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Hidden Urges ISBN 9781419913570 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Hidden Urges Copyright © 2007 Dawn Ryder Edited by Sue-Ellen Gower. Cover art by Syneca. Electronic book Publication November 2007 This book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the publisher, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.® 1056 Home Avenue, Akron OH 443103502. This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.
HIDDEN URGES Dawn Ryder
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Chapter One “I know exactly what your problem is, Jane.” Colette Stevens frowned over her half-eaten lunch. She lifted a slim hand and pointed the long, manicured fingernail right at Jane. “You’re a closet submissive.” Jane choked on her soda and put the glass down a little too hard. Coke splashed over the side of the glass, coating her palm with sweet liquid. Jane reached for her napkin, grateful for the chance to look away from Colette. It was embarrassing the way her heart leapt at that one word. Submissive… Well, it was more of an idea than a mere word. One Colette could not possibly know Jane snuck away to research in the early hours of the morning. Her darkest dreams sometimes refused to let her go back to sleep because she felt like something was missing in her life. She felt it so keenly. It was a craving that ate at her, never granting her any peace. Colette snorted and clicked her long fingernails together. “See? You’re so damn worried about being found out. Best thing I ever did was admit I’m a Domme. My sex life is finally satisfying. You even have a submissive name—Jane. What you need is a Tarzan to take control and teach you what pleasure really is.” Jane jerked her gaze back to her friend and looked at the honest enjoyment shining on Colette’s face. There was no shame in her expression, not even a hint of being uncomfortable with stating her sexual preference out loud. She envied Colette that comfort with her sexuality. To date, she didn’t share it. Oh, it wasn’t the more basic parts of sex that she got caught up on. It was the nature of the moment, the flavor of the encounter. She found her dating history full of males who didn’t classify as men to her way of thinking. She picked them apart during sedate dinners that had bored her almost to death a few times, questioning why she couldn’t make a solid connection with at least one guy. The answer she found inside her was something she wasn’t sure she wanted anyone to know about. How did any modern female just come out and admit that being commanded sent chills down her spine? Colette was skirting the border of bitchiness but sometimes a good friend was the only one who could slap a little sense into you. “Being happy doesn’t always make sense, Jane.” Colette lost her mocking tone and aimed honest eyes at her. “I wish you could understand how good it feels to just be comfortable in your own skin.”
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Colette wasn’t just at ease with her discovery of being a Domme—she practically radiated contentment. That was a new development in their friendship. Jane had known Colette for years, and only last year had Colette confessed that going out to line dance just wasn’t exciting to her anymore. Colette had begun attending exclusive gatherings that were invitation only. A whole new way of life had begun for Colette. Her friend was transformed—gone was any hint of uncertainty, and a polished and confident woman was exposed. Jane looked at her friend and felt jealous of the new glow Colette radiated. It wasn’t that she herself was unhappy—it was more as if she just hadn’t achieved true enjoyment yet. As though she was still trying to fight her way free of her cocoon and emerge into adulthood. “You need to be my guest tonight. Don’t say no.” Colette pointed that fingernail at Jane once more. “Sitting at home isn’t going to find you the sort of man you’re dreaming of.” “But you think you know him?” Trying to laugh the topic off didn’t work. Her laugh sounded hollow because her heart wasn’t in it. She did want to go to that secret place where Colette had discovered sexual confidence. Pride held her back. She was a big scaredy cat when it came to admitting her fascination with BDSM. Worried that it would ruin her career or maybe her parents would find out. Colette tapped the table with her nails. “You are coming if I have to tie you up and lead you along like a pet. Don’t tempt me by saying no either. You’ll enjoy it. Especially the leash part.” “Don’t be a bully. Maybe a little handcuff game is fun from time to time for a guy, but women don’t really get turned on by bondage. They just do it for their boyfriends who’ve seen too many cheesy porn films.” “You would be turned on beyond your wildest fantasies.” Colette leaned across the table to keep her words in the booth. “Do you know why you’re still a virgin? I’ll enlighten you, sweetcakes. No one has ever proven himself strong enough to handle you and you’re too proud to let any mama’s boy have a taste of you. It’s one of the things I like best about you—you have class. Once you collide with a Dom who heats up your pussy enough to get your overactive brain to shut down, you’ll be more than happy to get to the fucking. Some people confuse that with falling in love, but the difference, I understand now, is that lust is a partner of love. Together they’re amazing.” “Colette!” “Oh, stop it, Jane. I see the excitement in your eyes right now. BDSM is about so much more than just control. What you really crave is respect from your partner. Trust me, a Dom doesn’t expect submission without giving something back to his partner. Do you think I chose to be a Domme? All I did was admit that a ‘normal’ relationship left me craving something more.”
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Colette took a break and just let her words soak in. Jane was torn. The idea shimmered in front of her like ice water on a hot day. She’d been longing for it but just wasn’t sure if she should admit her need by reaching for it. Water was one thing, BDSM quite another. “I’m picking you up at nine tonight. Wear that purple skirt of yours—submissives don’t wear pants at this little soirée. And trust me, you’re a submissive right down to your toenails. Once you get around to granting a little trust to the right Dom, your pussy will be on fire. Mark my words, you’ll feel like a different woman.” “Are you offering a guarantee with that promise?” Her friend rolled her eyes as she reached for her purse. “I promise that this party will be like nothing you’ve ever been to. Making a connection will be up to you.” Colette offered her a smile that promised her a dare. “As long as you’ve got the guts to put on a skirt, that is.”
***** Jane decided she was insane as she looked at her purple leather miniskirt. Did she have the guts? She sure had the longings. Sensation swirled around inside her as she finished up her makeup. Contemplating her skirt, she cast a look at her laptop. The computer was in her bedroom because she was so worried about someone finding out about her fetish. She put the miniskirt on and flung discarded choices of tops onto her bed. She was actually nervous about going. But she was going to attend. Colette had one thing right—it would be nice to feel comfortable in her own skin. Dominance excited her—it was true, and it was about time she at least met a few people who had that in common with her. That was the real reason she was ready to go at ten to nine. Shoving the cravings down into the dark corners of her mind was just getting too hard. She wasn’t any more abnormal than her best friend. That at least deserved a little investigation into the world of BDSM. Her legs were bare, her skin alive with all kinds of little nerve endings that screamed against being confined by hosiery. Anyway, it was August and ninety-eight degrees outside. Her little top only had cap sleeves and it just barely reached the top of her skirt. A hint of waist peeked through when she moved. Her nipples were still hard and they showed through her top, but Jane decided that fit the theme of the night, so she didn’t bother digging out a bra to cancel the telltale points. Her breasts were a Bcup on a good day and today she’d be stretching it to fill out a bra. She left her hair hanging loose as well because simple felt free for some reason. A little lipstick in a soft shade completed her outfit. She studied her reflection. Her obsession with mountain biking was responsible for her low body fat. Her brother had gotten a bike two years ago and she had fallen in love
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with it. Now she had three of the costly designer bikes in her garage and was eyeing a fourth for Christmas. Yes, it was an obsession, but she was a happy little addict, getting up an hour early in the morning just to spend “quality time” with her one of her prized possessions before it was time to get to work. But that was a tenet of her personality. Obsession. She never did anything by half measures and never had even as a child. It was either a full nosedive into the deep end of the pool or nothing for her. It was one thing she and Colette shared. Colette was a bulldog when it came to doing things—she went for the throat every time. Maybe that explained why, on this Friday night, they were heading out to a BDSM gathering. Maybe plain sex wasn’t enough for either of them. She looked at her reflection with its little pebble nipples showing through her knit top. When she stepped into a pair of high heels, she turned to look at the way the spike heels pushed her bottom up beneath the dark purple leather skirt. Her thong was just visible above the low-rise waistband, a single black band of lace that ran to another metal ring sitting right above where her bottom cheeks split. She wasn’t sure she was a submissive but it was just possible she might manage to get rid of her long-held virginity tonight. Attending a party where sex was an open topic could just be the way to find a man who excited her. There was no need to secretly hope that he was the demanding sort she longed for because at this kind of event, he’d be able to state it before she left with him. There wouldn’t be any disappointing revelations once they made it to the bedroom. At least not the sort she had faced to date, finding herself in bed with one hunk of a man who turned out to have no spine once her dress was off. She sighed. She didn’t want to be raped—she wanted to be taken. Not begged to death. Still, excitement pulsed through her as she considered her reflection. She did look like a treat, just waiting for a man to boldly reach for her. He had to be out there— she just hadn’t collided with him yet. That wasn’t kinky. It was a normal, looking-forMr.-Right sort of longing. Cinderella had gone to a ball and she was on her way to a party where boldness wasn’t considered a chauvinistic sin. At least not if both parties agreed that it wasn’t. From what she’d learned on the chat loops and from Colette, honesty was the policy. Doms were open about their expectations and they also told you right up front if they had pets, slaves or sluts. Some Doms had more than one partner but it wasn’t in the closet. Some of the couples were married and they preferred the Dominant/submissive relationship. Her curiosity rose to match her excitement as Colette’s headlights flashed across the front window. Picking up her purse, she didn’t look back as she locked the door behind her. Leaving the house felt like some kind of huge step, and Jane frowned as a wave of apprehension moved through her. She bit her lower lip before she opened the passenger side of Colette’s electric-blue Corvette. A leather corset peeked out under a blazer tossed over it to hide her friend’s fetish for tight-laced leather garments. Colette 8
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had spent a small fortune to have the things made by a historical costumer. Jane had looked at a few of them but had never seen Colette strapped in. The amount of cleavage peeking out of that blazer was quite impressive. “You wore the skirt. There just might be hope for you yet, Jane, my girl.” Colette’s voice contained a little too much humor for Jane’s current nervousness. She glared at her friend as she thought about getting out of the car before she did anything…irreversible. But the smirk sitting on Colette’s face dared her to get into the car. They had a long history of mischief together. Tonight was just another link in the chain. “Bite me.” Jane dropped into the low seat and pulled the door shut as she reached for her seat beat. Colette laughed as she put the car in reverse and backed out of the driveway. “Sorry, honey, I like boy toys. If it doesn’t have a cock, I don’t bite it.” Her lips curved into a huge smile as she ran the tip of her tongue over her lower lip. A deep throaty chuckle escaped as she turned her attention to the evening traffic. “But I do bite.”
***** The house they pulled up to was huge. It sat behind a security gate that required Colette to punch in a pass code to gain entrance. She drove smoothly toward the white edifice sitting at the end of a long driveway. The cars parked outside were all expensive. Apparently, it was a high-class clientele who attended these gatherings. The gate sliding smoothly shut told her that they wanted to remain anonymous to the traffic passing by. The cars were parked three and four deep. That would make it hard to leave. Most people would have just curb parked outside the gate but there hadn’t been a single car. It looked like she wasn’t the only one who thought about what being at this sort of gathering might do to a career. “Now listen up, Jane, the rules are simple. Don’t say anything you don’t intend to back up with your body. Just tell a guy no and he’ll go away. But this is a private party so what happens here, stays here. Got that?” “Yeah, I sort of figured that out already.” Colette raised both her eyebrows as she pushed her door open. “Oh, baby girl, you haven’t figured anything out. But Colette is here to save the day, so get ready to have your rose-colored glasses shattered for good.” Colette smirked at her once again as she reached out and fingered some of her hair. Jane flinched at the personal touch and Colette chuckled once again. “There are times you’re a true bitch, Colette.” The door slammed shut as Jane walked around the hood of the sports car. Colette smiled at her as she opened a little mirror and applied a fresh coat of lipstick to her
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mouth. The compact snapped shut as Colette smacked her lips together. “I know I am, see? I told you I’m a Domme. It comes naturally. My inner bitch needs to be free in the bedroom.” Colette lost her amused expression as she aimed a dark look at her. “And yours needs to be impressed. Domination will bring out your passion, Jane. Just wait and see. If you’re bored, we’ll go find something else to do.” Her friend offered her a conspiratorial grin. “Want to know one of the reasons why I think you’re a submissive?” Jane rolled her eyes and propped her hands on her hips. “By all means, enlighten me, oh wise one.” Colette clicked her tongue at her tone of voice. She shook her head and raised a finger at her. “You’re a submissive because you’re too proud to give it up to a wimp. The only cock that is getting between your thighs is the one that demands it. You just need to be impressed.” “Um-hmm, just make sure you understand one thing. I don’t need a man to run my life.” And there couldn’t possibly be any kind of sex that was good enough to change that. Jane hadn’t spent the last five years of her life building her career around her ability to run an office, just to let a boyfriend trash it up. She wasn’t submissive ninety percent of the time and wasn’t planning on changing either. Her career was built on her ability to command and delegate. Still, every office professional she’d dated had left her cold. She snuck off into cyberspace to peer at the pictures of BDSM and panted. He gaze wandered to the house as her mind tried to decide what might be in there. Her mouth went dry as she thought about some of the blogs she’d read. She wanted to find one of those kind of men. It tantalized her, sending sweet need through her body. Maybe she was just deranged. Colette raised an eyebrow at her. “I’m talking about your private life, Jane, and believe me you need a man who’s bold enough to tell you what he wants. Aren’t you sick of the little puppies begging for a taste of your pussy? Admit that it leaves you cold.” Jane felt her face go pale. She was tired of it, the soft kisses that didn’t even come close to being demanding. The dinners where her partner worried if he cracked an offcolor joke and offended her feminine power. There was no heat in the eyes that roamed over her, no promise lurking in the polite looks she gained over the dinner table. Nothing even close to demanding, no chase or determination. She might not understand why she longed for it, but she did. It was like a craving she could ignore but not erase. It lived inside her, yearning for the chance to really burn. “How did you know that?” Her voice was a little soft, betraying how intimate a secret Colette had touched on. Her friend smiled with honesty shining in her eyes. “Do you think it was any easier for me to admit to myself? I was raised with the same ideal of fairytale relationships too. But it didn’t work and I’m not willing to live a lie.”
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Colette waved her hand in the air before using one finger to lead her up the driveway. “Come on, I don’t want to be late.” Jane felt her heart rate accelerate with each click of her heels. Excitement raced through her veins as she recalled bits of postings on her chat loops. Those submissives would sometimes talk about new sensations they’d tried. The idea was that Doms stimulated, and it was up to the submissive to trust her Dom enough to let him guide her. Between Dom and submissive, trust was essential to pleasure. It was a hell of a lot of control to yield. Did she have it in her? That ability to give complete control to a Dom? Trust him with her body to the point of allowing him to bind her into helplessness? Jane waited on the doorstep and felt her nipples drawing tight. A picture of her sitting on her knees sprang up in her thoughts and sent a crazy wave of excitement toward her clit. She felt fluid reach her thong and soak into the lace triangle that covered the entrance to her pussy. Jane didn’t think she’d ever been that wet from just the idea of anything. Maybe her panties had been soaked after she’d masturbated but not from just arriving at a party. Damn, she hadn’t even laid eyes on a good-looking, demanding Dom. The door opened and a man in a tuxedo gave them a half bow. The formal attire was a little disappointing considering Colette was hiding a leather corset under her blazer. Whoever he was, he shut the door behind them like a butler out of some English manor house. Colette walked right into the foyer like she knew exactly where she was going. Jane followed and they turned the corner and went up a set of marble stairs, her heels clicking the whole way. It was amazingly silent for the number of cars parked out front. At the top of the stairs, Colette turned left and walked toward a set of double doors. A man with long blond hair stood there with a slightly startled expression on his face. Jane was kind of surprised too. Whoever the guy was, he had shoulders to drool over. He was also wearing a tux, but man, did he fill out the shoulders of the thing. “Colette, you know we have an auction tonight?” Colette tossed her head. “Oh yes, that’s why I brought my friend along. Don’t fret, we’ve been tight since grade school. Jane is trustworthy.” The man considered her for a moment before he offered Colette a half bow and reached for the brass doorknob on one side of the double doors. “Enjoy your evening.” Jane followed Colette through the door and found herself stepping into an alternate dimension. Inside that room was nothing like what had been on the other side of the door. Music filled the air, only it wasn’t blaring steel guitars. It was more New Age, with the volume kept low enough that the assembled guests didn’t have to shout over it. Colette held her arms up and a bare-chested man stepped up to remove her coat. The leather corset her friend had been hiding beneath her coat suited the tone of the evening to perfection. There was a little hum of approval from the room as Colette’s jacket was removed.
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The same man reached for Jane’s purse. Both his nipples were pierced, the little gold hoops piercing them sporting what looked like rubies hanging on the end. Jane felt a twinge in her own nipples as she handed over her purse and followed Colette. It wasn’t just a room. It was the entire half of the house. There were no full walls— all were cut with arches giving it an open, expansive feel. Plush furniture was scattered about with a few tasteful decorator plants. It was the size of a hotel ballroom and across the way Jane noticed that instead of windows, there were several sets of double French doors propped opened to show a veranda. There was even a dance floor with a hardwood surface and professional lighting such as one would find in theaters or hanging above a dance floor in a nightclub. Apparently the owner of the house enjoyed entertaining on a higher level. Jane shivered as she considered the sort of man who would take a house party to such a degree. It would be interesting to see if he paid that much attention to everything. Especially in the bedroom. The rules of this party immediately made themselves known. Leather was the choice for the evening. Leather skirts, vests, chaps and more corsets than Jane had ever seen in one place besides a museum. Leather toys abounded as well—leashes and collars and riding crops hooked onto belts of the guests. It was sure a change from the sort of fashion accessories you saw at a nightclub. The belts on these girls were solid and constructed for a purpose, not fad jewelry inspired by a rock singer. Bare chests were also in fashion but not just male ones. Several female submissives moved along with their Doms with their breasts uncovered. In many cases the little skirts they wore were their only garment. Some of those girls wore collars, and a few were actually strapped into gags. And everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. It was like stepping into one of the blogs she read in the dark. Glancing around the room, she stared at a Dom as he boldly kissed his submissive. His hand gripped her nape while he French-kissed her. His opposite hand gently handled one of her breasts, the fingers pinching the nipple with control. It didn’t strike her as cheap. She envied the other girl that kiss because it was so centered on her. The Dom was focused on her, trailing kisses over her jaw as he pulled her head back to expose her neck. “Friend of yours, Colette?” Jane jerked her eyes away from the other guests as a male voice came from right over her shoulder. It was dark and hushed but completely controlled in a manner she didn’t think she’d ever heard outside a movie. A shiver ran up her arms and gooseflesh raised her skin into little bumps. Looking up, she noticed that whoever he was, his eyes were focused on the reaction showing on her skin. His lips moved slightly before he looked up and caught her gaze with his. Her throat tightened as Jane looked into a pair of topaz eyes that felt like they were looking straight into her soul. Her nerves were really getting the best of her but that didn’t stop her from quivering in response to his stare. Her skin tingled everywhere his
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eyes landed. He had shoulders that spoke of lifting weights, but the power radiating from him was as much mental as physical. “My best friend Jane.” “And a submissive.” His deep voice set off a fluttering in her womb with a single word. She had no idea if it was the label or the tone, but the two combined made her shiver. Jane sent him a hard look but a male chuckle was her only response. Amusement sparkled from those topaz eyes before he ran his gaze down her body. Heat flooded her face as Jane watched the guy inspect her before looking back up at her face. The thing that amazed her was the hard certainty he wanted her to know he was looking at her. Accustomed to guys sneaking a look at girls as they walked by, this blunt method of appraisal, making sure she understood she was being given the once-over, made it feel so much more intense. It was also boldness incarnate. “You’ve managed to make my evening far more interesting than I anticipated with your presence,” he said. Man oh man, whatever Jane might have decided about tonight’s gathering, she was still taken aback by the blunt sexuality staring her in the face. She couldn’t decide what the correct response was and Colette’s warning to not say anything that she wasn’t willing to back up was bouncing around her skull as those assessing eyes watched her keenly. His lips slowly rose into a grin as Jane kept looking at him but nibbled on her lower lip instead of replying. The reason was simple. Temptation. It was looking at her right now and attempting to mesmerize her with topaz eyes. She dropped her eyes down his length, answering her curiosity. She bit her lip some more—with hunger this time—as the soft fabric of his pants outlined his impressive cock, telling her that he was indeed hard. Her eyes lifted sharply, to a shirt that was deep blue and kind of full, a little like a pirate shirt. Open to mid chest, it teased her with more temptation as she got a little glimpse of the condition of his chest. If there was any excess flesh on him, Jane couldn’t find it. Somehow, the idea that he drove his own body to excel at fitness just enhanced his appeal. This guy accepted only the best and Jane shivered as she considered what he might demand of a submissive. Or give as a Dom. All the cravings she’d shoved down into her darkest hidden places clamored for release. If ever a little girl dreamed of love at first sight, there was a part of her that had fantasized about need at first glance. It was as unnerving as it was exciting. She didn’t answer him as she tried to make sense of the rush of fascination. He moved suddenly, and lifted one hand toward her. The back of his hand stroked the hot surface of one side of her face and Jane heard herself gasp as sensation ignited from that simple touch. His eyes narrowed at her as his lips lost all hint of amusement. “Will you have a drink with me after the auction, Jane?”
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“Sure.” The word just tumbled out of her mouth before her brain re-engaged. She answered him out of an impulse to be near him again. Every little nerve ending she had was poised and awaiting another connection between their flesh. Maybe it was due to her fantasies building up the party and its possibilities all day long, but that didn’t change the fact that her heart was racing. The lights flickered and he offered her a smile. “Excuse me, I need to see to our first auction. But I will be back for you to honor your promise, Jane.” Firm determination edged his voice as he reached between them and gently pulled her lower lip free from her teeth. He was gone a second later. Jane felt her mouth go dry. The soft fabric of his pants molded over a tight set of buns as he moved, and she just couldn’t help but notice the way the man walked. He reminded her of a large predatory cat. Like a tiger as it stalked through its hunting grounds, completely confident of its superiority over every animal that might cross its path. “I told you. I so told you. Did I mention that I was so right?” Colette was preening from gold-hooped earring to gold-hooped earring. The smirk on her face made Jane shift in her high heels as she tried to figure out a rational reason for her fascination with the man. “So that was a Dom? Interesting.” Colette tossed her head and laughed. “Nice try, Jane. You know, some people might even buy that line, but I know you too well. Admit it, hidden behind that purple leather is one hot pussy. I can see the need burning on your face.” “Get real.” Colette rolled her eyes. “Please, girlfriend, this isn’t the prom. Sexual attraction isn’t a crime, and I for one prefer it to be right out in the open. Trenton does too. He’s been a Dom for years and he’s one of the most sincere, but don’t use his name unless he gives you permission. But it’s nice to know that we’ll be staying. You don’t look bored to me.” Jane had to laugh. She was anything but bored. Colette had that much right. “What do you mean by sincere?” It wasn’t something she’d expected to hear in relationship to the BDSM crowd. Her friend shrugged, but there was a flash in her eyes of the deep bond that made them inseparable even when it came to sexual practices. “Like any date scene, this one has its players. Doms that came tonight for the sex, subs that showed up for the kink factor in a somewhat safe environment. Trenton doesn’t run in those circles. He’s, for lack of a better term, a good guy.” Colette shifted closer. “He’s your host tonight by the way. I expected him to investigate any new face but the chemistry between you two was quite the surprise.” “Don’t bet too much on it.” Her friend waved a hand in the air, “It’s not up to me, Jane. You do what you want. It’s just a party where you can be honest.” A soft sigh left Colette’s lips. “I feel at ease here.” 14
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She looked it too. Jane glanced around the room but wasn’t fascinated by the topless women. The relaxed attitude drew her attention. People weren’t sneaking off into the hallway bathroom to kiss or stroke a nipple. It wasn’t dingy or seedy. It was simply a gathering of friends. “We’d better find a seat.” Colette sat on a sofa, moving over to make room for her. “This next part is a little more extreme, Jane. Be a pal and remember that none of this happened.” Turning a firm look on her, Colette was very serious. “I could get booted out if you spill your guts on what happens here.” “Have I ever squealed on you?” Colette grinned and hugged her. “No. That’s why I brought you. Maybe this is just another reason why we connected as friends. We have so much in common, even BDSM.” The lights flickered again, saving her from responding. The conversation died out around the room. The music lowered until it was completely gone and the light level dimmed as everyone found a seat. Doms sat on the furniture and most of the submissives knelt on the floor. Jane looked around the room, taking in little details of the alternate preferences practiced there. Some of the Doms stroked or petted their submissives. The stark difference between this party and the ones she usually attended was, in some cases a Dom would reach out and cup the nude breast of his submissive, instead of the more sedate draping of an arm across a date’s shoulders. It was the honest truth that it turned her on. Colette had been completely right about one thing—Jane didn’t think that her pussy had ever been so hot. Maybe it was due to overstimulation, but right then the idea of fucking sounded better than it ever had. The teasing outline of Trenton’s cock flashed through her memory and her body shouted with approval. The chink of chains rattling against themselves gained a chorus of murmurs from the room as a man was brought forward. Jane stared in shock at the fact that, whoever he was, he was completely naked. His eyes were covered with a blindfold and his hands bound behind his back with chains. Trenton led him forward to the center of the dance floor where he pressed him down onto his knees. Trenton stepped behind the man and there was another set of chinks and clicks as he snapped a chain onto the wide manacles the guy wore around his ankles. A chain was attached to each ankle and then to the twin ones holding his wrists. He knelt there with his legs spread, the blindfold the only garment on him. His cock was sticking straight up as the room’s occupants looked their fill at him. A crazy twist of excitement grabbed her as Jane looked at the male submissive. To allow himself to be so vulnerable, yet by doing it, he held everyone’s complete attention. She envied him. “Bidding Doms step forward. Tonight’s first auction is a trained male submissive. One week time period.”
