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by Becca Jameson

  She glanced at her full breasts and hourglass figure in the mirror. There wasn’t anything wrong with her body. She did “Free Pilates Fridays” every week to make sure she stayed toned, and her constantly breaking-down car forced her to walk a ton. She was in good shape, and she knew guys loved her red hair. It was the first thing they asked her about when they suggested a scene. She even kept a strip above her pussy so they knew it was her real color.

  So why couldn’t she find someone who wanted to keep her?

  She took her lube and anal beads with her into the bathroom and lifted her leg onto the edge of the tub for easier access. She’d fingered herself enough in the past year to know she sort of liked ass play, which is why she’d tried out the anal beads in the first place. The small size allowed them to slide in with little resistance. Lucinda made sure the ring at the end was flat as she slipped her black lace thong over it.

  The nipple clamps had tweezer-like pinchers at the end, but Lucinda barely flinched as she put them on. Whether it was dealing with really big boobs through middle and high school gym class or because she had a high threshold for pain, she could have her nipples tugged on or abraded for hours and it didn’t really bother her. Adjusting herself in front of the tiny bathroom sink, she felt a low hum in her body. Excitement and a hint of hope. Maybe Theo would be able to really give her what she wanted. At least for the night.

  »»•««

  When the taxi driver deposited Lucinda in front of the large Eden Prairie house—er, mansion—her tongue almost rolled out of her mouth. What the hell? What was a guy who owned this kind of spread doing trolling a bondage, theme-night bar? Surely he knew that every woman in the continental United States was looking for her very own Christian Grey, and all he had to do was murmur “Charlie Tango” and they’d be stuffing their panties in his pockets.

  He had the largest house by far in the entire neighborhood, and it backed up to a large pond that looked like it would be filled with exotic fish. Lucinda paused at his front door and considered what she was about to do. All sorts of warning bells went off in her head. No way could a hot-looking rich dude be single without some sort of serious baggage. The question was, could she overlook it?

  The door opened before she could decide, and the man himself stood before her with no shirt and a pair of holey jeans. So maybe he was Christian Grey, except holy shit, his muscles. He was built like The Rock. She raised an eyebrow at him.

  “Nice of you to dress for our date…Sir.”

  “Get in the house, brat. I don’t need to dress. Clothes won’t be required for the next four hours.”

  He dragged her inside, and her eyes widened. His house was stunning inside as well. Like a gallery with the most beautiful art she’d ever seen on the stark white walls. She gasped when she saw a small Degas ballerina statue on a table next to the base of the front staircase.

  “Is that…?”

  “It’s a replica. Real Degas statues are very hard to come by.”

  “Your house is beautiful. The artwork…” She waved a hand in the direction of the art-covered walls.

  “Do you like art, Lucinda?”

  She nodded. “I teach pottery to kids. And I dabble in it a bit on my own. Not sculpture, but making pots and vases and stuff like that.”

  She suddenly felt incredibly shy and unsure of how she’d ended up there. She hated the feeling and was determined to figure out her way back to more solid ground, so she asked, “What’s wrong with you?”

  He didn’t even blink. “Pardon?”

  “Well, you’re hot. And rich. And you have amazing taste in art. So you’re either married and this is your second home where you bring your cabal of pick-ups to play, or you’ve got something wrong with you. So which is it?”

  “I’m not married,” he answered, pulling her coat off her so smoothly she almost didn’t notice until her skin pebbled with goose bumps from the cool air. “And this dress is spectacular, though a bit tight around the legs for my taste. In the future, only wear skirts that are full enough for me to reach your pussy without difficulty. If you can’t spread your legs as wide as possible, the dress is too tight. Now take it off.”

  She fisted her hands on her hips and shook her head. “Don’t you think you should offer me some water and a safe word first before you get me naked?”

  He grinned. “Are you thirsty, brat?”

  “No.”

  “Good. Lose the dress.”

