One taste of everything she ever wanted…how can she walk away? Paolo’s Playhouse, Book 4 Julianne’s the epitome of a successful businesswoman. But where her boardroom reality is full of decisions, her bedroom fantasy is the exact opposite—allowing a lover who knows what he’s doing to strip her of the need to make any decisions at all. When she reads an ad for Paolo’s Playhouse, her long-ignored need twists inside her, too sharp to ignore. Trembling, she picks up the phone, and Paolo’s charm, lyrical accent and empathy soothe her fear just enough to agree to be the Playhouse’s bondage toy. One look at Paolo the following night, and she wishes she’d struck a different bargain. To be his alone. Paolo can’t take his eyes off the brave and beautiful woman with hair like the fire he sees in her soul. Her sexual need to be bound matches his own powerful need to be the one to bind her. Tonight and always. Except Julianne agreed to only one perfect night. Now he must convince her it could be the first night of many for them—if only she will trust him. Warning: Features a sexy Italian whose lyrical voice can charm or command, whose sensual hands can stroke or spank. Stop by the Playhouse and live out your fantasies!
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Dedication
To my family and friends, I couldn’t do what I do without you.
Chapter One
Paolo’s Playhouse. A new playground for consenting adults. Playrooms for every interest or desire. Bring your own plaything or we can provide one for you. We’ll help your fantasies come to life. Inquiries, phone… The newspaper in Julianne’s hands rattled and she dropped it to the table as if it had burned her trembling fingers. The discreet ad at the bottom of the page grabbed her attention and wouldn’t let her go. Her heart raced and her nipples prickled. Words seemed to flash before her eyes. Playhouse. Plaything. Fantasies. She flipped the paper over and pushed away from the table. The marinated chicken breast and tossed salad sat, uneaten, in front of her. She didn’t feel like dinner any longer, didn’t even want the Chardonnay she’d poured to try to relax. The jumbled nerves in her stomach left no room for food. But the words kept running through her mind. Playhouse. Plaything. Fantasies. Sure, she had fantasies. Who didn’t? Leather cuffs and silky ropes, sweaty skin and long-fingered masculine hands were the images that danced behind her closed eyes each night when she used her trusty vibrator. Sometimes she thought her fantasies were the only things that kept her sane. But that didn’t mean she’d ever try to act them out in real life. Not again. Julianne paced her apartment, restlessness buzzing through her system like an itch she couldn’t scratch. What was wrong with her? She didn’t have time to
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think about her sexual fantasies now. She had work to do. Work was what kept her sane. Work. Not fantasies. She took refuge in the spare bedroom she’d converted into her workshop. Usually she felt happy there, but tonight the room seemed smaller, darker. The air was stale and stagnant. Still, she flipped through sample after sample, searching for the perfect drapery fabric for her current project. Nothing seemed right tonight. Everything felt flat, boring. But she couldn’t admit that work wasn’t enough anymore. What would she have then? She finally found a beautiful gold-and-green brocade that would be ideal for the draperies in the Olsons’ new dining room. And she had the perfect drapery ties to go with it. She’d gotten them on sale months ago, waiting for the right project. She opened the cabinet drawer and pulled out a length of braided cord. Her breath caught as she ran the silky gold cord through her fingers. Slowly, without even realizing it, she wrapped it around her wrist, once, twice, and pulled tight. She stared at the dark gold cord wrapped around her pale skin as if wondering where it had come from. She tugged it again. Illicit thrills shivered over her skin, prickling her nipples and sending her sex throbbing. We’ll help your fantasies come to life. Bondage. She could admit to herself that being tied up during sex had always been her secret fantasy, but could she admit it to someone else? She’d tried once, with a guy she thought she could trust. She’d gathered up all her nerve and timidly asked him to tie her wrists to the headboard before they had sex. Bill had recoiled in shock, horrified that she would think he’d ever want to abuse a woman in that way. He’d stared at her as if there were something wrong with her and had refused to listen as she’d tried to explain about fantasies and consensual kink.
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She’d never mentioned it again to another soul. In fact, she’d buried it so deep she’d thought it had been forgotten, but the emotional scars from that disaster had probably colored every lousy relationship she’d had since then. She’d never again dared ask for what she wanted in the bedroom. Never dared believe she could actually experience real bondage, even once. She’d resigned herself to a boring sex life and inventive fantasies of her own making. Somehow Julianne found herself back at the kitchen table, the cord still wrapped tightly around her wrist. She flipped the paper back over and read the words again. Could this be her chance to live out her fantasy? She grabbed the glass of wine still sitting on the table and drank in down in several long gulps. Then before she could think twice, she snatched up her phone and punched in the number. “This is Paolo’s Playhouse. How may I help you?” The warm male voice and its lyrical accent—Spanish? Italian? Greek?— nearly melted her into a puddle on her kitchen floor. She couldn’t seem to speak as she imagined a dark, exotic man at the other end of the line. One of her favorite fantasy images, strong masculine hands holding her wrists, sprang to her mind. She knew her fantasy lovers from now on would speak with this incredible voice. “Hello? Is someone there?” “Yes.” Her voice cracked and she had to swallow before she could speak again. “Yes, I’m here.” “Wonderful. How may I help you?” Her knees began to shake and she sank into the chair. “I…I saw your ad.” She swallowed again. She was an intelligent businesswoman, why could she not form a coherent sentence?
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“And do you perhaps have a fantasy I could help you with?” If he was half as sexy as his voice, he could help her with anything. She nearly let a nervous giggle slip out, but this suddenly seemed too important to joke about. “Bondage.” It was harder than she thought it would be to say it out loud. “Ah, of course. And do you prefer the caress of the ropes or the weight of the chains?” She shivered and rubbed the cord still hugging her wrist, pulled it tighter and felt the answering tug in her core. “Um, ropes. I think.” There was silence on the other end of the line. What was wrong? Surely he couldn’t be shocked like her old boyfriend had been. “What is your name?” he asked after a moment. “Julianne.” “I heard some hesitation in your voice. Tell me, Julianne. Have you ever been bound before?” The words finally burst from her lips, the admission she’d not allowed herself to say for so long. “No. That’s why I’m calling. I want to know what it’s like. I think I need to know.” “Are you certain?” he asked softly. “Do you really want to allow another person to bind your body? To take away all your control?” His voice became even softer, almost seductive in tone. “Do you want to allow him to enjoy your body in any way he desires and in return, bring you to an intense level of satisfaction you have perhaps never been able to attain before?” As he spoke, her body pulsed with awareness. He summed up her feelings perfectly. His sensual words conjured up the desperate need that had been buried deep within her. “Yes. Exactly.” Tears sprang to her eyes. “Can you help me?”
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“Of course. That is why we are here. Will you be bringing your partner with you?” “No. I don’t have anyone.” That sounded pathetic. “I mean, I don’t have anyone I want to…you know, tie me up and take me.” There was that silence again. “Is that a problem? The ad said—” “No, of course it is no problem. I simply want to be certain to match you with the right person.” “Oh, I didn’t think about that.” She hadn’t really given a thought to the other half of the equation. To the person who would be tying her up. She’d been too focused on her own needs. “Of course, you have to match me up with someone who wants to…um…who wants to…” “Who wants to tie up a willing woman,” he completed. There was a touch of amusement in his voice and Julianne had the sudden wish to see his smile. “You are in luck. There will be someone here tomorrow night who has need of a bondage toy.” Bondage toy? She shivered. “Can you come tomorrow night at seven?” “Tomorrow?” So soon? But would putting it off be any better? “Yes. All right. Tomorrow.” He went on to explain things like contracts and membership fees, but Julianne could only think about the fact that she was going to be one of the playthings that Paolo’s Playhouse provided for their members. Oh God. “I’ll look forward to seeing you tomorrow night, Julianne,” he said and the warmth in his voice made her believe he meant it. She found herself looking forward to it too.
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She was worthless at work the next day, unable to concentrate on anything but her plans for the night. She managed to meet with the Olsons and get their approval for the drapery fabric, and then help them decide on a wall color to complement the material, but her mind was only halfway on the project. She made sure she wrote everything down because she was certain she wouldn’t be able to remember a single detail tomorrow. When the time came, she almost didn’t make the drive out to the former warehouse that sat on the outskirts of town. Almost convinced herself that fantasies weren’t meant to be lived out. The part of her that had been hurt by Bill whispered that she’d most likely be disappointed and it wasn’t like she wanted to do it more than once anyway. Why do it at all? In the end, though, she knew she’d regret it if she talked herself out of going tonight. Now that her secret desire had been uncovered, she doubted it would be buried so easily again. Her hands were shaking as she pulled her car into the well-lit parking lot. She’d had dinner at one of the restaurants on the first floor of the converted warehouse a few months ago. Had the Playhouse been fulfilling fantasies even then? Her steps clicked on the concrete, but the ride up in the elevator was silent. The doors opened onto a surprisingly plush waiting room. It was empty when she entered. The room was decorated in lush colors, burgundy, gold, emerald green, sapphire blue. As an interior decorator, she could appreciate the luxurious ambience. As an anxious plaything, she could care less if the chairs were comfortable or if the amazing art on the walls were originals as they appeared to be. She paced the soft carpet and let her imagination run wild. Was she crazy to give her body over to a complete stranger? What kind of man would he be? How
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could she trust him not to hurt her? What if she didn’t like being tied up? What if giving total control to someone else was frightening? How could she be so stupid as to put herself in this position? She was about to turn tail and run when the ornately carved wooden door opened and a man stepped into the room. He was so beautiful, she nearly sighed. Black hair fell in waves around his face. Long dark lashes framed electric-blue eyes. His seductive smile sent shivers across her skin. He held out his hand to her. “I am Paolo. Welcome. You must be Julianne.” Her breath caught in her throat. That voice. Once again, he rendered her speechless. Her hand shook slightly, but he simply clasped it between his two large, warm ones and didn’t comment on her visible nerves. She’d dreamed about him last night. In the sensual world of her dreams, she’d been unable to see, unable to move, but she knew he was there with her. He’d seduced her in the darkness with his magical voice, with his seeking lips. His skilled hands had roamed over her naked body, arousing her to a fevered peak. His long fingers had cuffed her wrists, his hard body had pinned her to the mattress. All the while he’d continued to speak to her in words she didn’t even understand, yet his voice aroused her as much as his hands and body did. She’d awakened hours before dawn, sweaty and aching with need. Yearning to feel his touch again and longing to hear his voice. Now his gaze ran over her body. She swore she could feel the heat from his eyes searing her skin. Tingles of arousal skittered across her skin and burst through her body. Her doubts disappeared. This was what she wanted. She was so tired of feeling nothing. Of going through the motions. Feeling numb. Feeling bored. She wasn’t bored now.
