Erotic Weekend

by Cheyenne McCray

  EROTIC WEEKEND

  An Ellora’s Cave Publication, January 2005

  Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

  1056 Home Avenue

  Akron, OH 44310

  ISBN MS Reader (LIT) ISBN # 1-4199-0065-X

  Other available formats (no ISBNs are assigned):

  Adobe (PDF), Rocketbook (RB), Mobipocket (PRC) & HTML

  EROTIC WEEKEND © 2005 CHEYENNE MCCRAY

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book may not be reproduced in whole or in part without permission.

  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. They are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.

  Edited by Heather Osborn.

  Cover art by Syneca.

  Erotic Weekend

  Cheyenne McCray

  Dedication

  To all the wonderful ladies of the Chey’s Fantasies chat loop. You rock!

  And to Heather Osborn, a fun editor to work with!

  Author’s Note

  Erotic Weekend incorporates only elements of Domination/submission and BDSM. It is not intended to accurately portray a true BDSM or Dom/sub relationship.

  Chapter One

  She could do this. She could be a submissive for one weekend. Now she just needed to find the right Dom to rock her world.

  In the shadows near the resort bar, Andi Kelly clutched her martini glass so tightly she was afraid the slender stem would snap. The cosmopolitan would hopefully begin its magic soon, allowing her to relax, at least a little. This was her fantasy. She could do it.

  What a way to have great sex, too, without worrying about a relationship. She had a career to think about, and wasn’t ready to commit to any kind of ties. Some men she’d met had wanted relationships—more than she’d been willing to give. That or they’d just wanted to fuck around and use her, and she wasn’t a one-night stand kind of woman. So she’d gotten away from dating, and it had been way too long since she’d been laid.

  Even though this retreat was all about sex, and she was going to be dominated, she’d still be in control. No strings, no attachments, and she’d be able to choose her Dom. Hopefully she’d find one she’d love to have mind-bending sex with.

  Her gaze took in the room filled with seemingly normal everyday people—they could be lawyers, doctors, secretaries, construction workers, computer programmers, waitresses—just ordinary people with one thing in common…

  They were all into kink—BDSM.

  Andi took a bigger drink of her cosmo and the heat of the alcohol burned down her throat to pool in her empty stomach. Oh, she’d be feeling the buzz soon, all right. She needed it if she was going to go through with this.

  The resort’s dimly lit lounge smelled of cigarette smoke, beer and wine, along with the tantalizing aroma of the appetizers displayed on a table along one wall of the room. Hot wings, spinach dip, cheese and crackers… Andi’s stomach growled and she hugged herself with one arm while she took another sip of her cosmo. She was hungry, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to eat—she might throw up, as nervous as she was. Instead she closed her eyes for a moment, listening to the throb of the music, an alternative rock song that pounded in time with her pulse.

  When Andi had told her friend Shelia Tarantino about her fantasy to be a submissive for a night, maybe even a few nights, Shelia had surprised—no, shocked—her by recommending a weekend away at a country club resort…but to its patrons it was known as the Bondage Club. Andi had asked Shelia how she knew about the Club, but her friend had just blushed and shrugged. Apparently Sheila and her new husband were into kink themselves.

  Interesting.

  Andi opened her eyes, took a deep breath, and glanced at the bartender before turning her gaze back to the room. So far she had escaped notice—or maybe her body language had been read loud and clear. Don’t come near me. I’m scared half out of my mind.

  Which wasn’t like Andi at all. Because of her tenacity, her ability to close the deal like no one else could, she had recently been promoted to Vice President of Tarantino Investments. Known as a tough but fair boss, she could run circles around any man when it came to her work. Any man but Derrick Macintyre, that was.

  Andi frowned at the thought of the ruthless investor. He was her equal at the investment firm, also a VP, but his dominating presence made her feel like a novice in comparison. Something about him always made her squirm in her chair at board meetings. She hated how just being in the same room with him made her nipples so taut they ached, and her pussy wet enough to soak her panties. Of course, the fact that he was one of the sexiest men alive might have something to do with that.

