Sweet Submission

Sweet Submission by

Laura Guevara And Shara Azod

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Copyright© 2009 Collect on Delivery-Laura Guevara Copyright© 2009 Dance for Me-Shara Azod Cover Artist: Shara Azod Editor: Jennifer Puckett All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews. Due to copyright laws you cannot trade, sell or give any ebooks away. This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

Collect On Delivery By Laura Guevara

~1~ Brian was going to kill whoever was at the door. It was 8:38 in the fucking morning and the ringing doorbell had pulled him out of a deep sleep. He had worked late last night, getting into bed shortly after 3 AM after another grueling shift at the station. There had been a rather nasty car accident on the nearby interstate so he had to stay way past his shift until the area was cleared. The doorbell rang once more. Dressed in nothing but old sweats he managed to pull on before stomping out of his room he answered the door. “What the fuck do you want?” he barked out before the door was fully opened and he saw who was on the other side. The woman standing in front of him checked him out before she answered. “I’m selling Girl Scout cookies and I was told that the asshole who lived here bought them, but only if I dressed as a mail carrier.” Brian deserved that. He almost cracked a smile. He took his time examining the lovely spitfire in front of him, just as she had done to him. From the top of her United States Postal sun visor that provided some shade from scorching heat of the Texas sun to the bottom of her black sneakers. The drab postal uniform could not hide the lush body he knew he would find underneath. The blue buttoned up shirt stretched across her very ample breasts. The shirt was tucked into the dark blue shorts that hugged her thick thighs and voluptuous hips. She was all woman. All 5’8 inches of her. Lifting his gaze back up to her eyes he saw they were narrowed in anger and annoyance. Brian propped his shoulder against his the doorframe, giving her a lazy smile. “If you’re done checking me out, you have a package that needs to be signed for.” Oh, he had a package for her too. And if she bothered to look down again there was no way she would be able to miss it.

“There is a signature confirmation required so you need to sign on the received line.” She thrust a pen and a large yellow padded folder she retrieved from the satchel hanging from her right shoulder. Brian took the pen and package from her and scribbled his name on the line before handing it back to her. “When did you move to Hartford?” he questioned. As a police officer in a small town, Brian knew most of the residents and he had not seen the dark beauty around town. “Here you go, have a great day.” Brian took the envelope she shoved his way. The little spitfire completely ignored his question. He was about to ask her again when she turned to walk down the steps. It was then that Brian saw the backside view that kept his mouth shut so he could enjoy her walking away. If the woman was generous in the front, her backside was more impressive. And the damn uniform hid nothing. His eyes followed her as she went on her delivery route. She didn’t know it yet but Brian wanted her with a fierce passion he had never felt before. And Brian always got what he wanted. Going back inside, he dropped the padded envelope on the table and went back to bed. His thoughts were on the sassy woman who would soon share his bed as he drifted back to sleep. **** Leita Mallory muttered under breath as she continued delivering the mail. It was people like Brain Garrett that made her job a pain at times. Not even the stray dogs she encountered were as insufferable as that asshole. Like it was her fault he ordered something that needed to be signed for and then get all bent out of shape when she delivered it. This was her job after all. But she had to be honest with herself. That man, with his surly disposition, was a walking advertisement for a hot nasty night of pure unadulterated sex. Dark hair, with gray eyes, and muscles upon muscles….Leita immediately stopped her

thoughts. She was getting hot and bothered by a man who not only cussed at her but was also rude. Pulling out her water, she took a long drink before pulling the mail for the next house on the street. She probably shouldn’t have been smart with him but she didn’t take shit from anyone. No matter how appealing he was. By 12 pm she was starving, so she headed to the local diner for her thirty minute lunch break. Good thing too since temperatures were in the high nineties. Leita was used to the hot temperatures having lived in West Texas area all her life. Needing to start a new chapter in her life, Leita recently moved to Harford from San Angelo after she passed her postal exam. Fate seemed to interfere because a friend helped her get the newly vacant position in this small town. Leita did not hesitate in applying, accepting, and then moving. Never in a million years did she think she was going to end up a mail carrier and living in a small town but she took what fate dealt her. Finding a small apartment near the post office, she spent the week before starting her new job getting settled in her new place. It was nice and cozy, which suited her just fine. Finding a space in front of the diner, she parked and walked inside. The cold air of the AC hit her as soon as she walked in the door. The diner was filling up with the lunch crowd, with most of the folks looking at her as she walked to an empty table. She smiled and nodded at several of them. A waitress quickly approached with a menu in hand. “Hi there Leita, how are you doing today?” Leita smiled at April. Leita first met April on her third day in town and the bubbly waitress quickly befriended her. “Hey April, rough start this morning but things are looking up.” “Same here. The usual to drink?”