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He made no secret of checking out the merchandise, so to speak. She’d agonized over what to wear, even though she knew she’d be stripping it off. She hoped the snug, white V-neck sweater, tight black skirt and four-inch heels met with his approval. Her nipples tightened as he homed in on her unbound breasts. Her sex softened as his gaze met hers. He smiled. “You are lovely,” he said. “Come. We’ll talk for a few minutes and if everything is satisfactory, I will prepare you.” Prepare me? He led her into a small office decorated in the same rich colors as the waiting area. A large mahogany desk took up most of the space, along with a couple of chairs and more incredible artwork on the walls. He held out one of the chairs for her to sit in and then took his seat behind the desk. They chatted for a few minutes, about the weather and the city and what she did for a living. The light small talk was probably meant to put her at ease but it had the opposite effect. Listening to his sensual voice was like sex for her ears. She got wet just listening to him explain that safety was the foremost consideration at the Playhouse. “You’re Italian?” she asked out of the blue. She didn’t want to think about why she might need to be kept safe. “Yes. I came to this country with my parents when I was fifteen.” “A tough age.” Her parents had divorced when she was fifteen. He shrugged. “I survived.” Their gazes caught. Held. A shiver of awareness ran through her body. He cleared his throat. “Julianne. I’m so glad you have come tonight. You said this will be your first experience with bondage?” They had to talk about it some more? It had been hard enough admitting her secret fantasy over the phone, but to discuss it face-to-face with this gorgeous
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man? She swallowed. Wasn’t that what she was here for? She met his solid gaze and nodded. “I have to ask why you want to entrust your first experience to a stranger.” “Who better than a stranger? I just want to try it once. To see what it’s like. It’s not as if I’m looking for a relationship that involves bondage…or…or slavery…or anything like that.” Oh God, she was babbling. She felt her face grow red and that angered her more than his prying question. “Isn’t this the place to act out our fantasies?” “Of course. I was merely making an inquiry.” His calm tone may have been intended to smooth her ruffled feathers, but it just raised her anger further. And moistened her lace thong. “Most women would prefer to give up control to someone they know and trust.” “Yeah, well, I haven’t found anyone willing to do that. That’s why I’m here.” A chill ran over the back of her neck. “I thought you said I’d be safe here.” “Of course you will. All the games in the Playhouse are completely consensual. That is why we do not allow gags here. You can stop the play at any time.” “And I can trust…him…to stop if I don’t like what he’s doing?” “You have my guarantee. The one who will be playing with you tonight is completely trustworthy.” Playing with me. Her pussy clenched. She wouldn’t think about whom that would be. It didn’t matter. Not really. She cleared her throat. “Okay.” “Bondage is about control, of course. You realize you will be giving up all control over your body? Your…Master, for want of a better word, will have total control. You understand this?” She nodded again. She’d been thinking about it all day. “I own my own business and make dozens of decisions every day. My sexual partners in the
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past, while I’m sure they thought they were doing me a favor, expected me to direct our sexual encounters too.” She took a deep breath and let it out on a shaky sigh. “Sometimes…sometimes I don’t want to think. I just want to feel. Does that make sense?” “Perfect sense.” She didn’t tell him she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to do it, wouldn’t be able to give up all that control he was talking about. Her mental discipline was stronger than her physical control. She’d never been able to give up a scrap of self-control. Never even had an orgasm except by her own hand. She glanced down at the long-fingered hands resting on the desk in front of her. She shivered as she wondered how they would feel skimming over her skin. Or closing around her wrists. She silently sighed as she reminded herself that she’d never know. Someone else’s hands would be on her tonight. “Very well, Julianne. If all is agreed, and you have no further questions, then I will escort you to your room.” She followed him out of his office, admiring his firm ass as he walked ahead of her. What she wouldn’t give to be his plaything tonight. She trusted him. She wanted him. Oh how she wished he wasn’t going to hand her over to someone else tonight. She had a fleeting urge to drop to her knees and beg him to be the one, but she knew she wouldn’t. She had more control than that. He led her down a long hall. The walls were a rich gold, the floor covered in dark brown carpeting. She didn’t bother to count the number of closed doors they passed, but there were quite a few. Were they all occupied by other people longing to act out a secret fantasy? What other desires were lived out behind all these doors?
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They stopped in front of the last door on the left and Paolo turned to her. His clean scent invaded her senses. She stepped away before she could lean in to him. “Second thoughts?” he asked, his expression serious. “No.” He placed his hand on the doorknob but didn’t turn it. He held her gaze and his expression softened. “The man who will be with you tonight wants his plaything to be blindfolded as well as bound. Do you agree?” Blindfolded would be better, wouldn’t it? She could pretend it was Paolo’s eyes burning her naked flesh, his strong hands touching her intimately. She swallowed. “Yes. It’s…it’s what I want too.” He smiled and a tickle shot straight between her legs. “Good.” He opened the door and gestured for her to precede him into the room. She wasn’t sure what she expected, but this wasn’t it. The room wasn’t filled with huge bondage apparatus like she’d seen on the internet. No large wooden cross. No cages or benches of any kind. The only furniture was a sofa sitting along the back wall. And a chair placed in the center of the room. Classical music played softly through hidden speakers. She was frozen in place as she watched Paolo gracefully cross the room. The room wasn’t dark and gray like a dungeon, but had cream-colored walls, a perfect backdrop for the many lengths of rope and chains hanging from rows of hooks. There were whips and floggers hanging there too. Rings in the ceiling and floor. On the walls. She silently watched him lift some white rope from a hook on the wall. He turned to look at her. She hadn’t moved from the doorway. “Please close the door and remove your clothes.” Panic shot through her veins. “Now?” He frowned. “Yes. Now.”
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The door slammed shut as she leaned back against it. Her heart thudded beneath her ribs. She’d imagined so often the being-naked part, the alreadybeing-tied-up part. Why was this step so hard to take? She realized it was probably because she had to do this part herself. She still had her control. He was making her prove to him that this was her choice. “Julianne?” He still stood by the wall, running a length of rope through his fingers. He wasn’t smiling now. “Yeah, okay.” She pushed away from the door and started toward him. He straightened his shoulders and stared at her. She realized that for the moment, she had Paolo’s full attention. She slowed her steps as she crossed the room, swayed her hips as much as she dared. She still had a choice, still had control. He might soon be leaving her to someone else, but she had him right here, right now. She could tear her clothes off quickly, or she could slowly strip. For him. She ran her tongue nervously over her lips and gradually lowered the side zipper on her skirt. The skirt slid down, revealing her navel before it stopped at the top of her panties. His gaze followed the drop of her skirt then jumped up to meet hers when the skirt didn’t fall any farther. She should have worn more layers. This was going to happen way too fast. She held his heated gaze as she grasped the bottom of her sweater with both hands and, little by little, raised it until her breasts sprang free. Did he just choke back a moan? She hid a smile as she kept going, slowly raising her arms until the sweater was over her head. Then she pulled her arms free and tossed the top away. Her heart was racing as she took another step closer to Paolo. He hadn’t moved. His hands still gripped the rope. She shimmied her hips as she lowered
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the skirt. It slid quickly down her legs and she stepped out of it. One step closer and he was within her reach. Now to get out of these shoes. She put her hand on his firm shoulder for support. She could feel the heat of his body through the white button-down shirt. She raised her foot so she could reach the strap. “Leave the shoes.” His voice sounded a lot rougher than it had a few minutes ago. She slowly lowered her foot and reluctantly dropped her hand from his shoulder. “Okay.” She stood before him, waiting. He appeared to be waiting too. For what, she didn’t know. He swallowed and frowned. His gaze flicked down to her hips and back up again. “That scrap of lace, Julianne.” “Oh, right.” She hoped she sounded nonchalant, but her hands trembled again. She hooked her thumbs in the sides of the damp black thong and slid it over her hips. She let the panties drop to the floor and kicked them away. Now she stood before him, completely naked except for her shoes. She could smell the musky scent of her arousal. Could he sense it too? “You like to play games.” He grasped her wrist and roughly pulled her over to the chair. “You can’t even follow a simple command without making it a game.” Didn’t he realize it was a last-ditch attempt to try to maintain some kind of control? “But this is a playroom, isn’t it?” she retorted. “Isn’t that what you called it in your advertisement?” He stared at her for a moment and then shook his head. “Perhaps I was too hasty in forbidding gags.” She gasped, but then saw the amusement in his eyes. “Sit down,” he commanded.