  Shoving thoughts of Derrick out of her mind, Andi raised her chin and stepped out of the shadows. This was her weekend to find out what it was like to submit completely and turn over all control to a Dom.

  Why the thought turned her on, she wasn’t sure. Except that maybe she was tired of always being the one in control in her job, in her life. To turn that over to someone else, if only for a weekend, was a fantasy she’d had for a while. At night when she was alone with her vibrator, she would imagine what it would be like to be at a man’s mercy—tied up and forced to do whatever he wanted…

  A tremor of shock rolled through Andi and she froze. Across the room, a tall and powerfully built man stood with his back to her. He was talking to a diminutive blonde who was looking up at him with a sultry expression in her big green eyes.

  Andi narrowed her gaze. It couldn’t be—no. But that dark wavy hair curling just above the collar of his coal gray suit jacket, those broad shoulders and strong hands…

  No.

  Andi took another drink of her cosmo, finishing it off in one gulp. It couldn’t be him. She set the empty martini glass on the bar and started to slink back into the shadows, but the man turned and his gaze met hers. Electricity zinged through Andi’s body, straight to her pussy.

  It was him.

  Derrick Macintyre.

  Derrick’s blood seared his veins as his gaze rested on the beautiful, yet heretofore elusive, Andi Kelly. A slow smile curved one corner of his mouth now that he had her attention. Andi’s almond-shaped brown eyes widened and her lips parted in obvious surprise. She had a deer-trapped-in-headlights look about her as her gaze locked with his.

  Dismissing his former sub without a backward glance, Derrick strode across the lounge, past club members, and straight toward Andi. She took a step back, as if she was about to turn and bolt from the room. He caught her by one wrist, and pulled her to him.

  Before she had a chance to speak, Derrick’s gaze raked her from head to toe. He took in her shimmering curtain of black hair and could just imagine how it would feel sliding over his naked skin. The tiny black dress she wore left nothing to the imagination, including her erect nipples rising beneath the thin material, and the way it clung to the juncture of her thighs. His eyes traveled down long legs that wouldn’t quit, to a pair of sexy high heels. He couldn’t wait to see her in nothing but those heels.

  When his gaze met hers again, Andi tried to wrench her wrist from his grip. “I see you’re just as much of an ass out of the boardroom as you are in,” she said, her head raised and a determinedly haughty tilt to her chin.

  Derrick drew her to him with a jerk and she lost her balance. With a soft gasp of surprise she fell against him, her slender body flush with his. He kept her pressed to him by gripping her ass with one hand. His erection was hard against her softness, and by the color rising in her cheeks he knew she hadn’t had a problem noticing.

  “As feisty as ever, Ms. Kelly.” Derrick lowered his head and drank in Andi’s jasmine perfume and her unique womanly scent. He had always loved how she s
melled. From the first day he had met her, she had driven him out of his mind. “I might just have to punish you here and now.”

  Another soft gasp came from Andi and she tried to pull away from him. When he wouldn’t release her, she tilted her head further back, fire in her dark eyes. “Damn it, Macintyre.” She stomped one high heel onto his shoe. “Let. Me. Go.”

  In a fast motion, Derrick released her wrist long enough to cup the back of her head. He clenched her silken hair in his fist and crushed his mouth to her soft lips, staking his claim, letting her know she was his.

  Andi tried to fight Derrick, her head swimming with shock. But he was too strong, too powerful.

  His kiss was hard, almost brutal. Complete and total domination that took her breath away. She was so surprised that she parted her lips and Derrick took advantage, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. He plunged hard and deep while he clenched his hand in her hair, a man in total control.

  Without even realizing it was happening, Andi began kissing him back, letting her tongue dart into his mouth and then tangle with his. Her fingers scaled his broad chest beneath his suit jacket, and she rested her palms against him, feeling the flex of his hard muscles beneath her hands. His heat radiated through her and the image came to her of the two of them, hot and sweaty, slick flesh against slick flesh.