Leita nodded her head. April went off to get her large sweet tea as Leita looked the menu over. The bacon cheeseburger and fries sounded good. With all the walking she did, she could afford to treat herself once in awhile, though she could afford to lose those pesky ten pounds that seemed to stick to her thighs and ass. Oh well, she would just eat a healthy dinner tonight. April came back and Leita placed her order. Leita pulled out the mystery novel she checked out from the local library and read as she waited for her food. She was so engrossed in her novel, April surprised her when she brought out her order. “Sorry, hon, didn’t mean to startle you.” Leita dug in, with the book open on the table so she could continue to read as she ate. Looking at the clock, she saw that she had five minutes left. Closing her book, she put it back in her bag. Getting up from the table she took her ticket to the register and paid for her lunch. The police chief was having lunch at the counter. April introduced them. Sort of. “You met the police chief yet, Leita? No? Well let me introduce you. Leita Mallory meet the most obstinate selfish man in Hartford, scratch that all of Texas, Anthony Sanchez.” Leita tried to keep a straight face as she shook the police chief’s hand. It looked like April’s description didn’t faze him. “Please don’t pay her childish tantrums any mind. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Anything I can do please let me know. As for you,” he turned his attention back to April, “watch that sassy mouth of yours before it gets you into trouble.” Leita interrupted April’s retort and said her farewells to them and walked out into the scorching heat, questioning herself yet again why she took this job. As 3 pm rolled around Leita was back at the post office to end her tour. Most of the other employees were older people who had been there for numerous years yet they

didn’t make her feel like an outsider. Saying goodbye, she exited through the employee’s entrance and stopped in her tacks. Waiting by a huge black truck parked near the entrance was the sexy asshole from this morning. Brain Garrett. The name had imprinted in her brain after he opened the door in those low riding sweats she wished had slipped a little further down. Leaning against his truck, arms crossed over his chest, the man tempted her on so many levels. He looked so fuckable in dark sunglasses, t-shirt, and jeans. Taking a moment to compose herself, Leita continued to walk towards him before turning left on the sidewalk, walking right past him, not even giving him a cursory glance. She had no idea why he was there and she didn’t care. Well, ok, she was curious but she wasn’t going to let him know that. She had no time for assholes. “Hello,” Leita heard him say as he caught up with her, “will you stop a minute? I wanted to apologize for this morning.” That had Leita tripping over her own two feet. Thankfully, she was able to catch herself before she made a fool of herself. His hands had reached out to steady her but he pulled them back when she regained her footing. “You ok?” “Yes.” Leita turned to face him. He had the most engaging gray eyes. They were the color of wet cement. She couldn’t break free. And that scared her because for once in her life she didn’t want to run away. “If you’re off work, I would like to buy you a cup of coffee. Explain about earlier.” “I don’t drink coffee and quite frankly after the day I’ve had I want nothing more than to go home, shower and change. So if you’ll excuse…” “I’ll drive you home,” he interrupted.

The last was more of an order than a request. Leita shook her head, mad at herself for imagining things. “No need. I just live couple blocks away. Goodbye.” Again, Leita turned to leave but the stubborn man followed her. She stopped and faced him, anger written all over her face. “Let’s get one thing straight. I don’t need you to drive me or walk me home. I am very capable of doing so on my own. So just say what you have to say and then leave me the hell alone before I file a police report for stalking or harassment or something.” “I want to fuck you.” Well shit. That was the last thing she expected.

~2~ Brian smiled at the shocked expression on her face. He saw her swallow once, twice, a third time before she closed her mouth. He hadn’t intended on saying that, but she was being difficult. Brian had planned on taking her out for coffee, dinner, getting to know her a little better but since she was having none of that she left him no choice but to make his intentions clear. He turned when someone called out to him. “Hey, there Garret, how’s it going?” “Hello Mr. Johnson. How is Mrs. Johnson?” “Ornery as always,” the older man said as he came to a stop in front of them. “Hello, young lady. Kevin Johnson.” Brian watched as the older man held out his hand to his still mystery woman. “Hello, Mr. Johnson, nice to meet you. Leita Mallory.” Finally he had a name. “You’re the new mail carrier aren’t you?” “Yes, sir. Started last week.” “Seen you around town. Garrett this young lady has my mailed delivered to me by 8:15 am not like the last – lazy Wilkins. Was damned glad when I heard he finally decided to retire and move to Florida. Now if you have any trouble at all Miss Mallory just let Garrett here know and he’ll arrest them, won’t you, boy?’ “Yes, sir, I will. I won’t let anything happen to Miss Mallory.” Leita turned questioning eyes to him. Well hell, she was mad again. “Good, good.” With one last wave, Mr. Johnson continued on his daily walk. People who said that women were the biggest gossipers hadn’t met Kevin Johnson. By nightfall the whole town would know of their encounter.