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This was it. He released her wrist and she dropped onto the hard seat of the chair. The surface was cold against her bare skin. It didn’t look like a piece of bondage equipment at all. It was more like a chair she’d see at someone’s kitchen table. Armless, wooden, slats across the back and between the four legs. Paolo knelt down beside her. The rope in his hand brushed against her leg. He was so close to her that she could feel his warm breath on her face. Suddenly she didn’t want to watch what he was going to do. Even though she loved looking into his beautiful face, she turned her head away. Maybe he’d blindfold her first. But he gently cupped her chin in his hand and brought her face around to meet his gaze. “Are you all right?” he asked. She could drown in those blue eyes. She swallowed. “I’m fine.” “Have you changed your mind?” “No!” He narrowed his eyes, as if he didn’t believe her. “I’m just a bit nervous,” she admitted. “I don’t know what to expect.” “The rest is easy, Julianne,” he said softly. He released his hold on her chin and dropped his hand to her arm. He ran his fingers along her skin until he reached her wrist. Delightful shivers followed his path. He began to wind soft rope around her wrist. “From now on you only have to do as you’re told.” He pulled her arm behind the chair and wrapped the rope around one of the posts. “From now on you only have to feel.” His hard body pressed into hers as he reached for her other wrist and bound it behind the chair in the same way. She took a deep breath and let it out on a shaky sigh. She took in his clean scent, like soap and fresh air. Just when she thought maybe she could relax, he placed his hands on her knees. He smiled as
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he slid his hands up the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. Her pussy clenched even though he didn’t get quite close enough to touch her there. Then he firmly pushed her legs apart. She watched a wavy lock of his silky hair fall over his forehead when he leaned over to tie her ankles to the outside of the chair legs. Her thighs were spread wide, open to the air and to Paolo’s dark gaze. He didn’t stare for long, though. Without a word, he stood and turned away from her, crossing the room and opening a drawer in a cabinet she hadn’t noticed before. What kind of bondage gear was held in those drawers? He turned back to her with a blindfold in his hands. He stared at her for a moment from across the room, and if the bulge in his black trousers was any clue, he was as aroused as she was. She squirmed in the seat from the sight of him standing there, fully clothed, while she was as exposed as she could be. Helpless, really, waiting to be blindfolded as well. She’d never been so aroused in her life. Yet she was disappointed that as soon as he made her helplessness complete, he would be leaving her to someone else. “Do all your clients get such personal attention from the owner?” She didn’t expect the question to sound so sarcastic. She was more on edge than she thought. He shook his head and approached quickly, turning the blindfold over and over in his hands. He knelt down beside her again and leaned forward to place the blindfold over her head. She tried to memorize his face, as much as she could in that brief moment when she feared she’d never see him again. Did she dare think he was caressing her with his gaze for the same reason?
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“Easy,” he murmured. Complete darkness enveloped her. As if he was aware of the quick burst of panic that would shoot through her system, he brushed his cheek against hers and softly kissed her neck. “I think you are very brave,” he told her, his breath soft against her ear. He touched her cheek and she couldn’t stop from leaning in to his hand. It was exactly like her dream, when his voice and touch had aroused her in the darkness. “Remember,” he continued, “if you want to stop the play at anytime, just say so and it will end.” “Do I need a…a safe word?” she asked. He pressed a finger to her lips. “A simple ‘stop’ is all that will be necessary.” Then he moved away. His voice was louder then as he said, “You need to remember from now on to keep your mouth closed unless you’re commanded to open it. Most likely for something other than speaking.” He didn’t say anything more, but she didn’t hear him move away. She felt so alone in the quiet darkness. “What do I do now?” she couldn’t help but ask. “Now you wait for your Master.”
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She heard his footsteps move away from her and then the door opened. And then it closed with a quiet click. She was left alone, tied to a chair in the middle of a playroom, offering her body for someone else’s enjoyment. And hopefully her own. This was what she’d wanted, wasn’t it? An anonymous, erotic encounter. A one-time experience with bondage. She was there to live out her deepest fantasy. It didn’t matter with whom. At least it hadn’t before. She pushed the image of deep blue eyes and dark wavy hair out of her mind and concentrated on the sensations of the moment. She was tied tight, yet it wasn’t uncomfortable, at least not yet. She felt vulnerable, helpless. And so aroused she could feel moisture trickling from her core. The air felt different now, softer, almost like the drag of fingers over her skin. She could barely hear the soft music over the blood pulsing though her veins. Her nipples beaded with anticipation. Her heart skipped in her chest. Her pussy clenched. And she waited. And waited. She discovered she didn’t like to wait. She was used to taking matters into her own hands, whether it was a decorating job or her own satisfaction. But to wait for the unknown. To anticipate the best. To agonize about the worst. She didn’t like it one bit.
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There wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it, and perhaps that was the lesson she was supposed to learn. Let go. Don’t worry. Wait and see. Everything was out of her control anyway. She was here to be someone’s plaything. Someone who would be coming to this room to play out his fantasy as well. She had to remember that. As she sat there and waited, her heartbeat slowed to something close to normal. She relaxed into the chair and closed her eyes. Let go. Don’t worry. Wait and see. The words repeated in her head. She might have even dozed off in the darkness that surrounded her. Then she heard the click of the door opening. The door closing. Footsteps nearing. Her poor heart kicked up into high gear again. She straightened as best she could, sitting tall and proud. She wanted to please whoever it was Paolo had entrusted her to tonight. She licked her lips and attempted a shaky smile. He hadn’t said a word. Hadn’t moved since the footsteps stopped. He wore some exotic scent that tickled her nostrils. Who was he? What did he look like? Why didn’t he have his own bondage toy to play with? Was he someone like her, someone who hadn’t been able to find a willing partner? He was so quiet. He had to have been looking her over. Checking her out. Perhaps he was trying to decide what the first thing was he was going to do to her. Oh God, what was he going to do to her? Her breathing began to come faster, harder. Panic scrambled in her chest. Maybe she couldn’t do this after all. “Shh.” He brushed his hand gently down her cheek, through her hair, across her shoulder. And then again. “Shhh.” The soft strokes calmed her and she felt foolish for panicking. Paolo had promised she would be safe with this man. And while she might not know this man enough to trust him yet, she trusted Paolo. She believed him.
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She nodded slowly, not daring to speak after Paolo’s warning. The man, her Master, began to lengthen his strokes. Without her sight, she seemed to experience every sensation more strongly. His hands were large and warm, the tips of his long fingers slightly calloused. She relaxed a little as he continued to caress her arms, her neck and shoulders. He lightly brushed his fingers along her breasts. Her body warmed under his hands. Shivery tingles ran along her skin. Then she felt his lips, first soft on her jaw before they moved down her throat. He knelt between her wide-spread knees, the soft fabric of his trousers brushing against her inner thighs. His hands grasped her shoulders as his mouth moved lower, and lower still, until he captured one of her pebbled nipples between his lips. Sparks prickled her nipples and shot straight between her legs. He suckled gently, laving the sensitive tip with his tongue. She gasped and arched her back as much as she could, shoving her breast closer to him. “More,” she wanted to yell. “Suck harder.” But she kept her silence, except for the soft moan she wasn’t able to hold back when he abruptly released the nipple. He moved lower still, sweeping his lips down her abdomen and along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She trembled as his fingers slid between her legs, playing with her folds, plucking the tender flesh and spreading her cream. Her clit began to throb, but he didn’t come close to touching it. Then his mouth was there and her breath caught as his hot, wet tongue swept along the length of her pussy. Incredible. Her breath came faster again, but not from fear this time. She wanted more. Needed more. She lifted her hips as much as she could, pushing against his mouth. He pulled away and she whimpered with frustration, her pussy pulsing with need. She felt him stand and then she heard the rasp of a zipper being lowered. Was he undressing, or simply releasing the only part of his anatomy that
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mattered at the moment? He moved between her legs right away and she could still feel fabric against her thighs so she got the answer to that question. His musky male scent wrapped around her. She felt the sharp tap of his cock on her cheek. She was still mourning the loss of his mouth between her legs, so she must have been too slow in responding. The next thing she knew, he grabbed her chin and pulled down, rubbing his hard cock against her lips. She opened her mouth and he plunged past her lips, not stopping until he hit the back of her throat. She gagged and he let up slightly, but didn’t pull out. He drove his hands into her hair and grasped on to each side of her head. Then he began to fuck her mouth in long, hard strokes. She couldn’t move her head. He did all the moving, thrusting as deep as he wanted to, deeper than she’d ever taken a man before. Now, for the first time, she truly felt like a plaything. She was simply an object to be used by this man, a toy to be played with. Tears prickled her eyes. She was scared and excited at the same time. She tried to relax her throat, to take him in as he wanted her to, but she couldn’t stop coughing and gagging when he went too deep. He sighed and pulled out of her mouth. She immediately missed the taste of him, the weight of him on her tongue, and she blindly moved her head to try to find him. He grabbed the hair at the nape of her neck and pulled her head back. She cried out in pain and frustration. “What do you want from me? Can’t you talk, damn it?” She’d probably be punished for speaking out like that. She’d read about discipline and punishment, but she didn’t care right now. Her tears dampened her face behind the blindfold. “How can I do what I’m told if you don’t tell me what to do?”
