by Kate Allure
It was a moot point, of course, since no woman owned him. He didn’t let them get that close.
“Sir, would you please turn over now onto your back.”
When she held the sheet up, looking away, Sebastian realized she’d never massaged his arse, and suddenly he wanted to feel her hands there. The devil in him made him ask, “Haven’t you forgotten something?”
“What?” He raised his head to see her face, and she was looking down at him, slight confusion apparent. “Is there something more you need, sir?”
Again, her silken voice jolted parts that should not be jolted, but Bass was past caring. Lust infused his body and consumed him in a way that hadn’t happened in a very long time. He stared her straight in the eye. “I’m not from around here, but in Europe the full backside is massaged.”
Her earnest eyes stared back, and she nodded, but her expression remained puzzled. No, wait. He could read just a hint of wariness. “Never mind. It’s okay.”
“No, really. What part of your body did I miss? I’m happy to do it over again. Or did you want your buttocks massaged?” She stood there, sheet held up, peering at his face, waiting for clarification. “Please, it’s the motto of the casino that the massage isn’t over until the customer is satisfied.”
“Well, in London at my club, massages always include the arse, but it’s fine. I know things are different in the States.” He watched her closely and delighted in the soft flush suffusing her face.
“Of course.”
“It’s fine.” He started to flip over.
“No, I’m perfectly capable of doing your ass.” He grinned, and her soft flush exploded into a scarlet blush when she realized how it sounded. “Massaging your behind, I mean. So, lie back down. Sir.” The last sounded surprisingly like a command.
He smiled to himself as he followed her instructions. Amanda has spark! I’d like to play with that, he thought, his smile broadening.
But he’d teach her some manners, because subs never talked like that to Doms, and he recognized a submissive when he saw one. He’d bet his share of this month’s club earnings that Amanda was a natural submissive, whether she knew it yet or not.
He settled down to enjoy the stimulation—both mental and physical. It felt like he was getting to know her personally, from just their brief conversation and also from the feel of her hands learning his body. Lying flat on his belly, his ongoing boner pressing against his abdomen, he waited for her hands to touch the skin of his arse. Taut with expectation, he wondered if she would go through with it.
Slowly, almost sensually, she dragged the sheet off one cheek.
She adjusted it to preserve his modesty, as if assuming he’d want to shield himself from her view. He didn’t.
Amanda’s delicate fingers then pressed the edge of the sheet between his cheeks and gently traveled down the crevice. His groin clenched as even more blood flooded his already throbbing cock. He willed her to go all the way to his balls, but she stopped short, leaving them aching for more.
After applying more oil to her hands, she touched his naked arse and caressed the skin lightly as she’d done with the rest of his body. He gritted his teeth against moaning, but he couldn’t stop the reflexive, telltale clenching of his buttocks.
Her fingers instantly lifted from his skin. Had he embarrassed her already, or was she laughing at his foolishness?
He refused to look.
Then he lost it and groaned out loud…as one solitary, feminine fingernail dragged down the crack between his cheeks, skipping lightly over his anus, to swirl on the über sensitive flesh just behind his balls. His entire body tightened and shuddered. He groaned, again.
Shite!
He whipped his face up to look at her. Amanda was smiling down at him, not in triumph but with a knowing look in her eye.
Never had a young thing got the better of him so quickly and so easily. He was instantly her slave. He’d do just about anything to turn the tables and regain his mastery…
A Note from Kate
You’ve all seen the silly TV ads where a racecar driver performs some stunt and at the bottom it reads, “Professional driver, closed course—do not attempt.” This is that… Do not try this stuff at home. Do not try the BDSM acts in my stories unless you know what you’re doing, have a safe partner, and take responsibility for your actions. Specifically, this is a fictional story that explores BDSM and the practices inherent in the lifestyle. It is not intended to be a how-to manual or to advocate that anyone try anything described here. This author and publisher take no legal responsibility for any results of anyone attempting to copy the sexual acts depicted in the story. Lastly, I believe wholeheartedly that everyone should follow the SSC code—“Safe, sane, and consensual.”
Acknowledgments
Thank you to everyone who helped with this novel, the first in my London Sex Club series, which will feature tons of salacious love stories. A special thanks to my sweet, sexy, and supportive husband and to my close friend and critique partner Anna. I also appreciate the help of my niece Laurie and her mentor Gabe, both brilliant attorneys, for their advice on legal dialogue, as well as fabulous author, Lynne Connolly, for her help with slang and all things British. I owe tremendous gratitude to my editor Nina Bruhns and the amazing team at Entangled Publishing for their expert contributions, and to my agent, Louise Fury of the Bent Agency, for her invaluable assistance. As always, I offer a shout-out to family and friends who continue to encourage me. Lastly, to all of you who took the time to read this book, I’m thankful and hope that you enjoyed it!
About the Author
Kate Allure writes erotic romances that celebrate sensuality, sexual exploration, and, of course, true love. Her books are about women meeting handsome working men as they go about their everyday lives—and the fun they have behind closed doors. Her work is “Escapism of the richest, most decadent variety, 4 Stars” (RT Book Reviews) and “sizzling and sensual. Intense chemistry, great characterization, and a kinky page-singeing ending will have readers clamoring for more” (Publishers Weekly). Her nonfiction writing includes the Romance Readers Guide to Historic London under the name Sonja Rouillard. Beyond writing, Kate’s passions include traveling and exploring all things sensual with her DH.
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