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Trenton sat down after he spoke and two women in pants stood up to look at the submissive. Their eyes didn’t miss a single detail as they slowly moved around his kneeling form. “God, that’s a delicious-looking cock.” Colette clicked her long nails together, betraying the fact that she was contemplating something. Jane knew the little nervous gesture her friend used when she was debating with herself. “I think I’m going to join the bidding, Jane. Be a good friend and hope I win him.” “How are you going to try and win him?” Her friend smiled. It wasn’t a nice expression either. Jane knew it well from countless moments of being her companion in mayhem. “By proving my worth to him.” She fluttered her eyelashes as she propped a hand on her hip. She leaned down to keep her words from drifting too far. “The submissive really holds the power, Jane. By submitting, he is challenging me to master him. The Dom has to prove that he is skilled enough to be worthy of submission from a partner. It’s so completely intimate. By placing himself on auction, he’s declaring that he’s not going home without having it shown to him that his Dom can make his body perform.” Colette’s voice was husky by the time she finished. She licked her lower lip and straightened up, returning her eyes to the kneeling man. The light of competition sent a flush across her cheeks. The room was silent. Jane could hear the submissive as his respiration increased. His chest was rising and falling at an accelerated pace as he caught the first taps of the Dommes’ heels clicking on the hardwood floor. His cock looked like it was getting harder as the women circled him, slowly closing in on him. Jane knew one thing for sure right then—if she was on either side of the Dom/sub coin, it was the submissive one. Her eyes were glued to the man on his knees, her thoughts revolving around what he was feeling at that moment. She was jealous of the attention being lavished at him. A longing was building up inside her to sample what it felt like to be on auction. But how exactly did the Doms prove their worth? An auction normally involved money. The Dommes moved around the submissive in an intense study of his bare body. If they offered money, Jane realized she was going to be very disappointed. Being bought didn’t turn her on at all. The impressive power suits of the men she’d dated hadn’t inspired her to join them in bed either. Cash wasn’t the issue. “Any more bidders?” Trenton’s voice sent a ripple of sensation through her. Jane marveled at her newfound ability to respond to just his voice. It was like being tuned in to a frequency that no one else knew about except her. No one else stood up as the three Dommes on the floor looked around the room. “Commence with your bids. Climax will conclude the auction.” Jane jumped as Trenton looked directly at her as he said the word climax. Her clit throbbed as she considered being brought to orgasm in the middle of a dance floor.
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Excitement raced through her as she looked back at the erect cock of the chained submissive. Climax… She shivered as need twisted through her. She wanted to come. Her body was as aroused as the bound submissive’s. Her pussy moist with her rising excitement. The Dommes moved closer to the submissive and Jane felt her breath freeze in her throat. He flinched at the first touch, a simple stroke along his shoulder blades, but blindfolded, he would be suspended in tense anticipation. The only hint of where the next touch was coming from was the click of those heels on the dance floor. Sweat broke out on his skin as all three Dommes took turns stroking and touching him. They were never in contact with him at the same time. They took turns and slowly worked their way over his body, moving lower as he trembled visibly under their stimulation. The head of his cock began turning red as his arms made little involuntary jerks against his restraints. His chest shuddered as the Dommes lightly stroked the length of his cock. They used a single finger they moistened in their mouths first. Jane felt her belly twist with need as she waited for the erotic demonstration to finish. She couldn’t have torn her eyes from that swollen cock for all the gold in the world. She needed to watch the climax, her body drawing tighter as each touch pushed the submissive closer to ejaculation. Colette suddenly leaned down and whispered next to the submissive’s ear. She stroked the underside of his cock and his body convulsed. He cried out as his cock ejaculated onto the wooden floor. Jane felt an answering twist from her own body but climax didn’t quite take her. Instead she burned even more, balancing on the edge of desperation for a single stroke across her clit to bring her relief. She watched Colette run her hands over the submissive’s head in soothing motions. His head drooped down to rest on her shoulder as she knelt in front of him. Their embrace looked so tender. A low round of applause began filling the room and it was slightly shocking to remember she wasn’t alone but in the company of other people. She had been so focused on the auction, it was as if no one else was within a mile of her. “Amazing, isn’t it? It’s the tightest of bonds between Dom and submissive. Without each other, there’s no current—only normalcy.” Trenton’s voice was deep and husky. She may have met the man only half an hour go, but recognition was instant. Trenton was behind her, watching her with deep concentration. Another blush burned across her cheeks because Jane knew without a doubt he had studied her the whole time. A small grin appeared on his face as he noticed the color staining her face. He lifted his hand but did it slower this time, like he was judging her reaction to his impending touch. She held steady as he stroked her cheek once more and that same jolt of sensation shot down her spine. “Ready to come out of the closet, little Jane?” Her eyes widened as she looked back at the dance floor to avoid his piercing stare while she thought of a good answer. Colette was unhooking the chains that bound the
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submissive’s ankles. He stood up on shaky legs, following her friend as she left the room. Trenton clicked his tongue at her. “Colette will be busy for the rest of the evening. Maybe we should go and have that drink you promised to share with me.” A shiver shook her body as Jane looked back at Trenton. His eyes were incredibly intense, and what bothered her the most was the increasing urge she had to follow him wherever he led. It was a crazy sort of longing that was all centered around the excitement he stirred inside her. It was impulsive and insane, like a fire dancing in the night air. There was no anticipating where the flames would shoot up next. “I’m not sure I should go anywhere with you.” Even across the room to the bar seemed like some kind of public declaration. Her eyes flickered to the purple leather skirt resting on the top of her thighs and Jane realized that the garment was in fact a public statement. One Trenton was taking very seriously. “I’m not even sure I like the idea of being submissive at all. I was just curious.” One dark eyebrow rose as his eyes lit with challenge. That predator she’d thought he moved like was now staring at her though his topaz gaze. “It’s more I see it in your eyes.” His thumb pressed against her lower lip, drawing a gasp from her. “This level of response isn’t something to toss aside. It’s more of a gift meant to be lingered over.” He pressed his lips into a firm line when she broke off their eye contact. “I will be happy to prove it to you.” Her teeth went back to her bottom lip as her eyes flew back to his face. There was a promise burning in his eyes that she desperately wanted to taste. The sexual hunger building inside her had already passed everything that she knew how to cope with. It was like knowing that your sanity was about to crack and your inner animal was going to be in control as every dark urge you kept sealed away ruled you. “I don’t think so.” Her voice actually shook but she wasn’t afraid. It was more intense than fear, more extreme than desire. The combination of both emotions was causing a burn that was hotter and more destructive to her self-control than any regular sexual interest flame. She just wanted to feel, not think. Experience every little touch while her mind became something that processed only sensation instead of rational thoughts. She wanted to let him take her someplace where the ideas of right and wrong didn’t mean anything. Trenton leaned forward and brushed one of her beaded nipples with his thumb. Pleasure shot across her belly as she sucked her breath in on a harsh note. “You aren’t sure, Jane? Do you want me to call you a cab so you can run away and sleep in your bed alone? Maybe masturbate a few times before frustration claims you completely and you get mad at everything in your life because what you crave doesn’t fit into what you’ve been raised to accept as correct behavior?” “No.” Jane snapped the word at him. She did not want to go anywhere. The current of the gathering fed her, sustaining her with its level of intensity. The promise burning
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in his eyes made her feel so attractive, it was almost addictive because she didn’t want to walk away from it. She needed to bask in the glow his hunger, not lie in her cold bed. “No what? No masturbation or no cab? Maybe I should simply ask if you’d prefer me bidding on you instead of sharing a drink. Should I prove to you that I can master your sweet body even when you aren’t sure whose hand is on you?” “Would you?” The words were a whisper from the animal inside that was straining to break free, a solitary sliver of light showing through her façade of control and denial. Trenton leaned even closer, so close she felt the brush of his breath against her lips. “Yes…and I would win you.” His voice snapped like a whip. Hard, determined and needy. She shivered as the sound of it shook her. “I think that seeing you kneeling in submission just might be one of the most erotic things I’ve ever encountered.” Did she dare? Jane turned her head to stare at the dance floor. A single spotlight remained aimed at the area where the submissive had knelt, almost like it was waiting for her. She still felt the excitement and the tension that had filled her as those Dommes had slowly circled their prey. It would be like diving into a dark pool of liquid impulses. Her urges set free and displayed as her body was played like an instrument by a master musician. “Thinking about it, Jane?” Trenton’s breath brushed her ear. “I am. Do you know I can smell how wet you are? The scent rising from your pussy is driving me near insane. I would like to prove it to you. Push your body into climax while the room watches and notices exactly how well you respond to me. It’s a risk, isn’t it? Allowing every shred of what you know to be correct to be stripped from you so publicly. Kneeling there and accepting pleasure from an unseen hand. You would come for me, Jane, when I gave you the command.” Her clit throbbed, unwilling to ignore the image his words painted. It was more than just Trenton’s voice. It was the remembered feeling of envy for that submissive, the burn in her pussy as he ejaculated at the stroke of a single finger, the whisper of a word. It was the mesmerizing pull of that promise lurking in Trenton’s eyes, hinting at a possession that would be so much more than just fucking. What she craved was pleasure so controlling, it risked her sanity. He stroked her cheek again, this time running all five fingertips along her jaw. His gaze followed the touch. Intent on it, like touching her was the most important thing to him at that moment. He was focused on her, intent on drawing reactions from her flesh. A tiny whimper crossed her lips and he smiled as he heard it. “Even blindfolded you would know it was my touch.” His voice was coated with pride. Arrogant male confidence in his effect on her. So dangerous…yet so tempting and so very close at hand. For months she had been playing with the fantasy, immersed in the idea. Now she was staring at the opportunity to make it into reality. Her heart rate accelerated as her pussy gave a hard contraction. She actually burned for it. “All right.”
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Jane expected Trenton to chuckle. He didn’t. A low growl brushed past her ear and she shivered at the warning contained in that sound. Her skin rose into goose bumps— her nipples twisted so tight they hurt. It was now more than desire that drove her toward that floor, it was an ache that Jane just knew she couldn’t banish any other way. She had to do it, exactly as she had witnessed it. Jane needed to be on that auction floor. And she was going to answer that craving. “Do you know what you’re doing, Janie girl?” Colette’s voice was extremely controlled but it startled Jane because she hadn’t expected her friend to reappear so soon after winning her auction. Colette walked into the bathroom Jane had been shown into to “prepare”. Did she know what she was doing? Well, that was a good question but one Jane decided to steer her thoughts away from. She was going to do it and that was something she understood in the pit of her gut. Her brain was still muddled with too many ideas to make a firm decision. Colette’s heels clicked on the tiles as she moved closer and lifted Jane’s chin with one hand. She studied Jane for a time before her lips began to twitch up into a grin. “Told you so.” Colette practically sang those words as she hummed under her breath. “Well it’s a good thing Trenton got me because you have no clue how to get ready. You need to take those clothes off first.” Jane fingered the hem of her top for a second. She knew she was going on display nude but that first exposure was still a hard line to cross. Jane bit into her lower lip as she raised her arms and pulled her top up her body. The cool air felt good against her skin, like freedom. Her nipples tingled as they rejoiced over being free of confinement. “You have the cutest little nipples, Jane. If I did girls, I think I’d be hot on your tail.” Colette laughed at the shocked expression on Jane’s face. “Don’t worry, I told you I like my toys to have cocks.” “Did you try it?” Jane unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. Her fingers were shaking a little as she folded the garment and placed it on the bathroom countertop. “With a woman?” Colette fluttered her eyelashes as she turned around to reach into the shower to turn the water on. “A couple of times, but it really didn’t work for me. My pussy just isn’t happy unless there’s a cock in it. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy a good tonguelapping but I need a hard fucking to finish it all up and a strap-on dildo doesn’t feed my appetite.” “I think that might have been too much information, Colette.” Colette propped a hand on her hip as her eyes narrowed. “Excuse me? I thought Trenton told me that you agreed to be auctioned off tonight? If that’s the case, trust me, frank talking had better not be too much for you to handle. If it is, let me point you
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toward the back door. You can make an escape right now before I get around to telling you that your pussy needs to be shaved bare before your auction.” Jane’s hand lowered until it was covering the little curls on top of her mons. Her clit throbbed with approval. Even the execution of that instruction was getting a little caught up in her rational thinking. The reason was simple—there was nothing logical about what she was doing. Going on auction was about feeling, and the challenge it laid in front of Trenton. She wanted to know if he could do it. Really command her body so completely that she’d forget about the people watching and the chains around her wrists. Could his touch really suspend her every thought enough to drop her into climax? It was certainly a different way to get to know a man before you had sex with him. But it excited the hell out of her. “If time wasn’t an issue, you’d be told to wax it off. That ensures no stubble for your Master.” Colette held the shower door open and steam came out in a huge cloud. “And then we’ll get to the personal hygiene, but submission begins with offering your entire body. There are no taboos. Your Master will expect you to bring an open mind to his training. You’ll enjoy it more if you do.” Colette held the shower door and lifted one eyebrow at her in challenge. Jane looked at the steam as her pussy begged her to get into that water and begin her preparation. She truly didn’t know just what the hell she was doing. The only thing she was sure about was the fact that she would regret it if she dashed out the back door. The reason was simple—she could tuck her tail between her legs and run, but the longings and cravings would be right there inside her to keep her company the whole way. She couldn’t run away from herself. She reached for a new razor that was lying out on the countertop. Excitement flashed over Colette’s face as Jane shrugged her shoulders and walked past her into the shower. “I’m doing it.”
***** Trenton was actually jealous for the first time in a very long time. He frowned at his guests as they began to anticipate Jane’s auction. Excitement rippled through the men as they anticipated getting a chance at a virgin. Trenton didn’t like it. He felt the weight of Jane’s decision weighing on his shoulders because he’d taunted her into it. But there was another emotion lacing his guilt. The burn of appreciation worked its way through him as he silently applauded her determination. Submissives often stalked him, begging for a taste of him only because they’d heard rumors. Half the Doms in the room would take those offers and not give a rat’s ass about anything beyond their own sexual gratification. It was the main reason he’d given up on the game. The bond of trust that he formed with a submissive was so tight it lingered even if they parted. He didn’t take a submissive very often because of the commitment level he 21
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personally would have to invest in the relationship. He needed more than sex from his encounters. Scanning the room for a willing partner didn’t interest him anymore. The jump from his heart when he’d stared into Jane’s eyes was the thing that he craved. That brush of attraction that you couldn’t predict. It wasn’t about her brown hair with its copper highlights or the curves of her hips, or even the small breasts with their tight nipples. Bidding on her rose from the challenge he’d seen shimmering in her eyes and the blush staining her cheeks in response to his touch. Those were the things a submissive couldn’t fake. Attraction was either there between two people or the relationship was doomed to crumble into mere sex. That wasn’t enough for him. Not anymore. “You look like you’re considering bidding, my friend.” Shamus Covene spoke in a low tone that didn’t get past Trenton to the other members of the party. “Thought I’d investigate just why.” A quick glance at his friend reveled a pair of dark eyes intent on dissecting his motives but that was just part of Shamus’ charm. The man was a federal agent who never spoke about his work. He was a mountain of muscle that he camouflaged beneath baggy clothing. There would be at least one gun on him, even tonight, when he was offduty. Shamus never let his guard down. Trenton offered, “I’m thinking about it.” Shamus let out a low whistle. He added a smirk when Trenton cast him another glance. “Sounds like fun,” said Shamus. Trenton stiffened. “Forget it, Shamus. Why don’t you take that blonde panting over you up to your guest room?” Shamus chuckled. “And miss the game? Come on, buddy, you’re not really the winner if you aren’t playing against a man who has the ability to kick your ass.” Trenton felt the rise of heat burn along his entire body. His lips curled back from his teeth as he locked stares with Shamus. “I’ll win. Even against you.” His friend lost his teasing expression as the first chinks of metal chain filtered in from the back hallway. “Can’t wait to watch you try.” Watching Shamus flex his arms fueled Trenton’s temper. “You’re a bastard.” His friend enjoyed the label, grinning with pride. Another chink from the hallway snared his attention. Casting his gaze back toward the doorway Jane would be brought through, Trenton returned to savoring the burn of anticipation. Jane was going to be the most amazing submissive experience he had ever known. Trenton felt it in every cell of his body. There wasn’t another female submissive in the room who would have hesitated over his offer of sharing a drink. Jane was demanding more from him and it fired his blood. She wouldn’t beg him to take her upstairs and that set her above every submissive he’d met. Instead she needed him to prove he was the man to dominate her while her eyes were covered and she was denied the chance to make a brain-fueled decision on just whom to let between her
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thighs. It was the most intense form of trust from a submissive, the willingness to let the body be the receptor while the brain was forced to accept the will of the flesh. It was also a dare. A gauntlet tossed down at his feet. The approaching action was going to test his control as he was forced to compete fairly and risk losing her to Shamus. His friend wasn’t an easy man to defeat, but maybe Shamus had a point. Victory was best savored when the fight had been hard. It had been a long time since he’d hunted, but his instincts were stirring as the lights flickered. Aggression boiled just below the surface as he closed his eyes and anticipated inhaling the scent of Jane’s pussy. Trenton opened his eyes to see Jane’s shoulders tense in reaction to her friend gently pushing her to her knees. A shiver raced over her bare skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps. But she kept her back straight as her chest expanded with a deep breath. Colette finished chaining Jane’s feet and stepped away from her friend. Trenton stood up to engage his prey.
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Chapter Two The pounding of her heartbeat was so loud, it filled her ears. Jane struggled to hear beyond her racing circulatory system. The wooden dance floor was hard beneath her knees, reminding her rather bluntly that she really was kneeling in front of a room full of people—naked. The display excited her further. Maybe she was sick, twisted or kinky, but facing that room was the most daring sexual thing she had ever done. Okay, so it was also the first major sexual act she had committed, but Jane got her reward as her skin flushed with heat and she caught the scent of her own arousal. She was far from relaxed as she listened to the room grow even more silent. Each click of her chains as Colette finished snapping the restraints into place was louder than the last. Her nipples tightened further with each little metallic sound and her breathing increased. Her pussy felt swollen. Newly shaved, Jane was acutely aware of the skin and its sensitive nerve endings. Spreading the soap over her mons in order to shave had touched off a wealth of sensation that she had never noticed before. Now, as her knees were spread, the folds of her slit fell apart and she felt the brush of the air-conditioning against the fluid that was still seeping from her overheated pussy. Nothing was covering her clit. The tiny bundle of nerve receptors was pulsing and burning for a single touch to relieve her hunger. With her eyes covered, Jane found her hunger growing and twisting because she was no longer distracted by her sense of sight. Her skin transmitted each brush of air and her knees felt the vibrations on the dance floor as Colette walked away, leaving her chained. The top of her head felt the heat from the spotlight as it illuminated her bare body. “Up for auction is a novice submissive and a virgin, too.” Colette’s voice rang out across the room and there was a mutter of approval from the guests. A low round of applause rang out for her very public coming out of the closet and admitting that she was a submissive. She was far from sure about what she was. Her present position was a quest for understanding. She yearned to understand why her body had never offered up such a level of sexual tension before tonight. But there was no way she was just going to follow Trenton anywhere either. The only way she knew to figure out anything was to challenge Trenton. It was a high-stakes gamble but one she was betting on. Of course he might not win her. Jane shivered as she thought about one of the other men in the gathering being the one to own her for the next week. Could she hold to her promise and honor her auction if her blindfold was raised and she saw a stranger’s face in front of her?
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Well Trenton was a stranger too. That was one of the main reasons she was kneeling nude under a spotlight. She shouldn’t have been so turned on by Trenton either, and yet she was. “Bidding Doms step forward.” Her heart froze for a moment as she waited to hear approaching footsteps. Jane waited but heard nothing. Her knees felt the Doms coming before her ears heard them. She suddenly realized that men’s shoes made so much less noise than high heels did. The wooden surface vibrated, as if she had flown into a spider web and now her thrashing was alerting the spider to her presence. She felt more like prey with each little step and vibration. She swore she could feel their eyes as they considered her body and contemplated the best way to stimulate her. Her breath shuddered as her arms jerked against her chains. It was a motion born from the instinct to flee from a hunter. The Doms were stalking her, closing the circle, preparing to strike. But rising above that nervous anticipation was her excitement. Knowing that Trenton was thinking about where to stroke her first sent a wave of heat through her. The first touch was to her hair. Her chains rattled again as her body jerked in a torrent of jumbled emotional signals. Her brain was hopelessly behind in sorting them into logical order, so her flesh took charge and responded without thought as she was reduced to an instinctive state. Another hand stroked the top of one breast and she gasped as that nipple twisted tighter. But the third touch was a stroke of two fingers across the surface of her face and her body snapped like a bullwhip because she knew it was Trenton. She caught the slight scent of his skin and recognized it on a base level. Her pussy twisted in response to his touch as her clit begged for the brush of his hand. The next touch didn’t excite her as much, nor did the following one. Her brain might have been overloaded but it knew what order Trenton was in and it insisted on telling her when it was his turn to touch her. He stroked her nipple next, his thumb gently circling the little nub for an endless moment. Her body drew tight as her spine bent and pressed her breast forward for his touch, and then when his hand withdrew, her nipple protested the loss of heat. Her entire body shivered as she waited for those hands to stroke lower on her body. Just knowing that their destination was her clit made the anticipation almost too much to endure. Her lips parted as she panted in an effort to supply enough oxygen to her racing heart. The knowledge that release was finally going to be granted to her burning pussy made those last few moments an excruciating agony that had Jane writhing against her bonds. Her hips thrust forward as she listened to her own whimpers as if they belonged to someone else. Those fingers moved over her belly and her back and then lower to her bottom, but her clit still felt starved for attention. The tops of her thighs were slick with her own juices as her spine convulsed and thrust her hips forward so hard her breasts bounced against her ribcage. Nothing mattered except her
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clit—even breathing could be cast aside as long as a solid stroke pressed down onto her swollen nub. They touched her thighs first, one after the other, always controlled and in order. Without her sight, seconds swelled into hours as those fingers connected with and then left her skin. Sensation traveled across the network of nerve endings that made up her body like electricity running to a hungry city. And then a touch lingered over her spread sex, up the center of its slick folds to her clit. A moment of pressure but she did not climax. It wasn’t Trenton. Jane understood then that her body would not come for anyone but him. The auction had been over before it began because the attraction between them was so intense. She just hadn’t recognized it for what it was. Another finger pressed over her clit with firm pressure and her hips jerked with the need to come but the scent her nose delivered to her senses wasn’t right. Her clit burned as she waited for the next bid. Jane smelled Trenton before he touched her clit. She felt his body heat as he kneeled on the wooden floor next to her. Her knees could feel the tiny vibrations of the floor taking his weight and it was like she could see him on one knee, just mere inches from her nude form even through her blindfold. His breath hit her ear as he leaned in toward her. One finger touched the opening of her pussy, circling that sensitive portal before sliding up her folds to her clit. Her hips jerked forward to offer the little button to that digit. “Come for me, Jane.” A bare whisper and her body obeyed. Her spine cracked like a leather whip as a deep moan so animalistic it frightened her, rose from her chest. Pleasure spiked through her pussy to her womb and then raced back down to her clit as that single finger rubbed her through the climax. Tears soaked into the blindfold because the release was as emotional as it was physical. Her brain wasn’t separated from her body. They spun around in a crazy vortex before she dragged enough oxygen into her starving lungs to notice her head was pillowed on a man’s shoulder. His hand gently massaging her stiff neck. A round of soft applause was dying away as her knees felt the retreating steps of the defeated Doms. Fear suddenly twisted her gut as she tried to be certain that it had been Trenton’s voice that commanded her climax. At that moment her thoughts were blurry and disorganized, but the fear that her blindfold would be raised and she’d see someone other than Trenton terrified her. How could she trust her sense of smell? She barely knew Trenton. Yet right then, Jane would have placed her hand on a Bible and sworn it was him cupping her face and smoothing her tears away. The way he handled her face was divine. Jane hadn’t known that a man’s hands could feel that way on her body. As though he was in complete control of everything around them, there was nothing he couldn’t dictate with the amount of strength flowing from his hands into her cheeks. If just a simple touch felt that way, fucking with him was going to shatter her sanity. 26
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The lights hurt as her blindfold was pushed up onto her forehead, and she blinked as pain speared into her eyes. She fluttered her eyelids as she tried to force her vision to show her who was kneeling so close to her. Endless little seconds tormented her with a growing fear of not seeing the man she craved. “I promised you I would win.” Her spine sagged with relief as Trenton studied her. He held her face between his hands, waiting for her eyes to focus on him and relay the proof of his victory to her brain. But there was no smug grin adorning his lips. Instead his mouth was curved down slightly as hunger flickered in his gaze. Her eyes dropped to his crotch without conscious thought. Soft fabric lay over his cock, displaying a hard length that made her mouth go dry. “Look at me.” She jerked her eyes back to his face and the flicker of hunger was gone now. Solid control was looking back at her as Trenton guarded his expression against giving her any hint at what he was feeling. “Should I call that cab?” A little smile lifted her lips as she shook her head, but the offer wasn’t lost on her. She got the idea that the other two Doms wouldn’t have given her an option to leave after winning her auction. An odd feeling of tenderness invaded her thoughts. It was a side of Domination and submission that Jane had never truly understood until right then. The chains and the discipline had another layer to them, and it was this gentle concern for her willingness to continue. She really did trust that Trenton would call her a cab if she asked him to. He cupped her chin with one hand as he sent the other trailing over her bare belly. She sucked in a gasp as he moved lower until his finger slipped into her wet sex. The spotlight still highlighted them, displaying everything Trenton was doing to anyone who desired to watch. It should have bothered her, but excitement raced through her body like fine wine as he found her clit and rubbed it gently. “Do you want to offer me your submission?” Trenton raised his voice enough to be heard across the room. She swallowed roughly as she recognized her first lesson at his powerful hands. He wanted a public acknowledgment of her position as his submissive. Winning her wasn’t sufficient, just as following him upstairs for a drink hadn’t been enough for her. “Yes.” She didn’t lower her voice but it came out as a squeak because her throat was so tight. Just that morning she’d run an office full of people who answered to her authority. Now she was on her knees, bound with chains as a Dom fingered her pussy during a public display of ownership. And it sent another wave of excitement through her. Trenton’s mask slipped slightly, showing her deep male approval of her acknowledgement before he pushed to his feet and moved behind her. The chains on her ankles clicked as he removed them
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but he left her hands shackled behind her back. Jane felt the warm brush of breath against her ear as Trenton leaned over her shoulder. “Stand up, Jane.” She did so as he cupped her hips to help her rise. Her knees wobbled slightly. One strong hand grasped her biceps to steady her and then that hand smoothed over her shoulder and under her hair. Something cold slipped around her neck and there was a metal click before Jane realized that he’d put a collar on her. Despite the fact that she wasn’t the only submissive wearing a collar tonight, she was still shocked. The thing felt heavy around her throat, and her skin turned hot as she shifted from one bare foot to the other, trying to decide just what she thought about it. She felt as if everyone was watching her once again. She took a deep breath to try to calm the racing of her heart as her ears picked up the rise of conversation. The other guests had gone back to their socializing without further delay now that her auction was complete. “They aren’t interested in us anymore.” His eyes flickered with hard promise as they swept her from bare feet to collar. “And I’m not interested in my guests either. You have a very distracting effect on me.” He sounded surprised and just a little unhappy about that fact. Trenton gave her leash a little tug and she moved forward. Jane’s heart sped right back up to its frantic pace as her feet touched the edge of the dance floor and began to move across the plush carpet. She was being led away by a Dom who expected… Oh well, she wasn’t exactly sure just what he would do with her. She had ideas that mixed with dark rumors in her imagination, but the cold collar encircling her neck made it all very real. Her confidence deserted her as the voices of the party guests were left behind and grew fainter and fainter until all she heard again was the air-conditioning. It almost felt as though she were tumbling through a black hole and into another dimension where she wasn’t sure she even spoke the same language. It looked like she really was named right—Jane had just been hauled away by her jungle Tarzan. “You need to relax.” Jane felt her body jump and tried not to cuss. Trenton closed the door to his room after leading her to stand in the center of it. He walked in a wide circle around her, his gaze stroking her as she tried not to babble out stupid questions. Clamping her control into place, she waited to see what he would do with her. That was the entire reason for placing herself on auction after all, to find out if he was the man who could make her respond when he touched her. He inhaled sharply as she controlled the urge to chatter. Instead, their eyes met when he crossed back in front of her. Her heart was racing but she took a deep breath to try and calm it. He moved on silent feet around her, testing her resolve to remain still, waiting for his next command.
