Strictly Pleasure: Hooded Pleasures, Book 2

by Sheryl Nantus

  She undid his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear, setting his cock free. It bobbled in front of her with obvious enthusiasm, his arousal already beading at the tip.

  “I appreciate all you’ve done for me.” She licked her lips. “And all you’re going to do to me.”

  Her mouth landed on him, and for a second, Oliver thought he was going to faint.

  Veronica grunted as his hands tangled in her hair, gripping tight as she ran her tongue over and around him, humming a popular tune. Her hands cupped his balls and massaged them as his hips rocked back and forth. His gasps told her she was doing everything just right.

  Suddenly, he pulled out, panting as he took hold of her shoulders and brought her to her feet.

  “You’ve been a very bad girl,” he said as he maneuvered her to the bed. “Making me wait for you to come home.”

  “I’m sorry,” Veronica said, holding back a smile.

  “You will be.” He kicked off his clothing and sat on the bed. He pointed at his lap. “You’re long overdue for a good spanking.”

  She pouted but positioned herself exactly the way she had the first time—but now she felt his erection bobbing against her, his arousal warm and wet.

  His hands landed on the garters and expertly snapped them free. “I do like black stockings,” Oliver murmured. “Glad you didn’t ruin them.” He tucked one finger under the black underwear keeping her decent. “This, however, I am willing to replace.”

  He yanked it off with one swift tug, the silk giving way with ease.

  Veronica gasped in shock.

  “Don’t move,” he warned. His palm landed on her bare ass, squeezing hard. It inched up over the small of her back and pressed against the thin black lace and leather running along her spine.

  “This is a lovely outfit,” Oliver murmured as he caressed and fondled her. His left hand moved from the back of her neck over to the front, stroking her cheek.

  She caught one finger in her mouth as he ran it over her lips, and drew it in with hot, wet licks.

  “Oh.” He groaned and moved against her. “You little vixen.”

  His hand came down hard and fast, the strokes measured and spaced out on her bare skin. He shifted from one cheek to the other then to the area just below on her thighs, every slap sending lightning strikes straight to her core.

  Veronica gasped as she released his finger and concentrated on the pleasure building inside her. His cock pushed against her belly as he continued to spank her, grunting and panting as he increased both the rhythm of his strokes and of his hips rocking against her.

  Finally, he stopped.

  She moaned, on the verge of tears and of coming.

  “Stand up.”

  She couldn’t move.

  “I’ll help you.” His arms went around her.

  Oliver gently helped her stand again, resting his hands on her hips. He stayed seated on the bed, his erection proudly on display.

  “Undress me,” came the throaty order.

  Veronica leaned forward and kissed his forehead. She undid his tie with a quick flurry of fingers and tossed it to the side before working on unbuttoning his shirt.

  Oliver closed his eyes and moaned as she helped him shrug it off onto the mattress and onto the floor.

  It would have taken less time if she hadn’t been constantly distracted by his playing with the leather ties on the front of her corset, pulling each knot free before drawing the long strings through the eyelets, opening her up wholly to him.

  Finally, he was naked and sitting on the edge of the mattress while she stood in front of him.

  He reached up and tugged on the metal ring hanging from her collar, bringing her down to him. One arm went around her waist as the other tugged at her leg, pulling it up onto the mattress.

  She figured out what he wanted quickly enough and moved to finish the maneuver, settling on his lap with her legs curled around his waist while he remained seated.

  He brushed against her with a grunt, pressing against her core with unerring accuracy, his cock slick and throbbing as she began to spiral out of control.

  Oliver set the pace with his hands on her waist, rocking them back and forth even as he gritted his teeth together and let out a strangled whine.

  Veronica tried to speed up the pace, needing the release, but he suddenly stopped with his hands pressing her down on his lap.

  “Not yet,” he growled in her ear. “Not until I say so.”

  All she could do was whimper as he held her firmly in place, locked against him.

  Mine.

  Oliver wasn’t a man given to doing a job halfway. Do it right or don’t do it at all had been a family philosophy passed on down.

  He didn’t apply it just to his business.

  Veronica’s ass pressed against his thighs, the heat singeing his skin as she struggled to move, caught tight in his arms.

  He chuckled at her frantic movements even though he was teetering on the edge himself.

  “I’m in charge,” he whispered in her ear.

  The answering whine shot down his spine and into his groin.

  “Yes. Sir.”

  He swore as he started to lose the battle with himself, the urge overriding each scenario he’d thought about during the past few weeks.

  “Next time, my place. My toys. And I won’t be as fast.” He forced the words out as he lifted her hips and brought her down on him with a slow, measured pace, biting down hard on his lower lip as she settled on him.

  “Yes, Sir. And I’ll make sure to remember this.” She tightened herself around him.

  Oliver saw stars for the briefest of seconds before he roared and began pumping into her frantically, setting a pace he knew he couldn’t keep up for long. He had enough presence of mind to slip one hand between them, unerringly finding the slick spot he knew would guarantee success.

  Veronica let out a wail as she matched him and kept on going, his simple touch sending her racing toward the precipice.

  Suddenly, his world spun and shattered, joined by her keening in his ear.

  “Mine,” he gasped with the last of his energy.

  “Yours,” she agreed and slumped against him.

  Veronica gave a silent prayer of thanks she’d cleaned her bedroom a few days earlier. There wasn’t much sexiness in seeing dirty underwear and discarded T-shirts littering the floor.