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“Shhh.” He rubbed his cheek gently against hers, brushed his lips along her ear. “Don’t move.” He whispered the words so softly, she could barely hear them. But she remembered and she understood. When his mouth was on her breast, it had felt so good she had arched her back. And he stopped sucking on her nipple. When his mouth was on her pussy, it had felt so good she’d lifted her hips. And he stepped away. When she moved her head to seek his cock, he grabbed her hair and reacted with anger. She got it. She was an object. A plaything. Toys didn’t move on their own. Only when their owner wished it. She quelled the burst of indignation as soon as it surged through her body. She had no right to be upset. This was what she’d signed up for. What she’d agreed to from the very beginning. How could she fully appreciate this experience if she fought against it at every turn? So far she’d had no luck giving up the need for control. Had she been right all along? Would it be impossible? Couldn’t she even live out her fantasy right? She’d have to try harder, not just for herself, but for this man who had every right to expect it. She heard him zip up his pants and walk away from her. Was he still angry? She wished he would speak. But then, boys didn’t talk to their toys, did they? She heard the slide of a drawer. A thrill of anticipation danced in her stomach. What was he getting out of the cabinet? Something to give her pleasure? Or pain? Could she handle it if he came back with a flogger or a paddle? How about nipple clips or a butt plug? She knew she was thinking too much. Desire licked her skin like fire. Her breasts were heavy, her nipples tingling. The flesh between her legs was swollen and throbbing. She needed him to come back. Use her. Make her feel. Make her
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lose control. She’d never been this aroused before. For the first time she thought it might really be possible. Then he was in front of her again. He stroked her hair gently before pushing the heavy length over one shoulder. Then he wrapped something thick and stiff around her neck, pulling it so tight, she felt it press against her throat when she swallowed. A collar. Something clicked and pulled on the front of the collar, then fell long and cold between her breasts and bounced against her exposed pussy. Oh God, a leash. She’d been collared and leashed. Shouldn’t that make her feel humiliated? Instead it made her even more aroused. She forced herself to remain still, but her sex throbbed so much she yearned to squirm in her seat to try to relieve the pressure building there. She swallowed again, pleased with the reminder of his hold over her. Surprising herself with the pleasure. He quickly untied her from the chair and then tugged on the leash to pull her to her feet. She was afraid she would lose her balance in the darkness, but she stumbled along on her high heels as he led her across the smooth floor. When they stopped, he placed his hands on her shoulders, telling her to stay where she was. He quickly bound her hands in front of her with her palms together then pulled up on the rope, so that her arms rose above her head. He must have attached her wrist binding to a hook or something, because when he stepped away from her, she was suddenly pulled up, her arms stretched toward the ceiling. He kept tugging until she was barely balancing on the toes of her shoes. He knelt before her then and circled one of her ankles with his long fingers. He slowly ran his hands up her leg, first cupping her calf then moving up to caress her knee. Then he slid up her thigh until he barely brushed against her pussy this time. His hands made their way back down her leg again, dragging
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the calloused tips of his fingers across her skin until he reached her ankle once more. Then he did the same with the other leg, running his hot hands from ankle to hip and back down again. Shivers of delight rained over her body and concentrated right between her legs. Her pussy throbbed with need, but he didn’t touch her there again. She’d thought her position had been precarious enough already until he pulled her legs apart and tied the ankles off, probably using some of those rings she’d seen attached to the floor. She was teetering now and she couldn’t stop the cry of alarm that escaped her lips. He chuckled in response, the sound dark and dangerous. She heard him stand. When he yanked on the leash, she swung forward, and he surprised her by planting a kiss on her slightly parted lips. He crushed his lips to hers, plunging his tongue possessively into her mouth. His taste was rich and exotic, and she resisted the urge to suck on his tongue like a starving woman. Then he released her abruptly, both her lips and the leash, and she swung away, helpless. She yelped as she swayed on her bonds, rocking on the toes of her shoes. With her palms bound together, she couldn’t even clutch the ropes for some sense of security. He obviously wanted her helpless. She knew he was watching her. He was probably enjoying the way her body twisted and turned wildly on the ropes. Then his hands were on her, stopping the swinging of her body. He smoothed her hair away from her face, stroked her breasts, her ribs, her quivering abdomen. She sighed as his gentle caresses relaxed her. Heated her. He walked behind her and brushed his hands over the cheeks of her ass, softly rubbing the skin, dipping his fingers quickly through her wet folds. He plunged
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a finger deep in her core and her pussy instinctively clenched around it, but he pulled it out again just as quickly. Then he returned to the soft strokes again. When the slap on her ass came, she cried out loud, more from surprise than pain. She rocked on her toes from the force of the blow. He returned to the gentle strokes on her ass, but now she couldn’t relax. Her brain started working overtime again. When would he spank her again? What if she didn’t like the pain? Would she have to call a stop to the play? Already she didn’t want to disappoint him. She wanted to be strong for him. His fingers played with her pussy again and the rush of delightful tingles made her drop her guard. Which was no doubt what he intended. Then he slapped her bottom again, even harder, and she gasped. Tears sprang to her eyes, but she didn’t consider calling a stop to it. He spanked her again and again, the pain so sharp she could barely catch her breath. Each time her body jerked, the leash hanging from the collar slapped into her pussy. Her body swung slightly away from him with each hard smack from the flat of his hand. Then she swayed back to meet the next strike. She couldn’t escape. Before long, surprisingly, she didn’t want to. He’d begun by delivering a series of quick, sharp smacks that stung her skin. He alternated them with hard, measured blows that quickly set her ass on fire. Just as she got used to one, he switched to the other, back and forth, until she gave up trying to anticipate and gave in to the sensations. Her ass burned. Her pulse raced. Her nipples ached and her pussy dripped with the moisture of her arousal. Her clit was throbbing and she thought if he kept it up a few more minutes, she might come from the spanking alone. As if he knew that, he stopped. She heard his ragged breathing behind her. It matched her own.
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She hung limply from her bonds. While the stimulation from the spanking session had sent erotic energy flowing through her, now that the stimulation had stopped, she was suddenly exhausted. She wasn’t used to so many sensations bombarding her body at once. She wasn’t used to so many sensations at all. But she craved for him to touch her again. Gentle or rough, she didn’t care. She just wanted him to keep the sensations coming. Satisfy the need crawling through her, pulsing through her veins, throbbing between her legs. “Please,” she cried, the need stronger than the fear of punishment. But he said nothing. He didn’t touch her again, either. Had she angered him again? She heard his footsteps as he walked around her. Away from her? Around the room? Where was he going? What was he doing? While the blindfold had been a comfort at first, now she wished it was gone. She wanted to see. Or did she? She was burning with need. Ready to do anything, everything, to find release. Wouldn’t it be easier to give up total control while still surrounded by the darkness, like in her dream, rather than looking into the face of a stranger? Why worry about it? It didn’t matter. It wasn’t her decision, anyway. Once she accepted that fact, really accepted it, a surge of relief rushed through her. This was what she’d hoped to experience all along. Actual helplessness. There was nothing she could do about any of this and it made her so hot she could hardly stand it. Finally, he was back again. He quickly released her ankles and helped her steady herself. She unconsciously squirmed to try to relieve the overwhelming need between her legs, but a quick swat on her sore ass reminded her that she wasn’t allowed to do that. Then he slowly lowered her arms. She moaned as she rolled her stiff shoulders and he pulled her back against him and massaged the
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sore muscles for a moment. Still behind the zipper, his hard cock rubbed against her burning bottom. He untied the rope from around her hands and kissed the tips of her fingers. Before she had a chance to wonder about the gentle gesture, he pulled her arms behind her and wrapped cuffs, probably leather, around her wrists and hooked them together behind her back. She held back a sigh. How long would he want to play with her before he took his pleasure? And could he possibly give her hers? She stood before him on shaky legs, feeling his gaze on her again. Now what? She straightened her back, her shoulders already pulled back from the cuffs around her wrists. Then she lifted her chin, taking advantage of one thing she did have control of. She would be a proud plaything. Her mouth was dry again. She didn’t realize she’d been panting. She swallowed and then swept her tongue along her lips to moisten them while she waited for him to let her know what he wanted her to do next. A deep moan cut through the dark silence and she felt his hands on her shoulders, pushing her to her knees. The floor was hard and cool, but not uncomfortable. She relaxed and sat back on her heels, then bounced up slightly when her sore bottom brushed against the back of her shoes. She could tell was going to happen next. She liked knowing what he wanted her to do. The raspy sound of his zipper being lowered was loud, so close to her ears. Relaxing her jaw, she parted her lips and waited. He didn’t push past her lips right away. First, he brushed her hair back over her shoulders and then gathered it together in a ponytail with one hand. He pulled on her hair, forcing her head back and making her look up at him. He knew she couldn’t see him. What did he want from her? Or was that the whole point? To keep her wondering?
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She could hear his ragged breathing, knew he must be studying her. What was he looking for? Did she please him? Her bound hands brushed the heels of her shoes, her toes were starting to cramp. She did her best not to squirm. How much longer would he want her to stay in this position? The collar pressed against her throat when she swallowed. Her own breathing sounded ragged to her ears. He abruptly released his grip on her hair and she swayed as she lost her balance. Then he grabbed the leash and yanked her forward. As he pulled her toward him, she lifted her ass off her heels and opened her mouth. His cock was there as she’d anticipated, waiting to plunge between her lips. She remembered the familiar taste of him as he slid over her tongue. He hummed in pleasure as she took him deep. Or was he pleased with her for being ready for him? Either way, she took him all the way in until he hit the back of her throat. If her hands had been free, she would have grasped the root of his cock with one hand, stroking the hot length that didn’t make it past her lips. With her other hand, she would have grabbed on to his hip, so she could steady herself. Or maybe she’d have played with his balls, kneading the fuzzy sac that hung beneath his cock. But her hands were bound behind her back and she couldn’t see a thing, so she had to do the best that she could. He stood still, using the leash to pull her toward him, thrusting his cock into her mouth. Then, when he let up on the leash, she rocked back, letting his rigid shaft slide backward along her tongue. He pulled her back and forth with his own rhythm, at his own speed. She could do nothing but remain open to his thrusting cock. She wanted to tell him there were so many other things she could do for him. Suck him deeply into her mouth. Lick his velvety skin with her tongue. Nibble
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on the rounded head with her lips. Milk him with her hands. But he obviously didn’t want that. As he had earlier, he simply wanted an open orifice. She was just a bondage toy and she had to assume he was using her the way he wanted to. Of course he was. That was the whole point. It was so simple when she thought about it. She gave him pleasure by doing what he wanted her to do. Isn’t that what Paolo had told her to begin with? This was supposed to be easy part. Just do what she was told to do. But it wasn’t as easy as she thought it would be. Probably because she couldn’t stop thinking about it, still couldn’t stop her mind from trying to hang on to its control. But just because it wasn’t easy didn’t mean it wasn’t the right thing to do, because she could admit that she received pleasure by serving him. Her pussy throbbed. Moisture seeped from her core, wetting her calves when she rocked back against them. Her breasts ached and her nipples prickled. She was more aroused than she had ever been in her life and it was because she was bound for this man’s pleasure. Because she was his plaything. He continued to fuck her mouth, plunging in and out, sometimes slow and gentle, sometimes hard and fast. Her knees were starting to hurt from rocking against the hard floor, but she could put up with it as long as she could keep tasting him. Keep breathing in his musky scent. When he pulled her close and held her there with his cock pressed against the back of her throat, the sound he made was something between a hum and a moan. Taking her cue from him, she hummed around his cock, letting him know she was enjoying this too. But then when she’d used up all her breath with the hum, she found she couldn’t take in another breath. He was pressed too tightly against the back of her throat. She stiffened and did her best not to jerk away from him. While her
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first instinct was to panic, she knew she had to trust him to know what he was doing. In only another second or two, he relaxed his hold just enough to let her breathe. He didn’t pull out but kept her mouth filled with his cock. She hummed again with a mixture of relief and pleasure, letting the vibrations surround him. He groaned and dropped the leash, instead gripping each side of her head, holding her in place. With his rigid shaft lying heavy in her mouth, she was able to move her tongue just enough rub the underside a little bit. She hummed around him again. He cried out and released her abruptly. With her arms bound behind her, she wasn’t able to steady herself, but he was there to catch her. To drag her up his body and hold her against him until she regained her balance. And then a little longer. She couldn’t help but lean against him, soaking in his warmth, reveling in the feeling of his arms around her. He didn’t appear angry with her for taking a bit of initiative. If she were to guess, Julianne thought she probably drove him a little closer to the edge than he wanted to be. She smiled into his shoulder. She knew it wouldn’t last, and as wired as her body was, she was almost glad when he cleared his throat and gently pushed her away from him. He grabbed the leash up high, close to the collar and tugged. She followed him. What else could she do? He led her over to the sofa and sat her down. She winced from the scrape of the upholstery on her sore bottom. He propped her up in one corner, like she used to do with her rag dolls when she was a little girl. Her bound arms were wedged tightly between the back cushion and the high arm of the sofa. Her long hair was trapped behind her back. He spread her legs wide, stretching one out along the back of the sofa seat, pulling the other to hang over the front, the heel of her shoe resting on the floor. Then he put his arm
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under her and lifted her hips, pushing a thick pillow under her tender ass. Her head dropped back over the sofa arm. Her foot no longer touched the floor. She lay limp on the soft cushions. He unhooked the leash and she heard it fall to the floor. She imagined blue eyes studying her, pleased with the way he had arranged his plaything. His hands began to roam over her body. He stroked her throat, kneaded her breasts, tugged on her aching nipples. Desire danced along her skin. Then while he tightly grasped one of her breasts and took the nipple into his mouth, he moved his other hand lower until it was buried between her legs. She didn’t arch her back with the pleasure his mouth was bringing. She didn’t lift her hips to push her pussy harder against the fingers toying with her slick folds. It wasn’t because she didn’t want to. It wasn’t because of any lesson she learned tonight. But because in the position he’d placed her in, she simply couldn’t. Her control was completely gone. Of course, she could say the words to stop this experience at any time, but that was the furthest thing from her mind. In fact, there was nothing in her mind. She was so aroused she couldn’t even think. So she let herself feel. Let herself enjoy the rush of sensations his hands and mouth were bringing her. The buzz of arousal swarmed through her. The coil of tension wound tighter and tighter. His fingers plunged deep into her core, thrusting over and over again, rubbing against the inner walls with each stroke. It was several moments before she realized the moaning she heard was coming from her mouth. She was close. So close. And she still was afraid she would never come, even at the hands of a remarkable stranger in the middle of an incredible fantasy she never could have imagined.