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The blindfold slipped back over her eyes as he pushed it down from behind her. Every muscle fiber in her body drew taut with tension as her sight was taken away again. A fine tremor ran up and down her frame as she tried to listen for any tiny sounds that would give away his position. Trenton stroked the upper swell of one of her breasts and she yelped. She jumped and stumbled back as her chains clattered against themselves. He hissed under his breath as he caught a biceps to steady her. The second she regained her balance, he released her, taking away the knowledge of where he was. “Maybe you could take this blindfold off me now.” Jane didn’t care for how desperate her voice sounded. What she’d intended to sound like a polite suggestion came out in a shaky whine for freedom. “No.” Trenton’s voice was hard but still low. Another stroke of his warm fingers landed on her other breast and then he ran his hand across her belly. “Trust is learned, Jane. You must learn to accept my touch without fear, without even hesitation.” “I see.” She didn’t but wasn’t going to sound like a lost little girl. Her pride battled against her rational realization that she really was in way over her head. But there were some things that you just had to do in order to understand. Experience was still a grand master when it came to education. “It appears I need to teach you honesty as well.” That deflated her temper. She bit her lower lip while she contemplated why she was mad. Her clit was throbbing once more and she recognized that her real problem was the hunger gnawing at her. She actually needed to fuck. The feeling was beyond want—her pussy was insisting she do whatever Trenton demanded. As frustrated as she felt, there was still the crazy twist of excitement flooding her. “Good girl.” His voice was next to her ear but she didn’t jump this time. She could feel him close behind her and was comfortable with that knowledge. His hands smoothed over her bottom in slow motions that increased the heat in her sheath. “Is it true? Your pussy has never been penetrated?” His hands were moving over her hips now, firmly stroking down her belly to her mons. He spread her labia with two fingers as the opposite hand began to rub in tiny circles right on top of her clit. A tiny whimper escaped her throat as Jane felt her hips press toward that finger. Because he was so close behind her, her bound hands actually felt his cock, the soft fabric of his pants taunting her with the barrier it placed between her skin and his. “Answer me.” “Uh…umm…yes.” Her voice was deep and husky and her brain didn’t give a damn about conversation. That finger rubbed and pressed against her clit as she moved her hips in little thrusting motions. The need to climax was twisting up inside her pussy as she felt sweat coat her skin. “No dildos, vibrators or teenage experimental intercourse?” His finger moved down the center of her spread slit to the opening of her pussy. He probed up into her 29
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body and gently moved his finger around, judging the width of her pussy. “You’re tight.” His finger left and then two thrust up into her pussy. She moaned as the need to be even fuller screamed through her. But Trenton slowly pulled his fingers free. He trailed his hand back up to her clit where one fingertip began to rub against it again. “Do you want to come?” Trenton’s finger froze and Jane moaned with hunger. “Yes!” His finger lifted as the two spreading her labia moved farther apart, opening her up further. “When you desire release from my hand, you will say please.” Trenton’s voice was edged with hard authority and then he slapped her clit with his hand. Sensation shot into her pussy from the little smack, drawing a moan from her. Another smack landed on her exposed clit and the wet pop added to the sensation. It raced into her pussy and transformed into an intense pleasure, making her thrust her hips up, offering the ultra sensitive nub for another smack. “Do you want me to make you come?” Yes, screamed through her brain but she clamped her lips closed to contain the word. She needed to climax—her body was demanding release as she felt the airconditioning brush over her wet sex. “Please.” She stumbled over the single word as she gasped for more air. “Good girl.” Another smack, and then one more. Trenton leaned next to her ear and her body twisted as she waited for him to give her that deep command once again. Her clit pulsed as his fingers spread her a tiny bit more. “Come, Jane.” His hand smacked her parted labia and her body bucked frantically. Pleasure snapped her like a whip. There was no way to hold back her cries, and she didn’t even try. Everything was racing through her too fast to hold on to, the only thing she could do was experience the pleasure, feel it saturating every cell in her body on its way out of her. Trenton gently caressed her and smoothed his hands over her belly, the warmth reaching her womb. The motion was deep and soothing after the twisting pleasure. She sighed as she pulled deep breaths into her starving lungs while leaning back against his large body. There was a little click as he released the handcuffs locking her wrists together. He rubbed the skin with warm hands before moving away from her. She was suddenly cold without his body close to her. Her skin was acutely aware of the loss of contact. She didn’t hear anything but the air-conditioning once again as her hand rose to her blindfold. The first bit of light made her pupils react painfully but her fingers froze before she had done anything more than raise one little corner of the fabric from her eyes. She didn’t want the level of sensation to drop. She was dangling on a thread, and her sight would ruin the illusion by telling her exactly what touch to expect. She smoothed the blindfold back into place over her eyes, sealing her back into darkness.
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“Very good, Jane. It really is a good thing you decided to join us tonight. Your submissive urges are extremely strong. Did it haunt you? The idea of being right here, like this? Nude and on display. I confess, I’m enjoying your body.” His words painted a vision that was far more potent than any sight could be. She felt like she was suspended between climaxes and that she had never really obtained true release. She shivered as it burst upon her that that was exactly what was happening to her. She was tuning even more in to that deep current that bound her to Trenton’s domination. Like a flowing electrical bolt from his will into her body, he could adjust the pitch of the sensation with words or touches, but it all hinged on her submitting to him. An unexpected surge of power seeped into her blood as she recognized that she, in a fashion, controlled Trenton. He could not dominate her if she did not submit. She licked her lower lip as she considered what would happen when he combined both kinds of stimulation. His voice with his touch just might be explosive. A large part of her was hoping for just that reaction when they did reach the point of intercourse. But that didn’t mean she was in a hurry, far from it. The journey captivated her completely. She didn’t want it to end. “You begin to understand, don’t you, Jane?” Warm breath hit her cheek and she shivered. She turned toward the touch as she smelled Trenton’s skin. His hand cupped her chin to hold it steady and she laced her fingers together to keep her hands behind her back. Willing submission took far more devotion, but she was rewarded by a deep surge of excitement as she felt the brush of breath against her wet lips. “The battle is as exciting as the orgasm. But release without the challenge is hollow.” “Yes.” Her voice was shaky. Edged with need. “Good girl.” Trenton’s voice was a shallow whisper. A moment later his mouth brushed hers again. She was acutely aware that it was their very first kiss and she shivered like a girl on prom night. Her mouth quivered beneath Trenton’s as he brushed her lower lip with the tip of his tongue. She stretched toward his mouth, a little hum of pleasure vibrating up her throat. The kiss was slow and deep. He tasted her mouth completely before his hands slipped around her face and into her hair to cradle her head. His kiss changed, demanding more, and she eagerly offered it. He pressed her mouth wide, his tongue thrusting inside so that he could stroke the length of hers. She let her tongue twist with his, and her ears caught the harsh rasp of his breath. He pulled his mouth from hers and held her head with his hands when she would have pursued the contact. It was a gentle reminder that he intended to lead and she was expected to wait for his touch. One of his hands smoothed back over her face and Jane turned her cheek into the caresses. Sensation shot down her throat as he traced her lower lip with his thumb.
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“I think we should share that drink now.” His voice was husky, making her shiver as she contemplated why. Drinking had never been sensual for her but she had a suspicion that tonight’s experience would be different. The smooth rim of a glass touched her lower lip as his hand on the back of her head tipped her head up. “Inhale.” She drew a breath, and the aroma of a strong red wine filled her senses. It was intoxicating because of the sheer, overpowering way she was being forced to use only one of her senses. She muttered with delight as she took another deep breath. Trenton chuckled softly as the glass tipped just a small amount. “Hold your mouth open.” Her tongue was the next to experience the explosion of sensation. A small amount of the potent fluid pooled in her mouth before the glass lifted away from her lower lip. A single finger pushed her chin up to close her mouth. She was no wine connoisseur, but she definitely knew an expensive vintage when she tasted it. This was a fine wine, full-flavored, the kind you savored before swallowing. The smooth glass brushed her lower lip once again and she obediently opened her mouth for another sip. She was completely immersed in the movement, the warm touch of Trenton’s hand on her head as he filled her mouth with the wine. She had never been so intoxicated by her own senses. Every muscle she owned relaxed as she let him guide her movements. “Good girl. I think it’s my turn for a taste.” She shivered as she heard the tiny chink of the glass being set on the floor. The hand on the back of her head held her still as she felt the warm brush of his breath on her moist lower lip. He blew gently on the sensitive skin before covering her lips with his own. The tip of his tongue licked the wine from her lips before seeking out more from deeper inside her mouth. His hand held her head in place as his kiss became a demand for complete compliance. Trenton broke the kiss and Jane whimpered but didn’t follow this time. She forced her body to remain still when impulses raced through her limbs to reach for Trenton’s body and discover what he felt like. A sort of desperation filled her to not disrupt the flow of sensations, so she squeezed her fingers tighter and waited to see how much higher the heat could go. A low chuckle was Trenton’s response. “You understand more than you think.” Her lips curved up into a small smile under the compliment. She heard approval in his tone. “It’s not just about penetration.” But he wanted it. Her smile faded as she heard the hard certainty of male need in his voice. “Kneel down, lower your bottom onto your feet and brace your hands behind you, Jane. Let your head fall back and thrust your breasts into the air.” She shivered. His voice was commanding now, the expectation of obedience edging it. This new position would be like a sacrifice being stretched out upon an altar. She felt the floor beneath her feet as she slowly complied, letting her head arch backwards, her
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hair falling toward the floor. Her sex spread open even more as her knees moved farther apart. “Delightful.” Trenton had moved and his voice floated over her offered body. “Submission and trust are two sides of a coin—if you separate them, there is no value.” A finger touched one nipple and her body began to tremble. He made a soothing sound under his breath before he lifted his hand and circled her opposite nipple. This time she whimpered because her skin became alive with anticipation of his touch. Her body jerked when a single drop of warm fluid dropped onto her nipple and pooled on the hard tip. The scent of the wine filled her senses as it drifted up her body. A moment later, Trenton’s lips closed over her breast and the tip of his tongue licked the drop of wine away. “Sharing a glass of wine has so many possibilities. Arch your back more.” Her opposite nipple begged for the same treatment, and she did it instantly. Trenton didn’t disappoint her. A drop of wine splashed onto her skin and she waited for a small eternity for his mouth to close around her nipple. More wine hit the skin between her breasts and flowed over her body, right down to her slit. The air-conditioning brushed against the fluid as she tried to listen for his movements. He was dripping the wine onto her from above and there was no way to locate him unless he spoke. “I believe I could become addicted to sipping wine from your body.” More wine dripped onto the top of her recently bared mons and the fluid ran down between the folds of flesh. She shivered uncontrollably at the idea of Trenton following that wine with his mouth. Her clit pulsed with excitement as it craved being caught between his lips like her nipples had been. There was the tiny chink of the wineglass being set on some hard surface and then Jane felt the brush of warm breath against her wet labia. Her hips bucked frantically and Trenton chuckled right next to her spread pussy. A large hand spread out over her bare belly to press her back into her submissive pose. “You want it don’t you, Jane? My touch, my control. It’s something you can’t understand until you’ve surrendered to it. But the craving has always burned inside you—it’s only now that you understand how it feels.” Trenton had to tighten his control. He caught the flame of excitement in his own voice and clamped his jaw tight. Jane truly was an exception in his life. For a man who confessed his need to be a Dom, finding his emotions erupting so quickly in any relationship was a surprise and slightly unnerving. It was also exciting. She had been drawn to him just as he was to her. It was the deepest sensation, the real mystery of life. That uncontrollable instinct to seek out one female over all others. Trenton wasn’t even sure it was reality. Still, his current companion was a test of his reasoning because he wanted her. Using his fingers, he spread the lips of her pussy away from her clit and looked at the little bundle of nerve endings. It glistened with her juices and the wine he’d poured over her. The two scents combined into an intoxicating aroma. Needs assaulted him
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with demands that all conflicted. Part of him demanded he lick each and every drop of wine from her tender flesh before sucking her clit hard enough to make her come, yet another part of him urged him forward into deep penetration. His balls burned to ejaculate, but just where to spill his seed was the question. He groaned and enjoyed the chaos of his own mind. There had been order for too long. The intensity of his time with Jane was going to yield a satisfaction he’d only dreamed of. He tightened his grip on his control as he refused to rush even a single second of it. Jane quivered when she felt Trenton’s breath on her clit. She actually felt the brush of air across her mons as he leaned closer but didn’t quite touch her. The moment stretched into an hour as she waited. Her clit twisted as it yearned for friction. The first touch was a long lap right up the center of her pussy. She cried out as Trenton used his entire tongue on her spread flesh. Up and over her labia, he drew his tongue up to her clit. His fingers held the folds of flesh away from the little button, giving him complete access. “We should drink wine together more often, Jane. I haven’t enjoyed a glass so much in ages.” Fluid dribbled down her open sex and she yelped. The wine was cool compared to his mouth. That little clink hit her ears again and she whimpered as she waited for his tongue to return to her flesh for the wine. He lapped her once again, lingering over the journey from pussy opening to clit. His hand rubbed her belly and smoothed over her abdomen. But he left her a moment later, and she whimpered at the loss of his touch. “Back onto your knees, Jane.” There was firm command in his voice. He didn’t raise his voice, but her muscles snapped like a drill sergeant had yelled an order at her. She straightened up into her kneeling position before she really recognized that she was jumping to obey. Her pride issued a complaint, but it was too late to stop her flesh from yielding. “Touch my cock.” “What?” Trenton chuckled in a low male rumble of amusement. His hands brushed down her arms to her wrist. He grasped each hand and pulled her arms up as he straightened his legs so that he was standing in front of her. He placed her hands on top of his thighs. “I said…touch my cock. Slide your hands over it and feel it.” She licked her lower lip, her tongue moving as she curled her fingers into the soft fabric of Trenton’s pants. There was hard muscle beneath that fabric. She moved up to his hips and shivered as she sent her hands toward his fly. With her blindfold still in place, her fingers transmitted an amazing amount of information. She found the bulge of his cock with one index finger first and gasped as she traced its thick outline through his pants. “Good girl. Now open my fly.”
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His voice was still hard with authority, but Jane was more than happy to comply. Her fingers smoothed up the front of his pants to hunt for the button at the waistband. She eased the button through its hole before lowering her fingers to the little tab attached to his zipper. She heard the metallic sounds of it opening as she pulled it down. “Good girl.” She was getting used to the title even if she resented him pointing out her lack of experience. “Push the waistband over my hips.” She wanted to touch his cock instead. She frowned as she hesitated with the zipper pull still between her fingers. Trenton only allowed her a few seconds before he moved and pulled completely away from her grip. She wobbled off balance on her knees and her hands pressed on top of her thighs to regain her balance. “Submission means obedience, Jane. True pleasure only comes from trust. You must learn to follow my direction without hesitation.” “I get it.” “Do you? But you don’t believe it yet.” He was behind her once again. Her nipples twisted into tight little points as she tried to understand where he was. He must have moved onto the area rug near the bed because she couldn’t hear his steps. The carpet didn’t let her track his movements like she had been able to on the wooden floor. Apprehension drew her muscles tight as she waited for his next words to alert her to his location. She jumped as his cock touched her neck. The hard flesh brushed her cheek as he moved behind her. He cupped the opposite side of her face and held her head in place as he rubbed his erection against her cheek. “Rushing to penetration will never yield the same intensity. Right now, you can smell my cock, feel it, but you can’t taste until I allow it.” He rubbed it back and forth across her face, mimicking the action her pussy craved. She moaned, desperate to break out of her position and take control. She wanted to lick and suck his cock until he lost control enough to fuck her. But that wouldn’t satisfy her. She swallowed roughly as she realized just how much being controlled excited her. Wanting to suck his cock wasn’t as hot as hearing him tell her to do it. “I’m sorry.” His cock slid down her cheek and back up once more. “Good girl.” A little ripple of relief shook her as he accepted her apology. He stepped away from her as she tried to slow her breathing down in order to listen for his steps. “Now, Jane, handle my cock.” Her hands lifted from her thighs to find him in front of her once again. She tried to control the urge to reach for his genitals like a hungry beggar. All of tonight’s little games had taught her one thing for certain—the journey was a great deal of the fun. She smoothed her hands over his thighs and enjoyed the tight muscle she found there. She moved her hands toward his cock, over the crisp hair that covered his legs. There 35
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wasn’t any thick pubic hair growing around his erection, only warm skin. She sighed with delight as she handled his cock. Her fingers moved over its hot length all the way to the crown where she found a wet drop of cum sitting in the slit. “That’s it, Jane, enjoy the moment, the anticipation. Lick my cock but you may not suck it.” “Um-hum…” Her tongue slid over the head of his cock and around its crown before Trenton pulled away from her. His hands cupped her chin and held her head in a hard grasp as his voice whispered against her ear, telling her that he had knelt in front of her. “Yes, Master.” Two thick fingers thrust up into her pussy as he growled the words against her ear. He held those thick fingers inside her sheath, making her jerk as the need to come made her quiver. “You will answer with ‘Yes, Master’, or go home.” He fucked her with his fingers in hard, fast thrusts as he spoke. “You understood what I was before entering my bedroom. I am not changing, but you may leave at any time if you want to go back into hiding. But here, tonight, you will obey me.” His thumb landed on top of her clit as he fucked her slowly, too damn slowly with his hand. She gasped as his fingers withdrew from her body and he let her chin go. “Yes…um…Master.” Her breath froze as she waited for him to praise her use of that title. Her clit pulsed with need as she dug her fingernails into her own thighs because tension was knotting inside her so harshly. “Good girl.” Her breath escaped her chest in a rush as she licked her lips once more. He cupped her face and she felt his breath hit her wet lips. He kissed her slowly, the tip of his tongue tracing her lower lip before gently probing her mouth. She stretched her neck toward him as she kissed him back. Sweet pleasure moved through her like a gentle breeze. His hands left her face and moved over her body to her breasts. He cupped the two globes and brushed her puckered nipples with his thumbs as he continued to kiss her. Her thighs were spread wide as he left her breasts and grasped her hips. She shivered as she realized he could thrust right into her spread pussy. It would be so easy but instead he continued his soft kiss. His tongue stroked her in long motions before he lifted his mouth away. The tip of his cock touched her slit and she jumped. Trenton held her in place with a hand around each of her hips as he thrust his cock down the length of her labia. He pulled back and the ridge on the head of his cock rubbed all the way back up. “Are you on birth control?” “Yes.” His fingers tightened on her hips and his cock stopped moving. “Master.” He pushed his cock down her lips in response. Jane shivered as she felt climax burning in her clit. She was so close, but Trenton kept his pace too slow for her to come. “I get checked every month and I haven’t had intercourse in six months,” he said.
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She moaned as he pushed his cock through her pussy lips again. Trenton leaned close to her ear, pulling his cock back up. “But we will practice safe sex.” “No, don’t stop. Please.” She panted as the walls of her sheath contracted with the need to be fucked. Trenton tightened his hands on her hips to hold her steady and at his mercy. His cock head reached the top of her slit and lingered with the ridge against her clit as he growled against her ear. “My will is your pleasure, Jane. Remember that. Place your hands on the floor, on either side of my thighs.” He gathered up her unbound hair as she complied, holding it in a firm grip as he pushed her head gently down. “Open your mouth.” She could smell his cock and her own arousal on it. He pushed her head down and the head of it passed her open lips. A soft grunt of approval came from his chest as he lifted his hips to push more of his length into her mouth. “I should discipline you for that demand.” His cock retreated as he held her head in place. The grip on her hair hurt, just a tiny bit, but the little nips of pain added to the intensity of the position. His strength turned her on. “I should fuck your mouth, fill it with my cum and leave you hungry.” He thrust his cock back into her mouth as she gasped. “But I won’t.” Sweet relief filled her as he worked his cock in and out of her mouth, penetrating deeper with each stroke. “Although, I will have to let you taste my cum at some point. Your mouth is delightfully hot.” The deep tone of enjoyment was better than any compliment she’d ever heard. He pressed his cock deeper and she relaxed to let him fill her with the hard flesh. She trusted in his control to not hurt her by letting his own pleasure cloud his judgment on how much of his erection she could take inside her mouth. He held steady for a long moment before pulling his length free. “Good girl.” He released her hair. “Lift your hands and sit up on your knees.” She did it quickly. There was a muted crinkle of plastic that confused her for a moment. “You will unroll the condom, making sure your Master is ready for penetration.” He captured a wrist and pulled her hand toward his erection. A soft condom was already waiting on the top of it. Her hand shook with anticipation as she pushed it down, toward the base of his cock. A soft sound of male approval drifted over her as he cupped both of her breasts. “You have lovely nipples, Jane. Would you pierce them and wear a chain if I gave you one?” He pinched both nipples as he spoke. Pleasure shot down her body, stealing her breath for a moment. “I’d think about it.”
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He leaned close enough for her to feel his breath against her cheek again. “So will I. The idea of seeing you sporting nipple rings is one that will keep me up at night, my cock hard from just the idea. It would be a gift, a public display that would tell everyone how much I satisfy you as a submissive.” She quivered as he sucked one nipple into his hot mouth. He clasped her waist, bending her backwards as he feasted on that sensitive peek. “I would expect to earn it, of course.” He kissed the other nipple, placing only a soft press of lips against it. The contrast was vivid, shaking her with its impact. “When you call me Master, I want you to mean it.” “Master…” Her entire body ached for release. She shuddered as she panted and her heart accelerated. “Good girl.” He placed his cock against her sex again, working it through her folds. His arm slid around her waist, supporting her as need made her muscles twitch. Her arousal had reached a fever pitch once again and even the soft stroke across her clit made her whimper. He bit her earlobe as he thrust down the lips of her slit. “Come, Jane.” His voice cracked with authority as he dragged his cock back up her pussy, and as the ridge of his cock head hit her clit she jerked and climaxed. Her body snapped like a wet towel as pleasure shot through her and she yelled out with the intensity of her orgasm. Her hands reached for her lover as she gasped and shivered. A second later Trenton pulled her onto his cock as her climax died away. Her pussy stretched around his invasion, but it never became real pain because there was so much satisfaction still shaking her body from her climax. He lifted her right off her knees to impale her and let her down with her knees on either side of his thighs. His cock was lodged inside her body as he smoothed his hands over her bottom and she clung to his powerful shoulders.