  And she was moaning. Good God, she was moaning.

  The fierceness of his kiss lessened, but he bit her lower lip hard enough to make her cry out. The pain quickly blended to a sweet kind of pleasure. Before she could recover from her surprise, he thrust his tongue deep inside her mouth again. He tasted of breath mints and the intoxicating flavor of pure male. His hand gripped her hair so hard she could feel it tugging against her scalp.

  In that moment she could see herself submitting to Derrick. On her knees, doing whatever he willed. Her hands tied behind her back while he fucked her mouth with his cock. Him taking her from behind, or fucking her ass. Taking her any way he chose.

  It seemed like the kiss lasted forever. When Derrick finally pulled back, her lips felt swollen and moist, her breath coming in soft gasps.

  She couldn’t take her gaze from his finely chiseled features, the arrogant way one eyebrow rose as he watched her with those incredible blue eyes. The deep and throbbing sound of his voice sent a gush of moisture between her thighs when he said, “You’re mine for the weekend, Andi.” His jaw tightened and his face hardened with absolute seriousness. “You’ll do what I say, when I say, and follow my instructions to the letter.”

  Andi started to shake her head, but his hand clenched her hair too tightly. “You bastard,” she said. Heat rushed through her in a hot blaze. Yet part of her realized that it wasn’t only anger flooding her, it was intense desire. His words had turned her on beyond belief.

  “That will earn you your first punishment.” His gaze narrowed, his look turning darker. “Do you wish to add another?”

  Andi’s jaw dropped. She couldn’t believe this was happening. Derrick, here, at this exclusive BDSM club, and treating her like he was her Dom. And exciting her like no man had ever done before.

  Derrick spoke before she could respond to his punishment remark. “Would you rather be a sub to a strange Dom? Would you rather be fucked by someone you don’t know, Andi?” He brought her even tighter against him, digging his fingers hard into one ass cheek while clenching her hair in his other hand. He had her pressed so tightly against him that her hands and her breasts were smashed against his chest. “I won’t let that happen,” he continued. “I’ve wanted you, waited for you, for far too long to let another man have you.”

  Andi gulped. He had wanted her? Had waited for her? He certainly had never shown it. “I—I don’t know about this, Derrick. You—me—submitting…”

  “Turn over control to me, baby.” He relaxed his hold on her hair and ran his fingers through the shimmering waves. The feel of his fingers skimming through her hair sent tingles of pleasure through her. “This weekend has nothing to do with the outside world. It has to do with you living your fantasy. And you pleasing me in whatever way I choose.”

  Her eyes widened and her fingers clenched his shirt tighter. “How do you know it’s my fantasy?”

  “You’re here.” Derrick moved his finger to her lips, quieting her. “And it’s obvious you’ve never been in a BDSM club before. You’ve stayed hidden in the shadows, clutching your drink like it was a shield. Admit it. You’re here to experience what you’ve always dreamed about. I’m the man who’s going to fulfill that fantasy.”

  Andi swallowed as she stared up at his blue eyes. Deep, endless blue, the color of the Caribbean. Between the cosmo and her desire for Derrick, she was thoroughly intoxicated. She said the only thing she could say.

  “Okay.”

  Chapter Two

  Derrick’s smile was absolutely carnal as he slowly released his hold on Andi. She found that she could breathe again, but her heart was still racing like crazy.

  “Um, where do we start?” If she was going to do this, she was going to do it right.

  He rubbed his hands up and down her bare arms and goose bumps roughened her skin. “Jamie will prepare you for me.”

  “Jamie?” Andi took her hands away from Derrick’s chest. “Aren’t you—I—”

  He gestured behind her and Andi turned and gaped at the sight of a plump and pretty redhead. The woman wore a tight red bustier with her ample breasts practically spilling from it. A short and snug red leather skirt molded her thighs, barely covering her mound, and she wore a pair of red high-heeled boots. But what grabbed Andi’s attention was the red leather studded collar around her neck—and the leash loop attached to it.

