by Candis Vargo
Taste of Her
Title Page
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
TASTE
OF HER
CANDIS VARGO
Taste of Her
ISBN-13: 978-1522885610
Copyright © 2015 Candis Vargo
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Any questions or comments please contact Candis at [email protected]
DEDICATION
To my mother, who always told me to write this genre though I swore I would never touch it…
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I’ve had a lot of fans and supporters along the way and I owe you all the greatest ‘Thank you.’
Elizabeth, for being all about this book and the meaning behind the Wicked Women series. We are the original Wicked Women.
My husband, for all of the ‘research’ you did for this book…
You two are my greatest support system. Thank you.
CHAPTER ONE
I kept my eyes down as I walked through the freezer aisle, doing my best to avoid any fake smiles or awkward conversations with strangers. I would only look around to find the items I needed or to steal a quick glance at a few random people. When I found the bag of tortellini I needed to make dinner tonight, I let out a groan of frustration.
Of course it would be on the top shelf.
Looking around to make sure no one was in the same aisle as me—I couldn't stand the thought of drawing attention to myself—I placed one foot up on the bottom of the frame, using it to give myself a boost. Even with a few extra inches underneath me, I still struggled to have the tips of my fingers touch the plastic of the bag.
“Ma'am, do you need some help.”
Dropping my foot back to the floor, I flashed my best smile at the man that had just offered to help me. God, the sound of his English accent thrilled me.
“Yes, please,” I looked back to the bag of tortellini, cursing myself for going grocery shopping on a Saturday. I normally didn't have to do my grocery shopping since I had someone that faithfully did it for me...until he recently decided to move half-way across the country. And of course I had to end up doing it on a Saturday since my week was filled with hours that were much longer than usual. Apparently everyone gets married in July because the amount of wedding cakes I worked on the past week was ridiculous.
The man reached up, effortlessly grabbing what I needed from the top shelf. I glanced at his face and the sight of his dark, full lips excited me. His chiseled jaw line was as masculine as his figure. He had a broad nose that led up to his flawless, arched brows. Thick lashes lined the outside of his chocolate-brown eyes.
The deep brown stubble that sat upon his head matched the five o'clock shadow he wore on his face.
As he handed me the bag I was careful not to touch his golden skin. Even though I was a sucker for the darker skin, I hated physical contact more than I did eye contact. It was hard enough for me to hug my own mother, let alone touch a stranger. I'm not a germaphobe, I just don't do...people.
I said, “thank you” and started to push my cart away.
Feeling better that he was behind me, I turned around to get another glimpse of him. His jeans hugged his ass and I could see the muscle formation of his back protrude through his shirt.
Oh, the things I would do to this man...
I could show him things he’d never dream of...give him pleasures like he's never had.
But that could never be. He was just someone in passing and me...well I’m not the average woman. I'm the type of woman that most can't handle. Damn it. Why did Jack have to move away?
I was frustrated, and in more than one way at this point.
At least there was one good thing about it being this Saturday, so it gave me something to look forward to.
Every third Saturday, the private club I belonged to opened its doors to new members. Everyone had to undergo an extensive background check and have several references to become a member, so there weren't many. For years it didn't matter to me though because I never needed anyone new. But with Jack gone...now I do.
That evening I put on my best outfit for the club. Silencio was very particular about the type of clothing its members are to wear so I had an entire wardrobe just for them. On nights like this, black was my go-to color for my shoes so I slid on my velvet, thigh high boots. After I zipped them up I placed something that was near and dear to my heart inside of my left one.
You never wanted to show off your club outfit before you were actually in Silencio, so I put on my light rain trench coat, which hung just below my knees. I buttoned it up and tied the strap around the waist, doing my best to show off my small figure. I worked my ass off for it, so I was sure as hell going to show it off.
I usually didn't like to wear form fitting items because of all the attention it attracts, but at Silencio, I was never afraid to let loose or draw attention to myself. I don't know why...maybe it's because I know they're all like me.
As I walked down the street I did my best to stay in the shadows. I ran my fingers through my black hair, straightening it down the sides so I could try and hide my face as I walked. Outside of Silencio, I was either the quiet girl who kept to herself, or the girl with too much attitude. I just had a short string for obnoxiousness and occasionally have a hard time biting my tongue. I like to blame that on being Latino. We're pretty good at letting you know when you've pissed us off.