“You’re a police officer?” “Yes,” he answered honestly. Brian could tell she was not pleased. “I’ve been with the Hartford Police Department for the past eight years.” “I see.” She started walking away from him yet again. Brian followed. They remained silent until they reached her small apartment above the only bookstore in town. “You were serious about what you said earlier? About…” “Fucking you? Yes, very serious.” “Why? You don’t even know me.” “I am a very good judge of character. It’s what makes me a good police officer. I can tell when someone is lying or guilty. As to why I want to fuck you, I think it’s pretty obvious.” His eyes once again took inventory of her body. “But I’m dressed in this sexless uniform.” She countered. “Honey, the outfit does not make the person underneath. I bet after I strip you naked, I’m going to find the most mouthwatering curves God ever created. Then once I touch you, and I will touch you everywhere with my hands, mouth, tongue, you are going to beg for more. Beg me to fuck you. Proving what I already know. That we will be explosive together.” “Pretty sure of yourself aren’t you?” Brian’s smile turned predatory as her eyes glazed over with desire, the sharp intake of breath, the way she licked her plump lips. Oh yeah, they were going to be explosive together. But first he had to gain her trust. “Have dinner with me Saturday night.” Brian saw her hesitation in her dark brown eyes before she responded.

“Yes,” she answered and then went up her stairs giving him another great view of her delectable bottom. One Brian planned to be very acquainted with very soon. He waited until she made her way inside before heading back to the post office parking lot for his truck. **** Leita closed the door behind her and watched as Brian Garrett walked back to his truck. She was still surprised that he had sought her out to apologize and then to drop that bombshell about wanting to fuck her. If her momma, may she rest in peace, had not raised her right, Leita would have easily taken what he was offering, without knowing a thing about him. Luckily, Mr. Johnson had interrupted, giving her time to regroup. That’s when she learned he was a police officer. It was upsetting at first because she had threatened to go to the police and press charges for stalking and he said nothing. Then he had walked her home and asked her out on a date Saturday night. At first, Leita thought about declining, but something about him changed her mind. She wanted to learn more about Officer Brian Garrett. A man like him did not apologize easily and he had waited for her until she got off of work. Not to mention walking her home. She felt safe with him. Something she hadn’t felt with a man since her father died all those years ago. So she had agreed and quickly gone up the stairs before he saw how anxious and excited she was about their date.

~3~ “You want to tell me why this is the fourth time we’re passing by the bookstore?” Brian ignored his partner, Jackson Ryan. He knew that Jackson would pick up on it but that didn’t stop him from patrolling the area again, three days in a row. Jackson had met his girlfriend when an intruder had broken into her home. Brian wanted to make sure that something like that didn’t happen to Leita. Unbeknownst to her, Brian had already checked her locks. Going as far as having a chat with the bookstore owner, Mrs. Hutchins about her security both for the bookstore and the upstairs apartment. “A woman,” Jackson laughed beside him. “Yeah,” Brian growled out the confession. Looking up he saw that the living room light was on. But he didn’t see any movement. Speeding up he turned left at the light. “So you expect trouble?” “No.” “So then why do we keep driving by? Spill it, Garrett.” Brian knew that Jackson was going to give him hell. Brian did when Jackson met Janie so he expected no less from his best friend and partner. So Brian broke down and told him of his first encounter with Leita and how he had been walking her home the past couple of days. He had thought about taking his truck but wanted the extra time to spend with her. It was something he had never done before, courting a woman. At first he wasn’t sure how it should be done, but he found out how easy it was to talk to her. And as much as he wanted to get her into his bed, he also enjoyed their banter. Leita had a quick wit and great sense of humor. He looked forward to 3 o’clock every day. “You can bring her over for Sunday dinner then. Janie will want to meet her.” Brian grunted as they continued with their patrol.

~4~ Brian was waiting for her as usual on Saturday when she left work. Everyday this past week, he had walked her home. Leita was fending off lots of questions from everyone she came across. It seemed the Brian rarely dated and was one of the most sought after men in town. This was the first time they had seen him show interest in anyone. Leita couldn’t help the joy that she experienced after hearing that. “Wasn’t sure if you were going to walk me home today since we are going to see each other later on tonight,” she commented as she reached his side. “And disappoint the town?” “You noticed that, too?” “Honey, we’ve given them something to talk about other than the weather.” Leita couldn’t help but laugh. Hartford was a small town, which translated to boring. So the new black girl dating the sexy white officer was the talk of the town. Leita wasn’t naïve; she knew that some people probably didn’t approve, but she couldn’t care one way or the other what people thought. If it didn’t bother Brian then she wouldn’t let it bother her. They arrived at her apartment all too soon. Walking up the stairs she opened her door before turning back to him. “I’ll pick you up at seven tonight.” Leita shook her head yes. “I’ll wear something sexy.” “Just make sure I won’t have to shoot anyone.” “What makes you think that they’ll be able to see it?” With a wink she closed the door on his growl. Leita laughed all the way to her room. First on the list was a long relaxing bath. She got a wax, pedicure, and manicure yesterday. So all she had to worry about today was fixing her hair. Getting in the water she sat down and let the warm water