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Chapter Three “We are not fucking.” His voice sounded husky and too controlled for what she craved. She shivered as her pussy ached. His cock felt too large, but it was firmly lodged inside her, so there was no way it was too big. Despite what some members of the male population might like a girl to believe, there weren’t cocks that were too much to take. But he was inside her—wasn’t that the rather blunt definition of fucking? Jane took a breath when she realized she’d been holding it. Trenton smoothed his hands over her bottom again and her lower back as her fingers spread out over his shoulders. “Good girl.” He rubbed her back as she took another breath but returned his hand to her hips when she wiggled. “This is the first penetration.” His cock jerked inside her body as he pressed her hips down and held her on his length. He leaned toward her and bit her neck gently as his cock jerked once more inside her. The ache dissipated as she became more conscious of the bite on her throat. He needed to come. Trenton fought the urge to ejaculate as her pussy gripped his cock. His balls burned with the need to send his seed up into the hot sheath holding his cock. It had been a long time since his control had been pushed to its limit. Maybe too long because it made tonight more intense than it might have otherwise been. But there was one thing that he knew, and that was what his own limit felt like. Lifting Jane off his cock, he gritted his teeth at the bite of frustration that gripped him. His fingers tightened on her hips momentarily as his control battled against the urge to lay her back and fuck like a beast. It wasn’t time for that yet. Forcing his body to stand up, He removed the condom from his length. He slipped a hand under her hair to hold the back of her head. “Open your mouth.” He nudged her lips with his cock. He gritted his teeth against the growl that shook his chest in response to knowing he’d penetrated her. Her pussy had been split by his cock, and for the first time it mattered to him that his was the only cock that had ever touched his partner. His cock smelled like his warm skin. Jane shivered as hunger awakened in her clit again and she opened her mouth for him. He was going to come in her mouth, she knew it and approved because somewhere deep in her brain she realized she was testing his control. He thrust his length forward as she relaxed her jaw and let her tongue flicker over the ridge that had sent her into climax. Trenton began to thrust his cock between her lips, his breathing becoming rough.
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“Open your mouth wider.” She did it instantly, her new trust for his ability to control his own body and not hurt her flickering to life as she relaxed and let his cock slide deeper into her throat. Her gag reflex didn’t kick in because she was confident that he wouldn’t leave his cock in too deep for very long. He didn’t disappoint her either. “Good girl…” rumbled over her head as he fucked her mouth. His fingers tightened momentarily and she felt him lodge his entire cock inside her mouth for a bare second. His seed spurted onto her tongue as he pulled back and left only the head inside her mouth while he ejaculated. “Suck it, Jane. Hard.” She obeyed instantly because she wanted to make him shiver exactly like she had. The hand in her hair tightened as she sucked on his cock and she heard him groan with pleasure. The sound fed some need inside her. She sucked harder as she swallowed his seed and felt her confidence swell when he groaned with enjoyment. “Good girl.” His voice was raspy as he sank to his knees, his respiration hard. She couldn’t see him but she heard his breathing as it began to slow, and she could almost feel his eyes as they moved over the silent submissive picture she made kneeling there with her blindfold still in place despite her unbound hands. One thing was certainly clear to her right then—she needed the dominance. Actually craved it. Maybe it was some instinct buried in her genes that made her refuse to accept fucking from any man not strong enough to demand she call him Master. Jane didn’t know if that was true, but she did accept one thing—Trenton had taken her someplace she had never been. Colette was going to be hard to live with when she confessed that to her friend. But that could wait until Trenton got around to finishing what he’d started. She shivered once again as hunger moved through her pussy in a slow wave of heat. The hunger Colette had warned her about was feasting on her flesh as Jane faced her own need. Fucking wasn’t an option—it was a necessity. “Let’s go soak in the hot tub.” Trenton gripped her hand and gently tugged her off her knees. He didn’t remove the blindfold or tell her to do it, so she followed him as he walked through the room. Her bare skin felt the change in temperature as they left the house and went onto the veranda. The summer night was still warm and she suddenly felt self-conscious about her nudity. “Is anyone else around?” “Would it matter if I said yes?” Trenton turned and she walked into his chest. His arm clasped her against his body as he stroked her face with the back of his hand. “Everyone knows where we are and generally what we’re doing. Would watching change that? Or how you feel about it?”
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“I guess not.” Her pride rose up once again to make sure she didn’t sound scared. Trenton tapped the tip of her nose with one finger. “You really have a problem with honesty, Jane. I think I’m going to have to cure you of that urge to puff out your chest because you’re afraid of what the world might see.” He hooked an arm under her knees and lifted her right off her feet in a swift motion. She hung in his arms and gasped at the way he took her weight without a single sound. She heard a splash and then he was moving down some stairs and into something. There was a strong smell of chlorine rising up around them as her bottom touched water that was cool and full of bubbles. Trenton took her all the way into the hot tub. “Displaying you might be interesting. Would you kneel with your little nipples on display? Some relationships grow stronger when a Dom knows that his submissive is willing to bow to his need to show her off.” “I thought the idea was to trust each other.” Trenton smoothed his fingers over her face as they sank all the way into the hot tub. The water was cool though—Trenton had obviously turned the heat down in response to the August heat wave they were having. The jets still churned up the water, making it delightful. “What greater trust is there than to have confidence in your own body and your ability to hold the interest of your Dom?” He traced the blindfold still covering her eyes. “Did you need your sight to become aroused by me? Or was it my personality that snared your interest?” He tugged the blindfold off her face a moment later. She blinked as her eyes adjusted to the light and she looked at his face once again. He sent her blindfold onto the deck with a flick of his fingers before stretching his arms out along the sides of the hot tub. “I see your point.” And it was a rather interesting one. Wasn’t that what most girls wanted? To think that their boyfriends valued their personality above their figures? Trenton considered her as she moved away from him to sit on the bench across from him. The water bubbled and foamed all around her, covering her nude body as she sat down and the water rose to her neck. Yet, she still held his interest. “Is that why you asked if I’d pierce my nipples? So you could show me off?” The idea excited her more than it should have. Letting anyone near her pink parts with a needle had never entered her fantasies, until Trenton muttered it against her ear. Her enjoyment of the idea made her slightly uncomfortable because she couldn’t control it. “I asked you because I think it would be sexy as hell.” Trenton’s eyebrow rose as his lips curved into a smile. “Is that rubbing against your pride? The idea of making a physical display toward me?” Jane smoothed her hair back as she shot him a hard look. “You enjoy asking pointed questions, don’t you?” A lazy grin appeared on his lips as he nodded his head. “Guilty. I like to dig into comments and find what lies in the center.” 41
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“Well, that would make you a hell of a prosecuting attorney.” His grin widened to flash his teeth at her. “Very good, Jane.” A thought nagged at her brain as she wiggled her toes over one of the highpowered jets. “Oh…you’re Trenton Garret.” He frowned at her for a second. “And you know my name because?” Jane smothered a laugh. Her winning bidder didn’t like having the tables turned on him one little bit. But she was enjoying it. There was still a part of her that was Jane Wicker—check your excuses at the door—office manager. She breathed fire from eight to five and was paid to be a controlling bitch. A sweet executive assistant was an unemployed one as far as she could see. She grinned at Trenton as he eyed her, waiting for a reply. She savored the moment of power before shrugging in the face his rising displeasure. “You’re a poor sport, you know that? Just because I know your name isn’t any reason to get your hackles up.” “That’s not an answer to my question.” Smothering another snicker, Jane fluttered her eyelashes in a mockingly demure motion. “I’m Jack Randal’s executive assistant.” She knew his office fax number by heart. Along with a few others. The professional sharks of the legal system who wore silk neckties. They weren’t just lawyers. Trenton was among a select few whom the district attorney considered competition because of their personal win percentage. Trenton laughed. It began as a rumble of amusement and cascaded into full laughter. His eyes closed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “And you’re a closet submissive. That’s too perfect.” He grinned at her and the expression wasn’t nice either. His topaz eyes danced with wicked delight. He relaxed against the stone edge of the hot tub before raising one eyebrow at her. “Jacko’s on the guest list.” “Shit!” Jane stood up too fast and her feet slipped on the bottom of the tub. She went into the water like a stone as her hands flailed for anything to grab a hold of. She grasped a handful of hard male muscle as Trenton scooped her up, still chuckling softly at her. “It’s not funny! He’s my boss! People get fired for stuff like this.” Rubbing chlorine water out of her eyes, she frowned at his amusement. Getting pink-slipped over her first dive into sin wasn’t funny at all. Any embrace of her submissive qualities wasn’t going to interfere with her ability to pay her own way in the world. Not a chance. Hell, she wouldn’t let a normal guy prevent her from paying her own bills. “He’s also my buddy and knows the rules of the house.” Trenton’s voice returned to its soft tone and her nipples tingled in recognition of what he could do to her with that tone of voice. Even the idea that her boss might have witnessed her auction wasn’t enough to chase away the ideas she still harbored about her coming night with Trenton. Their conversation was merely an intermission. “But he’s going to choke when he finds out your little secret. Jack likes to think he can sniff out a submissive, but he managed to miss you sitting right under his nose. 42
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That’s priceless.” Trenton set her on the edge of the tub and she wriggled at the cool tile on her bare bottom. “But I’m not interested in Jacko right now. He missed out by not showing up. That’s his loss.” He sat back down leaving her sitting with just her legs in the tub. His eyes moved over her nude breasts and she felt a wave of heat flow through her pussy. She was vulnerable once again. He’d placed her on display and shifted the power back into his hands. Of course she could just stand up and refuse to play the game, but as he’d pointed out, she’d take her frustrations home with her. Colette’s words returned to echo inside her head. The submissive really did hold a great deal of the power. Only she could choose to obey. All the demands meant nothing if her will was not compliant. “Spread your thighs.” Her heart sped up as he watched to see her open her legs. He’d already touched her pussy, licked it, even penetrated it with his cock but she still felt horribly exposed as she spread her legs. “Wider. You’re very pretty, Jane, but our relationship isn’t really about what your flesh looks like. It’s based on how we respond to each other.” Trenton stood up and his cock was sticking straight out from his body. He closed his hand around his erection and worked his hand down to the base where his balls hung. “Did you need to see that my cock is hard? Or did you know it from the tone of my voice?” He worked his closed hand to the crown as she licked her lower lip. “I heard it.” “Did it excite you?” He climbed out of the tub and walked across the tile floor to a set of drawers sitting near the French doors that led back inside. They were on a private patio that had a great view of the city below. There wasn’t any noise bleeding in from the party, so she figured they must be on the opposite side of the house. Her eyes strayed to Trenton and his nude back. His body was amazing—it spoke of dedication to fitness and perseverance against his own appetite. Heat moved through her slit in response. A man who was able to control his own cravings would likely be a very intense lover. She’d already sampled that control and it made her hungry for another serving. He pulled the top drawer open and lifted a box from inside before he turned back to her. “I did not give you permission to close your legs, Jane.” “Oh…okay.” Trenton tsked under his breath as she reopened her thighs, letting him see her pussy. He stepped down into the tub and placed the box on the tile next to her. He caught her chin between his fingers as he stroked her spread slit with one thick finger. “You forget too easily, Jane. I am your Master. If I want to see your pussy, you will display it to me. Submission means obedience. I will accept nothing less.” His finger found her clit, gently rubbing it. Her legs twitched with the need to clamp around his arm.
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“Keep your legs spread.” Tension was twisting under his fingertip as her clit begged for a harder touch. “Place your feet on the sides of the spa and press your hands on the tile behind you.” Obedience meant she would be on display. Jane licked her lower lip as she lifted her feet out of the water and laid them on the spa sides. She was suddenly grateful for the tile that covered the patio, smooth without the rough grit cement often had. Her bare bottom rested comfortably on it as did her thighs and feet. But pressing her hands onto the tile behind her would thrust her breasts up. Her heart accelerated as she recalled how much she had enjoyed being in a similar position inside. She didn’t take her eyes off Trenton because she wanted to see the hunger flash across his face as she moved her body into his requested display. She wanted to see the power shift back into her hands before tipping her head back and submitting completely once again. “Ah, Jane, you are being naughty.” Trenton removed his finger and she sighed as the pleasure stopped. She pressed her hands down quickly as her pussy gave a twist of lament for her hesitation. Pride really could be her worst enemy at times. “Sorry.” He frowned and she struggled to make amends. “Ah…Master.” “It isn’t any good when you don’t believe it.” He ran his finger up her spread slit once and stopped right on top of her clit but didn’t rub it this time. Need spiked through her and her hips gave an involuntary jerk toward his hand. He pressed his free hand on top of her thigh to hold her steady as he stroked his finger down to the opening of her pussy. “But I’ll be happy to demonstrate my ability to master you. In detail.” Her entire body shivered in response to his tone. His finger entered her pussy and circled the opening slowly as she tried to control her need to buck her hips toward the touch. Pleasure moved through her pussy as he touched her, and she didn’t want to lose the contact. “Better.” His voice was still harsh with annoyance as he removed his finger. He dipped his hand into the spa and dropped a handful of water on the top of her slit. The fluid slipped down her sensitive flesh and she moaned with surprise. “Stand in the spa and turn around to press your hands onto the deck.” Jane gasped because that meant she would be presenting her bottom to his face. She trembled as she closed her legs. Moving slowly meant she wasn’t refusing to comply and it gave her a moment to consider just what she was doing. She pushed her bottom off the edge of the spa and the bubbling water covered her legs to mid-thigh as she looked at Trenton’s face for any clue as to what he was about to demand from her. Wicked whispers from chat loops snaked through her imagination with ideas of discipline being applied to her bottom for her disobedience. “That’s right, Jane, place your bottom where I can handle it at my whim.” His voice was mocking and full of arrogance. Demand shimmered in his eyes as she turned her back on him. It wasn’t easy to do, and tension sent tingles down her body.
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Would she like it? Her heart accelerated as she turned and placed her hands on top of the tile and let her breath out in a slow release of the tension his order bred in her. Her body was stretched out almost parallel to the deck as she stood back from the bench seat that ran around the spa. In order to press her hands onto the tile, she had to bend over so that her bottom was the highest point of her body. “Good girl. But not completely correct. Move your feet apart and grip the edge of the spa.” There was a trace of excitement in his voice now. She complied faster because she wanted to hear his voice descend into that raspy tone again where she tested his control. He stroked a hand over her spine and she shivered as sensation shot along her nervous system. When he brought his hand back from her neck, he curled his fingers so that the tips pressed into her skin on the return journey. A small oh escaped her lips as the sensation doubled. He drew his hand all the way to her bottom and trailed a finger through her cheeks to her ass. Jane yelped at the touch and straightened up. Trenton smacked her bare bottom and she shrieked at the unexpected chastisement. She resumed her position out of surprise as she turned her head to try and glare at him. “Bad girl.” His eyes snapped at her as she watched his hand rise and land back on her butt. The contact was loud and pain snaked up from the blow as she tried to decide what to do. “Move without permission again and I won’t fuck you tonight at all.” Her breath froze in her lungs as she bent her neck to stare at his face. He meant it. Determination flashed from his eyes before he lifted his hand and smacked the opposite side of her ass. “I’ll play with your clit, watch you suck my cock but I will deny you the deep penetration your body craves. You will have no penetration of any kind.” Another smack landed on her bottom and she whimpered as too much sensation built up inside her body to keep silent. Her clit throbbed as she panted, and her fingers gripped the edge of the spa tighter. Battling against the fact that a spanking was turning her on even though she was mad. Her pride didn’t like knowing she couldn’t control her emotions. Turn them off when she wanted to. “Look forward, Jane.” She fumed for a second, shooting a glare at him. His face offered her a small amount of understanding as he rubbed the smarting surface of her butt. “You do like it. This demanding side of me. If I gave you a reprieve now, you would only grow more frustrated.” He was right. Her pride hated it but that wasn’t his fault. It was hers. Looking forward, her skin tightened as she waited for the next blow to land. Seconds seemed to swell into hours because she couldn’t see it coming. She yelped as the next smack hit her. It wasn’t true pain, but some mixture of pleasure and extreme sensation. Her clit throbbed through it, making her desperate to get his cock back inside her body. Her pussy was so empty it ached. “Better.” She hissed at his response because it wasn’t “good girl”. She wanted his cock inside her. The craving for his attention chewed through her pride and its hold on her mind. Nothing mattered but letting Trenton handle her how he wanted to.
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“Master.” “Hmm…are you sure, or is it just the need to fuck driving you?” He smacked her ass and her bottom lifted for the blow without conscious thought from her. The pain on her bottom fed the throbbing in her clit. “Um…I don’t know…Master.” “Good girl.” He leaned over until his entire body was pressing against her back. She cried out again as pleasure rose from the body-to-body contact. His hands rubbed her ass as his cock rested against her spread slit. Her bottom wriggled against his erection as she whimpered, just to let some of the tension out of her body. But he wasn’t wearing a condom. “Please, Master!” The plea came out of her mouth without thought. Her lower body felt like it was on fire and his cock pressing against her pussy was too much. She was using her grip on the edge of the spa to push her body back against his in a desperate attempt to feed her hunger. “Good girl,” he growled against her ear. He flipped the top of the box open. She watched him remove a small foil pouch. She hummed with pleasure a second later as she watched the empty package drop onto the tile. A second later he gripped her hips. “Is this what you crave?” The head of his cock split her pussy wide. He thrust deep into her body and she wailed as her clit demanded friction. “Please. Please…please!” She pushed back against his body the second he pulled his cock free. Trenton controlled her hips, holding her in place as he began to work his cock in and out of her. Her pussy stretched for his invasion easily as she sobbed for her clit to be included. Her bottom still burned from his smacks, but his groin hit the same spot as he fucked and it unleashed more pleasure. His thrusts increased in speed and she moaned as her body ignited under the hard possession. She was suspended over her climax and he kept her there as he fucked her. “Please, Master!” It was a plea. Her heart was beating too fast for her lungs to keep pace, and blackness began to eat away at her. Trenton hissed next to her ear as he leaned over her body and let her shove her hips back against his cock. “Good girl… Fuck me, Jane.” His voice was harsh, ultra male and cut with need. It matched the level of desperation he’d driven her to. “Do the work. Do the fucking.” There was no question of obedience. She used her grip on the side of the spa to push her hips onto his cock and he met each thrust with a hard buck of his hips. “Yes, Master.” His hand smoothed over her belly, moving toward her clit and she screamed as she fucked him faster. She turned her head so that his breath hit her ear as his finger pushed through the folds of her slit. “Please, Master!”
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“Come, Jane.” His finger pressed against her clit with his command and she twisted as pleasure slammed into her. It jerked through her and up into her pussy where she felt the walls of her sheath contract around his cock. The pleasure sped along her spine and exploded in her brain as she heard her own screams. He growled as his hands returned to her hips, holding them as he pumped against her a few last times. He muttered under his breath as he thrust one last time into her spent body. His hands slightly shaking on her hips as she listened to his heavy breathing. Trenton wrapped his arms around her body to keep her from collapsing onto the edge of the spa. Her muscles quivered and refused to hold her up. Trenton finally pulled his cock free and caught her body up against his chest. He sank down into the bubbling water as she sucked in huge gasps of air and tried to hold on to his shoulders. Time ceased for her as the bubbles gently relaxed her twitching muscles. Trenton’s heartbeat filled her ears, and she was content to listen only to that single sound as he sank deeper into the water and stroked her head with one large hand. It was such a tender touch, she almost couldn’t breathe for a moment because her chest felt tight. Emotion bubbled inside her just like the water in the hot tub. Trenton didn’t seem in any hurry to let her go. That part surprised her. After all she was his toy, right? She frowned at her own thoughts. She was assuming that he’d treat her like a possession. That wasn’t the brightest thing she’d ever let go through her brain considering that she didn’t even know one experienced submissive. She had never talked to another woman who had gone through this sort of relationship. Reading internet blogs wasn’t exactly the sort of thing to place too much confidence in. She didn’t really have any idea what to expect. Her head ached as she tried to think, and the chest her cheek was pressed against rumbled as Trenton chuckled. “You won’t find many answers in logical thinking.” He released her and climbed out of the tub, then stopped and offered her a hand. It was such a gentlemanly thing to do and it also didn’t fit with her ideas of Doms and their playthings. “Come, Jane, being a Dom doesn’t mean I’m a confessed asshole.” A bubble of laughter rippled out of her throat as she laid her hand in his offered one. “Some people say that being a lawyer covers that definition completely.” He glared at her, his eyes closing to slits with his annoyance. She shrugged as she climbed the steps out of the hot tub. She might be interested in being submissive as far as bed sport went, but that didn’t mean she was going to simper. If that displeased him, better to unearth it right now. His gaze rested on her unrepentant expression. Something crossed his features that looked a lot like enjoyment. Not the hot sort she’d witnessed during their sexual encounter, but something that hinted at admiration. She simply stared back at him, making sure he understood that the submissive part of their relationship wasn’t going to extend to her personality. His lips rose into a grin that sent a chill down her spine. “You’re bold. I’ll enjoy testing that facet of your personality.”
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It was a promise and a threat all wrapped up in a confusing spiral of impulses. Her mind toyed with the possibilities as a shiver moved over her wet skin. All of the excitement bled away now that her sexual innocence had been appeased. Her brain was demanding some down time in order to recharge. “But not right now.” Trenton maintained his grip on her hand, pulling her into his master suite. The bed was a huge creation of maple with ornately carved columns that ended in some sort of dragon claw. It was draped out in burgundy and blue, not a feminine flower or vine in sight. The window valances were equally masculine. Hardwood covered the floor with a thick area rug spread beneath the bed. There was another cuddly looking rug in front of the stone-faced fireplace across the room. The lighting was muted but just short of what you might label dark. Candelabra were set into the wall and she caught the scent of burning wax as they moved into the room. The suite was the size of her entire condo. The idea of a tiger she’d had down on the first floor reappeared in her thoughts as she surveyed the room. Just like the first floor, several walls were missing, only polished wood support beams left to mark where you would expect to find divisional walls. The single suite took up the space of at least four bedrooms. But Trenton didn’t take her to his bed. He moved silently over the polished wood floor. Only a muffled sound came from her own feet, rising up to compete with the air conditioning. Her nipples contracted as they moved farther into the room and the warm night air was left behind. Compared to the hot tub, the room was cold and goose bumps decorated her bare skin. Trenton didn’t seem to feel the cold. Her gaze wandered up the sculpted arm connected to the hand holding hers. His shoulder and back were cut from weightlifting as well as a healthy diet. Exercise was never enough if you wanted to look like this, magnificent in the buff. His waist was tapered, his buns tight and his legs sculpted as well as his upper frame. “This will be yours for the time being.” He stopped and brushed a sheer, floor-length curtain aside. Behind a delicately arched entryway was a room that had only the curtain for privacy. It faced the huge bed and was somewhat like a bedroom that had the connecting wall removed so that it joined the oversized master suite. Decorative iron was placed along the ceiling where the wall would have been and it formed an arch of curving metal. “I need to check on my guests.” His gaze made a slow sweep of her nude body, his lips twitching up slightly as he released her hand. He reached forward and fingered one of her puckered nipples. A ripple of awareness moved down her body. A soft sound of male enjoyment hit her ears before he removed his hand from her. “Relax, sleep if you like. I’ll return in a couple of hours.” He held up one finger as his voice went firm. “You will await me here.” He leaned closer, his hand cupping her breast. “You may not masturbate.” A gasp escaped her lips, more from sheer surprise at hearing him say so personal a thing out loud than any embarrassment over the fact that he might think she did relieve 48
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her own sexual tension. He chuckled at her before pinching her nipple. The sharp touch raced down her body to her clit, making her shift as the little bundle of nerve endings began clamoring for attention. “You will not come unless I grant you permission. Do you understand?” “Sure, I guess.” He frowned and rolled her nipple between his fingers. “Ah, Jane, you tempt me, or maybe the better word is taunt.” Another pinch compressed her nipple. This time he held the pressure for longer. “But I admit that I haven’t enjoyed an evening so much in a very long time. Rest, you’ll need it.” He left her standing in the recess without a backward glance. But his voice had been rough, betraying some emotion she tried not to think about. The flickering candlelight danced over his nude back as he went back onto the patio and she lost sight of him. They were not a romantic couple. She needed to keep that straight or it was going to doom her to a broken heart in six short days. They might be long days if tonight was any example. Casting her gaze around, she let her lips curve into a smile. As far as pet accommodations went, she was standing in premium ones. The alcove held another plush area rug that was centered on the polished surface of the floor. Sitting on that rug was a divan of sorts. It had one end that was backed with a curling wood edge padded with plush maroon velvet. A picture of Cleopatra sprang to mind as she brushed her fingers over it. A little hum of appreciation filled the room as she stroked it once more. There was nothing like silk and this was the finest. Candles flickered from where they’d been lit in more wall candelabra, but these were smaller and set well away from the sheer curtain falling across the opening. A soft sofa blanket lay folded and draped along the raised back edge. She turned around and looked back into the master suite—from the alcove the massive bed was visible, the flickering candles casting their light onto it. “Someone sure knows how to set a scene.” Her toes sank into the thick area rug as she turned to look at the back of the chamber. It wasn’t really a room, more some sort of re-creation of medieval splendor. An arched doorway was at the back of the room. Moving toward it, she found a small bathroom. A single candle sat on the washbasin, flickering against the small mirror. A hint of roses drifted to her nose from the two white flowers displayed in a slim vase next to the candle. “And you don’t forget the details either.” She didn’t much care if she was talking to herself. The night didn’t fit into any semblance of normalcy, so there was no reason for her to worry about what anyone might think if they heard her chatting away in an empty room. But there wasn’t a scrap of clothing in sight. Not even a lacy excuse for a nightgown. Her purple skirt was down in the lower bathroom, but it wasn’t exactly the
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sort of thing you wore to take a nap in. Turning back toward the divan, she contemplated the picture she’d make snoozing on it. She really would look like a pet. All that was lacking would be the chains. She looked at her nipples in the mirror, envisioning them with delicate chains attached to them. It was an erotic picture that didn’t bother her nearly as much as it should have. The reason was simple. Trenton pleased her and she wanted to return the favor. Her submissive needs were only the mirror image to his dominant ones. Her pride didn’t like the idea, but she felt excitement stirring as she moved back toward the lounging furniture. The overhead lighting wasn’t on, only the candle flames flickered across the room. Crawling onto the divan, she hummed as the silk velvet stroked her bare skin. It was pure delight as she lowered her body and stretched out on her side, facing the bed in the outer suite. Now she looked like a prize cat, just waiting to be lavished with attention. Reaching for the folded blanket, she shook it loose and covered her body with it. Soft and delicate, it was just enough to cut the chill of the air conditioning. But it kept her feeling exposed and on display as it lay over every curve of her body like liquid gold. Her puckered nipples were clear as daylight because the fabric was so soft and thin. The moment was surreal but so easy to enjoy. Like coming home after a long trip, you thought you craved the excitement of travel but the truth was, you craved the security of being tucked away in your room. Sensation flickered across her body as she lay on the velvet. Her body might be relaxed, but her gaze was lingering on the huge bed, just tinkering with the idea of what might happen when the Master invited her into it. A large ceiling fan was set above it, making her mouth go dry as she considered working up a sweat on its padded surface. Her clit throbbed softly, but it was only an echo compared to the gripping need that had held her in its grip while Trenton was using his deep voice to lash her into submission. Maybe she was deranged. A sarcastic grin lifted her lips before she let her eyelids flutter shut. Maybe she was, and maybe she wasn’t, but she wasn’t sorry one little bit. At least for the moment, she was content. When it came time to go, her gut told her she wasn’t going to be so happy about embracing the harder side of her newfound relationship. But it was coming, the clock carefully ticking away. Trenton didn’t owe her anything, and she’d known that when she walked out onto the auction floor. Well…nothing was perfect.
