"Good girl."
Flicking the button on his pants, he gripped the zipper and slowly, oh so slowly, dragged it down. He watched the reactions flash over her face with fascination. Never had he seen a woman look so hungry for him. He wanted to beat his chest and scream like a Neanderthal. What the fuck was this woman doing to him?
Lifting his cock out, he shrugged his pants down. He never wore underwear, especially when he knew he was entertaining a lady. Fisting himself, he ran his hand up and down, up and down, paying special attention to the head. He felt like it would pop off at any second.
Jesus Christ. He hadn't been this aroused since high school.
Gritting his teeth, he gripped the root of his cock, held it firm and straight, pointing it at Tessa. “Come over here. Get down on your knees and suck your master's cock."
Her eyes widened. For a brief second, he thought she was going to refuse. Not taking any chances he repeated, “Get down on your knees and suck your master's cock, slave.” He kept his tone even yet commanding. Even now, this was a choice. A choice she had to make. If she complied, Tessa's submissive streak would be satisfied. It she refused, their arrangement was over.
She padded over to him, staring into his eyes for a heartbeat before sliding sinuously to her knees. Luc moaned as she pursed her lips over the head of his cock and blew gently. His dick twitched in response. She slowly lowered her mouth. Her tongue snaked out to lick the pre-cum that had gathered at the head. He fisted his hands by his sides, determined not to touch her lest he break the spell. Wrapping her delicate fingers around him, she lowered her mouth. The first feel of her lips made his body jerk. Her mouth—warm, wet and so fucking inviting.
She sucked him like a pro. Twirling her talented tongue around and around the head, using the devastating combination of hand and lips, twisting and turning, fondling his heavy sacs with the right amount of pressure. He felt his balls tighten and fought back the pressure by gripping a handful of her hair. He massaged her scalp, and her lips slid down his cock, eager to take more.
"That's it. That is so fucking good. My little submissive loves her master to fuck her face."
His crude words made her moan, and he felt it right through his body. Unable to stand it any longer, he gave one mighty groan and threw back his head. His body jerked and tightened as he spewed hot, jetting cum into her willing little mouth. She swallowed every drop. The suction of the movement made him shiver.
Tessa released his cock. He heard the wet popping sound and looked down at her. She had a wicked gleam in her eyes. Locking her gaze to his, she swallowed. The action was deliberate and one of the hottest things he'd ever seen.
He pulled her to her feet, dragged her body against his and kissed her. He couldn't resist. She tasted salty, musky and oh so sweet.
He dropped his forehead against hers and smiled. “Like your submission lessons?"
Tessa chuckled. “Oh yeah. They are the highlight of my day."
Her tone made Luc laugh. “So you want to keep this arrangement going for a little while?"
"You betcha, cowboy."
Chapter Six
"What do you mean, you can't come until tomorrow? It's leaking all over the kitchen floor!” Tessa squealed into the phone like a banshee. She raked her gaze around her kitchen. The place was a disaster area and had been for the past couple of hours since the faucet started leaking.
It didn't do any good, as the plumber still refused to get his lazy ass out on a Sunday and fix her leak. His advice, turn off the stop tap and wait until tomorrow.
"Yeah, thanks a lot.” She slammed down the receiver before releasing a tirade of verbal abuse. It wasn't often she cussed, but goddamn, when she did, the air turned blue.
Snatching a cup of lukewarm coffee off the counter top, she bundled it into the microwave, setting the heat for a few seconds. While the cup moved around, she turned and looked at her kitchen. She'd already dealt with the stop tap. Did he think she was stupid? Numerous towels lay draped on the floor, soaking up any excess water.
She could do without her kitchen for a whole day. It wasn't a major thing. She could use the bathroom water works; they were still operational. It was the principle. She'd paid the guy good money for previous jobs, the least he could do was help her out of a jam.
The microwave beeped, and she retrieved the coffee. Slamming the door shut, she padded into the sitting room and flopped down onto the couch. Taking a sip, she frowned as the hot liquid scalded her tongue.