take away her small aches and pains of the day. An hour later, she was freshly scrubbed and stepping into her blue terry robe. Waking over to her vanity, she applied moisturizer to her face and then switched to the scented cream for the rest of her body. It was a new seductive scent that she hoped Brian would like as much as she did. Finishing her routine, she went back out to her bedroom. The dress she was going to wear tonight was hanging from her closet door, still in the plastic covering from the department store where she bought it from almost a year ago. Leita had not had a chance to wear it but it would be perfect for tonight. It was a simple cream colored dress that showed off her curves. But it was what she would be wearing underneath that would knock a man’s socks off. A delicious cream slip and thong made out of lace and satin. The slip had an empire waist and felt sinful against her skin. It split just below the lacy cups, in a lacy flower pattern, showing off lots of skin. This would be the first time that Leita would wear it for a man. She had worn it a couple of times in the past when she needed to feel sexy. But tonight she would wear it for Brian. Both of them knew where tonight was headed. The strong sexual attraction was there since he opened the door and hadn’t lessened since then. It had done the opposite. It had intensified so much so that she feared she wouldn’t be able to wait until tonight. The man invaded her dreams, making her have to stock up on batteries for her toys. Speaking of which, she had to remember to get the box she had left on her kitchen table. She bought herself her first flogger and blindfold. She had become fascinated with it after coming across a scene in one of her books where the heroine was blindfolded and her lover used the flogger to tease her body. Leita was still reading up on the subject, doing research online, so she didn’t want Brian finding out about them just yet. Several hours later she was standing in front of her full length mirror admiring herself. Turning every which way, Leita took in every angle. She was not a conceited

woman, but right now she looked fine. The cream color looked gorgeous against her rich chocolate skin. The strappy heels finished off the outfit. It was a good thing that Brian was tall because the heels added three inches, and she was already a tall woman. The doorbell interrupted her final inspection. Dragging her eyes from the mirror to look at her clock, she saw that Brian was thirty-five minutes early. Leita should have guessed as much. “You’re early,” she chastised him as she opened the door, “what if I wasn’t dressed yet?” “Then we wouldn’t make our reservations. As it is I don’t think I want to share you with anyone. You look absolutely stunning.” Leita preened at his words and appreciative gaze. She couldn’t help but twirl for him. Brian stepped inside and closed the door. “You don’t want to tease me right now, woman. I am two seconds away from stripping you naked and impaling you on my cock right up against this door.” Leita gasped at his words. If the man didn’t shut up she was going to ruin her panties. “I’m almost done. Let me get my purse and we can be on our way. Please make yourself at home.” **** Brian was having a hard time not going after her. He could not stay away. Her parting words earlier that afternoon had tied him in knots. The dress hugged every curve and the color emphasized her satiny looking skin. By the time he got the damn thing off and saw what she was wearing underneath, he would be lucky if he didn’t come in his pants. Needing a cold drink, he walked over to the kitchen to get a drink of water. He was stopped short by what he saw lying on the table. Brian couldn’t help it. He walked up to the table and picked up the flogger. The leather felt so good in his hands. It would look even better

as he rained lashes on Leita’s body. He picked up the blindfold next, his fingers rubbing against the satiny material. “Ok, I’m ready.” Brian turned to her, the flogger and blindfold still in his hands. “Oh shit, I forgot about those.” He could see embarrassment written all over her face. “When were you going to tell me about this?” Brian knew his voice sounded rough but he couldn’t help it. “After dessert?” she joked. “It’s not something that I could have told you during our walks home. I was going to tell you, I just wanted to wait for the right time. If there ever is a right time to say oh by the way, I may be into getting flogged and blindfolded.” “What about cuffs?” “What about them?” “Do you want to be tied up too?” “Yes.” Brian tried to regulate his breathing. Needing to stay in control of himself. The images of Leita tied to his bed, blindfolded, as he used the flogger on her, running through his head was making it extremely difficult to do so. “Do you have a pair of cuffs?” he found himself asking. “Yes, they’re furry and blue to match the blindfold.” His cock swelled in the tight confines of his pants. Dinner was going to be cancelled. There was no way he was letting her out of this apartment looking like that, most importantly not without making her his first.

“Oh no you don’t. We’re going to dinner. I am starving and if I’m right about that look on your face, I’m going to need sustenance to keep up with you.” Setting the flogger and blindfold back on the table Brian walked back to her. Taking her in his arms, his mouth came down to hers. He was getting his taste one way or another. Right now he would settle for a kiss. Lifting his head, he saw her lipstick was smudged, her lips swollen from his punishing kiss. “We have to leave right now.” “Wait, you have my lipstick all over you,” she said as she reached up to wipe it off. “Now I’m going to have to fix mine, too.” Brian didn’t give a damn. He stood silently as she finished wiping the lipstick away. “Stay right there, I need to wash my hands before I get it all over my dress and then reapply my lipstick.” She didn’t wait for a response just turned and walked back to her room. Brian was a smart man he really was. He knew that if he followed her back to her bedroom, they would never make the dinner reservation. Yet he couldn’t stop himself from following her. He found her in the bathroom. Gray and brown eyes connected in the mirror. Dinner was most definitely cancelled.