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Chapter Four Breaking through the slumber, her belly rumbled, managing to grab her complete attention. She stretched out a leg, a frown marring her face when she felt the slide of the silk velvet against her skin. Opening her eyes, she looked down the length of her body. The soft blanket was still more than enough to keep her warm, even with dawn teasing the windows in the outer master suite. The smell of candle wax was missing now, the room lit only with faint pink as the sun rose. She was stunned she’d slept so long on the lounge, or for that matter in someone else’s bedroom. Her gaze immediately moved toward the master bed. One male arm was lying over a pillow. Another pillow was being used as a resting spot for a hard, male leg. Trenton was curled on his side facing her alcove with nothing but those two pillows to hide his bare frame from her eyes. She lingered over the cut muscles of his arm before slipping her gaze down the side of his chest she could see above the pillow. Her lips remained in a frown as she considered the pillow hiding his cock from her view. It was sort of decadent to be allowed to just look at him, without his topaz eyes watching her do it, a stolen moment of control free from repercussions to contend with. And she wanted to see his cock. Her lips twitched up as she considered the frank nature of her thoughts. She did want to look at him, all of him. The idea brought her another step closer to understanding just why she’d let someone place a collar around her neck last night. Not someone—Trenton. She bit her lower lip as she turned her ideas around in her mind. Yes, Trenton. There had never been any doubt in her mind which bidder she’d end up with. She should have considered it. A shiver ran down her spine as she thought about it now. Revulsion filled her as she contemplated being alone with anyone but Trenton while being bound by a promise to submit. She couldn’t shake off the emotion either, and that actually frightened her a little. Giving him her body wasn’t supposed to be so emotionally entangling. But her logical thoughts weren’t holding up to the onslaught of emotions running through her this morning. She was slipping deeper into the pool of temptation. Even the knowledge that she just might drown when she stopped kicking wasn’t enough to get her to stop looking at the Master she craved. She should have been thinking of a way to sneak out of the house, week of commitment be damned. Her real life didn’t need the upset. One wild Saturday night was one thing, but impulses needed to be quelled before you tossed your life away on whims. Too many women let men get in the way of earning a good life for themselves. That personal control was something she’d prided herself on until last night when she’d run into Trenton. It was amazing to find she could be so completely distracted by a man, but at the same time it was terrifying too.
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“Stop biting your lip.” “Crap.” The word rolled out of her mouth before she thought about it. Trenton opened his eyes wide as one golden eyebrow rose in response. A smirk decorated his mouth as he flexed his shoulder, tossing the pillow his arm had been draped over behind him. His bare chest captured her attention as her eyes traced the sculpted surface. “Tsk, tsk, my dear pet.” He waved a single finger at her in reprimand. “You’d never survive long in a harem with that loose mouth.” “I thought the girls were always locked back in the harem once the sex was finished.” Offering him a shrug, she smiled at his waving finger. “Those concubineholding men had to get up for morning prayers, you know. I think it was sunrise.” “I’m up for worshiping.” A tingle of excitement rippled through her in response. His voice was husky, but her ears didn’t think it was due to just waking up. No, her brain wanted to believe the deep timbre was due to an erection hiding behind that remaining pillow. “Spoken like a true harem master.” Lifting her shoulder off the divan, she propped an elbow on the silk velvet lounge. The soft blanket slithered down, revealing one nude breast. His attention faltered as his gaze moved to her bared torso. A feeling of power surged through her as she watched his eyes linger on her breast. Arousal flowed down her length, her mouth went dry, and her thoughts began to taunt her with bits of last night. Trenton lost his playful smirk while he watched her nipple pucker into a tight little button. “Mastering you just might be addicting.” There was a brassy note in his voice, almost like he was trying to talk sense into himself. The idea helped balance out her own uncertainty. Without conflicting logic to interrupt, arousal heated her further. It began to throb softly through her belly as she stared at Trenton. He locked stares with her before pushing that last pillow off the edge of the bed with a well-placed knee. It dropped to the polished surface of the floor with a soft woof, but she didn’t look down to see it hit. Her gaze moved away from the topaz one of her lover, down his body to the cock she’d been visualizing. The tip of her tongue moved over her lower lip as she eyed his erection. The room brightened a little more with the rising sun, showing her that his cock was hard with a ruby head. “Remove the blanket from your body.” His voice was firm now. Hard and solid with intent. Her heart accelerated in response to the tone as memory flooded her with exactly how much she enjoyed being under its command. But unlike last night, she was no longer a stranger to the fact that the anticipation yielded as much enjoyment as the final climax did. Moving her gaze back to his face, she lifted one hand and smoothed her fingertips over her exposed breast. “As you like.” His mouth pressed into a tight line as she trailed her fingers across her belly to the point where the soft fabric was caught on the curve of her hip. She didn’t grasp the edge of the blanket but smoothed her hand beneath it and slowly rose
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up off her elbow. She pushed the blanket down the length of her thigh as Trenton watched her skin being bared for him. Pleasure drew his face tight when she sat all the way up and sent the soft cover off the end of the divan. “Ever so nicely done.” The command was still in his voice, but it wavered a tiny amount, pleasing her. His eyes traveled over her bare body and back to her face, the flash of determination in them sending a shiver down her spine as she trailed her fingers back over her newly bared thigh. “All the way onto your knees, my pet. Your Master wants to look at you.” It was a test of her willingness but one that didn’t cause her any concern. Her clit throbbed in anticipation, making the rise to her knees a simple decision. His eyes followed her action with complete devotion. “Spread your thighs.” The silk velvet beneath her knees made it a simple request to submit to. Another shiver ran up her body, raising goose bumps on her skin as the folds of her sex opened along with her thighs. It was so exposing, so submissive a position that her breath caught in her throat because she enjoyed being asked to assume it so much. “Good girl.” Her breath rushed out as his praise hit her ears. It was startling to discover herself so sensitive to his opinion of her actions but it was also intensely pleasurable. Sweet delight flowed through her as she caught the faint scent of her own arousal drifting up from her spread sex. “Now grasp your hands behind your bottom.” She hesitated. A long moment held her in its grip as she debated the idea of posing so completely for him. But the idea of knowing he wanted to look at her taunted her into compliance. Trenton tsked at her. A naughty smile lifted her lips and she shrugged before twisting her hands behind her. The position thrust her breasts forward. “I shouldn’t enjoy your hesitation so much.” Her smile remained in place as she listened to his words. A slight hint of frustration echoed in the deep tone but there was also the unmistakable sound of enjoyment. “So, you don’t like a girl who thinks?” His eyes flashed with something that looked like a warning, but she only shrugged again. “Is that what you’re saying?” A deep chuckle shook his chest as a lazy grin covered his lips. Her smile faded as he moved a large, male hand down his belly to his cock. He grasped the thick shaft, slowly closing his grip around it. Her clit throbbed in response as she felt the walls of her pussy ache for another taste of that hard flesh. “You pose an interesting question. I’ve always enjoyed games that include a skilled partner.” He worked his grip up to the head of his cock and back down. “My pet.” Authority rang through his voice this time. She heard the expectation of obedience and shivered. Anticipation made her jumpy as every nerve ending she owned began 53
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demanding attention. She wanted to move, to shift or wriggle, but bit into her lip to remain in position. The battle to stay obedient to the position he’d placed her in only heightened her awareness of how much she wanted to be touched. Her skin begged for a caress like the one he was giving his cock. “Very good, Jane.” His hand gave another slow stroke over his cock while his gaze remained steady on her. “I enjoy looking at you but I find the idea of you waiting for my command even more intoxicating.” A shudder shook her and his gaze traced the telltale motion. “Surprised to hear that? Tell me why.” His face returned to a stern mask she couldn’t quite read. His voice held the same iron-controlled tone he’d used last night. A tingle touched the nape of her neck as she considered him. She felt ultra-exposed, on shaky ground for a woman who had captained her own life up until twelve short hours ago. But it felt like a canyon separating her from the woman who had put on a purple miniskirt out of desperation to understand her own body. “I’m still new to this whole submission thing.” Trenton frowned at her answer. Displeasure flashed across his eyes as he sat up. The bed was large and he looked like a king among the rumpled comforter and plump pillows. “If you feel exposed, say so.” He swung his legs off the mattress and stood up. Another tingle went down her neck as she felt the room shrinking with each step he took toward her. “Being submissive also means you have control. That’s not to be confused with any notion that you are worthless. Far from it. But every couple feels apprehensive the first morning they wake up with each other. It isn’t unique to the BDSM preference.” “I guess you have a point there.” If she’d met him at a wedding reception, she’d still be nervous this morning even if the sex they’d shared had been nothing more than missionary-style and completely under the covers. His bare feet made only the slightest sound as he stepped closer to her. The urge to squirm rose up as her heart rate accelerated. Tightening her fingers, she held her position as she watched the way he approached. “Lean your head all the way back and close your eyes.” He watched her hesitate, his gaze fused with hers as she battled her confidentwoman-in-control against the sexual creature he’d unleashed last night. Her eyelashes fluttered when she lifted her chin until her hair flowed down her bare back. Without her sight, every millimeter of skin became more sensitive. She was almost sure she could feel the air brushing against her. “That self control is far more arousing to me than anything else, Jane. When you can trust in that, you will never doubt yourself again. Submission is the ultimate achievement—a Master is nothing without your obedience.”
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A stroke across her belly made her shriek. She lost her balance and her eyes flew open as Trenton caught her before she tumbled off the divan. A deep chuckle shook his chest as he held her against his body, her hands clutching at his neck for balance. His hand stroked her neck before grasping it as his gaze lowered to her lips. “Good morning.” His mouth pressed against hers in a firm kiss. He pushed her lips apart, slowly drawing out the kiss. His tongue tasting hers for a moment before he broke away from her. A flicker of need filled his eyes before he lifted his head farther away from her lips. “Enough games before breakfast.” He set her back on the divan, one hand smoothing over her bottom before withdrawing. “Let’s get dressed and find someplace to eat. A cleaning crew is about to invade our privacy.” His eyes filled with heat as he reached toward her to cup one bare breast. “I don’t feel like sharing you this morning.” Possessiveness coated his words. A little shiver ran down her spine as she watched the way his lips thinned back into a firm line. Demand shimmered in his eyes now. It wasn’t the pulsing, hot kind she’d witnessed last night, but it felt even more intense because she somehow understood that it wouldn’t be sated with a single night of contact between them. “I think my stuff is still downstairs.” Slipping off the divan, she moved away from him. Falling prey to him in the dark was one thing, but with sunlight spilling into the master suite, the idea of being vulnerable was too unsettling. His topaz gaze followed her as she forced her hands to remain by her sides instead of covering her breasts. She wasn’t going to shrink, no way. “Not that it’s really the sort of outfit for breakfast.” “I had a bag brought up for you last night.” He watched her response and smiled at her frown. “Don’t be cross—you chose the rules for our current relationship. I’m merely keeping my word by taking care of my new pet.” She snorted at him. A flash of male enjoyment crossed his eyes before he turned and moved across the polished wood floor. “I wasn’t kidding when I told you I was curious about this sort of relationship. It isn’t the long and short of who I am.” She was proud of speaking her mind. Almost relieved that she could say it out loud. She was tired of hiding. He half turned to look back at her. The morning sunlight bathed his nude body. Every muscle was hard and sculpted, his cock still erect. There wasn’t even a hint of uncertainty in his posture as he stood before her naked. “It isn’t about me having to be in control. It boils down to the fact that I like taking control.” His gaze stroked her nude length. “And you enjoy it when I demand obedience from you too much for me to ignore either of our preferences. Both are facets of our personalities. We’re standing here because we found each other attractive. Once again, the Dom/sub element isn’t unique. Couples all over the city are together this morning because they looked at one another and something about that other person sparked an intense response. Just like us.”
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Oh shit. She didn’t voice the comment. Trenton turned and disappeared into the bathroom on the opposite side of the suite. A shower turned on as she turned toward the bathroom behind her. He was right. Too correct for her comfort but too damn right for her to brush off. True to his word, Trenton had left a duffle bag hanging from a coat hook set into the bathroom wall. Pulling the zipper open, she investigated the contents. The morning air was nice against her bare skin, promising another hot summer day in front of them. Shaking out a sundress, she hung it up to let the steam from her shower loosen up the winkles being packed in a bag had left it with. Yeah, shit was the right comment. She was on a one-way trip to ruin. The worst part of it all was the fact that in all honesty, she was loving every second of the ride. That was what bothered her, the fact that she was having the time of her life. Somehow, all her fantasies had never included getting to know her Master beyond the sex. She was supposed to be able to leave it behind, hidden in the heart of the night where…well, where bondage games belonged. At least that was what she’d always believed. Normal people didn’t actually have sexual relationships with those in the BDSM lifestyle. It was like oil and water. They simply couldn’t combine no matter how hard you tried to beat them together. Her teeth went back to biting her lower lip as she turned on the shower and stepped into the stall. She was thinking too much—that was all. She knew the rules and the game plan, so there was no reason to run her mind in circles. Hey, women made sexual decisions all the time. Her involvement with Trenton was just, well, sex. Wasn’t it?
***** “I’m starving.” Trenton’s voice sounded like he meant it too. He reached for her hand and grasped it before heading toward the stairs. Jane stared at their hands as a smile took over her face. “I know a place that opens early for brunch.” He stopped as they reached the main floor of the house. There was a dim sound of dishwashing clinking from the kitchen. Her purse was neatly waiting on one of the tables near the double doors that had opened into the party area last night. She hadn’t noticed that the house actually had three floors last night. He stomach rumbled and Trenton turned toward her. “Hmm, I love it when you agree with me.” He headed toward the stairs with her in tow. He took her into the garage, punching the garage door button with his free hand. The sun was completely up now and it illuminated the four-wheel-drive Jeep parked in front of her. A little tickle of laughter escaped her lips as she noted the placement of the vehicle. It was parked in the middle
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of the double garage with plenty of space on either side of it to ensure the shiny blue paint didn’t get so much as a ding. Trenton raised an eyebrow at her. “You think my Jeep is funny?” He let her hand go as he pulled a set of keys from a pocket. His pants were loose again, teasing her with the shape of his buns when he moved, and the fabric was drawn tight over one side of his bottom. “I think I expected a black Corvette.” He stared at her for a moment over the top of the Jeep. “I could say that I wouldn’t expect that Jack Randal would have an executive secretary who would place herself on auction either.” He pulled the driver’s door open. “But I learned a long time ago to accept myself the way I am.” He sat down in the driver seat leaving her alone with his comment for a moment. It felt like a small eternity as she battled against her own doubts. It was one thing to talk yourself into taking some action, but another thing to accept that you had needs that didn’t meet up with your childhood expectations. Pulling the passenger side door open, she slid into the seat as she looked at her companion. She stared into his topaz eyes but didn’t break off the connection. One corner of his mouth twitched up as she stared right back at him. “Not bad, Jane. You just might be worth more than you give yourself credit for.” He turned the engine over and backed the Jeep out onto the driveway. “What does that mean?” He flipped open a pair of sunglasses and placed them over his eyes. “That’s for you to decide. I’d like to spend another night getting to know you, but only if you want to be honest. I’m not interested in another relationship designed to feed a kinky curiosity before you run back to settle down into some ideal marriage where you please everyone but yourself. I’m comfortable with who I am, and I’m only interested in a woman who can find that same contentment.” “Sounds fair enough.” The words crossed her lips before she thought about them. Trenton cut her a glance from behind the sunglasses before shifting his attention back to the road. He clamped his lips closed, like he wanted to say something. It felt a whole lot like he was the one fighting back the urge to place his own soft spot on display. It was an interesting shift in power between them. Surprising in a big way because he’d always struck her as so powerful. Even now, the sexual hunger that had been burning between them when she’d first woken up wasn’t gone. It was just being kept warm while they took time to eat. A little shiver moved across her skin as she recognized the fact that she wasn’t going to be able to walk away so easily. The need teasing her clit was going to go with her. It wasn’t just sex, it was Trenton, and that only made her want to cuss again. Letting anyone have so much influence over her life worried her. Maybe it even scared her, but she couldn’t ignore the soft pulse of need or the teasing scent of his male skin. Her body wanted him, and all of the details only enhanced the craving. It was a 57
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complication that was only growing worse with every word he spoke because he wasn’t a jerk. She could have told a jerk to go screw himself. It wasn’t proving so simple to tell herself to leave. However, she wasn’t sure that she wanted to lay herself open either. But Trenton wasn’t going to accept her unless she did.
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Chapter Five She was a siren. Trenton let the idea graze his mind, searing a path across his thoughts. It proved hard to keep his eyes from drifting over her mouth as she gave her order to the waitress. He was fascinated with the way she moved, with each little motion of hand or shoulder. His cock was engorged, hard with anticipation of another ride between her thighs. That was what drew his attention the most, his continued interest. It was a condition he’d given up waiting to experience as relationships failed to blossom into anything beyond the kink factor. Too many women viewed him as a prize to snare along the path of their journey of sexual awareness. To them, he was a cock with a practiced hand that drove up the pleasure factor. But what cut him was the fact that it was always about their goals, snaring a Dom with a reputation—he was a toy. Something they played with until a new plaything distracted them. Getting his own emotions tangled in the equation had left him with a few scars that ached far too much. Hosting parties had become his safety net. When you were the host, you could become distracted from the interest of your guests. It should have been impossible to be so enraptured after one night, but there was one thing he knew damn well and that was his own emotions. He was being sucked closer, pulled in by the little flutters of her eyelashes as she tried to sneak a glance at him over her menu. The enticing part was the fact that she wasn’t trying to draw attention to herself. It was pure curiosity, not a coy attempt to gloat over him like some prize. That only doubled the stakes but he wanted to smile at the pure fun of it. That was something Jane had that he’d frankly forgotten about. How to just enjoy each other’s personalities. She poked fun at him, not to hook him into feeding her sexual fantasies but because she wanted to see him respond. It was lighthearted fun, the kind that he’d noticed lacking in his last few encounters. It was intoxicating. “What drew you to my party last night?” A little tingle of heat spread across her cheeks as Jane reminded herself that the people around them had no idea just what type of entertainment Trenton hosted. It just felt like she was wearing a brand on her face because she knew she’d been on display. It was amazing how your own mind could betray you with just a simple comment. Trenton raised an eyebrow at her as she squirmed. “You’re not a teenager, Jane.” He had a point. She shrugged, finding amusement in her own hypersensitive emotions.
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“Colette badgered me into it.” She offered him a naughty smile. “Not that that’s a first for her. We have a long-standing battle of dares.” One golden eyebrow rose. “Good friends are also the best adversaries. Adds spice to life.” “You’ve got that right. The spicy part anyway. Colette can’t be labeled bland.” A tiny ripple of apprehension moved through her as she slipped into joking with him. She liked it, the comfortable ease with which they were conversing. That was another thing she hadn’t expected of their kind of relationship. She was quite happy to be proved wrong too. “Still, you didn’t have any trouble finding something that interested you last night.” His gaze flickered with a dark promise. “The only part I didn’t understand fully was your innocence.” She shifted in her seat, shying away from her own motives for allowing herself to be auctioned. She’d needed to do it. But she wasn’t sure how to explain it, since she didn’t understand it completely herself. “Does it matter? To you?” His jaw froze as he locked stares with her. “It does.” There was a hint of uncertainty in his voice. It matched the one ringing through her. “I guess I was waiting to met the right guy.” Shrugging, she offered him a smile. “Nothing very original about it. Colette wasn’t happy either until she left the dating scene to join…ah…your group of friends. I couldn’t quite resist her when she cornered me into attending. You know, don’t judge a book by the cover.” He nodded with understanding. “I like knowing you mix dares with your friendships.” There was a hint of male appreciation gleaming in his eyes that made her laugh. Sexual tension tingled along her spine in response. Her mind was more than happy to take every word as a sexual promise. It wasn’t hot and heavy like last night, just persistent. “So why did you bid last night? Is that your normal game plan?” He shrugged. “No.” His gaze landed on her mouth for a long moment. “But I enjoyed your daring me into it.” He reached across the table. His fingers curled around her wrist letting his thumb stroke over the tender skin covering her inner wrist. “Because of this.” His eyes flickered with challenge as his thumb sent a shiver up her arm. “Reaction.” Another shiver left goose bumps on her skin as he looked at her mouth once again. “Something I haven’t encountered before.” She bit her lower lip and he stared at the telltale motion. The moment stretched out as she became too hot and lost interest in eating. The connection between them was much more important. Dropping the conversation in favor of finding a private place to get back to experiencing the way it felt when they touched each other sounded far more inviting.
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“You two are far too intense for Sunday brunch.” Trenton’s grip tightened around her wrist. Her gaze flew up to look at the face of the other voice from last night’s auction. A bolt of awareness shot through her as she looked at one of the defeated bidders from her auction. Her brain connected the few husky words he’d spoken last night with his face in the bright light of day. “Shamus.” Trenton released her wrist in order to shake hands with their company. “You’re late. Getting too old to drag your bones out of bed?” Shamus scoffed at him as he pulled out a chair and sat down. Jane tried to swallow, but her throat was too tight and dry. Their company pegged her with dark eyes that knew too damn much for her comfort. But he didn’t leer at her. There was a flash of heat in his dark eyes that didn’t look insulting either. He cut a glace back at Trenton. “Maybe I had a reason to linger in bed. Sorry to hear you didn’t, mate.” Her eyes closed to slits, and she didn’t much care that Shamus swung his attention back to her in time to catch her expression. His eyes flickered with amusement but his face remained perfectly poised in a mask she couldn’t read. “Love your friends, Trenton.” Her dry humor gained a chuckle from their guest. Shamus tapped his chest with two fingers. “I’m all warm and fuzzy. A true teddy bear.” She believed the warm part. The heat was building again, promising another day of hot rays. Trenton was wearing a loose, button-down shirt with short sleeves coupled with a pair of pants, but Shamus was wearing a long-sleeved shirt like a jacket over another more snug-fitting shirt. His amusement danced across his obsidian eyes, trying to needle her. Grabbing her iced tea, Jane lifted it to her lips as she shot Trenton a glare. The cool beverage slid down her throat, allowing her to relax. So what if Shamus knew about last night. He was bound by the rules of the party. She wasn’t sure if she was ever attending another one of the gatherings, but she did know that she would never welsh on her word to keep her mouth shut. She had too much in common with Trenton and his friends, a common personality trait that demanded loyalty. “Where’s Jack? How the hell did I miss him? He eats enough to keep a seal company going.” She choked on her tea, coughing as Shamus shot his full attention back to her. Intense scrutiny covered his face as she tried to conceal the personal facts of her life. “You know Jack Randal?” Trenton asked. When Jane didn’t answer, Shamus turned his question toward Trenton. All he got was a half grin from the man she’d given her consent to last night. Shamus looked back at her before leaning back in his chair to allow the waitress to take his order. She felt Trenton’s eyes on her, burning across the blush staining her face. She fought the impulse to look at him but lost as her gaze moved toward him, drawn once more to the
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need she still had for him. Even under the watchful eyes of his friend, she wasn’t able to ignore him. But she was torn between her need for him and the desire to not become a kept woman. Trenton returned her disgruntled look with one full of authority. There wasn’t an inch of give in him. Her nipples tingled beneath the cotton of her summer dress as she recognized the Dom who had mastered her last night. “Jacko’s a regular at brunch after a party.” His voice was deep and full of masculine intention. He watched her, waiting for her reaction. Sexual tension battled against her pride as she watched the tight set of his face. He expected her to yield to his control and it really pissed her off. “Thanks for letting me know.” Pushing her chair back, Jane stood up. She was halfway out of the patio restaurant before a hand curled around her upper arm. Trenton’s hard body pressed up against her back as he pushed her into the garden. The gurgling water of a bubbling stone wall foundation masked their words as she turned to hiss at his handling. “Let me go.” A hard shrug and jerk didn’t break his hold, making her temper ignite. His fingers tightened and so did her nipples, making her furious. “We have an understanding.” He pressed up against her until his chest brushed her tight nipples. His eyes filled with the knowledge of her arousal and his nostrils flared slightly in response. The little detail scared her. It was too intense, too intimate, and her feet fought to step away from him so that she could make a clear-headed decision. “This has to end when it threatens my job. I can’t throw my life away over any sexual relationship.” Shock replaced the determination blazing from his gaze for a moment as his fingers relaxed a fraction. “I doubt you’d like me showing up at your office wearing that collar either.” A flicker of understanding crossed his face. “Jacko won’t fire you over it. He understands.” “So you say. But in the event he decides I don’t fit the practice image anymore, he could fire me for a dozen other fabricated excuses if he was in the mood to get rid of me. Fun and games are great, right up until it begins costing the firm customers. That’s when the rules change.” She glared at him when he didn’t let her arm go. “I refuse to ask anyone to pay my mortgage. Sex and real life have to be separate. For me anyway. I’m sorry if that doesn’t work for you.” And she was. Disappointment raced through her as she watched for his reaction. The hand gripping her tightened slightly before he smoothed the place he’d held to rub away the sting of his strength. “We’re not finished. Not by a long shot.” Determination laced his voice, sending a bolt of need through her. “But you’re right, I shouldn’t have set you up with Jack. I trust him but you have a right to know who we’re meeting.”