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He continued to move his fingers in and out of her, faster, harder. He relinquished her nipple with a moist pop and shifted his body beside her. Then his mouth was between her legs. His tongue laved her swollen pussy. His teeth nibbled the sensitive flesh. His fingers fucked her heated core. Then, as she was overwhelmed with desire, he suddenly sucked her clit into his mouth. She exploded into a burst of sensation unlike anything she’d ever felt before. The climaxes to which she brought herself were a mere shadow of what she experienced now. Though she hadn’t been able to move an inch a moment ago, her body now shook with the orgasm racking her body. Her deep spasms sucked at the wicked fingers still thrusting into her. He continued to tease her clit with his mouth, bringing her even higher. She sucked in ragged breaths, alternating with wild moans. “Oh Julianne, you are so beautiful.” The accented words sent shockwaves rolling on top of the orgasm waves still sweeping through her body. She froze, choking off in mid-moan. “Paolo?”
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His fingers slid out of her and she felt him rise to his feet. When he lifted the blindfold off her head, she blinked as she looked up into bright blue eyes. She shivered from the intense look of desire she saw there. Questions scurried through her mind, but right now her body was still overriding her brain. She needed him inside her, pounding her like his fingers had been doing just moments before. She didn’t dare voice her desires aloud. She was still his plaything, even now that she knew, as she realized she’d always known, that she was in Paolo’s hands. “I want you, Julianne,” he said, his voice ragged. “And I want you to know who it is that is taking you tonight.” “Yes,” she whispered. She lay there in the corner of the sofa and watched him unbutton his shirt. When he shrugged it off, she admired his broad shoulders and sculpted chest. It was a good thing her arms were bound behind her. She would have been reaching out, touching him, pulling him into her embrace. But that wasn’t what he wanted from her. He quickly undressed. His erection was dark red, long and thick, veins bulging with the blood feeding his desire. She watched as he took it in his hand and stroked long and hard, the skin stretching with each pull. Her mouth watered as she remembered tasting him, remembered the weight of him on her tongue. She wished she could have spread her legs wider for him, but even that
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silent invitation was not possible. So she lay there and watched. And waited. And wanted. A thin sheen of sweat covered his skin. A few random curls lay on his forehead. His hot gaze ran over her body then rose to her face. A small smile lifted his lips. He pulled roughly on his cock again and groaned. Her mouth was so dry from panting that she ran her tongue along her lips. His eyes darkened, his jaw tightened. “I can’t wait any longer,” he groaned. Why had he waited at all? He grabbed a packet from a nearly overflowing basket on the side table she hadn’t noticed before and quickly rolled on a condom. With one foot on the floor, he placed a knee on the cushion. He grasped her hips, still lifted on the pillow, and plunged into her, shoving her body even harder into the corner of the sofa. She gasped, barely noticing the pain in her shoulders over the slide of his shaft into her core. His cock stretched her, filled her. She moaned as need overwhelmed her again. His fingers dug into her flesh, yet she wanted him to hold her tighter. He plunged over and over, dragging his hard cock along her sensitive inner walls, yet she wanted him to fuck her harder. She stared at his beautiful face and saw the tension building there. His eyes closed, a near-grimace tightening his features. He picked up the pace, thrusting faster and with even more force. The angle at which he was holding her hips let his cock rub up against that most sensitive spot within her. When the deep spasms started to overtake her, she was taken by surprise. She clenched around him and he shouted out as he came, still plunging into her, deep and hard.
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Then he collapsed on top of her, his head resting between her breasts. He must have been able to hear her heart galloping in her chest. He pressed a soft kiss onto the side of her breast and she melted a little into the cushions. Her arms were crushed beneath her, though. Her shoulders screamed and her butt burned. She didn’t want to say anything, but a groan escaped her lips anyway. Paolo pushed off her and she was immediately cold. After he disposed of the condom, he grasped her shoulders and lifted her to her feet. As she struggled again to balance in her heels on shaky legs, he drew her into his arms. He was so warm and strong and male, she sighed as she leaned against him. “I’m so sorry,” he said as he brushed his lips along her ear. “I should have thought about your arms before falling on you with all my weight.” “I’m fine.” She took in a deep breath. Mmm, he smelled good. Had he put on the exotic cologne to confuse her? It may have worked for a while, but now she could detect his unique scent beneath the cologne. He’d never fool her again. Not that she would ever see him again. Or touch him. Or smell him ever again. She held back a sigh. “Can you stand now?” She nodded and he released her. She missed his warmth, his strong arms around her. He turned her around and quickly uncuffed her wrists. Her stiff arms flopped to her sides. He rubbed her shoulders and arms before turning her to face him once again. “You were magnificent as you gave yourself fully to me. I am so honored that you gave me your trust along with your control.” He speared his fingers through her hair and pulled her in for a hard, passionate kiss. She parted her lips for him and drank him in, trying to memorize his taste. After he lifted his lips from hers, he combed out her hair around her shoulders. “Your hair is the color of a majestic sunset, all those incredible shades of red and gold. I would love to paint its fire someday.”
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“You paint?” Why was it so hard to picture him outside these walls? He shrugged. “I have many interests besides tying up beautiful women.” He studied her, as if wondering what she was thinking. As if he was wondering who she was when she wasn’t someone’s plaything. She was suddenly nervous. This was too strange a conversation to be having with a naked man she was never going to see again. An incredibly sexy, naked man who’d just given her the most intense orgasms of her life. Who treated her as if she was someone special. She couldn’t get used to something she would never have again. It was time to say thanks, grab her clothes and walk away. Did she tell him her bondage experience was more than she ever hoped? That it would always be a special memory? That it was because she had been his plaything? She couldn’t tell him that. Maybe he did this all the time. He probably tested out all the new playthings. He brushed his fingers along her cheek. “Thank you,” he said, surprising her again. “I should be the one saying that,” she replied. “For bringing my fantasy to life.” She looked around for her clothing. “I…um, I should get out of here. I’m sure you have someone else waiting for the room.” “No. No one. Not tonight.” He touched her again, lightly, on her arm. “I hope I wasn’t too rough. I tried to take it easy for your first time.” First time? She stumbled backward. “I can’t do this again.” He frowned. “I did hurt you. Or did I frighten you? Tell me.” His concern was touching, but she couldn’t let it affect her. “No. I’m fine. You didn’t hurt me. You didn’t frighten me. The experience actually wasn’t as rough as I imagined it could be.”
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He stepped closer to her then and his eyes sparkled. “There is much more for you to experience. I would be delighted to show you more another time.” Chills of excitement skimmed along her skin but…no, she couldn’t do this again. This wasn’t who she was. “I explained to you that I came here for a onetime experience. I wanted to know what it was like. That was all.” “And what did you discover, Julianne?” He pinned her with his gaze and she felt naked and exposed in more ways than one. She turned away from him and grabbed her panties from where they lay on the floor. Her thoughts were so jumbled it was as if once her mind gave up control, it didn’t want to take it back. She ignored him and stepped into her thong. When she turned around, she found Paolo had come up silently behind her. “Don’t tell me you can walk away after what you experienced tonight,” he said darkly. She absently rubbed her wrists. She swore she could still feel the cuffs wrapped around them. “Of course I can.” She would ignore the crazy desire to feel them again. She picked up her skirt and then lifted her chin as she stared at him. If only she could forget the way it had felt to kneel before him, his cock plunging between her lips. If only she could forget the way it had felt to be hanging from the ceiling, the spanking he delivered warming her body, heating her need. Her body heated even now as she remembered, as she longed to experience it again. But this wasn’t her life. It couldn’t be. “I’ve had my fantasy. Now I have to walk away.” “Don’t go.” He reached out and wrapped his long fingers around her arm and she dropped her skirt to the floor. “Please.” The stark emotion in his voice
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surprised her. “I saw your reactions, Julianne, felt your submission as soon as you walked in the door. Bondage is more than a fantasy to you.” She couldn’t move and it had nothing to do with his hand on her arm. “I don’t know what you mean.” But she did and the implications frightened her. He ran his hand over her hair, stroking her as he had when she first came into this room. It seemed as if that had been a lifetime ago. “You crave the bondage, Julianne. You need it now, like you need food to eat and air to breathe.” He traced her bottom lip with his finger. “To deny it will leave you hungry. Thirsty. You may not die without it, but you won’t really live either.” “But what does that make me?” she cried. “I am more than a man’s plaything.” He drew her into his arms and she went willingly, resting her head on his muscular shoulder. “Of course you are. You are a strong, intelligent woman. You run a successful business. None of that will change. But to recognize the need you have to surrender to the bondage, to find your pleasure when you please another, will only add another dimension to your life.” She relaxed as he rubbed her back and spoke the reassuring words in his musical voice. He made her believe it might be possible. He stepped away and looked into her eyes. “Let me show you how you can weave this part of your life into the rest. Let me show you how you can actually live out your fantasies.” She did want to know if it was really possible. She also realized how much she wanted to see Paolo again. “Do you help a lot of women with their fantasies?” She hoped she didn’t sound as jealous as she was afraid she did. “Let me rephrase,” he said quietly, seriously. “I have helped many women with their fantasies, in the past, when I used to attend play parties at BDSM clubs. That’s not what I’m interested in with you.”