Life had become interesting these days. First there was Luc. Her dominant, her master. Submitting to him was ... thrilling, exciting, mind blowing. When they weren't in a sexual situation, he treated her as an equal. She knew from her clients it was unusual.
Many masters and slaves had loving, respectful relationships. Despite this, the submissive always gave up certain things, their job, their home. Even in vanilla situations such as going for a meal, the dominant took charge.
Not so with Luc. He gave her exactly what she needed—submission in the bedroom, equality everywhere else. A strange contradiction, especially considering his background as a dom. It puzzled the crap out of her.
Startled by the knock at the door, she hoped the plumber had changed his mind.
Pulling open the door, she gave her guest a surprised look. “Luc. What are you doing here?"
Her heart beat wildly. Just one look from him and she became a quivering mass of nerve endings. Amazing. Her body became liquid and pliant, as if screaming take me now!
He shrugged, treating her to a devastating smile. “I was in the neighborhood, thought I'd drop by, see how you were."
Inviting him in, she offered him some coffee.
"Would love some, thanks."
She poured him a cup from the coffee pot and became intensely aware of his presence. It was like a bulb lighting the way in the dark. She wanted him, wanted to feel his arms around her, his lips on hers, skin against skin. She craved. She needed. She wanted many more mornings like this with Luc Campbell.
The thought slammed into her like a freight train. It wasn't supposed to happen. She wasn't supposed to form an attachment to him. When the month was up, he would be gone, on to his next submissive. Caring for Luc was exactly what she'd been afraid of.
"Is it laundry day or something?"
Tessa gave him a puzzled look, then followed his gaze toward the wet towels.
"Oh, no.” She laughed. “Problem with the plumbing. The asshole I usually pay reminded me it's Sunday and not really an emergency.” She rolled her eyes. “Soooo, I'm stuck with a semi Titanic and no downstairs water."
Luc pushed away from the breakfast bar and walked to the sink. Squatting down, he opened the cupboards and began feeling around the piping. “You know, this wouldn't take much to fix. I could do it for you.” He flashed her an impish smile. “And my fees wouldn't be much."
Tessa composed herself and returned his smile. She'd been having wicked thoughts about how great his ass looked in those tight blue jeans. “I'm sure I could pay your fee. But one thing I need to know, are you a professional?"
She sauntered toward him. Unable to stop herself, she ran her fingers through his hair, a gesture she loved performing. He loved it, too.
"Well, I know my way around a woman's pipes if that's what you mean, ma'am."
Tessa threw back her head and laughed. “Let me get some tools from the garage, and you can take a look."
He clutched his heart. “Be still my beatin’ heart. A woman who has tools? Marry me!"
Her heart lurched at his words. He was joking, but those words did something weird and wacky to her emotions. Her cheeks became heated and she slapped him gently up side the head. “Behave."
When she walked away, he swatted her ass. “Aww, but you like it when I'm bad."
Rolling her eyes, she waved a dismissive hand in his direction.
Rummaging in the garage, she thought how nice it was to share laughter and banter. She grabbed a few things he might need, and then chang
ed her mind, deciding to take the whole toolbox. She wondered what had driven him to stop by. His neighborhood was a good distance away. Surely he didn't have business in suburban Middle America? Dare she let herself hope he'd made a special journey to see her?
Jesus, all these thoughts were driving her crazy. They led to one thing she'd dared not admit, not even to herself. She was falling for Luc—hook, line and leather bondage restraints. And she despised herself for it. Luc would never allow himself to get attached. Not to her, maybe not anyone.
The thought cut through her giddy, schoolgirl notions of love and romance. She should know better. Her last lover had dashed her hopes of meaningful relationships. Although he hadn't been able to satisfy her sexually, Tessa believed she loved him, that they could have had a life together. The rat bastard had an affair and blamed her for being frigid.
You're cold, Tessa. It's like fucking the Snow Queen.
Even after all this time, his words still haunted her. She knew she should pull away from Luc, put some distance between them. But she couldn't, not yet.
She was going to get hurt, but right now she didn't care. She wanted Luc Campbell, and she was going to have him, any way she could.