When I got to the door at Silencio, I didn't bother showing my membership card. I've been a member for nearly a decade so Ryan, the security guard, knew me well. As with the majority of security guards, he was a big man...whether it was muscle or not, I wasn't sure.
“Come on in, Liz,” he said, a tone of sympathy in his voice.
“Thanks...but lose the tone. Just a new beginning,” I bent my neck back to look up at him and winked as I walked through the door he held open for me. The moment he opened the door music echoed throughout the street. The music wasn't particularly loud like it would be at a dance club, it was more at a comfortable tone where you couldn't really hear it when the doors were closed.
“Go get em, cougar.”
“Hey now, I'm no cougar yet. I have another ten years before you can call me that,” I laughed.
The smell of lilac filled the air. All though Silencio had a strict no smoking rule, scented candles were placed all over. Certain clubs just have a specific smell to them and the candles were a way of masking the smell and adding to the atmosphere.
Inside, I handed Justine my coat and thanked her as she hung it up.
She smiled at me and said, “Just in time. There's a fresh batch at the main bar.”
“Mmm...Hopefully there's some there that are my favorite.”
With my coat off and my overly tight apparel fully exposed, I strutted my way into the main room and glanced over at the bar. There certainly was a variety to choose from today.
“Liz,” a sultry voice called to me.
I glanced in the direction of the voi
ce and spotted Tru walking toward me as she wrapped her golden hair up into a sloppy bun.
“Hi,” I embraced her in a quick hug.
“Nice to see you're wasting no time coming back to fill your appetite.”
“Ha. Needs do need to be met.”
She jerked her head over to the bar, “Well, go pick your poison.”
I met Tru when I first started coming to Silencio's and though we never spoke out of the club, we make it a point to socialize when we were there. She was the type of woman that was the complete opposite of me. The person I was when I was in the club, well that was her in and out of the club, which slightly intimidated me.
“Oh, I plan on it.”
I walked along the length of the bar looking for the perfect one to fulfill my desires. I was particular about what I wanted.
Men and women were on the floor. They sat on their knees, hands behind their backs and heads down. They bared themselves to the entire club. They all sat there, quietly. They knew not to speak unless spoken to.
That was Silencio's...they only chose the best and gratefully required proof of certain test results before joining.
As I slowly walked in front of them, the blood red corset I wore swayed with my hips. The strings that tied it together draped down my ass and dangled over my black leather miniskirt which was almost short enough to show off my womanhood. With each breath I took my breasts pressed against the corset, exposing more of my cleavage.
I needed another man to replace Jack...and the only way to find one was to try them out. I saw one that looked rather appetizing, with his skin slightly darker than mine and oil enhancing his sturdy build. I pulled my crop out of my left boot and traced it along his thick arm. The sight of his arousal from the touch was obvious as his manhood started to rise. I continued to slide the crop up towards his neck and when I came to his chin, I added a little more pressure so he knew to raise his head up and look at me.
The moment he did, my jaw nearly dropped.
I saw that same square jawline earlier in the day.
The look in his honey-brown eyes spoke exactly what his crotch was thinking.
He recognized me just as I did him, and he was as equally excited.
For a moment I thought that maybe it was a mistake...did he really mean to be down there with the others? In the store he didn't seem like the type but I guess that's the beauty of it...you truly can never tell when out in public.
The collar on his neck and the chain that hung from it told me all I needed to know.
Now it was time to take him for a ride and see if he had what it took to be my new Submissive.
CHAPTER TWO
I gave him my best come-hither smile as I reached down and grabbed his chain. Turning away and lifting my hand up on my shoulder, I led him down the back hall. Dim lights lined the walls and they passed several doors, some of which were open. It was nothing to hear the moans of pleasure or catch a glimpse of it through the open doorways. In every room, someone was doing their own type of pleasure and that was normal for us members.
One man’s freak was another man’s kink, I always said.
We passed by Tru who gave a wink at us and said, “You’re in good hands with that one. She’s one of the best.”
I flashed a smile as I entered a vacant room.
After closing the door I asked, “What’s your name?”
I let go of the leash and nodded toward the bed.