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“I don’t understand.” “The women I seem to have met in the past have only been interested in the fantasy.” Up until now, he’d seemed so self-assured, dominating. Suddenly he seemed hesitant. “I would like to help you make this more than a mere fantasy. If you’ll let me.” He bent down and retrieved her skirt then handed it to her. “I’ve never become personally involved with a client at the Playhouse. In fact, it has been a rule of mine never to do that.” She frowned and looked up from zipping her skirt. “Why did you break your rules with me?” He shrugged and quickly stepped into his trousers. “I was intrigued from the moment I spoke with you on the telephone. The yearning in your voice called to me. And then as soon as I laid eyes on you, I knew you were special. I’m afraid I wanted to be the one to make you feel.” “You did, Paolo. I’m glad it was you.” Damn, she wasn’t going to tell him that. Before she began to feel more than she should for this man she’d just met, she pulled on her sweater and handed him his shirt. He stepped away from her, his expression guarded. “But you didn’t know it was me. Not until the end. I could have been any man who gets turned on by tying up women.” Didn’t those other women realize how special Paolo was? Had the fantasy mattered more to them than the man who’d taken them there? The flare of anger she felt was dissolved by shame when Julianne realized that she’d given no thought to the man who would be playing with her until she’d talked to Paolo. Had he been used by those women? Had they given no thought to him as a person? The anger flared again. Damn, she cared about him too much already. But she couldn’t let him think her experience would have been the same with
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someone else, even though she’d used him just as much as all those other women had. She closed the space between them. “I knew it was you. It may have been on a subconscious level, but I knew you were the one controlling my body tonight.” His expression lightened, just like that. “I’m so glad.” He shrugged on his shirt but left it hanging open. “As I told you, I would like to show you more about bondage, about submission, about making your life fuller because of those things.” She could feel the wonderful heat from his body again. “But I don’t think it will be a good idea for you to be a member of the Playhouse any longer.” She’d started to reach out to fasten his shirt but pulled away as if the little buttons were going to burn her. “I don’t understand.” He didn’t want her here? After all he’d just said? “The rules, you see.” He grasped her wrists and clasped her hands against his bare chest. “They are for my employees as well. It wouldn’t be right for the boss to break them. It would be so much better if you were, perhaps, the woman I was dating.” Her breath caught and the sincere smile on his face tempted her. It wasn’t that easy for her. “But are you only interested in a woman who is nothing but a sex toy for you to play with?” She glanced away from him, not sure what she wanted his answer to be. She’d begun to like this man as well as lust for him. “Nothing but a sex toy?” He cupped her face in his hands and brought her gaze up to meet his. “Julianne, do not ever make light of the gift you gave me.” The seriousness of his expression, the passion in his voice, took her breath away. “It took great strength and courage to do what you did tonight. I was honored. To trust me with your body is not ‘nothing’. It is everything.” “But if we were dating, would I never get to touch you?” She touched his face for the first time with a trembling hand. “Would I never be able to tell you
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what I enjoy? I don’t think I could be in a relationship like that. In fact, I know I couldn’t. Yes, I can admit I crave the bondage, but I would want to be a partner in any relationship I was in.” He relaxed his grip and began to stroke her hair again. “For any relationship to work there must be give and take. We’ll talk about everything. Of course I want to know what you enjoy. We’ll try new things together. We’ll learn more about each other and discover what we need from each other. Isn’t that what dating is all about?” She couldn’t stop the stupid grin from spreading across her face. Could this really work? “You really want to take me out on a date?” He slid his hand around to cup the back of her neck. “Unless you already have a boyfriend who pleases you in every other way.” “No. No boyfriend.” “Good.” He pulled her forward and kissed her hard and deep, possessive even, but it felt good. It felt as if this was the way she was supposed to be kissed. The shivers of desire burst through her body again. “Then perhaps I could take you out for dinner this weekend and we can see where this all leads us.” Her sex throbbed with anticipation already. “I’d like that very much.” “Good,” he said again. He tweaked her nipples roughly through her top. The sparks started shooting off again. She was already craving the wild sensations he brought out in her. How could she have ever thought she could walk away? “What if I told you I want you to wear a very short skirt?” He dropped his hands to her ass and squeezed. “And no underwear.” His words didn’t frighten her now. Neither did his hands. They excited her. No more boring dates. No more relying on her vibrator to be the answer to her dreams. It was time to admit to herself that this was something she needed as much as breathing. “It sounds like the start of an interesting evening.”
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“I’m pleased you think so.” His gaze caressed her face then he tilted his head to the side and smiled at her roguishly. “What?” she asked. “I like the way you look, fully dressed with that black leather collar around your neck.” She gasped. She’d forgotten about it. She swallowed and noticed its comforting pressure again. How quickly she’d gotten used to it. He traced his finger along the edge before he unbuckled it and removed it. “Perhaps you’ll wear another one soon.” She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “It’s not something I can promise on a permanent basis, but it is handy to hang a leash from.” Paolo laughed and her face grew warm. She couldn’t believe she said that out loud. “You are such a delightful surprise. I am so glad you called.” “Me too.” “You have a lot to think about,” he said. “I’ll walk you to your car.” She was sorry to be leaving him, but her mind was whirling. How much her life had changed tonight. They walked down the long hall together, hand in hand, and entered the waiting room where she had paced so nervously not that long ago. Julianne once again noticed the dramatic artwork hanging on the walls. She turned to Paolo. “These are originals, aren’t they?” “Yes. Do you like them?” “I love them. Do you know how I can contact the artist? In my business, I often have clients looking for amazing artwork like this.” Paolo lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it. “You are speaking to the artist now.” “Oh! That’s right. You said you painted. I had no idea. These are wonderful.”
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“Thank you. It is something I do when the spirit moves me. I often paint all night long, from closing time here at the club until the sun rises in the morning.” “Really? Aren’t you exhausted?” “Sometimes the process of creating is exhilarating. Sometimes it is an excuse to avoid a lonely bed.” He squeezed her hand and winked. “I think perhaps I may not have that problem much longer.” Julianne chuckled lightly. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” She cleared her throat. “I wonder if I could talk with you sometime about commissioning some artwork occasionally.” His smile was heartwarming. Body warming. “I believe that could be arranged.” “Do you work here every night?” The question burst out of her mouth before she realized the implications. Now who was getting ahead of herself? “I admit I work most evenings, and I imagine you do most of your work during the daytime.” He placed a light kiss on her knuckles. “This will be one of the many things we will have to work out between us if we decide to continue our relationship.” “Maybe at dinner this weekend you can tell me how an artist from Italy became the owner of a fantasy club.” “I will be delighted to tell you anything you want to know.” She realized that Paolo was the first man to really listen to her, even as he was the first man to ever command her. He held her hand as they crossed the parking lot and it felt so good to be walking beside him. As if this was where she was meant to be. Who she was meant to be with. When they reached her car, he pulled her into his arms, and then backed her up against the driver’s side door. He caught her wrists in one of his hands and pulled her arms over her head, pinning them to the roof of the car. He leaned
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over her, stretching her back over the car. When he pressed up against her and looked deep into her eyes, she shivered with pleasure. It was another one of her favorite fantasies come to life. Paolo brushed his lips lightly over hers. It was more a tease than a kiss, a temptation, a promise of things to come. He swept his lips along her throat and down the bare skin revealed by the V-neck. His erection rubbed against her stomach. Her sex quivered. Her thighs parted. He was so right. This was no longer a fantasy. This was real life. He groaned. “Oh, I am so very sorry to be sending you home.” He slowly backed away from her and released her wrists. “I will call you tomorrow and we will make our plans.” She straightened and smiled at him. She couldn’t be missing him already, could she? He leaned in for one more hungry kiss and then nipped at her ear. “I look forward to playing with you again, very soon.” She tingled from head to toe and everywhere in between. She was already looking forward to once again being Paolo’s plaything.
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About the Author
Natasha Moore fell in love with the written word as soon as she could read. As she grew up, she discovered romance and now enjoys the chance to add some extra sizzle to her stories. She lives in New York State with her real life hero who is happy to tell everyone that he’s her inspiration. They travel in their RV whenever possible. The great thing about writing is she can take it anywhere. To learn more about Natasha Moore, please visit www.natashamoore.com. Send an email to Natasha Moore at
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It’s not the age. It’s the attitude—and a healthy dose of kink.