~5~ Leita watched as Brian closed the distance between them. Their gaze still held in the mirror. She could see the hunger in his eyes. She was sure that he could read the same in hers. Pressing up against her body, his large hands settled on her hips. Leita’s body rejoiced at the feel of his big muscled body against hers. His hips pressing against her ass, Leita could feel his erection through the layers of clothing. She couldn’t help but push back, molding herself against him. “Where’s the zipper on this thing?” Leita had to swallow several times before she could answer him. “On the right side of my dress,” she managed to breathe out. Leita moved her arm to show him where it was located. His hand lifted from her hip and began to pull the zipper down. Leita was amazed at his slow movements. She could feel the urge in him and yet he pulled the zipper down so slowly it was pure torture. The man just gave her a knowing smile. Leita just continued to hold his gaze. His smile wouldn’t last long when he saw what she was wearing underneath the dress. She just bided her time and smiled sweetly at him. Once the zipper was down, he pulled the sleeves down her arms and breasts, giving him the first look at her slip. He stopped as he stared at her breasts. The lace and satin material clung to them, molding them in the soft fabric. “Take the rest of it off. Now.” Leita didn’t miss the steel command in his voice. Taking the material in her hands, she began to pull the dress down, shimmying against him as she tugged the dress off her hips. Leita let the dress fall down around her feet. His sharp intake of breath was loud in the small bathroom.

Brian stepped away from her and ordered her to turn around. She did as he asked, trying to keep the smile from her face. His eyes devoured the entire length of her body. Leita tried to keep still but she was horny and needed him to do something about it. “You wore this for me tonight.” It wasn’t a question but a fact. “Tell me, baby, because I need to know. Have you worn this for another man?” Leita shook her head no. “I wore it tonight for you because I knew that we were going to end up in bed after dinner. Do you like it,” she asked innocently. “Like is not the right word, but I don’t have enough blood in my brain to think of the correct one.” Leita laughed at his honesty. “Oh, my poor baby. I can change into something else if you like.” Leita laughed again as his eyes narrowed in annoyance. “You like playing and teasing, don’t you, baby? I like it, too. Let’s see how much of a good girl you can be as we play with your new toys.” With that he stalked out of the room. Damn, the man meant to use the flogger and blindfold on her tonight. Leita made it as far the bedroom door. Brian was already coming back with said items in hand. Leita swallowed hard. She moved back into the room. “Come here, Leita.” She obeyed him instantly. “Do you know what a safe word is?” “Yes.” “Your safe word is flowers. If you’re uncomfortable with anything tonight all you have to do is say your safe word and we’ll stop. You understand.” “Yes, flowers. I understand.” “Good. First I’m going to put the blindfold over your eyes. Then I’m going to remove this thing,” he said fingering the slip, “and then we’ll play with the flogger.”

Leita was finding it difficult to breathe by the time he was done telling her what was going to happen. Just thinking about the leather straps against her skin made her squeeze her thighs together. This would be the first time she had allowed someone the privilege. There had to be sense of trust between partners so that they could both find satisfaction in the act. Already her panties were soaked. Then she didn’t have time to do anything else because Brian was pulling the blindfold over her head and over her eyes, leaving her in darkness. **** Brian took a step back to watch Leita as she fidgeted where she stood. She looked gorgeous standing in her high heels, slip, and blindfold. Brian had finally found a woman who shared in his sexual preferences. While traditional sex was good, Brian had always craved more. He wanted control over his partner. He wanted to push their bodies as far they could go before he let them climax. Making the orgasm that much more intense and gratifying. Earlier tonight when he saw the flogger and blindfold he couldn’t believe his eyes. He knew then that she was the perfect woman for him. Taking the lacy satiny material once again in his hands it felt so smooth and soft but he needed to touch her bare skin. As much as he liked it, he needed to take it off. Grabbing it in two fistfuls, he tore it off of her and threw it off to the side. Leita was left standing in nothing but her lacy thong and heels. “Oh baby, this is just perfect.” His hands wasted no time in learning the texture and feel of her body. Her breasts overfilled his large hands, her hard little nipples pressing against the palm of his hand, his mouth demanding a taste. Dropping to his knees he took one nipple into his mouth, sucking it deep. He heard Leita’s moans. Her hands had become entangled in his hair. Brian just grunted as she pulled his hair in her pleasure. Switching

breasts, he gave the other the same treatment. The harder he sucked and bit, the harder she pulled on his hair. He was going to have to tie her hands back because she was a strong woman and would leave him bald in the throes of her orgasm. Brian couldn’t get enough of her breasts, but he needed to stop. There was plenty more to taste and explore.

~6~ Leita heard him moving around, her head turning to where she thought he was. This was such a new experience. Using her other senses to experience tonight’s celebration. She had kept her eyes closed before but it wasn’t the same. The blindfold added a new dimension that she craved. Leita squeaked when she felt the tip of the flogger on her lower back. The supple leather ends brushing against her skin. “I could do this all night, watching the leather glide all over your tempting body. But you need more, don’t you Leita?” “Yes, a lot more,” she implored, barely able to stay upright. Her knees were wobbly not supporting her as he continued his assault on her body. She needed so much more. “Like this?” Leita braced herself for the first sting of the flogger but instead she felt the tips of his fingers, lightly touching her hip, taking his hand up to her neck where he pushed her hair out of the way. She was so entranced in his touch that when the flogger finally landed on her ass, she let out a loud gasp. The slight pain was bittersweet as the leather straps landed on her skin. “We’ll start with light strokes first. Then increase slowly. Your body will tell me what you want.” Brian kept his word. The force of the lashes increased as the sounds of her moans of pleasure got louder and louder. “Oh, oh!” She swayed in her heels. Over and over the flogger came down on a different part of her backside, her hips, back of her thighs, her back, and every little sting sending wave after wave of thrilling pleasure to her pussy. It took several minutes but