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Jane was suspicious. She contemplated him with narrowed eyes. But the anger drawing her face taut interested him the most. It wasn’t a positive emotional response, nor was it a relief to find a way to cut their ties. She really wanted to stay with him simply because she enjoyed his touch. It was a dangerous thing, that flowing current between them. The kind that could drown them both. Emotions were so powerful once the heart got involved that you were often at the mercy of fate. Trenton caught Shamus watching them. His friend raised one dark eyebrow and that was enough to prod him into action. He wasn’t sharing her. Jane belonged to him, and even a tiny hint of interest from his long-time friend made him angry. Questioning that response wasn’t important, finding some privacy was. “Come on, let’s get out of here.” Trenton grasped her hand and led her toward the parking lot. She followed him because it felt right. That didn’t make a whole lot of sense, but the restaurant had become stifling—the people crowding her, irritating her mood just because she felt on display. Her cheeks colored as she considered being displayed. Having Trenton view her was a completely different thing. Alone in his master suite, it had been enticing, touching off an anticipation that began racing through her again as she climbed into the passenger side of his Jeep. Even being annoyed with him wasn’t enough to fend off the hunger her body had for him. The vision of him in his bed, stroking his cock, sprang to mind, turning her face red as he put the vehicle in reverse and backed out of the parking space. A quick jerk of his head and he was watching her, staring at the blush staining her face. Her eyelashes fluttered as she watched recognition dawn in his eyes. He didn’t miss the sexual interest in her gaze. His lips pressed into a thin line before he jerked his attention back to the road in front of them. “We have a unique effect on each other.” She detected a hint of vulnerability in his tone. Somehow, that made him even more interesting. Almost as if he was someone she could become friends with. “You could say that.” He chuckled at her but kept his eyes on the traffic. “You know, some people spend a great deal of effort looking for a person who touches off a reaction when their eyes meet.” “I guess I never thought it might happen at BDSM parties.” She was speaking without thinking but it was true. She was surprised to find that she liked Trenton. “That wasn’t an insult—at least I didn’t mean it that way.” His lips pressed into a firm line before he answered her. “Getting smashed at some music-blaring bar is more respectable?” He turned the wheel with hands that sported white knuckles. “Is that the way it is for you, Jane? You
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still can’t deal with the fact that you enjoy controlling yourself enough to be submissive?” “That’s a different way to look at it.” The filter between her mouth and her brain wasn’t working very well. But that shouldn’t have surprised her. Common sense didn’t have much of a place in her recent dive into physical relationships. Trenton snorted at her reply. “What is it that makes a submissive so enticing? Like a geisha, the sub keeps the control, even when it’s being tested by the most distracting thing to the human body—lust.” His words held a hypnotic appeal. Like a ’forties movie, where the black-and-white picture was all edged in shadows. Cloaking herself in mystery sounded incredibly sexy. Hearing Trenton talk about it sent a bolt of heat straight into her pussy. He glanced her way and she caught the hint of desire in his gaze. “You’re a paradox, Jane.” His voice was edged with hunger, with a need that her body enjoyed hearing. Her nipples tingled before drawing taut. “I think I almost forgot what a virgin was like.” “Does that mean you regret bidding on me?” His head turned toward her. Determination flashed from his eyes, hot and full of promise. “No.” His voice was menacing now. It should have put her on guard but all it did was ignite a hunger inside her. Her gaze drifted over his fly, looking for any sign he was as aroused as she. A deep chuckle drew her attention back to his face. “Can’t you tell if my cock is hard by the sound of my voice?” Her nipples tightened further as her memory recalled the tone of his voice. “Um…yes.” “There isn’t any reason to look at my crotch. Listen to me and let your body tell you what you want to know.” He turned a corner and she recognized her street. She watched him guide the Jeep into her driveway. He killed the engine and reached across the space between them to cup her chin with a firm hand. “Close your eyes.” Command colored his voice, firmly reminding her of the night they’d spent together. Her eyelashes fluttered shut. Sweet sensation surged through her as she became aware of how warm his skin was against her face, the scent of his skin teasing her nose as her senses became more acutely aware when she couldn’t see. Colette had one thing right—she didn’t want to have to ask for what she wanted. She needed a man who would demand her body and soul. “I won’t ignore my dominant tendencies.” She resisted the urge to gasp. Hunger coated his words, deep and hard, just like last night. Opening her eyes, she looked at him, needing to see what she’d missed with the blindfold on.
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“I’m not sure I’m planning on being submissive every time I share sex with a man.” She needed to know how he responded to her statement. A ripple of fear went through her as she watched his expression for any hint of rejection. His lips curved up as he gently rubbed the sides of her jaw. “Fair enough. The idea of a relationship is getting to know each other.” He pushed his door open and Jane followed his example. Her garage door began opening as her remote appeared in his hand. “Are you telling me it’s not a requirement? I mean, do you ever not play the game with a partner?” Calling it a game seemed cheap, but she really wanted to know his answer. Trenton tossed her garage door opener to her as his teeth flashed a smile at her question. “I believe I told you that I’m not an asshole by nature. Our relationship is just that, a relationship. You’re not my property. Anything gets boring if you repeat it too many times. The real test for any couple is their ability to adjust and grow.” His answer was also dangerously enticing, hinting at some measure of negotiability that would keep the door open after their one-week agreement passed. “What’s the matter, Jane? Didn’t you like my answer?” He shifted closer, towering over her. But she didn’t feel intimidated. Instead, a rush of awareness shot through her. “Actually, I think I liked it a lot.” He stroked her cheek, offering her a smile as she caught just a hint of confusion in his eyes. The fact that she wasn’t alone in her uncertainty balanced things out. Jane’s eyes detected a flash of red inside her garage she didn’t recall being there. “What’s that?” A very masculine mountain bike was standing alongside her lilac one. A soft chuckle came from her companion as she moved toward it to stroke a finger along the handlebars. “I should be pissed that you made yourself at home in my place.” But she wasn’t. She was giddy, like he’d brought her a present by surprising her with something to do outside the bedroom. “But that would mean conforming to what the rest of the world thinks we should be doing together.” Trenton stepped up beside her and cupped her hips with his hands. His breath teased her earlobe and she felt his cock against her bottom. In a flash, her body returned to begging for attention over the conversation they were having. “I have to set up a date, take you to dinner, listen to you rattle on about work, family and stuff. You ask around, check me out with your girlfriends. Meanwhile, we’re both trying to make sure we take the proper steps society dictates before we touch each other like we want to. Personally, I think the world needs to stay out of our sex life.” He pushed his erection against her bottom a single time, before stepping away from her.
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She bit into her lower lip to contain the whimper rising from her chest. The mixture of heat and need suddenly made her laugh. “I sure hope you know how to ride this thing because I’m not going to wait up for you.” “Get your shorts on and we’ll see who gets the rear view.” His voice was mocking, but she loved the challenge it presented. Sticking out her tongue at him, she turned and took her stairs two at a time. He was going to be staring at her tail. Her competitive nature demanded satisfaction, and she was going to get it. At least, while they were outside she was. Casting a look around her bedroom, she savored the heat still licking along her body. The idea of Trenton joining her in her bed was slightly unnerving, but it was also exciting. It would prove impossible to evict him from her thoughts completely if he took her among her own things. But the idea taunted her with how much she’d enjoyed being taken. Grumbling under her breath, she tied her shoes and went to face the man on the bike trail. One competition at a time. A dry laugh escaped her lips as she descended the stairs. One thing was clear—they both thrived on struggle. The good, the bad and the intensely sexual.
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Chapter Six “You ride a mean bike,” Jane commented. Trenton flopped onto his back next to her. The afternoon sun was beginning to dip low on the horizon. Every muscle ached, but Jane smiled at her company, trying to hide her panting breaths. Trenton laughed at her effort. “Nice try, but you’re not that much better than me.” With a shrug, Jane reclined on the grass-covered incline where they’d stopped. It was cool against her hot skin and the evening breeze was kicking up too, blowing across her perspiration-coated arms and legs. Trenton stretched out beside her, looking like a poster boy for the nice guy your mother told you about. Hell, her parents would adore him. The man was a successful lawyer and had great fashion sense. “You’re biting your lip again.” His voice had changed from the lighthearted competitor who had given her hell on a bike for the better part of the afternoon to the Master who had driven her insane last night. It was a little like seeing a split personality in a person, only both personalities were Trenton. The dominating tendencies were what made him that successful professional. Poster child look aside, she could she the signs of what he was now. And it was all in plain sight. She’d just been too innocent to notice yesterday. Trenton’s eyes flashed with heat. “You’d get fleeced in poker with that lip-biting habit.” “Not just poker…” She let the suggestive phrase sail out of her mouth. His eyes darkened dangerously. Promise brimming in their topaz centers. “Depends on whether or not you want to be fleeced.” She had last night… Trenton studied her face. He reached across the distance between them to stroke her inner wrist. She trembled out of reflex as her nerve endings sent out a bolt of sensation from the lone touch. His eyes slid along her arm to her chest as her nipples tingled and displayed their tight shape against her thin riding top. He pushed up onto his feet and offered her a hand. “Ready for the next round, my pet?” She was. Her hand was on its way into his grasp before she considered anything beyond what she craved. Heat was snaking though her, touching her clit as it reawakened the hunger from that morning. But this time, the sexual impulse was coupled with the hours they’d spent just being friendly with each other. There was a new level of contentment between them, less uncertainty. He didn’t just turn her on— she liked him too. 67
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This time, his clothing didn’t hide his growing need. The bulge of his cock was clear against the Spandex of his riding shorts. Her gaze traced it before she strapped her helmet into place for the return trip home. “You’ll take the lead back.” It was a firm command, laced with the promise of more demands. He swung his leg over his bike, stretching the fabric tighter against his erect cock. A flash of hunger drew his face taut, and she caught just a glimpse of his gritted teeth. “And you may not look behind you.” His tone challenged her to obey. A dare tossed out to see if she’d become that geisha he’d talked about. The model of composure and docile acceptance as she waited for his command. It excited the hell out of her. Climbing onto her bike, she pushed her feet against the pedals without looking back. As her heart rate accelerated with the physical activity, the blood rushed past her eardrums, making it impossible to hear a bicycle behind her. She resisted the urge to turn her head. Just like with the blindfold, keeping her eyes on the trail in front of her drove her anticipation up with every yard. It made her shiver in spite of the sweat coating her from the exercise of riding the bike. The traffic light at the corner of her street made her slow down and swing her leg over the seat. Her ears suddenly became acutely sensitive, searching for the sound of Trenton’s bike. She detected the click of his brakes and then the scuff of his shoes on the pavement behind her. Waiting for the light to turn green sent her heart rate up. It wasn’t the same life-sustaining function that riding the bike required from the muscle. This was an excitement that made her jittery as she forced her eyes to remain on the traffic signal. A blush stained her cheeks as she realized that no one in the cars passing them knew that she was being submissive. Only Trenton did. It was almost as if they’d already shut the world out with a bedroom door. The light changed and she swung back up onto her bicycle. The seat was too hard against her clit. The little bundle of nerve endings felt oversensitive as her eyes latched onto the shadow of the bicycle following her. She was already dismounting as she hit her driveway, her gaze lowering to the pavement, seeking a reassuring glimpse of a shadowy figure. Trenton overtook her, cruising up beside her in a swift motion of powerful muscle. He tsked under his breath as he cupped her chin. He raised her eyes to meet his and the breath froze in her lungs as she stared at the hard hunger in his eyes. “You’re cheating, Jane. Cheating yourself out of the anticipation.” Her eyelashes fluttered as she tried to hide the naughty little glimmer of enjoyment that made its way through her. The fingers around her jaw tightened a fraction as she heard him snort at her. “Shower and wait for me on your bed.”
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Kicking the stand into place, she left her bike standing where it had been that morning. A smile teased her lips as she let her gaze wander over Trenton. With a shrug, she tugged her helmet off, unable to resist the urge to toy with him a bit. “Any particular place on the bed?” She batted her eyelashes in innocence. He frowned at her but couldn’t hide the flash of anticipation that crossed his eyes. He closed the distance between them, but didn’t touch her. “Dead center, on your knees with your hands behind your back…” He hesitated for a long moment as his eyes swept down her body. “And completely nude.” Heat licked up her body, awakening every nerve ending she had. She licked her lower lip as her riding clothes suddenly felt incredibly grimy against her skin. “All right.” He tsked at her, catching her chin between his thumb and forefinger. She could have stepped back and broken that grip but it sent a zip of excitement through her with its demand for compliance. An unspoken demand flickered in his eyes as he held her eyes with his. “Not good enough, Jane.” She shivered in spite of her pride. He tapped her on the tip of her nose with a fingertip. “But I will be happy to school you. Go.” Turning her back on him, she felt his eyes on her as she entered the house and went upstairs toward her bedroom. Hot need swirled through her as she turned the shower on and stepped under it before the hot water made its way upstairs. The cool water conflicted with the heat racing through her veins. Waiting for him was harder than it sounded. The house was too quiet, making her wonder if she was alone. She hesitated in front of her bed, doubt nibbling at her confidence. Nude, she suddenly felt exposed, but there was little point in putting on clothing if she was awaiting her lover. It was a dilemma she’d never experienced before, the anticipation of his arrival and just how he expected to find her when he entered the room. She shied away from actually climbing onto the bed. The padded surface suddenly looked like a vast expanse of open space designed to expose every little imperfection. If nothing else, playing the submissive had certainly challenged her confidence. She felt it growing stronger every time she faced her own sexual shyness. “Have you forgotten so quickly?” A hard arm snaked around her waist. Trenton held her against his body as she jerked with a moment of surprise. He tossed two condoms onto the bed before covering her eyes. Keeping her firmly in front of him, he cooed softly next to her ear. “Did you forget how much you enjoyed waiting for me this morning, my pet?” Husky and solid, his voice set her clit to pulsing. His erection was pressed against her
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bottom, heating her pussy. He brushed a hand down to one breast, rolling the nipple between his thumb and finger. “When I instruct you to wait for me, you will kneel with your knees spread and clasp your hands behind your back. You will look up and close your eyes.” He spoke slowly, drawing out each word as her mind recalled exactly how it felt to be in the described position. His cock jerked against her bottom, betraying a hint of his mood to her. Her hips wiggled in response as she heard a quick rasp of breath next to her ear. “Don’t rush toward penetration, my pet.” It was a gentle instruction this time. His voice soothing as he smoothed his hand over her bare abdomen to the top of her mons. He fingered the very front of her pussy as his hips pressed his cock against her bottom. “You don’t need to feel it to know I’m hard. Trust your own allure. Knowing that you’re waiting for me is something I can’t resist.” Her confidence swelled. She suddenly felt radiant, beyond beautiful. Desire wasn’t dictated by opinion. It was born somewhere inside the flesh and it couldn’t be forced. “All right.” He tsked at her. Disapproval clear in his tone. “You enjoy being commanded, don’t you?” “I did last night.” “By me, you mean.” His finger teased her pussy, pushing between the folds of her sex a mere inch to press against her clit. Pleasure shot up her core, her hips lifting up in invitation to the hard cock behind her. He rubbed her clit slowly while he pressed his cock against her bare bottom, its hardness drawing a whimper from her lips. “The sight of you on your knees, waiting for my desire almost drove me beyond my own control. I was caught between the urge to worship you like a goddess and savagely fuck you like an animal in heat.” Her hands spread out on top of his thighs, stroking the firm muscle, delighting in the skin-to-skin contact. Her lips parted as her respiration increased. The finger in her sex withdrew, making her frown. She ached for more attention on the little bundle of nerve endings. The wide chest behind her shook with a soft chuckle. “Sweet pet, you still lack obedience.” “I’m not sure I’ll ever be a true submissive.” He cupped a bare breast as he stroked his hand back up her torso, caressing the globe all the way around until his fingers found the nipple. He pinched it slowly, increasing the pressure until it bordered on pain. A startled gasp left her mouth and he released the sensitive point. “I think that just might be what draws me to you, Jane. Your odd mixture of submission and taunting.” The hand covering her eyes trailed down her cheek, setting off little ripples of sensation. He stroked down her neck, over her shoulder and down her arm until he clasped her wrist. “The challenge is intoxicating.”
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Gripping both her wrists, he drew her hands away from her body. Using his body, he bent her toward the bed, placing her hands on the padded surface. His breath teased her ear as he scraped his teeth along her neck. “Spread your feet.” A bite landed on the side of her neck, triggering a rush of need. The little pain speared through her as she complied with his demand. “Wider. Raise your bottom for your Master.” She shivered as she moved her feet farther apart. Anticipation was twisting in her belly, her heart thumping hard inside her chest. Need tormented her with its intensity. He caught her hair, pulling the strands until she whimpered with a touch of pain. “So sweet, but so undisciplined.” He was pressed all along her back, his cock thrusting through her slit. Her pussy begged for a taste of the hard flesh. She quivered as she tried to maintain the position of submission. Her bottom twitched as she controlled the urge to raise it up toward his cock. “Good girl.” She whimpered as the words graced her ears. A tremor ran along her limbs as he pulled on her hair once again. He bit her neck as he tugged, driving the heat up another notch. “So interesting isn’t it, Jane, the heat and the need. It twists you, makes you crave.” “Yes, umm yes, Master.” His cock moved. He drew it up and away from her slit before plunging down through the wet folds. A cry escaped her lips as the need became too powerful to keep inside. He rose away from her, drawing his cock free and then thrusting back through her flesh. She needed to come. As the head of his cock stroked over her clit, she jerked toward it, perched on the edge of climax. “No.” She cried out when he didn’t give her the command she needed to hear. A second later he released her completely. A shudder shook her so hard, she had to concentrate to remain in the position he’d placed her in, forcing her head to remain still, keeping her eyes on the bed top. “Good girl.” His voice floated over her bent form and she drew a deep breath. She hadn’t realized that she’d been holding her breath as she waited for his approval. She caught sight of him as he moved around the bed, his hard cock thrusting up from his belly. Her gaze was fixated on the ruby head, her pussy clenching with need. “I enjoy watching you wait for me.” He climbed onto the bed, kneeling with his cock sticking straight up. “Do you like hearing that, Jane?” “Yes.” “You should. It is a compliment.”
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The bed rocked as he moved closer. He knelt with his cock a few inches from her face. “You make a fine pet, but I wonder if you can maintain the role long enough to gain my favor.” “I can.” He grasped her hair again, tightening his grip until little nips of pain ran down her spine. Raising her face to meet his stare, she gasped at the need burning in his eyes. “I know you will try.” It was a taunt, a challenge from his lips to conquer the impulses racing through her body. She wanted to fuck but her desire was only for him. “Open your mouth for my cock.” He held her head steady as he lifted his hips to press the head of his cock against her lips. Excitement ran through her as she tasted the first drops of his cum. She relaxed her jaw, wanted to drive his need to the same level as her own. He pressed his cock into her mouth, holding her hair as the bed bounced beneath her hands. “A true submissive wouldn’t be thinking about her own need. Not ever.” He pulled free and thrust deeper. “But you’re more of a pet, the kind who trades obedience for satisfaction.” His hips drove his cock in and out of her mouth. A groan escaped from his lips as he increased the pace. “Yet another facet of your personality that captures my attention.” He suddenly stopped, halting with his glistening cock right in front of her face. The hand in her hair loosened. “Lie on your back.” He let her hair go and she climbed onto the bed. His gaze focused on her, taking in every detail of her nude body. He stood up, giving her the entire bed. “Roll onto your back and spread your legs. You will show everything to your Master.” As she did so, she lost sight of him. It was still light and it seemed very exposing. He reached over the foot rail of her bed to capture her wrists. “Still timid, Jane? I can’t stroke my pet if you don’t lie out for my hand.” A shiver shook her as he pulled her hands up over her head. Her nipples thrust up into the air, tight and inviting. “Geishas learn to sleep precisely on their backs, just to maintain their perfect hair. They scatter rock salt around their hard pillow at night to teach them to not roll over in their sleep.” “That must suck.” He chuckled as he placed her hands on the iron railing that made up her bed frame. “True. I enjoy a soft pillow or pet to lie on myself.”
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The idea of him lying on her stirred her hunger. She still hadn’t felt his weight on top of her as he took her. His comment teased her with the idea of being pressed down as he drove his cock deep into her. “It’s the control and confidence I admire in the geisha.” He released her hands and moved around the bed, his gaze stroking her body. “The challenge of drawing even a tiny response from her…from you.” He trailed a finger around one breast, moving toward the nipple. Gooseflesh covered her skin in tiny bumps, her nipple begging for contact. Her breath lodged in her throat as he tapped the puckered tip once, twice, then pinched it. A tiny moan came from her lips and a grin appeared on his lips. “Like that. So simple but so satisfying.” She quivered but not just from need or passion. There was something so intimate about the way he watched her. Studying each touch and judging its impact. She’d never felt so cherished. It was overwhelming, spreading through her without any thought. The bed rocked as he lay across it. He pressed her thighs up, until her toes pointed at the ceiling. “Sex isn’t hard to find, Jane.” He pushed his hands between her thighs and pressed them outward into a straddle split. “I don’t need a submissive who only craves a few rounds of toys and discipline.” Her pussy was completely open to his gaze. He looked at it and she shivered with the raw emotion of being laid open for his viewing pleasure. The folds of her sex pulled away from her clit and pussy as he kept his hand on the inside of her thighs, pressing her legs wide. His attention shifted to her face, his gaze searing into her eyes. “But I do crave control.” She witnessed the truth of that on his face. He watched her absorb it before lifting his hands off her thighs. She didn’t move, fighting against the urge to press her thighs shut. “Good girl.” His gaze returned to her spread sex, the tip of his tongue running over his lower lip. Her hips gave a jerk, born of pure need as she watched the velvet point of his tongue appear while looking at her spread body. His attention rose to her face again, making her shiver with disappointment. Warning flashed from his eyes as he denied her any contact. It was a reprimand, discipline, and her body ached as she tightened her grip on the rails above her head. “Better.” His gaze flickered up to where her hands curled around the bars of her headboard. “Tying you up wouldn’t yield the same level of intensity. I know you’ve heard about it, the handcuffs and silk rope, but I’m not interested in letting you hide behind the common tools of the BDSM world.” He raked her belly with the tips of his fingers, stopping to pinch her nipples. “You will control your own impulses or be deprived of my touch.” His pet geisha.
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Completely submissive but dignified as well. “Yes, Master.” The words flowed from her lips effortlessly in a smooth voice that almost dared him to continue. “Good girl.” Heat edged his voice, deepening it as his gaze returned to her spread sex. His finger stroked her open sex from clit to vagina, in a slow touch that drew a cry from her lips. But she kept her hips on the bed as he teased the opening. “There is no compliment quite like watching your knuckles turn white in an effort to please me.” He stroked his finger back up to her clit, rubbing it as he watched. “Thank you.” His finger froze. “Master.” Her voice was a throaty whisper. But his finger resumed motion, rubbing and pressing on her clit as she fought the urge to lift her hips toward the touch enough to increase the pressure. She needed to come. Her pussy was burning for release but he kept his touch light, too delicate to grant her climax. “Would you like to be my pet?” His hand rose away from her flesh. A whimper crossed her lips as her pussy clenched with need. “Yes, Master.” He thrust one finger into her body and her hips shot upward, thrusting towards his hand. She cried out as it happened in spite of her attempts to keep her body still. A low, profane word escaped her lips as she pressed her hips back to the surface of the bed. “Very well done.” She gasped with relief as he worked that finger in and out of her body. Little wet sounds drifted up over her body as pleasure filled her. Leaning forward, he licked her clit and her hips thrust toward his face once again. “Shit.” She lost the battle, her legs quivering as she snapped them shut. Trenton moved like lightning as he hooked a hard arm under her and flipped her over, raising her bottom as her head was pressed to the surface of the bed by a hand on the back of her neck. A hard smack landed on her ass and then another. “Failure isn’t acceptable, Jane.” He smacked her bottom, one cheek and then the other. The pain snaked into her clit, setting off a need so hard she dug her fingers into the comforter as she whimpered. “My pet is mine to touch or view as I please. A pet remains with its Master because it wants to, not because it’s leashed. She returns because she craves the pleasure of her Master’s touch.”