Even if it meant getting her heart broken.
* * * *
"Where did you learn how to be handy with a wrench?” Tessa stood behind him, arms folded over her chest, head tilted to one side.
He'd stripped out of his leather jacket, and she watched, fascinated, as his muscles bunched and moved while he worked his tools under the dark recesses of her sink unit. Beads of sweat glistened on his skin, and she wanted nothing more than to lick them, tasting the tangy scent of Luc Campbell on her tongue.
"Growing up, we helped Momma where we could."
The image of a little boy with dark, spiky hair and piercing, green eyes holding a wrench too heavy for his tiny hands made her heart melt. “What about your daddy?"
His gaze snapped to hers, the fury she saw startled her. “That son of a bitch left when I was a baby."
Unable to resist, she moved toward him, needing to touch him. “I'm sorry."
He patted her hand and returned his attention to the pipes. “Don't be. It was a long time ago."
Therapist instinct kicking in, Tessa decided to leave the subject alone. After all, it wasn't any of her business. Luc wasn't her partner, just a business arrangement. “How did you come to own Inferno?"
Luc snorted. “A lot of shrewd moves and a lot of dumb luck."
"I don't believe that."
Turning, he batted those long, sensuous lashes. “I have a head for business. And a body for sin.” His tone mimicked that of Melanie Griffith's, and she couldn't help but laugh.
"All done.” Rising, he wiped his hand on the towel she offered him. He tested the water, and Tessa smiled at the look of pure male pride of his face. “Still got the knack."
"Sure have, cowboy.” She glanced at the clock. “Urmm, can I make you some lunch?” She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and gnawed on her lower lip. “Unless you have somewhere else you need to be?"
His gaze locked with hers. “No, I don't. Lunch would be great."
Tessa let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. “I'll grill us some steaks."
He helped her cook the meal. The simple gestures and casual atmosphere pulled at Tessa's heartstrings. How many Sundays had she spent like this with previous lovers? None that came to mind.
They talked for hours, talked of nothing and everything. Of books they liked, movies they had seen, music they listened to. She found it funny he liked classical music while he gaped and scoffed when she confessed her love of hip-hop. The intimacy of their afternoon floored her. She hadn't known it was possible to be so comfortable and yet so devastatingly attracted to a man.
When the sunlight began to fade, Luc finally decided it was time to leave. “Sorry to have taken up so much of your time, Tessa."
She rose from the couch when he did. “No, no. Please, it was a pleasure to have some company.” Not wanting to sound desperate she added, “Plus I owed you for the plumbing."
He shrugged into his jacket and stared down at her. “No trouble at all."
She was unsure of her next move. Should she kiss him on the cheek? On the lips? Should she grab the lapels of his jacket and beg him to take her to bed?
"Well, I guess I better get gone.” He made no move to kiss her, touch her. Instead, he walked to the door and Tessa resigned herself to another lonely night away from Luc.
* * * *
Luc's mind screamed. All afternoon his hormones rampaged around his body, crying out for him to make a move, to take Tessa upstairs and fuck her brains out. He needed to be inside her. Like a junkie craving a fix, he'd driven by earlier, not knowing what to say, not caring if she knew the real reason for his visit.
He needed to be with her. Not just sexually but any way he could.
He'd come up with a plan, to tell her ... to confess ... ask ... if he meant more to her than a business arrangement. He cared for her deeply. He wouldn't admit love. He'd never been in love, wouldn't admit even to himself he was falling in love with her. You couldn't fall in love that easily.
His plan crumbled when she showed no signs of returning his feelings. Maybe he was becoming too attached. Maybe he had been out of the game too long.
Now he was about to leave. He didn't want to, instead he wanted to stay. Not because of another lesson. He wanted it to be just them, not some damn business deal.
She touched him, placed a delicate hand on his arm. Turning toward her, his heart slammed into his chest. He stared intently at her. He wanted her to ask. He wanted her to beg him to stay. To submit. To give in. He wanted her to ask for what she wanted. To ask her master to fulfill her desire.
