waited on the front porch. Her strapless floral dress hugged her scant curves in all the right places and accentuated her breasts. Before, her presence would’ve elicited a response within him.
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bsp; “What-what are you doing here?” He gripped the handle. “Why?”
“You must’ve missed me.” She smiled then stepped into his personal space. Her perfume gagged him and the bright crimson on her lips didn’t turn him on.
“No, I didn’t.” He refused to back up and give her the satisfaction.
“How have you been?” She pursed her lips and batted her thick lashes. “Still at the restaurant?”
“It’s nearly two in the morning. Don’t you have somewhere to be? Like not at my condo.” He refused to put his hands on her, but damn, he wanted to move her out of the way.
“We fly by night, you and I. This is our hour.” She slurred her words just a tiny bit. “Let me in.”
“No. Have you been drinking?” He didn’t smell alcohol on her, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t had a few to drink.
“I never drink when I play and I came to play.” She grasped the front of his shirt. “We were good together once. We can be again.”
“Only if I bow to you. I’m not a sub.” When he glanced over her shoulder, another car pulled up. This one parked on the street. Shit. Sadie. What the hell was he going to say to her?
Sadie climbed out of the small car and wrapped her coat tighter around her body. She strode up to him, teetering on high heels. His cock throbbed. He loved it when his woman wore stilettos. The shoes accentuated her legs just right. Sadie smiled, then curled one arm around his waist.
“Hello, darling.” She kissed him on the cheek. “Are you ready?” She seemed to pay no attention to Pam. “I am.”
“Would you excuse me?” he said to Pam, then turned his attention to Sadie. “I am ready.”
“Oh no.” Pam slapped Elias’ chest. “This isn’t going to happen.”
“I’m sorry.” Sadie smiled, then placed herself between him and Pam. “Your services are no longer needed. He’s not accepting new subs at this time.”
“New subs?” Pam spat. “I’m a Domme.”
“Oh, then you’re definitely in the wrong place. Good evening.” She turned Elias around, then headed into the condo and shut the door.
“You can’t do this to me,” Pam screamed. “He’s mine.”
Elias leaned against the door. “Sorry,” he murmured. “Now you’ve met my ex.”
“She’ll tire out.” Sadie shrugged. “I feel for her. She knows what she’s lost and since she can’t get you back, she’s mourning that loss.”
“She’ll probably destroy your car before she leaves.” He moved the curtain on the front window aside enough to peek out onto the front lawn.
“I’ve got insurance and there are security cameras all over this street.” She winced as Pam’s driver’s side door slammed. “There she goes.”
Pam zipped down the street, her tires screeching as she turned the corner.
“I’m sorry.” He wasn’t sure what else to say.
Sadie twisted the lock on the front door. “No need.” She untied the belt of her coat, then allowed the garment to slide down her shoulders until the coat plopped onto the floor around her feet.
Her dress hugged her curves and emphasized her breasts. The halter style gave her support, but still showcased her lack of undergarments. Holy hell.
Sadie offered her hands. “Sir, I’d like to play. My safeword is bolt, but I’m not planning on using it. I’ve been a very bad girl tonight. I forgot my panties.”
Elias pulled one of the neck ties from his pocket, then wrapped the silk around her wrists. “Do you agree to be my pet? To allow me to bring you to orgasm and to trust me to follow your boundaries?”
“Always, Sir. I’m yours.”
He’d longed to hear those exact words. He looped the extra neck tie around her bound wrists and led her into the bedroom. Sadie was simple, but, like her silk dress, elegant.
“Bad girls need to be punished.” He sat on the edge of the bed and patted his lap. “I want you across my legs. You know what to do.”
Sadie leaned over and eased onto his lap. Her short skirt rode up, exposing the lower swell of her ass.
“You’re toying with me.” He moved the silk off her butt, exposing her from the waist down. “One day I’ll get you a whole assortment of toys. For now, you’ll have to take my hand on your ass.”
“Yes, Sir. Please, Sir.” She groaned and wriggled on his thighs.
Elias peppered her bottom with spankings, covering her ass. Her skin darkened to a bright pink and shimmered. With each slap, she yelped, but didn’t ask for her safeword.
“How do you feel, love?” He smoothed his palm over her butt, calming her. “Good?”
“Thank you, Sir. You’re too good to me.” She planted her knee on the bed, opening her legs to him. “More?”
He spanked her hard, once on each ass cheek, then returned to smoothing circles on her hot skin. She moaned and flexed her fists.