Leita’s pleasure drugged brain finally figured out that Brian would caress a part of her body before she felt the lashes of the flogger. “Lovely, absolutely lovely,” she heard Brian say from somewhere to her side. The pause gave her time to regroup and notice that he had stopped. “Are you okay?” Leita turned to her right, where he had spoken into her ear, “Yes, but Brian you need to do something. Please don’t leave me on fire like this.” “Don’t worry honey, I’m nowhere near done. But I think you’ll be more comfortable on the bed.” Leita was having a hard enough time standing she didn’t think she could walk the short distance to the bed. She shouldn’t have worried, she soon found herself in Brian’s arms, being carried there. Brian deposited her on the middle and pulled her hand upwards. It felt a little uncomfortable but not enough that she wanted to say her safe word. “Now are you going to be a good girl and keep your hands here, or do you need me to cuff you?” Leita was not sure if she could keep her hands above her head but he took the decision out of her hands. “Tell me where you keep the cuffs.” “They are in my nightstand, right side of the bed.” Leita felt him shift so that he could get them. The loud click of the cuffs as they closed around her wrists vibrated throughout the room. “Thought I had forgotten about the cuffs, didn’t you, my beautifully freaky Leita?” If her arms were free she would have slugged him or better still reeled him in for a kiss. “Just because I like being tied up does not make me a freak.”

“Really? Because right now you are tied up, blindfolded, and about to be flogged again. So if that doesn’t make you a freak then I want to know what does.” “Shut up, Brian, and hurry the hell up.” “Spoken like a true freak,” Brian laughed above her. She lifted her foot to kick him but he read her movements and pinned her down. “Don’t be mad, honey; lucky for you I happen to love freaks.” “I think you better rephrase that,” Leita challenged. She better be the only freak he knew. “You have nothing to be jealous about Leita. You know that, right honey?” “Yes, but I just wanted to hear you say it.” She got a love bite to her shoulder for her trouble, but Leita just laughed. The man did have a thing for small love bites. Soon it turned into a loud groan. Brian had shifted on the bed and was now exploring the front of her body, tracing a never ending invisible line that lead nowhere and everywhere. She was writhing and arching into him needing to feel the flogger in certain places. The cuffs keeping her anchored to the middle of the bed. By the time Brian finally zeroed in on her clit, she was in such a bad way she would have done anything to get the orgasm she needed. “Open your legs Leita, as wide as you can.” Done. “No matter what I do, keep them open just like that.” Damn. “If you can’t keep them open, I will find some restraints to make sure that you do.” Shit.

Leita wasn’t going to last. As soon as Brian touched her, she was going to have the most amazing orgasm of her life. Thoughts evaded her as Brian began to move the flogger up one thigh and then down the other. Her thighs quivered with the need to close them, trapping the flogger between them, but she kept them open. Unexpectedly Brian moved in and took a swipe at her drenched mound. The loud piercing scream that she let out could have shattered glass. “Ohmyohmyohmy, Brian,” she let out another shout as he found her clit, sucking it into his mouth, the flogger laying across her belly as he feasted on her. Within seconds she was spiraling out of control. Brian sensed it, too, because the evil bastard pulled back. “Why the hell did you stop!” she yelled in frustration. “I’m not done using the flogger.” “What?” Leita couldn’t believe him. In response Brian brought down the flogger down slightly on one thigh then the other. Alternating between soft slaps then tracing her skin from the apex of her thighs down to her ankles then back up again, never touching her pussy. “Oh fuck! Brian higher, please just a little bit higher,” she pleaded, thrashing on the bed, thighs trembling with need. “Here?” he asked as he carefully brought the flogger down on across one breast. The soft skin of the tail ends of the flogger slapping against her nipples, making them impossibly harder. Leita arched off the bed, her legs closing. “Keep your legs open, Leita,” he warned, still showering her breasts with the flogger. When she complied, he rewarded her by taking an aching nipple deep in his mouth, sucking hard. Leita could do nothing to ease her frustrations as Brian switched breasts, taking the other nipple in the same manner as its twin. She was mindless with need when he