Birthday Girl
© 2012 Natasha Moore Paolo’s Playhouse, Book 3 For Shannon, turning thirty means getting serious. Responsible. Old. She can’t help dreading the day she has to leave her spontaneous, crazy, young selfimage behind. Then there are all those unfulfilled items on her to-do list, like that threesome she and her husband, Ty, used to fantasize about. It fell by the wayside, right along with their neglected bag of sex toys. Her birthday dinner starts out like any other…then her present arrives at the table. Marc, an old college friend, whose edgy persona tickles her in all the right places. And that’s not all. Ty’s reserved a room at Paolo’s Playhouse—for all three of them. By the time the playroom door closes behind them, Ty’s and Marc’s intimate touches and wicked whispers have roused her hormones to a fever pitch. But when kiss comes to nipple clamps, Shannon’s not sure she has the courage to step off the edge of fantasy and fall headlong into reality… Warning: Two sexy men focused on pleasing one lucky woman. Wild, anything-goes loving complete with toys your mother never wanted you to know about. You’re welcome! Enjoy the following excerpt for Birthday Girl: Was she really going to let Marc touch her the way she’d always dreamed about? Wouldn’t that be a betrayal to Tyler and their marriage? But this was Ty’s idea. Or rather, his gift to her because it had been her idea.
She took another sip of champagne and listened to them talk about other friends. Who was doing what. Where they’d ended up. Who was married. Who wasn’t. She tried to pay attention to their conversation, but her mind kept wandering to what the evening might hold. She kept watching the men on either side of her. Tyler’s hand now roamed up her arm, the long strokes almost seemed to be meant to gentle her, to calm her. Could he tell she was reacting to Marc? But it wasn’t just Marc she was reacting to, of course. She’d been aroused by Tyler all evening, still was, always would be. But she was sandwiched between two incredible men, one light, one dark. One familiar, one a memory. Their musky scents mingled in the air surrounding her. The flickering candlelight shifted the shadows around them, making her feel even more unsettled. Her body began to tremble and she set the flute down on the table. No more champagne for her. “I’m afraid we’ve been ignoring this beautiful woman between us,” Marc said suddenly. His dark gaze ran over her and her nipples prickled again beneath the thin blouse. “I’m sorry, Shannon, this is your night.” He leaned toward her, placed his large, hot hand over hers. “I’ve been monopolizing Ty’s attention.” “Th-that’s all right,” she murmured. She glanced over at Tyler, guilt from her reaction heating her face. But how exactly was she supposed to react to a man who was going to be the other part of their threesome? “No, it’s inexcusable.” Marc scooted closer to her, his thigh almost touching hers. “With such a delightful woman between us, how could we think about anything else?” He didn’t lift his hand from hers, instead he turned her hand over and began to stroke her palm and the sensitive skin on the inside of her wrist as Tyler had been doing. As Ty continued to do on her other hand.
Her skin was so sensitive, each stroke sent shivers rippling through her body and collecting between her legs. Her beaded nipples felt as if they were poking holes through her blouse. She couldn’t move as the two hot male bodies pressed in on either side of her, their hands smoothly moving from her wrists to bare shoulders and back down again. Tyler leaned in and kissed her cheek. “It’s okay, sweetheart.” He brushed his lips against her ear and whispered, “We’re going to make this so good for you.” She was so hot. The heat from two large male bodies seeped into her. While her mind was still reeling with the ramifications of their hands on her, her body had no qualms enjoying every single stroke. Marc leaned forward to look into her eyes as he brushed her long brown hair away from her face. “It’s great to see you again, Shannon. Did you know I used to want to touch you like this? Do you know many times I almost did?” “No. Why didn’t you?” She would have let him. “Because you were my friend. There were lots of hot women I wanted to touch, but I didn’t have to worry about losing their friendship.” He brushed his fingers lightly over her cheekbone. “But tonight, for a little while, I can live out one of my fantasies too.” She shot another quick glance at Tyler. He didn’t seem to be upset to hear that Marc had been attracted to her. She recognized the unmistakable arousal in his eyes, though. Did the sight of Marc touching her turn him on? “What about you, Ty? What do you get out of this tonight?” He leaned over and kissed her. “Are you kidding? I get to give my wife a gift I know she will enjoy. How often can a husband say that?” Joyful laughter bubbled up, lightening her spirits. She kissed him back. “Okay, I’m in.”
Tyler and Marc looked at each other and it seemed as if they spoke silently across the table. “Great,” Ty said, his voice a little lower, a little slower. “Do you agree to give yourself over to us then? To let us give you pleasure for your birthday?” Chills of arousal rained over her. “Yes.” Marc nodded. “Starting right now, okay?” They were still in a public place, a busy restaurant. Even though their booth was shadowed, tucked into the far corner, there were still people sitting around them, waiters keeping an eye on their needs. How far could they really go? “Okay.”
He’s got one shot. Better make it naughty…
Just One Night © 2012 Chloe Cole
Micah’s new living arrangement with her best friend is quickly becoming unbearable. Not because Tomas isn’t a good roommate. When they’re alone, he shows her his sweet, loyal side. It’s just that he shows the rest of his parts to half the women in town. If she can’t scrape together the money for her own place soon, witnessing the aftermath of his late-night carousing is going to break her heart. Then again, if it’s going to break anyway, maybe she should just go ahead and make a move on the man she’s loved since high school. And risk his rejection a second time. It hasn’t been easy for Tomas to share space with the one damsel he can’t bear to see in distress. To have her within easy reach has been torture. His foster mother’s words echo in his head: a classy girl like Micah deserves more than the likes of him. But lately Micah’s been rattling his cage. If she does it one more time, she’d better be ready for the animal she awakens. Unfortunately for him, Micah’s hot little hands are already wrapped around the bars… Warning: Contains a Latin bad boy with twelve years worth of fantasies to get out of his system, and his goody-two-shoes best friend who learns that her inner bad girl likes handcuffs and spankings. Beware. This book could cause a riot since there’s only one Tomas to go around. Enjoy the following excerpt for Just One Night:
He reached out a hand and brushed the hair from her face. God, she was beautiful. Smooth, creamy skin, plump red lips, clear hazel eyes…that had popped open at some point during his perusal and were regarding him curiously. “Are we home?” she asked and gave a sleepy stretch. The thin cotton blouse pulled tight across her chest, and it was only through sheer force of will that he managed to look away. “Yeah. Let’s get you inside. I’ll make us some coffee and you some food.” She didn’t respond. She just opened the car door, slipped off her shoes and weaved her way into the house without a backward glance. By the time he got inside, her shirt was off and she was hopping around the living room on one foot. One leg was bare, the other was still tangled in her jeans. Every time she jumped, her lace-encased breasts gave a jiggle and so did his heart. He wet his lips. “Uh, what are you doing, babe?” “I’m stuck.” “I see that.” “I’m gonna take a shower. But I’m stuck. Can you unstuck me?” He paused for a long moment and sucked in a breath. Could he? It was a simple request, but over the past few months even the simplest request seemed difficult. He was only a man, made of flesh and blood—every drop of which had drained to his cock. Taking off her jeans rode the line between out of the question and abso-fucking-lutely not. Micah was on the floor now, wrestling with her jeans as if she was an alligator in the midst of a death roll. Her face was crinkled in concentration, her tongue perched on her top lip à la Charlie Brown, and his heart gave a lurch.
“Stop rolling around, you’re making it worse.” He walked over to help her up by the elbow. “Put your arms around me, babe.” His voice sounded like he’d been sucking on broken glass, and for that second he was glad she was shit-faced enough to not notice. She leaned forward, nestling her head into his shoulder as she wrapped her arms around his waist. He pinched his eyes shut and counted silently until the initial shock of her scent and the lush press of her curves wore off. He got to eighty before he regained control. She seemed perfectly content to stay where she was, but instead of getting better, his situation was getting more and more dire by the second. “Okay,” he said, patting her shoulder. “Lift your leg up.” She nodded into his chest and slung her leg—the bare one—high over his hip. Blood pounded in his ears as the soft heat of her pussy pressed against his thigh. “The other leg, Mike,” he ground out. She nodded again and slipped her hands to his shoulders, launching herself in the air and hooking her jeans-clad leg around his other hip to straddle him. Poor word choice. “I meant switch legs, not both.” She started to slip, and he instinctively grabbed her to keep her from falling. Unfortunately, the most natural handhold left him with two palms full of luscious ass. Staring at him through wide eyes, she mumbled, “Well this is nice,” and wiggled against him, her almost-bare sex rubbing against his throbbing cock. “Jesus, Mike, stop it.” “Why? What do I have to stop? It feels really good. Doesn’t it feel good to you?” She did it again to make her point. He tried to stay still, but his fingertips flexed deeper into the soft flesh of her bottom.
He groaned. And she heard him. Even the room seemed to hold its breath until she broke the deafening silence. “You want me?” She sounded afraid. She should be. He started to shake. “Tomas?” “No.” The word felt like it was ripped out of him. There was nothing in the world he’d ever wanted more than he wanted her right now, but she was drunk. Worse, even if she were sober, she wasn’t for the likes of him. They’d both always known that. Her face crumpled, and she pushed her hands against his chest to escape. “Let me go. Just let me go. I’m tired of making a fool of myself over you, so let me go, dammit.” Defeated, he stared into her tear-filled eyes. “You don’t get it, do you, babe? It’s not that I don’t want you. I want you too much.” Tomas’s intense, chocolate gaze held hers captive. “The things I want to do to you… Jesus, Mike, none of it’s nice. Do you get what I’m telling you?” His husky voice was tinged with desperation. Heat pooled between her thighs as she tried to comprehend what he was saying. Was the tequila addling her to the point that she’d heard him wrong? And if she’d heard him right, did she get it? Her heart thudded, and she weighed her response. In truth, she had no idea what he meant, and the fear of the unknown assailed her. But if she said no? The answer made her blood run cold and chased her pleasant buzz into oblivion. He wouldn’t sleep with her unless she was going into it with eyes wide open. If she wasn’t, he would walk away from her again. She could bear anything but that.