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He smacked her bottom a dozen more times, driving her need higher. He thrust two fingers into her pussy, working them quickly but never touching her clit. Climax tormented her with how close it was, but still unobtainable. “Please…Master.” “Ah…but most importantly, a pet enjoys its Master’s attention.” He grasped her hips and turned her onto her back, his hands spreading her thighs as she reached above her head for the iron railing. His cock rose up straight and hard, making her mouth go dry. He clasped it in one hand as she watched, working its length up and down with a firm grip. Reaching over, he picked up one of the condoms and tore the package open. She watched him unroll the soft latex like a starving woman peering into the kitchen. “As I confessed, you tear me apart, pushing me toward that uncontrolled need to cover you and fuck hard.” “Yes, Master.” She said it like an order. He chuckled as his thumb brushed over her clit. “But I will be the Master.” His cock split her pussy in a hard thrust that forced a cry from her lips. He didn’t cover her, just moved forward until his thighs were under hers. He could thrust into her spread body without giving contact to her clit. A hollow whimper rose from her lips as need clawed at her. Her pussy was full but it needed that friction against her clit to achieve full satisfaction. Her hands tightened on the iron until the grip hurt as he thrust hard and deep into her sheath. “Please, Master.” She arched her back, letting her eyes shut as her lower back curled away from the mattress. Her breasts thrust high as she did it, surrendering every shred of control, waiting for him to satisfy her. “Make me come.” “Good girl.” The bed shook as he moved, leaning over her body to suck one nipple into his mouth. A cry escaped her lips at the hot contact of his mouth on that tender point. He pulled free of her body as he covered her, pressing her back down onto the bed. His hands captured her wrists, pinning them to the bed as his hips drove his cock in a hard motion between her thighs. The bed shook as he thrust, a harsh growl floating down from his clenched teeth as he fucked. It was hard, but her hips bucked beneath him, eager for each thrust. She didn’t want to climax, didn’t want to let the intense enjoyment end. Each plunge into her body made her cry out. His weight across her heightened her awareness of how much larger and stronger he was. But she was too aroused to hold back. The muscles of her pussy tightened around his cock as pleasure shook her so hard, her vision went dark. Her spine arched as she clawed at her lover, her thighs clenching around his hips, pleasure whipping through her. A harsh groan above her signaled an end to his control as well. His hand gripped the back of her neck as his hips pounded against her. She lifted her eyelashes and stared at the man above her. His face was harsh and primitive, his lips drawn back showing 75
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his clenched teeth. He thrust hard, grunting as his cock began to jerk inside her. His body shuddered as pleasure washed over his face, even touching his eyes. He held her neck, kept their stares locked as sensation rippled through them both. Only when she fought to move his weight enough to fill her lungs did he roll off her and onto his back. He reached for the hand towel he’d left on the corner of the bed and used it clean up after rolling the condom off his length. He tossed it aside before reaching for her. A hard arm clamped her against his chest while his legs tangled with hers. Her head settled onto a shoulder as she listened to the rhythm of his heart. Time flowed around them, not really touching their little capsule of contentment. His fingers played with her hair as she threaded her fingers through the dense mat of body hair covering his chest. The light faded as the sun set and her brain tried to slip into slumber, the weekend’s excesses taking their toll. A deep breath moved the chest her head was pillowed on before he gently lifted her off him. He rolled over and swung his leg off the edge of the bed. He turned to look at her, running a hand up and over her shoulder. “I release you from the terms of the auction.” “You what?” Her voice cracked as she lifted her torso off the rumpled bedding. A soft finger stroked her cheek in response. Trenton considered her for a long moment before tapping her lips with a fingertip. “By placing yourself on auction I had to bid or lose you. I taunted you into it. But I don’t desire a submissive bound to me by those rules. More importantly I think you’re worth more than that from any man.” Her bed rocked as he stood up. Her brain struggled to absorb what he was saying. Trenton stepped into his pants with swift motions. His face was a stern mask as his gaze lingered on her. Distaste flashed through his eyes as he reached for his shirt. “You’re not the only one with standards, Jane. I have a few of my own, even if I was weak enough to take a taste of you before dissolving our agreement.” He buttoned the middle button on his shirt before leaning back over the bed. He placed one knee on the mattress as he captured her chin. “I will be your Master, your lover, and possibly even your boyfriend, but I will not be your dirty secret. Just as you shouldn’t be treated like a possession when you’re in public with me.” He pressed a hard kiss against her mouth before standing up. He scooped up his shoes as he moved toward the bedroom door. Jane kicked at the tangled sheet as she tried to follow him. “Stay.” His voice was filled with deep authority. It was more than the tone he used in the hot tub. Now there was a ring of deep emotion too. He sat on her dressing table chair and pushed his feet into his shoes. He watched her as she debated his command. One corner of his mouth twitched up as she bit into her lower lip. “It bears thinking about, doesn’t it? I enjoy dominating you.”
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“I enjoy it, too.” The confession just rolled out of her mouth. Trenton stood up, his face a mask that didn’t grant her any hint as to his mood. He slowly smiled at her before bending slightly in a slow bow. “At least we agree on how we affect each other. I meant what I said, Jane. Think about it. You’ll be invited back to my bed, but just make sure you understand my terms before taking me up on the offer. Sex isn’t more important to me than a relationship. I can get sex any time—it isn’t enough anymore. If that’s all you want, half the Doms at my next party will be happy to strap you to a bed and use their toys on you.” His eyes swept her one last time. “As much as I enjoy you, our connection, I need more.” He turned and left. She rolled off her rumpled bed and walked across the floor to the window. Watching her driveway, she looked out as Trenton opened the door of his Jeep. Her unexpected freedom from the auction bargain she’d struck with him didn’t feel very good. A tiny shiver raced across her skin as she observed him put the Jeep in reverse. Watching him drive away left her feeling oddly like she’d been rejected. Maybe in a fashion, she had been. The real question was what she wanted to do about it. Choice had never seemed so difficult before. But she got it, the point he was making. Hiding behind handcuffs or auction promises wasn’t what he was looking for and if she was honest with herself, it wasn’t enough for her either.
***** Shamus was parked outside his home. Trenton groaned at the smirk that raised his friend’s lips. “All alone, buddy?” Shutting the door of his Jeep, Trenton glared at the amused look on his company’s face. “Take your mocking glee somewhere else.” Shamus followed him through the garage and into the house. The scent of fresh cleaning filled the air. They climbed the stairs and entered the entertaining wing on the second floor. Every pillow was neat, the floor polished and the glasses gleaming in their rack above the bar. Trenton considered the room with all its details. The place was a haven, at least that was his idea behind designing it. “I have to hand it to you, pal—you did manage to choose one interesting female to get chewed up over.” A pair of glasses hit the top of the bar as Shamus assumed the bartender’s position and poured two shots of whiskey. He added ice cubes before pushing one glass toward Trenton. Lifting his own drink in a silent toast, he took a swig from it. “She’s unique. I’ll give you that. I wouldn’t have minded if that auction went to me at all.” “She was mine from the moment we locked stares—you didn’t have a chance.” The whiskey was harsh on Trenton’s tongue, making him wince. “Even sex wouldn’t have changed who she was drawn to.” “True, but she was still worth the effort of bidding on. I enjoyed that part. A lot.”
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Trenton didn’t bother to argue with Shamus or rise to his bait. There wasn’t any point in it. The man was his counterpart, sometimes understanding him better than he did himself. “I dissolved our agreement.” “And you did that…why?” The flare of heat in Shamus’ eyes irritated Trenton. A surge of territorial aggression rose as he indulged in a sip of whiskey. “To see what she’ll make of my next request with no chains attached.” “What did she think of that?” Trenton shrugged. “I don’t know.” He lost interest in his drink and set it down. “Taking isn’t enough anymore.” “Damn it, man, stop tempting me.” Shamus pulled a large hand pistol out of his chest harness and pointed the muzzle at him. Trenton didn’t even bother to raise an eyebrow at him because the safety was still on. A grin twitched his friend’s mouth before the gun was returned to its hiding place. “You’re right—I can’t shoot you. Not when the floor is so nice and clean.” Shamus offered him a disgusted grumble. ” Life was simpler when taking was enough.” “It’s also empty.” Shamus grimaced as he took another slow swig from his glass. “Safer that way.” Placing his empty glass on the bar, he pegged Trenton with a hard stare. “Falling for her is a bad idea, mi amigo. Pretty little things like that don’t transplant into our lifestyle.” Didn’t he know it. Trenton felt the harsh taste of reality mix with the whisky on his tongue. He was chasing a fairy. There were only two types of females who occupied his and Shamus’ world. The submissive who was getting her kicks out of being bent, or the rather rare female Doms who needed to be in control of their lovers. Neither of them translated into long-term relationships for an experienced Dom like himself. Casting off that facet of his personality would be like tying one hand behind his back. Eventually, it would be noticed, calling to him like an addiction that held the power to drag him toward infidelity. He knew more than one Dom who had married and ended up in an affair because they hadn’t been honest with their wives. Taking up with a submissive wasn’t the answer either. In spite of his bedroom preferences, he still needed a female who could function without him. That was what made Jane such a paradox. Shamus chuckled. “You’re lost. Know that? Your eyes are glazing over.” His friend placed his glass on the bar and moved toward the door. “So is she coming to dinner Friday night? I think I’d like to see that.” Trenton snarled at his friend. Shamus smirked right back, spreading his hands out wide.
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“Now come on, buddy, don’t go limp dick over a virgin.” He stooped in the doorway to adjust his jacket over his shoulder holster. “Maybe she’ll show up wearing a collar just for you. If not, I’d love the chance to get her to wear one for me.” “You’re a bastard.” With one hand on the doorknob, Shamus offered him a cock-sure grin. “Nothing but the best for my buddy.” His face lost its playful edge in a half second, transforming into a somber look, the sort of non-joking expression Shamus used when he had to use that gun. “Don’t settle, pal. If it’s the real deal, she’ll find a way to get comfortable with some of your needs too. Don’t make the mistake of thinking you can turn over a bright new leaf and play the game by society’s rules. You can’t change your core.” And Shamus knew it. Trenton watched him leave as he absorbed his friend’s words. Shamus wasn’t the first Dom who had tried to marry up and make a go in the “normal” world. The man carried the scars, deep wounds that Trenton knew leaked from time to time. Jane wasn’t the same… That idea teased him as he climbed the stairs to his room. Also in perfect order, the master suite still whispered with the memory of the prize he’d brought to it last night. But he didn’t mind the specter. His mind enjoyed the replay of their encounters as he studied each response, strategizing his next approach. Shamus was correct—settling wasn’t the answer, but conquering sounded just about right. His lips curved up as his cock grew hard. What it felt like was fun, and the best part was knowing that Jane wouldn’t surrender easily. No, never easily, she’d demand he prove it to her and there was nothing that was going to bring him more pleasure than doing exactly what she wanted him to do. Fate had an interesting sense of humor at times.
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Chapter Seven “Are you going to make me beg for details?” Colette’s tone of voice was just about the polar opposite of pleading, but Jane decided it fit the demanding expression on her face. The lunch crowd chatted all around them as Wednesday ticked away, getting everyone one day closer to the weekend. “I thought you were the experienced one here, Colette my dear.” Jane rolled the endearment as she stabbed her fork back into her salad. “You know what happened.” Colette laughed. A low, throaty chuckle that sent a little rush of heat toward her face as Jane tried to banish Trenton’s memory long enough to get away from her friend. Dealing with the man was proving hard and she wasn’t in the mood to let anyone know just how difficult. Facing her best friend had suddenly transformed into a visit to the principal’s office instead of a lunch date. “Oh, baby girl, you are in trouble.” Jane frowned at the nickname. Colette’s eyebrows shot up in response as she clicked her long, dark purple fingernails at her. “I guess I should have guessed there was more to it than just the auction. Trenton is more of a recluse. He stopped playing the dating game about a year ago but still hosts parties. You really caught his attention, but I don’t think it’s the ‘going to pass’ sort of thing.” “Oh very funny.” Jane glared at her friend as she tried to conceal the enjoyment that flashed through her at those words. “I don’t need to be placated. I understood the rules just fine.” “And you’re a big girl?” Collette rolled her eyes. “You know, Jane, you’re being rather stupid for such a smart woman. I don’t understand why you have a hang-up about this.” “I’m not caught up on anything.” Her voice rose a little too loud for comfort with the topic. Clamping her lips shut, she tried to think but all she wanted to do was erupt into a ball of emotions. Waiting for his call was driving her insane, but she couldn’t shake off the desire for her cell phone to ring. “You are.” Colette pointed her fork at her. “You need to stop letting everyone tell you what a relationship is, baby girl.” Her friend grinned at the annoyance that twisted Jane’s lips. “The world has spent far too much time telling people how to fuck.” “Colette…” “See? All I said was fuck. Now if I’d called it making love, that wouldn’t have twisted your panties.” 80
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Jane snorted half amused by the comment. Colette offered her a grin. “See? It is funny when you think about it. Do me a favor and wise up before you lose that man.” “I’m not keeping him.” She answered too fast. “Why not? Trenton is the first man who managed to snare your attention. That’s not something to toss away after the first few bites.” “So I’m expected to believe in love at first sight?” Jane frowned as a part of her heart liked that idea far too much. A little wave of happiness washed through her as she contemplated Trenton calling her, chasing her when he could have a dozen other, more practiced submissives. “If the shoe fits…” Colette sighed before abandoning her bulldog approach. “Look, Jane. You’ve been alone a long time. Me too. Don’t be a moron because you’ve never dealt with killer emotions before.” She held her palm up. “No answer required. Only you know if you like him enough to chew your inhibitions up over. No relationship comes without adjustment. Personally, I’m jealous. My auction item, while perfectly obedient, doesn’t touch my heart. I’m not concerned about his next call. If he doesn’t ring me, I’ll just find another toy on Friday if I’m horny. You should treasure what you have, even if it’s frustrating. That’s sort of a requirement of love anyway.” She twirled her fork and Jane noticed an unusual glassiness in her eyes. “At least it isn’t lonely.” “Trenton dissolved our auction agreement.” Jane didn’t care for the hurt she heard in her own voice. Colette glared across the table. “Bitch. Lucky ass bitch.” “I’m lucky because he cut me loose?” “Yes you are.” Colette hummed under her breath. “You got under his skin all right. I wouldn’t let my auction item go, not unless I wanted to find out if he came back.” “Yeah, that was what Trenton said on his way out the door.” And it stuck with her. She was waiting for his invitation, almost panting with anticipation. His bike was still in her garage and she savored that fact. Looking forward to the weekend, knowing that they might share another ride. “Okay, guess I am lucky.”
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“Delivery.” Jane reached for the signature pad before she even looked at the express delivery guy. She signed for things all day long but her hand froze as she looked at the box. Her name was neatly written on the label. A quick check found Trenton’s name in the sender column. “More mail?” Jack Randal whistled as he reached for the box frozen in her grasp. Her boss whisked it away from her before she tightened her fingers. His blue eyes scanned the label as his smile faded. His gaze cut back over to her face for a long moment before he handed the box back. “Didn’t know you knew Trenton so well.” She tried to shrug but her boss didn’t look like he was willing to drop the subject. There was a flash of intense interest flickering in his eyes that she’d never witnessed from him before. “We just met at a party.” She cussed silently as the words rolled past her lips. Trenton’s amusement in the hot tub surfaced from her mind along with the knowledge that Jack had been on the guest list last weekend. “That so? Hope you enjoyed yourself.” One dark eyebrow rose ever so slightly as Jack’s voice dipped a fraction. The tone reminded her of Trenton, sending a shiver down her spine. Her fingers tightened on the box as her boss turned and went into his office. Heat flared across her cheeks as she caught one last look from him over his desk. His lips were twitching into a smug smile as he looked her over like he’d never seen her before in his life. His knowledge of just what she’d been up to with Trenton should have horrified her, but what surfaced in her mind as her boss turned his attention to his laptop was the fact that she wasn’t turned on by him. Not even a hint of anticipation warmed her as she faced the fact that he enjoyed the same bedroom games that she did. Colette’s words echoed inside her head as she considered finding another Dom when she got horny in the coming weeks. She wasn’t interested in anyone but Trenton. The box in her hand was heating her pussy up without even a hint as to what was inside. It would be a challenge—she felt it, and that knowledge sent a flush of heat through her. She and Trenton were more alike than not. They both thrived on challenge and dares. The invitation to join him again wouldn’t be dull. She turned and placed it with her purse in the bottom drawer of her desk. Trenton’s name was the same as a label stating “Pandora’s box” on top of the thing. Opening it with Jack Randal’s eyes on her wasn’t an option. But it taunted her from the drawer, making the last few hours of her day drag on endlessly. “You’ll be invited back to my bed… Just be sure you accept my terms…” Trenton’s voice rose from her memory, teasing her with possibilities. “…invited back to my bed…”
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Her nipples tingled. They drew into tight little buttons beneath her bra as the last half hour of the day drove her insane. It was difficult to sit still as her clit throbbed. Her pussy heated up as she forced her fingers to keep away from the box. Would it be tonight? Her body hoped so. Excitement raced through her as she lost the battle to refuse to see Trenton again. She craved it. The urge was so strong it actually frightened her but that wasn’t enough for her to swear off the man. “’Night, Jane.” Jack Randal stopped in front of her desk, his gaze dark with curiosity. Heat spread across her face as his keen eyes inspected her. A flicker of interest touched his eyes momentarily before he turned and walked toward the elevators. The doors slid open and he flashed her a grin before they closed. She spun her chair around and jerked the bottom drawer open. Pulling the box out, she slit the shrink-wrap with her letter opener. Peacock blue tissue paper greeted her as she tugged the whole bundle out of the shipping box. Gently unwrapping the paper, she leaned closer to see what was inside. A tiny gasp escaped her lips as she looked at her gift. Slim and well crafted, the leather collar was premium grade for any pet. Heat flared through her as she fingered the single ring set at the center front of it. Her memory flashed to the moment Trenton had led her off with a leash. It shouldn’t excite her so much. Yet her nipples were painfully hard. Her clit itched for friction and her pussy was already wet, her panties uncomfortable as they stuck to her aroused flesh. A cream sheet of paper lay beneath the collar as well as a garage door remote. Slipping the note free, she read the polished handwriting. Somehow, the personal script made it more intimate, something untouched by a computer. A note written by the hand of her lover. The thought that he’d possibly had to rewrite a copy or two before getting the script neat further endeared it to her heart. I had considered taking you to a fine restaurant for dinner but need to confess that I’m selfish with your attention. I propose an intimate setting in my home. Do you enjoy cooking? I do. What you wear will dictate the tone of the evening. Trenton… PS. Let yourself in. I’ll be waiting. Her eyes flew back to the collar. Strapping it around her neck would certainly cast a light on the night, no doubt. She laughed softly as she recognized the clever way he’d placed the ball in her court. She swept the tissue paper into the trashcan, and pushed the collar into her purse along with the note and remote. Her heels clicked on the floor as she made her way toward the elevator.
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***** Dressing for dinner took consideration. All the dating practice she had didn’t apply to Trenton or to their relationship. What good was perfect matching hosiery when she planned to wear a collar? One item was designed to conform to proper standards while the other was a nosedive into the shadows surrounding lust. The collar was growing on her… It represented a key. The thing that would give her the ability to open the door that she’d always thought was closed. A lightweight dress fit her mood. It was such an opposite of the work wardrobe she’d selected to command respect. The flowing green rayon with thin straps was delicate and even vulnerable. She left her legs bare, with only a lacy pair of panties on. Her puckered nipples showed through the top, but she didn’t reach for a bra to hide their taut points. Pulling a lawn shirt off a hanger, she concealed her aroused nipples with it as she looked at the final piece of her wardrobe. The collar. She fingered it, then lifted it and considered what it would look like against her neck. The mirror reflected it across her throat and excitement surged through her again. Her thin underwear was no match for the arousal heating her pussy. The need to come already nipped at her but she didn’t stroke her clit. Instead, she pressed the stiff leather around her neck, buckling it with trembling fingers. Once secured, she turned the collar so that the ring was center. The only thing missing was the delicate chains that could run down to nipple rings. Pulling her dress down she looked at her bare nipples, trying to envision them pierced. Last week, she would have considered it a fetish. Hearing Trenton’s voice talk about it changed her outlook. Now, it was a sexy idea she toyed with before covering her breasts up. The remote was an interesting counterpoint of the night—a little power in her hand. Being able to let herself in to the exclusive home made the collar easier to don because she wouldn’t have to knock on the door like a call girl. “Boyfriend…lover…Master…” Trenton’s words echoed in her head as she touched up her lipstick. She had a few for him as well. “Lover…companion…pet…” She shivered as she left her room. She couldn’t leave off the title of pet. There was a part of her that longed for it. But she agreed with him on one major point—he wasn’t a dirty secret and neither was she. Maybe Colette had a point—letting the rest of the world define her ideal relationship was a recipe for disappointment.
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Chapter Eight The remote worked flawlessly. The gate slid smoothly back, allowing her to drive up the paved entrance to the house. It looked just as grand as it had the night before. Jane touched the remote again and watched one of the double garage doors open. The garage was set onto the second story of the house because of its construction on the hillside. She caught the scent of dinner in the air as she passed through the laundry room. A long-stemmed rose waited on a table, placed in the middle of the entryway. A candle flickered next to it with another handwritten note. Forgive my lack of personal greeting, but dinner might burn. She smiled at the idea of the smoke alarm shattering the atmosphere. Plucking the rose from its resting place, she placed it beneath her nose for a moment, inhaling its scent. Her lips curved up further as she took a second breath. “You didn’t forget the details…” she whispered against the scented rose. Most men didn’t know that the majority of the roses offered at their local florist lacked fragrance. Once more, Trenton proved his worth as a man who didn’t follow the herd. That made him dangerous. So very hazardous to her independence. Casting a look around the ballroom space where they’d met, she recognized she was just as disruptive to him. A man who turned his house into a nightclub wasn’t used to entanglements either. His guest list alone would read like a playboy’s dream come true. Yet he still left a rose out for her arrival. Sweet, sappy and too classy for words. She was impressed but also surprised by the silly little twist of enjoyment a woman got when someone managed to make her feel special. The scent of dinner drew her attention. A pop and sizzle hit her ears as she found the kitchen. The lights were on but not too bright. Trenton stood before the range with a wok held confidently in one hand. He did enjoy the art of cooking because his expression was relaxed as he flipped the contents up, turning it without applying a spatula. His attention homed in on her instantly, his gaze fastening on her throat. His expression changed. She watched it, fascinated by her ability to affect him. Heat spread across her cheeks as she witnessed him stare at the little collar like a treasured treat. “Welcome.” The moment broke as their dinner spattered and he flipped the contents of the wok again, this time applying the spatula with quick motions of his wrist. “You’re distracting,” he said.