  “Master Derrick.” Jamie gave him a deep nod, snapping Andi’s attention back to him.

  “Please take Andi and ready her for me.” His gaze locked with Andi’s and she gulped down a sudden rush of trepidation. “Put her into something tight and black that shows off her assets even better than what she’s wearing.” He reached up to trail his finger along Andi’s jaw to her lips, never taking his gaze from hers. “But leave the heels.”

  Andi trembled, feeling aroused, excited, and frightened all at once. What had she gotten herself into?

  Jamie bowed her head. “Yes, Master Derrick.”

  Derrick leaned over and murmured something to the redhead, then turned and strode away, leaving Andi alone with Jamie.

  Andi watched him walk across the room, pushing his way through the crowd.

  On second thought…

  She took a step forward, feeling the sudden need to follow him. She had to tell him she’d changed her mind. She couldn’t go through with this.

  But Jamie reached out and took Andi by the hand. “Derrick is a good Master. You’ll enjoy this weekend.”

  At that Andi’s attention swung back to Jamie, a strange sense of jealousy surging through her at the thought of this woman being with Derrick. “Were you—are you—having a relationship with Derrick?”

  Jamie laughed. “No. I have served only Master John for nine years. But you know how it is.” She lowered her voice. “All the slaves talk. Derrick’s got a reputation as a strict but fair Dom.”

  A sense of the surreal made Andi’s head spin. This was a lifestyle for Derrick, not just a weekend thing?

  “Let’s get you ready.” Jamie tugged at Andi’s hand, escorting her around the corner from the bar, down a long, richly paneled hallway. The entire place was gorgeous, at least what she’d seen of it so far.

  Andi allowed Jamie to lead her, not knowing what to say or do. Crap, oh crap, oh crap. I don’t know if I can do this.

  But she’d already told herself that she was going to go through with it. Too late to back out now.

  Never letting go of Andi’s hand, Jamie brought them to a stop in front of a huge mahogany door and rapped on it with her knuckles. When no one answered, Jamie ventured in with Andi in tow.

  The door slammed shut behind them with a solid thunk. Andi’s
gaze took in a room that was as tastefully done as the lounge. It was a mixture of mahogany furnishings and walls and furniture with cushions and drapes done in royal blue and slate gray. It smelled of almonds and vanilla, and again Andi’s stomach growled.

  In the center of the room crouched three massage tables upholstered in deep blue leather. Along one wall stood three stalls with drapes in royal blue, and next to them a door opened into a large walk-in closet filled with clothing packed too tightly together to see exactly what was in there. Leather, spandex, and that shiny black latex stuff, were about all she could define. Along another wall were mahogany cabinets and shelves holding a variety of bottles, containers, and strange-looking devices.

  Mirrors covered the other two walls and Andi’s reflection stared back at her. A too-thin woman with small breasts, big brown eyes, and black hair in a wild mass around a pale face.

  The redhead swept her hand out to encompass the room. “This is where new slaves are prepared for their Masters.”

  Andi jerked her attention from the room to Jamie. “Slave? I’m going to be a sub for the weekend, not a slave.”

  The woman laughed and pointed toward one of the curtained stalls. “Pick a changing room. Strip out of your clothing and put it into one of the bags. We’ll have it sent to your room.”

  Andi could only stare at the woman, her heart beating faster than ever.

  Jamie patted one of the massage tables. “When you’re ready, lie down. You may wrap a towel around yourself if you wish.”

  You bet I do. “Is this all necessary?” Andi found herself twirling one of her fingers in a lock of her hair, something she hadn’t done since she was a little girl.

  “Sweetie, you’re going to love it.” Jamie took her by the arm and led her to the closest stall. “Just relax and turn over control. Stop worrying, and start enjoying.”