finally released her and kissed his way down her imperfect belly until he finally reached her drenched pussy. He wasted no time zeroing in on her clit as his large hands held her immobile as he continued to eat at her. Her body didn’t know how to process it all. She felt everything. The cold air of the AC as it blew across her body. The beads of sweat rolling off her forehead, and the way his tongue moved so skillfully bringing her closer and closer to the brink. And like before he stopped right as she on the edge. “Brian Garrett, if you don’t finish me off and give me what I need I’ll tie you to this bed for the rest of the weekend!” Even though she knew that she couldn’t get loose, she pulled against the cuffs in fruitless effort. She couldn’t help herself, Leita closed her legs to try to get some release. “I warned you about keeping your legs open.” Before she could respond, he got up from the bed and went into her closet. “Brian what are you doing?” He didn’t reply. Was he serious? Leita found out how serious he was when he came back to the foot of the bed and took her left ankle into his hands. She felt something come around her ankle. “Since you can’t follow directions, you left me no choice but to restrain your legs. I’m using two of your scarves.” Within minutes, she was spread eagled on the bed, her legs tied to the posts of the bed and her arms cuffed above her head. Oh, and she was blindfolded. Leita was truly immobile and exposed but she wasn’t frightened. No, she was enjoying the hell out of it. Brian seemed to like it, too. “This is much better. I should have done it from the beginning.” Leita snorted at his words.

The bed dipped as he climbed back up to settle between her splayed thighs. “Are you ready to come, baby?” Leita almost said ‘Is your dick hard?’ but managed to hold her tongue. No doubt he would do something to prolong the orgasm she badly needed. So instead she said, “yes, please.” “So polite,” he laughed. Again Leita bit her tongue on a smart ass retort. Brian kept his promise, his mouth came back down to her pussy, sucking her clit aggressively. Her hips lifted off the bed, pushing her pussy against his mouth. Leita barely heard him give her permission to come over her cries as her orgasm rocked through her body. Brian was still lapping and nibbling at her when she finally came back to her senses. “I can’t wait any longer. I need to get inside you.” Leita nodded her head in agreement. As much as she loved his mouth on her, she needed to feel his thick cock pounding away inside her. “Well then hurry the bloody hell up,” Leita demanded. Brian didn’t waste any time burying as deep as he could go with one hard thrust. Pausing only a second, giving her time to regain her breath, before moving with slow easy strokes. Leita sighed as she finally felt him inside of her. “We’re going soft and slow Leita. I’ve waited too long to rush this.” She wanted to look at him as he moved against her but the blindfold was still on. “Kiss me, Brian, please.” She needed to feel a closer connection to him. She could taste herself on his lips as he kissed her. As his thrusts gained momentum, so did their kiss. Brian suddenly broke the kiss. “Yes, baby, keeping moving with me just like that. Almost there, stay with me Leita.”

Leita heard him talking but couldn’t comprehend anything but her name because Brian changed positions, making sure his cock came in contact with her clit with every plunge. Not long after Leita felt the another orgasm start from somewhere deep within her, coursing through her body, through her every nerve ending, until she exploded beneath him, all around him before losing consciousness. When she came to, it was to find Brian had pulled the blindfold off and was raining kisses all over her face, stroking her damp hair off her face. “You back with me, gorgeous? You okay? How are you feeling? Did I hurt you?” She tried to him that she was fine, that he could never her hurt. That she trusted him, but she couldn’t get the words out. “Drink some water.” As she came up on her elbows, it was then Leita realized that Brian had released her from the cuffs and scarves. She drank as Brian held a cup to her mouth. She finished the whole thing. Lying back down on the pillows, she couldn’t help the euphoric grin spreading across her face. “That’s exactly how I feel, my lovely Leita.” She laughed as she threw her arms around his neck, tackling him back down to the bed. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she repeated over and over as she kissed his lips, his cheeks, his forehead, anywhere her lips landed. “How long was I out,” she asked as she settled herself on top of his body. “About ten long minutes, I was getting a little anxious.” She laughed. “Oh Brian, I would say I was sorry, but I would be lying. You should be proud of yourself.” “I am, you little minx.”

Leita laughed again, burying her face in neck, shifting to get more comfortable. She felt her erection against her leg. “So soon?” she asked as she rose onto her elbows to see his face. “Shhh…it’s ok Leita. I can wait. I just want to hold you against me while we wait for the pizza I ordered while you were out.” “I hope you ordered more than one because I am starved and probably finish one all by myself.” “I ordered three large and buffalo wings.” “A man after my own heart.” “I already own that, too, baby.” “How long did you say we had before it was delivered?” Leita didn’t wait for a response as she climbed on top of him. “We have time for a quickie.” **** Brian parked the truck in Janie’s driveway, right behind Jackson’s truck. Jackson had phoned Brian this morning with an invite to an impromptu bar-b-que. He and Leita were still in bed when he received the call. Brian almost didn’t answer. As it was they were already late, their shower, going longer than expected. By the time they arrived, Jackson had the grill roaring. Janie answered the door. “About time you got here. Jackson was ready to put an APB out for you.” “He never did have any patience. Janie Flores meet Leita Mallory.” “Pleasure to meet you, Leita. Please come in.” Janie gave each of them a hug. “Jackson’s waiting for you in the back. Leita and I will get to know each other in the

kitchen.” Brian gave her a squeeze before heading out to the back. Following Janie to the kitchen, Leita could barely keep up with woman. She talked about how she met Jackson then Brian, seven months ago. “So, fill me in on how you and Brian hooked up. Women have been chasing that man, some of them making a nuisance of themselves. Very embarrassing.” They laughed as Leita described their first encounter. “Yeah, that sounds like Brian.” They continued to finish getting the rest of the things ready as they talked. Jackson came in and Janie introduced them. The door bell chimed again as Jackson went back outside. “Be right back, waiting on two more people.” When Janie returned to the kitchen she was followed by the police chief. “Tony have you met, Leita?” “Yes, met her at the diner. How are you doing?” “Good, thank you.” Leita remembered what April said about Tony and smiled. Janie said she was waiting for one more person, Leita wondered if Janie was up to something. Sure enough, ten minutes later April joined them in the kitchen. This was about to get very interesting.