  She stomped her foot, and he stepped closer, sliding his hands up her chest until he reached the nipple clamps pressing through the fabric of her dress. He rubbed them with his thumb and whispered, “I want to see these. Lose. The. Dress.”

  She stepped back, and the stark need in his gaze left her slightly breathless. She pulled the dress over her head. For the briefest moment his eyes widened in wonder, and she grinned at his response to her. At least she was bringing something to this party. Before she could spin around and show off all her assets, he schooled his features and stepped forward, reaching for the clamps again.

  “Does it hurt?” he asked, rubbing his fingers over the pinched tips of her nipples. He watched intently, seeming to measure her body’s reaction to what he was doing.

  “No.”

  He looked at her face. “Not at all?”

  She shrugged. “High threshold for pain, I guess.”

  He grinned. “Oh, brat, you better give me your safe word, and you better be ready for me because I’m about to test that.”

  ∙•∙

  She was magnificent. Theo knew she would be. He’d caught a hint of it the other night at Exotica, but without clothes, her nipples pinched, and her breath coming in shallow gasps, she was absolutely stunning. And seemingly unaffected by the clamps.

  “Is no enough of a safe word?”

  “No,” he answered. “Not for someone like you. You’ll tell me no a dozen times before I’m through with you. But you’ll want it all the same.”

  “What do you mean, someone like me?”

  She didn’t know. She didn’t realize who she was and what she needed. And he wasn’t about to tell her so she’d go researching it on the Internet and gather herself a whole new bag of grief to give him. Better for her to find her own way on this, trust her instincts, and act in a way that was natural for her, not a way some website advised.

  “Turn around,” he said, ignoring her question.

  “Not until you tell me.”

  “You won’t give me ultimatums, brat. This isn’t how this is going to go. So you can turn around like I’ve requested, or you can put your clothes back on and lose my number.”

  She stood for a moment, glancing between him and the house around him. He was rich. He worked his ass off as a commercial broker in one of Minneapolis’s top firms. He took huge risks with money, and so far it had all paid off. But money could be lost overnight, and he didn’t want her to stay if that’s all she was interested in.

  “Is my money going to be a problem for you?”

  She tipped her head to the side. “In what way?”

  “In the way that you’re going to cost me lots of it.”

  Her nostrils flared, and he almost chuckled at her indignation. “Fuck you, Theo. I’m not interested in your money. The only problem with you having it is that I don’t want some judgy uptight asshole neighbors of yours calling the cops if I park my shitty car is in your heated driveway.”

  “How did you know my driveway was heated?”

  Her mouth dropped open. “I was kidding, for fuck’s sake. Your driveway is heated? Jesus, what am I doing here? Seriously. What do you want with me?”

  “I want you to turn around, brat. Don’t make me ask again.”

  She rolled her eyes but did his bidding. It was clear this was solid ground for her. Pushing him, wanting him to push her right back. He could tell she liked it, and she would learn to love it if he had anything to say about it.

  He stepped up close and slipped his fingers into both sides of her tho
ng. He dragged it down and let it drop at her feet. He grabbed both globes of her incredible ass in each hand and heard her release the smallest sigh. He squeezed harder, almost punishing her cheeks, and she moaned. Yes. Better.

  He dropped to his knees and tugged on the ring connected to the beads in her ass.

  “I’m going to pull these out now,” he said.

  “No.” She tensed and looked down at him, her gaze full of desire. Jesus. This woman was going to kill him before the night was over.

  “Do you see why no isn’t the best option for a safe word, brat?” He pulled one bead out and she groaned, widening her stance and reaching down to her pussy. He grabbed her wrist with his free hand, stopping her from touching herself.

  “Theo.”

  “Lucinda. Have you ever been trained as a submissive?”

  “I’ve read a lot. I’ve done scenes.”

  He shook his head. “Jesus fucking Christ. This body and that mouth and no one has claimed you yet.”