Silencio’s didn’t keep any toys there, but you were allowed to bring your own though the only thing I ever brought was my crop. The rooms were simple with one large bed and a stand beside it which held towels. It was only common courtesy to lay the towels under you before you started.
“Jax, ma’am,” he said as he briskly walked over and grabbed a towel off of the stand. He laid it out on the end of the bed and sat on it.
His English accent was still heavy on his tongue, which aroused me.
Someone had to of trained him on how to be a Submissive. Most of the time, people who were new to this lifestyle took it upon themselves to call me Mistress before they earned that right…and the fact that he laid out the towel of course.
“I see my crop excited you,” I ran the length of the black leather through my hand.
“Yes, ma’am, it did.”
I was impressed that he had kept his head down when speaking to me.
“From the sight of you earlier, I’m pretty sure you like my crop.”
I slid the end of my crop up the inside of his thick thigh, closing in on his groin. The only response I received was the twitching in his crotch, which pleased me. I brought the tip of the crop back up and placed it in my hand.
“I am under the assumption that you’ve had some experience, which is a good thing. That means you know what to expect to a certain extent. The only safe word you need tonight is simply the shake of your head. Shake your head no, and I stop. So, let’s play, shall we? “
With those last words he became fully erect, revealing the girth of his cock. The sight made me moist. Regardless of what a woman said, the size always matters.
As most Dom’s, I liked to have my Subs focus on my pleasure. With a good Sub of mine, my pleasure would in turn give them pleasure. Therefore, they had to know how to lick me to orgasm. The more orgasms their tongues could give me in the least amount of time, the better.
I instructed Jax to lay upside down on the bed and without a word he obeyed. With his head at the end of the mattress, I hiked my skirt revealing my bare pussy. Jax licked his lips, anticipating the taste of me. Bringing my knees up on the mattress, I placed one on each side of his head. I sat down, resting my clit on his mouth. Parting my lips with his tongue, he began to sensuously lick me.
I bit back a moan, not wanting to let him know how much I was enjoying it already. The way he flicked his tongue on my clit mixed with the warmth of his breath sent shockwaves to every inch of my body.
Leaning forward, I supported myself by placing my hand on his chest so I could trace his cock with my crop. I was pleased that he was shaved. I pulled the crop back and thrusted it forward, giving him a slight slap on his balls. The pounding of his heart quickened as his body quivered and he let out a muffled groan.
Instantly, I dissolved into pleasure, letting him taste the full force of my orgasm. He didn’t stop licking me until I told him to.
When I moved off of him, he still lay on the bed…arms to his side and his cock still fully erect.
I crawled over and straddled his hips before sinking down onto his cock. Even with him being a well hung man, I was saturated enough to glide him inside of me with ease so I began pounding against his hips.
“You don’t cum until after I do and you have to tell me when,” I purred breathlessly.
Jax nodded his head in agreement as his hands clenched the velvet comforter. As I neared another orgasm I began to ride him more intensely, taking what was mine in this moment.
Staring into the depth of his sinful eyes, I cried out in pleasure.
He grunted as I gave the last few thrusts ensuring my orgasm was complete. His hands bunched up more of the fabric and I knew he was about to explode.
“You ready,” I whispered.
He ferociously nodded his head.
“Say when.”
“Now…Now ma’am!”
I hastily pulled myself off of him and watched as his cock pulsed uncontrollably. His hot fluid sprayed on him as he grunted with both frustration and pleasure.
I always did enjoy watching a man have a ruined orgasm…
After cleaning up we lay on the bed together, side by side but not embracing.
“You’re okay?”
Even if my pleasure was the point I always had to ensure that my Sub—even if it was just a playmate for a night—was okay. I wanted to be sure that they enjoyed the experience and that they never felt like they had to do something they didn’t want to do.
“Yes, ma’am.”
I let out a light l
augh, “You don’t have to call me ma’am anymore tonight.”
“But if it’s okay with you, I’d like to,” his voice was seductive.
I simply nodded in response.
“So, do you come here just to play…or did you come here looking for a Dom?”
The edge of his lips curled up ever so slightly. “I’d like a FemDom, ma’am.”
“You would, would you? So, would you be interested in doing this again?”
“Yes ma’am. Absolutely.”