Her eyes burned brightly with passion, hunger and lust. Lust for him. “Stay, please."
His control snapped. Every thought he'd had of leaving shattered. Gathering her to him, he kissed her. He drank from her lips, telling her with his mouth all he could not say with words. He knew how hard it had been for her to ask, but she had. His Tessa had asked for what she desired. And what she desired was him.
His tongue tangled with hers. He stroked into her mouth, mimicked the spearing movements he'd perform with his cock inside her pussy. He was going to fuck her hard and fast. He would take over her senses, make her forget everything but them. Him.
When she moaned, he trailed his lips to her ear, sucking on the lobe before whispering, “No stopping, Tessa. I'm gonna take, and you're gonna give. You understand?” She nodded, and he smiled, nudging her hair from her neck as he licked his way to her collarbone. He bit down sharply.
The pain drew a gasp from her throat. Luc was on the attack. He wanted to make her body sing with pleasure. Her body hummed with every erotic caress, every stroke of his tongue against her heated skin. Gooseflesh rose, tickling his lips. She fisted her hands tightly in his hair. He smiled at her aggression and continued exploring her body. Her nipples beaded, her breasts swelled into his touch. Her pussy throbbed with heat, searing his hand as she waited expectantly to be filled by something hot and hard. Her body ached with want, ached for him. Her responses made him feel wild and feral.
"No stopping."
Blood pulsed around Luc's body. All he wanted was to be inside her, have her wet pussy sliding against his cock over and over. But he wanted this time to be about her, a reward for her submission in asking him to stay.
She hitched her legs around his waist, and he palmed the backs of her thighs, supporting her weight. He dragged his tongue along her jawbone, nipping on her earlobe as her hands furiously pushed his jacket from his shoulders. He shrugged the material down to his elbows. When the jacket wouldn't go any further, he groaned, moved his hands from her thighs and shrugged it to the floor. She hooked her legs around him again, her deft hands started on the buttons of his shirt. He stopped his assault on her body and watched.
She couldn't
undo the buttons quick enough. A frown creased her brow, and a low groan escaped from her throat. Luc smiled. Something flashed in her eyes, something dark and wild. His already hard cock throbbed with excitement at her primitive need. Seconds later, she fisted her hands in the material and ripped. The buttons scattered and dropped to the hardwood floor with tiny pings. They were immediately followed to the ground by the scraps of his shirt.
She dropped her legs from his waist and ran her hands over his torso. The muscles rippled, contracted at her touch. Tessa stared at Luc through hooded eyes and gave him a coy smile. Leaning forward, she swirled her tongue around one nipple. When he moaned, she caught the nub between her teeth and pulled. His moan turned into a sharp intake of breath, and she soothed the turgid bud with her tongue.
His fingers wrapped in her hair and pulled. “You're gonna pay for that, Tessa."
Lifting her gaze, she smiled, sweeping her tongue over her lips. “Really?"
Dragging her mouth up to meet his, he stroked his tongue against hers and pushed her back against the door. Luc's body throbbed with lust. This was a completely different side to her personality. She'd never been so playful, so needy. He liked it.
Mirroring her movements, he fisted his hands into the material of her shirt and pulled. Buttons broke. He helped her slide out of the shirt, adding it to the growing pile of clothing. Tugging down her bra, tearing the flimsy material, he cupped her breasts, lifting them to meet his lips. As he swirled his tongue around the rosy bud, he watched her eyelids droop, her mouth go slack. He felt the sensation of pressure as her fingers curled onto his shoulders.
Tessa tried to swallow and failed. Her mouth was parched. Her lips vibrated. They were raw and swollen from his kisses. Her whole body blazed with erotic heat, her skin sensitized to every small touch. Her skin burned with need. “Fuck.” She managed to choke out the word before her mind went blank.
"Not yet.” His voice was heavy with lust. His tongue worked its way back to her breasts.
"Now, Luc.” Growling back at him, her hands roamed to the waistband of his jeans and unbuckled the belt. She grasped the zipper, eased it down and reached inside.
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