“I get it,” she said in as firm a voice as she could manage. Then she wet her lips and rocked onto her tiptoes, pressing her mouth to his in a soft kiss. He groaned as her tongue swept along his. His hands slipped down, closing over her hips, urging her closer. Giddy with elation, she moved to wrap her arms around him when suddenly he pulled away, thrusting her from him as if she were on fire. “I don’t think you do.” His pupils were dilated, his nostrils flaring. She flicked a glance downward and could make out the thick shape of his erection straining against his zipper. He was a man on the edge. Now she needed to push him over. “Make love to me, Tomas.” Desperate, she decided she would take whatever she could get. “Give me one night,” she whispered. Then maybe she could convince him that one night wasn’t enough. His jaw tightened, and he ran an impatient hand through his hair. “And now I know you don’t.” His wistful tone scared her almost as much as his words. He took a step back and turned away. Panic clawed at her, and she grabbed his wrist. “No. Don’t do this to me again. Please.” He shook his head but said nothing, refusing to meet her gaze. “You’re drun—” “I’m better now. I’m buzzed, but I know exactly what I’m doing. I know exactly what I want.” His face was stony, and she knew that look. His mind was made up. She swallowed the lump wedged in her throat along with the last of her pride. “At least tell me why this time. I deserve that much.” “No. You deserve more. Much more than me. Your parents always knew it. Hell, I always knew it too. You’re good and sweet and beauti—” “So are you!”
“See, that’s where you got it wrong, babe. I was never good. Not then, not now. I stole money from my foster parents, I smoked weed, I went through girls like potato chips.” “You had it tough,” she argued. “And look how you turned out.” He slammed a hand against the wall behind her. “You look, Mike. You look at how I turned out, because sometimes I think you don’t even see me. You just see this shiny fucking knight, your buddy Tomas, who will beat up a kid for taking your lunch or pick you up when a date goes bad and let you crash at his place.” He laid a hand on her neck, closing it gently over her throat. His voice was low and urgent. “But what you don’t see is the Tomas who jerks off to the memory of you bent over in your boxer shorts. The one who closes his eyes and imagines fucking you from behind then pulling out at the last second so he can come on your juicy, round ass that’s still pink from the palm of his hand. The one who wants to tie your wrists and ankles to the bedpost so he can make you scream and cry out his name.” He rubbed his thumb over her pounding pulse, and her breath caught in her throat. His eyes were wild, his expression pained. He stepped back, and his voice dropped to a whisper. “And that? That’s just the tip of the iceberg. Do you get it now, babe? The big bad wolf is sleeping one door away. Don’t come knocking again, or you’ll wake him up for real next time.”
This Thanksgiving comes with all the fixings…and something extra hot…
Sam’s Promise
© 2011 Anne Rainey Blackwater, Book 1 Sam Jennings promised his father he’d always take care of the woman who yanked him and his four brothers out of foster car. When his adoptive mom has a near-fatal heart attack, Sam knows it’s past time to live up to his word. As he sets out to put the Blackwater Diner back on its feet, he runs into his first snag. Waitress Julie Rose’s sweet curves and long legs are driving Sam to distraction. Even his brothers aren’t immune to her kind heart. But Sam is determined to be the only man in her bed. Julie doesn’t regret the years she lost caring for her Grandmom, but now, between business classes and her job, she’s left with very little time and energy for dating. Then there’s her policy about never getting mixed up with the boss’s son. But Sam’s hard body and wicked ideas have Julie forgetting all about annoying things like rules, and she accepts his invitation to show her all she’s been missing. Sam is more than willing to take things slow as he teaches her all about the pleasures of the flesh. Luckily for him, Julie is a darned good student… Warning: Contains explicit language, a sexy carpenter, and extra helpings of naughty fun under the stars. Heat and increased heart rate may help burn off extra holiday calories. Enjoy the following excerpt for Sam’s Promise: “I think she needs to hire a full time manager at the diner, though. Of course, I’m not sure she can afford it right now.” Julie’s gaze landed on his, and he could
see her worry. “Sam, I’m afraid if something isn’t done, she’ll lose the restaurant.” He took one last swig of his coffee, then sat his cup next to hers before saying, “I won’t let that happen.” “Short of declaring bankruptcy, I don’t see how you have a choice,” she muttered. “I spent a good part of the morning looking everything over, and at first I had the same depressing thought. But I have an idea. I just need to talk to my brothers first.” Her eyes widened. “What sort of plan?” “A remodel. I want to turn the restaurant into a bar and grill.” “It sounds great, but how will you get the funding? I’m not sure the bank will find that the restaurant is a sound investment.” “We might not need a lot. I’ve got a little money saved back. Besides, with Vance and me doing the work and the five of us pooling our resources, I think it might be the best way to turn the diner around.” “Our very own version of Applebees right here in Blackwater?” “Something like that.” Sam reached out and cupped Julie’s chin, urging her to look at him. “How about we worry about the diner tomorrow?” “Okay.” She crossed her legs and glanced over at the fire. “I love this time of year.” Sam couldn’t pass up the chanced to learn a little more about her. “Is it the chillier weather or the holiday season you like?” “Both.” She plucked at her sweatshirt and admitted, “I do get cold easily, but I love sitting by a warm fire. It reminds me of going to church camp when I was little.”
Sam imagined her as a young girl in pigtails and smiled. “I can see you roasting marshmallows and eating s’mores.” She rubbed her belly. “Mm, there’s nothing better than s’mores.” Sam tipped her chin up until he could see her eyes. “Nothing?” he murmured. “Not even gooey chocolate chip cookies with me?” Julie clenched her eyes tight and let out a heavy breath. “I have a confession to make, Sam.” “Yeah?” She opened her eyes and said, “Uh, I’m nervous. It’s been a long time since I’ve been on a date, but you could probably tell that already.” “It’s okay. No pressures or expectations tonight, Julie.” He leaned back into the swing and put his arm around her shoulders. “All you have to do is enjoy the night.” She leaned her head on his shoulder and looked up at him. “Are you enjoying the evening?” “I have a pretty woman snuggled up close under the stars. It doesn’t get much better in my book.” “Maybe we should make a wish. You never know, it might come true.” He smiled down at her. “I haven’t done that since I was a kid.” Her eyes twinkled in the firelight as she whispered, “I will if you will.” “Deal.” “Close your eyes. It won’t work unless you close your eyes, Sam.” Sam did as she asked. After he made his wish, he opened them again to see Julie watching him. “Did you make a wish?” She nodded. “Did you?” she asked in a faraway voice. “Hmm, yeah. We’ll just have to wait and see if it comes true or not, won’t we?” he said cryptically.
She offered him a sexy grin, one clearly designed to fell a lesser man. “I don’t suppose I can convince you to tell me what you wished for, huh?” “Nice try, sweetheart.” Julie pouted, and Sam knew he was putty in her hands. God, she was captivating. Sam was desperate to lean down and kiss her. He wanted to undress her and touch every inch of her body with his lips and tongue. “You know that if I told you, then it wouldn’t come true anyway, remember?” “Yes, I suppose you’re right. Will you let me know if you get your wish at least?” “I will if you will,” he murmured. Satisfied, Julie nodded. “Deal.” Sam stroked the silky length of her dark brown hair. “We could shake on it,” he suggested. Her eyes lit with mischief. “We could. Sounds a little boring, if you ask me.” “Or…” He dipped his head and pressed his lips to her soft, warm mouth. Julie sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck. She moved closer, as if she wanted to spend a good long time sampling him. Damn good plan, Sam thought. He nudged the seam of her lips with his tongue, and her lips parted beneath his. Tongues met in a wild mating dance. She tasted of sweet, warm chocolate, and Sam knew he could easily become a glutton. He pulled back a few inches. “Earlier you said that I made you hot and bothered.” “Blurted it out, you mean,” she grumbled as she turned away, presenting him with the perfect view of her neck. Sam kissed her there, just behind her ear. Julie shivered. Sam’s voice dropped an octave as he admitted, “Either way, I’m glad you said it.”
“Yes, well, I think you’ve managed to turn the heat up a notch.” She cleared her throat. “In case you were curious or anything.” “Still feels a little chilly to me,” he said as he coasted his lips over her earlobe and nibbled. “W-we can’t have that,” she whispered, tilting her head to the side and giving him better access to her neck. Sam caved in to temptation and licked the smooth line of her neck. He could feel the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she pressed her body closer to his. Sam’s cock pulsed with the need to be buried inside her soft pussy. Damn, he hadn’t even taken off Julie’s clothes and already he ached for release. Sam was desperate to tear off her sweats, to see the full curves she kept hidden, but he didn’t want to rush her. She’d admitted her inexperience earlier, and Sam knew it would be better if he took the time to coax Julie’s passion to the surface, not demand it. “I’m out of my element here, Sam,” she softly confessed, confirming his conviction that he needed to take it slow. Nervous tension creased her brow, but the fingers tugging at his hair spoke of how turned on she was. The very last thing he wanted was for Julie to be shy and reserved. He wanted her to let go of her shyness, to feel free to explore him a little, because he sure as shit planned to explore her. Sam nudged her face toward his. “Sweetheart?” “Hmm?” she asked as her pleasure-filled gaze snared his. “Kiss me,” he urged. “Good idea.” She leaned into him and barely touched her lips with his. Unlike the mating of lips before, this kiss was light and fleeting but enough to have Sam’s blood pounding hot. He dipped his head and tasted the V-shaped bit of skin exposed at the front of the hoodie. He licked the warmth he
discovered there, enjoying the beat of her pulse pounding out a staccato rhythm beneath his tongue. Lifting a little, Sam asked, “More?” He watched her swallow hard, and even that seemed sexy. “It’d be oh so wrong to stop now,” she said, her voice not quite as steady as before. “Christ, you’re turning me on here.” She mumbled something unintelligible, but it was her responsiveness that sent a wave of primitive satisfaction through him. He wanted to be the only man with the privilege to hear that particular husky tone of voice from Julie. He brushed his lips across her throat one more time before placing a hand on the back of the swing next to her, caging her in. Sam ran a hand down her arm, then let his fingers drift over one cottoncovered breast. Through her bra and the thick material of the hoodie, he couldn’t tell if her nipples were hard little points or not, but if her breathing was any indication, she definitely liked his ministrations. As he cupped one full, round breast, shaping and kneading, he heard her beg his name. Sam stopped and looked her over. With her hair all around her shoulders, eyes half-closed with desire and her lips swollen from his kisses, she looked like an offering. Sam reached down with one hand and cupped her pussy through the sweats. “You want to come, sweets?” “So very badly.” She moaned. “I just might implode if I don’t.” Sam tsked. “We certainly can’t have that.” He kissed her cheek and breathed in her delicate scent. Sam took her hand in his and pressed it against his cock. “Feel what you do to me, Julie,” he gently ordered.
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