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She moved toward him, then climbed up onto a padded barstool that overlooked the range. His gaze fluttered to her throat once more and she lifted her hand to toy with the ring attached to the collar. “Good.” His lips pressed into a thin line as a crimson flush moved over his face. But the look in his eyes made her shiver. It was full of promise, determination smoldering in the topaz depths. “Behave, Jane, or I might be tempted to put you to bed without dinner.” Tracing the edge of the collar with one finger, she watched his eyes follow the path of her hand. “Behave? Now that’s disappointing, Trenton. I didn’t really think tonight was about behaving.” He chuckled at her and turned the range burner off. No electric model, this was a gas stove with blue flames that rose up from cast iron burners to lick at the underside of the wok. The range held eight of them, and none was small. Just like the rest of the house, the kitchen was set up for entertaining on a large scale. “All depends on your idea of acceptable behavior.” He moved the wok to the counter and filled two waiting plates. Steam rose from the food and her belly rumbled with approval. He picked the plates up and flashed her a grin. “Come on. I’ll feed you, but only because I want you at your sporting best.” “No starving into submission?” He shouldered the door open and held it for her. “Not starved for food. I reserve the right to stoke your other appetites.” Her pulse jumped as she passed him. A flutter from her heart as it accelerated, pumping faster. Hell, even if they spoke different languages, the attraction would have been there. In the way his gaze swept over her, setting off an insane need to touch and be touched. “This way.” He took the stairs in front of them with a plate of food in each hand. Steam rose from them as they made it to the third floor. Memory was instant. She’d never seen the doors that led to the master suite but she recalled the sound of her footsteps on the floor. “You get the door tonight.” Trenton’s voice was hushed, almost like he was hiding his emotions in a dark whisper so that he might observe her. Reaching forward, she grasped the curving iron handles and pushed the doors open. The master bed was still as impressive as the first time she’d seen it, but the sight was overshadowed by the memory of what Trenton looked like among the bedding. Without him, it was merely a thing, and she didn’t crave material assets. She could earn them on her own. It was Trenton she couldn’t replace. He watched her. A low table was waiting for their meal, only a foot off the floor. Very Japanese but also rather intriguing, definitely seductive. A long-fiber area rug was under it along with plump, fat pillows. The candelabra were alight with two more
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candles flickering on the tabletop. A bottle of wine waited along with a salad and other dishes. Trenton placed his creation among the rest of the dinner and offered her a low bow. She answered the formal gesture with a curtsy. “Now, come here.” All formality vanished as his eyes returned to the collar at her throat. His expression turned demanding as he curled a finger at her. “Come to me.” She felt like purring. Trailing a finger along the leather collar, she swept her hand down her neck to the neckline of her top. “As you like.” “Remove your blouse.” His eyes flickered with heat as she complied, stripping the garment off. She raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to give her another command. He lifted a hand and curled a single finger. “Come, my pet.” She took her time. Crossing her steps and letting her hips sway on either side with every step. His attention never wavered, his eyes brightening with arousal as she drew close enough to trail her fingers up the center of his chest. A harsh breath shook his chest as she closed the last step between them, stopping when her nipples brushed against his shirt. She smoothed her fingers over the crisp cotton of his shirt, stopping when she touched his nipples. His eyes narrowed as she rolled their tips between her fingers. “Oh, I like, pet. Possibly too much.” She hesitated and he took advantage of the lapse, capturing her hands in his larger ones. He turned them up, exposing her inner wrists. Leaning down, he scraped his teeth along one, licking the tender skin lightly. Sensation shot up her arm and into her core. He lifted his face and watched the way her face tightened with pleasure. “I enjoy you to the point of addiction.” “Is that so terrible?” she asked. A week ago, she would have thought so also, but tonight, it felt so correct to be standing right where she was, wearing his collar. The excitement swirled around them again. Only tonight she had far more poise. Confidence took the edge off the arousal. What remained was a moment she savored. Lifting her chin, she looked up at the ceiling. Her hair fell down her back as Trenton sucked his breath in on a harsh note. “So tempting.” He lifted her hands up above her head until her arms were straight. Her eyes closed, letting her other senses take over. Every inch of skin became ultrasensitive—the brush of his fingers as he trailed them down her arms, to her shoulders and over her breasts. He paused for a moment on her nipples, toying with the hard tips. But her skirt was still separating their skin, tormenting her with the barrier. “Stay.” He spoke next to her ear, angling his head so that his breath brushed her earlobe. With a final rub over her nipples, he trailed his hands over her ribs to her belly. A shiver ran up to her raised hands as he grazed over her mons. He grasped the fabric of her skirt and pushed it down, baring her body an inch at a time. He pushed it all the way over her hips until it slipped down her legs. She stepped out of it standing confidently in her high heels and thong. 87
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“You belong in candlelight.” He caught her hands and gently guided them down, pushing them behind her back. “Every inch of you was made to be viewed under only the most seductive settings.” “You do those well…the settings.” He chuckled at her comment as his hands left her. Sensation rippled along her limbs as she listened for any tiny hint as to what he was doing. “If I expect devotion from my pet, I should make sure to lavish it.” His breath hit her breasts. Her clit throbbed with need as she felt another warm brush across one nipple. “I’ve thought about tonight since I left your bed on Sunday. Planned it carefully.” She shuddered. Emotion speared through her as she lifted her chin to lock stares with him. He clicked his tongue in reprimand as his fingers threaded through her hair to hold the sides of her face. He captured her lips in a kiss. It was aggressive, his hands holding her head in place as he angled his head to fit their mouths tightly together. The tip of his tongue moved across her lower lip, suggesting she open her mouth for a deeper kiss. Her jaw lowered and his tongue thrust deeply, tangling with her own as she kissed him back. The hands in her hair tightened, pulling their lips apart. Her eyelids fluttered and lifted to show her the glowing need staring out of his eyes. It was hypnotic and edgy too, sending a shaft of need down her nude frame to her clit. The folds of her pussy felt too swollen, pressing too tightly against the sensitive little button. He released her head to stroke his hands down her neck. “Let’s eat.” She growled and he lifted an eyebrow at the emotion-fueled sound. Narrowing her eyes, she bit her lip to retain the harsh comment her needy body wanted to fling at him. Heat licked along her frame, making her edgy. “Great.” He chuckled at her and stepped aside as she turned and sat down on top of one of the plush, oversized pillows. His gaze dropped to her nipples, restoring her good humor. At least the meal wouldn’t be dull. “You’d never make a good submissive.” As he poured out two glasses of wine, he offered her a grin. “You’re far too opinionated to bend simply for the pleasure of yielding.” Her lips twitched in response. “I’m not going to adopt simpering as a mode of operation if that’s what you mean.” Lifting her fork, she popped a cherry tomato into her mouth and stared at Trenton while she chewed. He laughed at her show of defiance. “There are some pets who would rather starve than not eat out of their Master’s hand.” He sipped his wine as his eyes considered her nude breasts. “Not that I’m complaining.” “Good. It wouldn’t get you anywhere.”
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He pointed his fork at her as he chewed. “There. Another example of just why you have the makings of a pet verses a true submissive.” She was suddenly jealous that he was comparing her to other women. Irritated by the logical classification of his bed partners. “Don’t worry, you are unique.” His gaze shifted to her bare breasts momentarily. “I’m mature enough to enjoy a partner the way she is, not bend her until she meets my mold. Although sculpting you into perfection will still be my pleasure, my very personal pleasure.” Her face flooded with heat as he read her emotions so correctly. Her eyelashes fluttered to conceal her uncertainty as her fork fell from her distracted grip. “I like that idea, the sculpting part.” Lifting her lashes, she stared at her companion, rather startled to see him not hiding behind his mask. His lips twitched upward as a sparkle of mischief invaded his stare. “I said, I agree with you. The level of intensity is extremely high between us. I’ve found myself contemplating it quite a lot since meeting you. You are submissive and yet not a true slave.” Spoken ever so logically but still tenderly. Picking her wine glass up, she sipped and enjoyed the smooth taste of the vintage—but not quite as much as the last drink they’d shared. “Why did you turn your house into a club?” He took a sip from his own glass as he contemplated her question. His face went somber as his eyes sharpened. “I got tired of sneaking around. Even gays have more respect than BDSM couples. There isn’t a bar in town that can cater to the Dominant-submissive dating scene without being harassed by the local law because they’re suspected of running a prostitution joint.” He stopped and took another slow taste of his wine. “In many ways, it’s worse than being homosexual. Because I’m honest enough to admit I’m a Dom, relationships instantly become very difficult. More than half the women interested in me are drawn more to my collection of leather in the warm-up room more than my personality.” “Warm-up room?” His eyes narrowed. “Down one level on the club floor. All the kink you could ever imagine and few other odds and ends too.” And he didn’t much care for it—she saw that plain enough on his face. Etched into his face was the fatigue of a man who didn’t want to be known for his things but rather for himself. “I guess I can understand that, but to turn your house into a club is still rather extreme. Especially if you don’t like being expected to use that warm-up room.”
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“I am extreme—that doesn’t require toys. It’s a mindset, an attitude. I am Dominant, even at this moment. Like I told you, that doesn’t mean I’m an asshole. Doms can be caring.” She laughed at him. “Okay, you win that point.” Trenton inclined his head toward her, accepting his victory. “I’m not the only one with a house like this. If I hosted too many parties, in any sort of regular pattern, the drop-ins would begin. Jack has an interesting setup on the lake too. Our gatherings will be moving up there as soon as the heat spell breaks.” “I see.” She knew the house in question, although she’d never suspected what kind of entertaining her boss did. She’d just assumed that it was…well, the normal sort of barbeques. Trenton chuckled and waved a finger back and forth at her. “No, you never even thought beyond the stereotypical party. Don’t worry, most people don’t and we intend to keep it that way.” “How? I mean, people love to talk and I’d think a party at your place would be a hot topic.” “You might recall the doorman.” Trenton was dead serious now. “If you turned out to be a problem, I’d have canceled this week’s informal get together and made sure Colette was taken off the guest lists around the state. Believe me, none of us wants to lose our circles. Unlike the rest of the population, we don’t have anywhere else to go. Any newbie who causes trouble will find him or herself shunned. I only bought this much house because I wanted to use the middle floor for a club. Some men spend their money on sports cars or boats—the entertaining space is my hobby.” “That explains the world-class kitchen.” He grinned at her. “I do enjoy cooking, but there are few submissives who really turn out a meal worthy of a king.” The shift in topic drew her attention back to her nude condition. Trenton’s eyes drifted over her breasts, lingering on her nipples. Setting her wine glass aside, she decided to be bold and shift the power balance. Crawling around the table, she lay out on her belly against the long-haired rug. Her fingers found his thighs, stroking over them. She heard his harsh gasp of surprise. A soft giggle was her reply as her hands reached his crotch and traced the hard outline of his cock. Lying on her belly kept her more sensitive parts away from his hands as she popped the button on his waistband open. “Another thing that some pets do, demand attention.” He lay back against a plump pillow, allowing her hands to work his fly open. Hot and hard, his cock jerked as she applied her fingers to it. A low rumble of appreciation shook his chest as she worked his clothing down to free his entire engorged length. She stroked his cock, teasing the slit on the head for a second.
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When he didn’t command her, she leaned forward to lick that slit, tasting the first drop of cum glistening there. Teasing the ridge of flesh that formed the crown, she licked all the way around it twice before closing her lips over the head. “Hmm…I believe I enjoy this demand, my pet.” He shifted, raising one leg and lowering it on the other side of her shoulder. He had to spread his thighs wide, to avoid the table. Wiggling a little farther toward him, she took more of his length into her mouth, flicking her tongue over the head as her hands worked the remaining portion of his cock in slow strokes. He didn’t touch her, didn’t grasp her hair to influence the speed or depth of her motions. That only made her bolder. Determination flared through her as she relaxed her jaw and took more of his cock into her mouth. Moving her head up and down, she listened for the soft sound of his breath as it increased in pace, betraying his enjoyment. Using her fingers, she stroked faster, working harder to break through his control. A groan or a snarl, she wanted to force some sound through his control. He chuckled at her instead. Frustration made her angry when he captured a handful of her hair to end her motions. When he pulled her away from his cock, disappointment rippled through her and her eyes lifted toward his face. She shivered when she caught the flare of need coming from his eyes. “You are my pet.” His voice was husky and commanding, his hand tightening for one long moment before he released her. He stood up, kicking his pants off as they fell to his ankles. His fingers worked the buttons on his shirtfront, quickly opening the garment. He shrugged out of it and tossed it onto a chair. The orange candlelight bathed his body, flickering over the ridges of muscle and glistening over his wet cock. He gazed at her as he sat on the edge of the bed, his erection sticking up. “Come, Jane.” She crawled out from under the table before even thinking, simply responding to his tone. Her clit begged for attention as she placed her feet on the floor. “Crawl.” She froze with her fingertips on the floor and her feet flat against the cool wood. “You are my pet, crawl to me like the feline you are.” She did and her body held his attention as she weaved like a cat. He reached down and curled a finger through the ring on her collar. He raised her up with gentle strength until she stood between his thighs. “Stroke my cock.” Her fingers instantly sought out the warm male flesh, smoothing over the slick skin as her clit begged for equal treatment. Pleasure drew his face taut and she watched him in fascination. The firm grip on her collar excited her because it was just enough of a taste of his strength to drive her need up another notch.
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His arm clamped around her waist and he rolled her onto the bed. A giggle escaped her lips as their limbs tangled and he rose above her for a moment. But he didn’t remain there. He slipped down her body, pushing her thighs wide. A gasp caught in her throat as she watched him hover over her spread slit, his warm breath teasing her clit. Pleasure twisted through her as his mouth moved closer, his fingers spreading the folds of her pussy away from her clit. Her hips jerked with the first touch. A tender lick over her heated sex. Her hands curled into the bedding as he looked up her body at her face. “Crumbling so soon?” His topaz gaze held her attention as his thumb slipped in and out of her pussy, and then slowly glided toward her clit. “Maybe I should send you back to the harem.” “Your cock sounds a little too hard to send me away just yet.” She muttered the words in the most demure tone she could, smiling at the way his eyes narrowed. But she bit into her lip when he pressed his thumb on top of her clit, rubbing it until her hips bucked toward him with need so acute, there was no playing about it. She craved release from him. He suddenly chuckled at her and removed his thumb. “My cock is hard. You have learned to listen, haven’t you?” It wasn’t truly a question. The tone of his voice was full of approval. Confidence surged through her before she watched him lower his gaze to her clit once more. “Tasting your cream is tempting but it isn’t enough tonight.” He stood up and her eyes ran over his erection, craving it more than anything else. “On all fours, my pet.” She noticed a tremor in his voice that hinted at a straining of his control before she rolled over and assumed his requested position. She felt his gaze on her and shivered with need when he smoothed a hand over her bare bottom. “Now it’s time to fuck.” His voice was hard. Edged with passion as she felt him caress the surface of her raised bottom. He teased her pussy with a finger as her hips ached to push back toward him. “Yes, Master.” He pressed that finger deep into her sheath. A moan rose from her as she ached for his cock. Her hips wiggled because she just couldn’t remain still any longer. “Please, Trenton.” He snarled at her, removing his finger, but his hand curled around one hip, gripping it tightly as he grasped her collar from the back. She gasped at the hold. Her body instantly captive to him, the thin leather around her throat granting him an amazing advantage over her physically. “You’re a proud pet, Jane.” The grip on her collar tightened a tiny fraction as he thrust his cock deep into her body. She cried out as pleasure shot up her spine to where the leather circled her throat. 92
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“So proud, you need to be reminded that I am the only Master who can satisfy you.” He pulled out and slammed back, holding her collar as he pressed several hard strokes into her pussy. “No one will ever satisfy you like I do. They might fuck you, but they won’t drive you to the edge of need like I do.” He was on the edge as well. She heard it in his voice as he fucked her hard, keeping a hand on her collar. She was poised exactly like a bitch, unable to lower her head. But she didn’t care. His cock felt too good inside her, even if she was denied climax because her clit wasn’t being stimulated. His breath was rough as he increased his pace, thrusting hard against her, the bed rocking as he rode her. He growled and suddenly pulled his cock from her, her body twisting with need as he left the bed. But then he flipped her onto her back, pulling her bottom to the edge of the mattress. Her eyes focused on the cock between her thighs as he shoved it back into her pussy. Leaning down across her body, he curled a finger through the ring on her collar. Now every thrust sent his cock along her clit. There was no way to keep all the sensation trapped inside her. She gasped and moaned as her hips lifted for each thrust. “Look at me.” Her eyelids rose instantly. He tugged on her collar as his cock filled her. His eyes blazed with need as she twisted in the first moments of climax, unable to tumble completely into it with out the command. “Come.” She screamed as pleasure wrapped around her. It whipped her, shaking her body without mercy. Her pussy contracted around his cock as she listened to his grunt of release. Everything stopped as the sensation rushed through her, one wave after another. There was no thinking, only feeling as her lover leaned across her, his cock pumping its hot seed deep inside her body. They both ended up in the bed, somehow. Her head pillowed on his shoulder as the candles continued to flicker. Trenton’s fingers playing with her skin or hair as their breathing settled into slow rhythm. “Would you wear the collar on Friday night?” His fingers twisted in her hair as his voice remained husky. “Knowing it was a declaration of a relationship between us?” She shifted but the arm around her waist tightened to keep her against him. His ankles captured one of hers to keep their legs tangled. “It isn’t an easy thing for me to ask.” That sobered her. It should be more complicated. Feeling so immersed in another human being should take hours of contemplation, but the truth was, it didn’t. The feelings sprouted from places she’d never noticed she could feel and there was no talking herself out of it. Fear and uncertainty shook her as she tried to decide just where her wild emotions were leading her.
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“Stop thinking so hard. Believe me, I’ve tried it.” “Well at least we have that in common.” He chuckled and she laughed with him, enjoying the moment as his hands smoothed over her hip and shoulder. “I’d like you to wear it. In fact, I’d love to see you walk into my home with a sign around your throat. I’ve become possessive of you. I want every Dom to know you chose me.” She shivered and he rolled over, pinning her to the bed. He caught her chin and held it steady as he locked stares with her. “Think about it. Very hard, Jane. I want to be so many things to you and every one of them is possessive.” He pressed a kiss against her mouth, hard and overwhelming. He pulled her chin down so that his tongue could spear into her mouth. Her brain discarded the idea of any more thinking as her thighs grasped her lover’s hips and she felt the head of his cock drive into her body again. His strokes were deep and slow, the bed gently rocking as he thrust into her body. The passion built slowly, burning hot as they moved together, straining toward another explosion of rapture. He caught the ring on the front of her collar, holding her as his cock erupted, pleasure shaking her as his hot seed seeped into her womb. “Be mine, Jane, mine.” His words echoed through her tired brain as the last climax dragged her down into sated slumber. Her lover rolled off her and tugged her into his embrace. It was perfection in every way so there was no reason to think, only feel. The collar sat so comfortably on her neck. Wear it? She dreaded taking it off.
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Chapter Nine “Going by Trenton’s tonight?” Jane controlled her surprise as her boss dropped his question lightly on her unsuspecting head. She recognized the same testing tone Trenton used. For that matter, Shamus turned it on as well when the man was in the mood to dig for information. Turning her eyes away from her computer, she stared Jack Randal in the eye. Trenton was right about one thing—he was worth her honesty. “Sounds like fun.” It was a noncommittal answer and she enjoyed the quick flash of frustration that lit Jack’s eyes. He pressed his lips into a firm line. “I’m thinking about it myself.” The fact that he didn’t confirm or deny his own intentions made her smile. Just a small curving of her lips that gained another flicker of interest from the man she’d called boss for five years. Today, she was meeting a hidden side of him. But she wasn’t uncomfortable with it. She stared right into his blue gaze without a flutter or flinch. “It can be a small world sometimes.” Jack Randal offered her a grin before he moved toward the elevator. She waited for relief to show up, but it didn’t and that surprised her. Sure, she wanted her independence, but she suddenly understood that if her boss had been a jerk and fired her over her sexual preferences, then he was just a jerk and she was better off without him. It was her choice. Pushing her chair back, she rose and shouldered her purse and headed home. Her heels clicked as she hurried because she had a party to dress for.
***** The doorman was back. Jane had to use the front door because the driveway was already crowded with cars, making it impossible to get into the garage. He didn’t question her attendance tonight. With a face that was impossible to read, he opened the door with a practiced motion. Far more attention greeted her tonight. A knot of tension tightened between her shoulder blades as she moved through the open floor plan. She felt his eyes on her before she found him, that prickling along the back of her neck. Her throat felt bare without the collar and she was suddenly very conscious of the fact that he saw her without it.
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He moved toward her, letting her see his displeasure as his gaze roamed over her neck. Shaking her hair back, she aimed a confident look right back at him. One golden eyebrow rose in response. “Are you sure, Jane? I’m disappointed.” “You shouldn’t judge the book by the cover.” She offered him a smile. “I thought the sub was allowed to show her affection however she chooses.” He pulled her around the corner as frustration flickered across his face. They faced the stairs but the buzz from the party still filled the air. “I can’t wait to see it.” He stroked her bare throat with a fingertip, sending a bolt of sensation down her spine. Her nipples drew taut instantly and for him. His gaze lowered to her chest, noticing the evidence of her response to him. “I was thinking some place a little more private for the unveiling.” He turned and clasped her hand in his. His grip was tight, betraying how much emotion the moment was stirring up in him. She didn’t feel guilt about it though, the moment was emotional for her as well. He tugged her around a corner and down a hallway to a room that was set back from the rest of the house. Like an office or maid’s quarters. Set well back from the rest of the dwelling. He opened the door and pulled her through it. “This is the warm-up room.” His tone was low and hard but her eyes were glued to the contents of the room. It was a Dominant’s dream. Manacles hung from the walls and there was an honest-togoodness weapons rack running the entire length of one wall. Whips, paddles, in a host of materials, were hung neatly on it. Her gaze wandered over it, unable to identify some of the studded implements. There was a pole running down the center of the room and chains hung from the top. As she investigated it, her eyes touched on the hooks sticking up out of the floor. A hard grip captured her right wrist. Trenton actually pulled her forward toward the pole with only one hand. A second later a manacle was holding her chained. “This room is a reflection of a time when I thought physical contact was enough.” His hand snaked out to grab her other hand. “I didn’t bring you here after your auction because we connected so much deeper than just this sort of game.” “You’re right.” She spoke softly. Trenton pegged her with hard eyes before leaning in toward her. His hand traced her jaw, sending soft flutters of delight across her skin. “How am I right?” Hope brightened his eyes as he slid his hand up her bound arms. While the manacles were sort of the standard in BDSM relationships, she realized that she far preferred the touch of his hands. “Since you seem to have locked me up, you’ll have to take over the chore of unveiling.”
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Trenton backed up a half step. Her words were tempting him—she watched it light his eyes up as his expression lost its harsh look. “You’ll just have to unwrap your surprise,” she teased. One eyebrow rose. He traced the front of her top with a finger, running down between her breasts. “Really? I have to confess that I like the sound of that idea, even if you’re being far too commanding for a true sub.” “You’re judging the book by the cover again.” His gaze rose to her face and she pressed her lips into a small moue to blow a kiss toward him. “Go on, Trenton, see what you find. It might please you, Master.” Dark need coated his face as hunger brightened his eyes. Waiting for him to open the first button on her top felt like a small eternity. She could have sworn that she heard the button moving through the fabric. Trenton’s eyes were focused on his fingers as he freed one and then another button. He paused when he separated the last one, trailing his finger up between the open edges of her blouse. The skin-on-skin contact made her shiver as he cupped her chin and locked gazes with her. There was a hint of vulnerability in his eyes that hit her in her heart. Just a tiny moment where she witnessed how much her actions affected him. It was tender and intimate and exactly what the little girl inside her had always dreamed of finding in a man. It was the tie that love was built on. “Go on.” He chuckled at her words. “Maybe you need a few lessons in here after all, my pet.” She laughed softly. “As you wish.” Her voice wasn’t demure—it was sweetly sassy. His finger began a slow slide down to the center of her chest. He hooked the thin cotton of her top and swept it aside to expose one breast. A harsh rasp of his breath filled the room as he quickly bared the opposite globe. “Sweet Jane… Sweet…sweet…girl.” He raised his eyes from her newly pierced nipples to her face. “I never expected such a gift.” His voice was thick with emotion as he spread his fingers out on her breasts, sending delight through the sensitive globes while making sure to leave the bars running through her nipples untouched. “But you’re worth it.” She watched him raise his eyes back to her face. “But you need to set me free. A true pet doesn’t have to be tied up.” “So true.” Enjoyment brightened his face as he reached up and unlocked the manacles. She rose onto her toes to press a light kiss against his mouth before stepping away from the pole. Sweeping the room with her eyes, she looked back at Trenton and very deliberately shrugged her open blouse over her shoulders. The garment fell to the floor and she left it there. “I don’t know, Trenton, I’m beginning to feel very much like I do belong here.” She offered him a smile. “With you, that is.” He caught her hair in one hand. “You don’t belong here, in this room because I love you.” The hand in her hair tightened as he leaned down next to her ear. “Go upstairs
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and wait for me or leave, but don’t ever come back to this room. I want you to be my wife, my lover, but not my kink flavor of the month.” She was free a second later. One hard rasp of his voice betrayed how much the moment meant to him. She got only a glimpse of his face before he turned and crossed the room to the door. He pulled it open and rejoined the party. Casting a long glance around the room, she made sure to look at all the trappings of a perfect Dom. The whips and paddles, the silk rope, gags and dildos. Everything she’d ever found on web pages that had ultimately led her to Trenton. But she wanted so much more. The world might think she was standing in the middle of her fetish perfection, but the truth was it was above her, the master suite where Trenton unleashed her needs while feeding her cravings, but more importantly, where he became her friend. This room, with its leather scent and metal studs, wasn’t anything more than a fabrication. It lacked intimacy. Love wasn’t even a topic of conversation here. But it was upstairs. She reached for the door and slid out of the room without a glance back. She left her blouse lying on the floor as she walked slowly through the hallway and into the entertainment area. She glided through the guests on slow steps, making sure Trenton saw her moving among his friends with her nipples pierced. She stopped at the small room that served as a coat rack and reached into her purse for her collar. Turning around she fastened it around her neck as she headed toward the stairs. She didn’t hit the light switch. The gauze curtains waved in the night breeze as she moved toward the single candle burning in the center of the room. Picking up the thin candle lying alongside it, she lit its wick before moving toward the first set of candelabra. Her feet made only a little padding noise on the wood floor as she brought the room to life with the flicker of candlelight. Only a faint buzz drifted in the open windows from the party below. She didn’t care. Her evening was here among the trappings of the Master. She wanted it to be perfect for his arrival. Blowing out the candle, she didn’t bother to return to the center table. Setting it down on a sideboard, she reached for the zipper running down the back of her skirt. It slithered down her bare legs, forming a puddle on the floor. Combing her fingers through her hair, she turned to approach the bed. Stretching out on it, she closed her eyes, enjoying the ceiling fan as it blew air across her bare skin. She heard him before he moved close enough for her to see. “It took you long enough, my pet.” His gaze roamed over her nude frame. She opened her eyes, enjoying the way his eyes touched her hard nipples with their new bars. Set crosswise, they had small round balls on either end. They had to stay in for two weeks before she might change them for anything more ornate. “I can’t believe you did that for me.” His voice was heavy with emotion. Sitting up, she stroked her fingers along his jaw line. “I did it for us.”
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“I’m falling in love with you.” Cupping the sides of his face with her hands, she smoothed the lines around his eyes. “I hope so because I’d hate to be in love with you alone.” She cooed the words as she pressed a kiss against his mouth. His arms wrapped around her as he rolled her beneath him, his lips taking command of the kiss. The candles flickered as the night drew on, each touch flowing as smoothly as the gauze draperies. All Jane knew was that she had found perfection. “But don’t think that I’ll let you out-ride me tomorrow morning, just because I’m sweet on you,” she said. He chuckled at her, but his eyes brightened with the promise of a challenge. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
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