  Her expression cleared, and her face cracked open into a smile. “I know. It’s like they don’t know what they’re missing.”

  He swatted her ass, and she moaned again. “More like they don’t want to get involved with this,” he mumbled, but she must have heard him because her face flushed like he’d struck her. He stood up quickly and turned her.

  “I’ll go,” she said, her voice soft and uncertain, and it was like a different woman was in front of him than the confident one he’d had in his house a minute ago.

  “You will not. You’ll give me your safe word. Then I’ll take those beads out, then I’ll teach you something about yourself, then I’ll eat your pussy until you’re screaming for me to feed you my cock. And then we’ll figure out if you want more.”

  Her eyes glazed over at his description, and he knew he’d brought her back. “You want me, Theo? For real?”

  He didn’t know what to make of her, this strange emotional whiplash that had come over her, full of bratty confidence one moment and ragingly insecure the next.

  She tipped her head and met his gaze with clear eyes. “I don’t even care if there’s something wrong with you. I want what you said. For tonight, I want you to do all that.”

  “Good. Safe word.”

  “Degas.”

  He smiled. “Turn around, brat, and let me get these tiny beads out of your ass so I can introduce you to real anal beads and show you what you’ve been missing.”

  Chapter Three

  Lucinda swiveled and jutted her ass out so Theo could have easier access to the beads. Before she could even take a breath, he pulled them all out. She gasped and looked at him, a smirk on his face and the beads dangling from one finger.

  “Sweetheart, where did you get these? They look like tiny pearls.”

  “I haven’t done much ass play.”

  He smoothed his free hand over her ass, and she shivered. His hands were massive, and there was nothing soft about them. “It’s a damn shame because this ass is perfection, and it deserves to be played with.”

  She blushed. “Thanks. I think so too. So?”

  He raised an eyebrow. “We’re going to need to have a conversation first. How much do you know about D/s?”

  “Enough.”

  “And yet since the moment you’ve walked in, you’ve resisted giving me any control. Are you nervous, or are you always like this?”

  She nibbled on her lip. “Well, I wouldn’t say I’m nervous. I mean, you’re big, but I’m not worried about that.” He swatted her ass hard, and her body buzzed. She felt liquid pool between her thighs and wondered if she was pushing him on purpose. “What’s wrong, Theo? Did I hurt your feelings?”

  “Jesus, you’re fucking delicious. Everything. Every single word that you give me, it’s a tally etched in my mind about what I’m going to do to you to punish you for it.”

  More heat pooled, and she had to squeeze her legs together so it wouldn’t drip down her legs. He was on her in a second, gripping her thighs and widening her stance.

  “No, brat. You don’t get to hold all that juice in. I know it’s there. And I’m going to lap it all up as soon as you apologize for giving me attitude.”

  She stilled. Shit. She liked giving him attitude. It was fun, and he was the first Dom she’d met who didn’t seem to mind. Plus, he promised punishment. But the idea of his tongue licking her pussy was too much to resist.

  “I’m sorry, Sir,” she said.

  “Good girl. Now, I’ll show you the rest of my house, and we’ll have a conversation.”

  He grabbed her hand, but she dug her heels in. “What? You promised to eat my pussy. I wouldn’t have apologized if I knew I’d be stuck touring the grounds and meeting the staff.”

  “Oh, you’re in such deep shit.” But he smiled when he said it, and she realized he didn’t want her to be impressed with his money. Which was probably good because she wasn’t. Guys who had money were usually dicks, and she never lasted with them. Of course, she never really lasted with anyone.

  In one quick move, Theo scooped her up, draped her over his shoulder, and swooped her into the large living room next to the foyer. She lifted her head to glance around, wiggling and struggling before he slapped her ass to still her. A saddle-colored leather couch and dark chocolate leather armchairs circled a dark wooden coffee table in the center. But the carpet and walls were creamy white like the rest of the house.

  “What in the hell are you doing? Put me down.”