“Are you wet for me?” He eased one finger between her legs, then between her cunt lips. Her juices slickened his way. “Naughty girl. You’re getting off on my spankings?”
“I am, Sir. I love it, Sir.” She arched her back, pushing her ass in the air. “More?”
“You need a rest. Your poor skin reddens so easily.” He patted her hip. “Up.”
“Sir?” She wobbled to her feet and her hair fell in front of her eyes. Her dress slipped back into place, covering her pussy.
“This won’t do.” He reached behind her neck and untied the straps of the dress. The garment slid down her body and pillowed at her feet, leaving her nude. He gasped. She had the body of a goddess. “Better,” he growled. “Makes me want to fuck you.”
“Please do, Sir.” She smiled and her innocence shone through.
“Not yet.” He sat back down on the bed, then turned her around so she had her back to him. Elias eased her onto his lap and gathered her to his chest. “I’ve been dying to kiss you since we left the restaurant.” He pressed his mouth to her neck and wrapped his arms around her.
“Sir.” She rested her head on his shoulder, offering up her breasts.
Elias cupped her tits, loving the way her nipples beaded. “You were made for me,” he said against her neck. He pinched her nipples and rolled the tight buds between his index fingers and thumbs. When she moaned and ground her hips against his crotch, she drew a groan from deep in his chest.
“Thank you, Sir.” She writhed on him. “Sir.”
He dug his teeth into the soft skin where her shoulder and neck connected. She needed a collar and fast. He wasn’t about to share her with anyone. “Who do these tits belong to?” He tugged on her nipples once more, then smoothed both hands between her legs.
“You, Sir.” She parted her thighs. “I’m yours.”
“Good girl.” He swatted her inner thigh. “Still wet for me?”
“Yes, Sir.” She moved his hands to her crotch. “I’m ready for you, Sir.”
He speared his index finger between her slick pussy lips. Damn, she was ready. He tapped her cunt lips, careful to make the action sting but not hurt her more than needed.
“Sir.” She dug her ass into his groin, sliding his denim-covered cock between her ass cheeks. “Do that again. Feels good.”
“I’m pushing you.” He swatted her pussy again, then tweaked her clit.
She tensed on his lap, but didn’t relent. This time he ratcheted up the tension and slapped her cunt lips three times in quick succession. She moaned and her hands clenched.
“Am I taking this too far? Pushing you too much?” he whispered in her ear. “Tell me.”
“No, Sir. I like it. Too much, I like it.” She whimpered and her foot bobbed. “I’m right there, Sir. Oh.”
Right there? Good, but she wasn’t about to come without his permission. He slapped her cunt once more, then rubbed and smeared her cream all over her pussy. He stopped short of penetrating her with his fingers.
“Please, Sir. Fuck me with your hand. Please?” she begged. Her voice cracked. “I need it. I need you.”
“No.�
� He swatted her hip. “Up.” His cock damn near pressed straight through the zipper of his jeans. He needed to be inside her—now.
Sadie froze. Was she unable to do as asked? He very much doubted that. When she finally moved, she swayed. Elias steadied her with one arm and turned her around. He bent her over with her ass in the air. With her wrists still tied, he planted her hands together on the mattress and she kept her feet on the floor. “That’s a good girl.” Her pussy gleamed with her juices.
Damn. He licked his lips. He’d made love to her in his dreams and had hoped this day would come. Now he was about to get his moment. He retrieved a condom from the dresser then opened his fly. He stroked himself a couple of times before he donned the rubber. He wasn’t going to last long, although he wished he could. But they’d have time for a longer session later. Time to make her his.
Chapter Five
Sadie kept her feet on the floor and exhaled, waiting for him to make them one. She didn’t have to wish for Elias to notice her. She’d made the move to tell him, and how right she’d been, even if at the time she’d been afraid to be honest. She’d have missed out on so much.
“Do you want this? My cock inside you?” He caressed her ass. “Or should I punish you again?”
“You’re punishing me by making me wait.” She backed up, trying to find him. “I will. I’ll beg.”
“You will.” He eased into her, inch by inch, filling her until the zipper of his pants scraped against her pussy lips. The abrasion added to her pleasure, bringing a different sensation.
“Thank you, Sir.” She clenched her teeth, but couldn’t hide the continued whimpers. He wasn’t hurting her. Hell no. Her synapses misfired and her mind went blank. Her limbs refused to cooperate and without his help to stand, she might have fallen over.
“You are mine.” He punctuated each word with a thrust into her body and a slap on her ass. Her senses overloaded. She tried to meet him thrust for thrust. She shivered and tensed from within.