  She doubted Oliver would have cared in his present state. He lay beside her in the bed, sprawled out on one side and fully naked while she wore her stockings and the corset, albeit it untied and gaping apart.

  Small aftershocks shook her as he trailed a finger up her bare thigh. Her heart pounded, and she worried for the first time about the odds of dying from great sex.

  “I’m sorry,” he whispered, staring at the ceiling.

  “For what?” She rolled over and propped herself up on one arm.

  “I should have—” Oliver faced her. “I should have told you sooner about Mel. My issues. My—”

  She silenced him with a touch of her finger to his lips. “We’re all screwed up in some way—good and bad. The trick is whether we fix it when we see it or not.” She sighed. “You helped me figure out what was wrong with me and led me down the right path. I—” Veronica tapped him on the nose. “I helped you decide to come back out from your self-imposed exile.”

  His lips twisted into a smirk. “You think you know me so well.”

  “No.” She curled into his arms. “But I believe I’m going to have a lovely time learning it all.”

  “You’ll be busy running the café.” He grinned. “I think we’ll need some all-night meetings to hash things out.”

  She twisted her head up. “We’ll discuss that later.”

  “Yes. Yes, we will.” His hand clasped the metal ring and tugged her closer
. “I’m hoping for a long and lengthy talk intermixed with some hands-on lessons.”

  “Negotiations shall now commence.” She yawned. “After a nap.” Veronica snuggled closer. “Master.”

  About the Author

  Sheryl Nantus was born in Montreal, Canada, and grew up in Toronto. A rabid reader almost from birth, she attended Sheridan College in Oakville, graduating in 1984. She met Martin Nantus through the online fanfiction community in 1993 and moved to the United States in 2000 in order to marry.

  She loves to play board games and write haiku, although not usually at the same time.

  A firm believer in the healing properties of peppermint tea and chai, she continues to search for the perfect cuppa.

  In 2011, she won two second-place Prism Awards from the Fantasy, Futuristic and Paranormal chapter of RWA for her steampunk romance, Wild Cards and Iron Horses, and the first volume of her superhero romance trilogy, Blaze of Glory. In 2013, she won a third-place Prism Award for her paranormal romance, Blood of the Pride. In 2015, her science fiction romance, In the Black, won three SFR Galaxy Awards.

  For more about Sheryl Nantus you can visit her web page at sherylnantus.com, see her on Facebook, or follow her ramblings on Twitter: @SherylNantus. She also blogs at sherylnantus.wordpress.com when the mood takes her.

  She loves to get email at xfdragon@zoominternet.net.

  Look for these titles by Sheryl Nantus

  Now Available:

  Wild Cards and Iron Horses

  Strictly Business

  Blaze of Glory

  Blaze of Glory

  Heroes Without Monsters Within

  Heroes Lost and Found

  Hooded Pleasures

  Strictly Business

  Strictly Pleasure

  Coming Soon:

  Strictly Yours

  Don’t miss the other titles in Sheryl Nantus’s Hooded Pleasures Series!

  You can lead a Domme to love…but you can’t make her fall.

  Hooded Pleasures, Book 1

  Kate Dubois is a Domme-for-hire for the highly exclusive Hooded Pleasures, a service offering private BDSM sessions to those who can’t—or won’t—risk appearing in an actual club.

  Lately, though, she wonders if professional burnout is causing her to have painful flashbacks to a past heartbreak. When her boss insists her next client will be a breath of fresh air, Kate reluctantly agrees to an interview.

  Alex Hanson dominates the world of computer game programming, but secretly he suspects he might be a sub in the bedroom. There’s only one good way to find out—hire a professional to show him the ropes.

  Their first meeting puts both of them to the test—Alex’s self-control, and Kate’s realization she might just like him a little too much. But there’s no denying their emotions are inextricably entangled…a dangerous step Kate’s not sure her heart is prepared to take.

  Warning: Contains a hard-core computer geek with a tender side, and a Domme who can’t afford to expose her greatest weakness—him. Geekery combined with flogging. Enjoy!

  Saving the world is easy for a superhero—unless you’re a fraud.

  Jo Tanis is a superhero, fighting evil on the city streets, using her ability to feed off electromagnetic energy and fire off charges—and it’s all just a show. The Agency captures her and others like her when their powers begin to manifest, pitting them against each other in staged, gladiatorial fights. An explosive implant on the back of her neck assures she’ll keep right on smiling for the camera and beating up the bad guys.

  When Earth comes under attack, suddenly the show becomes deadly real. Unable to deal with a real alien, the “supers” are falling in droves. Millions of innocent civilians are going to die…unless Jo can cobble together a team from among the fake heroes and villains the Agency enslaved. Including Hunter, who not only promises to show her how to deactivate the implants, but seems to know more than he should about how the mysterious Agency operates.

  Forcing a rag-tag bunch of former enemies to work together is the least of Jo’s problems. The trick is determining if Hunter is friend or foe—and becoming the hero everyone thought she was before the world is destroyed for real.

  Warning: Contains superhero in-jokes, Canadiana and large alien craft shaped like avocados. Really.

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  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locale or organizations is entirely coincidental.

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  Strictly Pleasure

  Copyright © 2016 by Sheryl Nantus

  ISBN: 978-1-61923-268-6

  Edited by Linda Ingmanson

  Cover by Angela Waters

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