  “I’m going to put you down, brat. Right over my knee.”

  She gasped then. She couldn’t help it, and before she could do anything to alter her reaction, he speared two of his fingers right into her pussy and she groaned.

  “Yeah. You like that. You want me to spank you. Punish my little brat for mouthing off.”

  My little brat. Oh Jesus. She couldn’t stop the tremble that shook her body. She couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped her mouth. He dropped onto the couch and didn’t even wait for her to settle more comfortably, to adjust her nipples so the clamps weren’t brushing across his denim-clad thighs. He just started spanking her hard. Harder than any scene she’d ever done. A full-on cupped palm that stung and she knew would leave marks. He alternated sides and where he landed on each cheek, but her entire backside burned.

  She moaned and whimpered and rubbed against him, trying to release the pressure that mounted in her clit with each swat on her ass. Every time she thought she was about to tumble over the edge, he’d stop, rub her skin in slow circles, whisper to her.

  “Your ass is perfect, sweetheart. Looks so pretty with my handprints on it.”

  “Please, Sir, let me come.” She squeezed her thighs together. Frustration curled around her, and she almost growled, rocking her body along his thighs, trying to do something, anything to release the ache inside. Her pussy was weeping juices all over him, but it wasn’t enough.

  Theo smoothed his hand down from her ass to her thighs. “Spread your legs, brat. I decide when and if you come. Not you.”

  Lucinda gasped but did as he said. Her exposed pussy nearly throbbed as the air from the room hit her. She gripped at nothing with her empty walls, needing anything inside her. The pressure was almost more than she could bear.

  “You ready, sweetheart? I’m going hard now, and I know you’re gonna come, and I’ll take care of you after, but if you’re scared, we can stop.”

  “No. Don’t you fucking dare stop.”

  He chuckled, and she gazed up at him. Drops of sweat sheened along his forehead and down his torso. He looked like he’d run a marathon, but the tenor of his voice hadn’t changed the whole time.

  “I told you you’d say no a lot.”

  “Do it, Theo. For God’s sake, stop playing and do it.”

  He pressed her head back down and smacked her so hard on the ass it burned. The pain was relentless, but it shot straight to her clit as though there were an imaginary connection between her burning ass and her needy pussy. But instead of te
nsing, she instinctively knew to relax, and that’s when he spanked her hard enough to pull the orgasm out of her. She squeezed her eyes shut as his palm landed on her one more time, hard, too hard, and just right. He might as well have thrust his fingers into her pussy because she fell over the precipice as though he’d slapped her G-spot instead of her ass. The pulsing that gripped her tore a moan from her lips. Several minutes of pleasure consumed her as she rode the orgasm. Her clit throbbed, pleading for more.

  “That’s a girl,” he cooed, gently turning her and pulling her into his lap. Her ass was on fire, but she didn’t care. She shook with the orgasm aftershocks and burrowed her head into his warm, bare chest. “That’s what you needed.”

  She nodded, not able to really think what he meant. She’d never done that before. Had an orgasm without someone touching her clit. She couldn’t explain it, and she didn’t want to think too hard about how this guy she barely knew had figured out how to do something to her she didn’t even know was possible.

  ∙•∙

  She was gorgeous when she came. Like nothing he’d ever seen before. Stunning in her surprise and her desperate need. He rubbed a hand along her thigh and lifted her from the couch. She didn’t even react as he strode up the stairs into the guest bedroom. She just nuzzled deeper into his chest. He placed her gently on the bed and took the nipple clamps off her. She barely registered it she was flying so high. He dragged the sheet and comforter over her.

  Her gaze cleared for a second, and she said, “Are my four hours up?”

  He grinned. “Not hardly, sweetheart. I’m going to get you some water and let you rest a bit.”

  “Mmm.” Her hum was soft and enticing and made him want to slip into the bed next to her and curl himself around her. But first he needed to take care of her. It was clear she hadn’t dropped into this kind of subspace before.