~Epilogue~ April was looking forward to the relaxing bar-b-que that Janie invited her to. Everyone in town knew that Jackson was a great cook and grill master. Having grown up in Hartford she had always known Jackson, Brian, and the twins Tony and Andres Sanchez.

They were the most sought after bachelors in town. Now that Jackson and Brian were taken it left the Sanchez twins as the only ones left of the group available. Following Leita and Janie outside, April spotted Tony near the grill. “Fuck me,” she muttered under her breath. Pasting a mega watt smile, she joined the rest of group.

Dance For Me By Shara Azod

~1~ Marina was dancing tonight. Deacon left the sanctuary of his office tucked in the back of the lower level of the sprawling three story club he co-owned with best friend in long purposeful strides. He needed to be safely hidden away in the far corner of the midlevel of the club where many came to dance and blow off steam. Safe in the back corner of the bar, he had an excellent view of the gilded cage where Marina Castillo danced four nights a week. He watched her every night she was working from the very first night, unable to stay away. There was just something about her that drew him. Relationships were not something Deacon did. His last long term one had been his marriage, which had blown up in a spectacular disaster. Not one to talk it out, he had held all the bitterness inside, letting it fester for far too long. It had been Maximilian, his best friend, who had finally dragged him back into the land of the half-living. Since then, Deacon had devoted his time into becoming a man firmly in control. He didn’t allow himself to feel, didn’t allow anyone close to him. Until Marina. He had been the one who auditioned her. Fresh faced at twenty-three, she had applied for a position on the upper floor as a burlesque dancer. Having come to the Land of Angels from Texas, she had fast lost any starry-eyed hope of being “discovered”. Being a waitress only allowed for the basics. Deacon admired that she had steadfastly refused to be sucked down into the murky underbelly of the city, preferring to use her considerable dancing skills in a risqué way, but not taking that final step to stripping. His club didn’t have strippers. There was no mystery in it. He wasn't against it; he just preferred to cater to the senses. He had to admit, she would have been perfect for the job, but from the first time those soulful brown eyes locked on him and started to move, he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t have her up on stage with all lustful gazes on her luscious body.

A wave of possessiveness unlike any he’d ever known washed over him. No man would throw dollars at her feet, clamor around her dressing room, attempt to woo her with bullshit and charm. He hired her all right and put her in a cage. It was perverse of him, but it was a way he could watch her and be sure no one ever touched her. Cage dancers didn’t make anywhere near the amount burlesque dancers did, but he paid her the same as any of the men or women that danced upstairs on the stage. No one was the wiser, except for the floor manager, Sunshine, and Ruby, who had been with the club from its beginning. Hell, Ruby had helped build the club, much to Maximilian’s annoyance. She, too, danced in a cage, much to his partner’s displeasure; though she made way more than a burlesque dancer or cage dancer combined. Ruby made more than the floor manager. She was a sheer force of nature, a member of the proverbial family. There would be no club without her. More importantly, Ruby was Deacon’s spy where Marina was concerned. For whatever reason, Marina didn’t socialize with many of the other staff. Ruby was the only person he had ever seen her talk to, shared an after work drink with. He hadn’t asked Ruby to spy, it just sort of happened naturally. Not that Ruby told him much, but he told her enough. Marina was single, no boyfriend, lived alone. She was an actress, but she was no longer looking to break into the movies. She wanted a steady gig, maybe a soap opera, something understated that wouldn’t put her too much into the limelight. She was celibate by choice because no man could seem to get her off. That little tidbit Ruby had dropped deliberately, knowing of Deacon’s intense interest before he had been able to admit it to himself. But then, Ruby was like that. The woman was too perceptive for her own good. Well, about everyone other than herself. She was the only one he had ever told the unvarnished fucked up story of his marriage. Not even

Maximilian knew the whole story. He still wasn't really sure how she had managed to do it, but he found himself pouring his guts out one night to occasional sympathetic murmurs. When it was all said and done, she’d simply patted his hand and walked away like it never happened. Deacon had felt like a giant weight had been lifted, better for having told someone, but more than a little unnerved how easily it had slipped out. According to Ruby, he and Marina were made for each other. Marina with her soft curves, sweet smile, and a submissive streak a mile wide and he with all the alpha assholeness one man could have were supposedly a match made in heaven. As much as it irked him that Ruby was right again, Deacon was also convinced this was probably true. He couldn’t stop himself from watching her, couldn’t stop his dick from jumping with every sway of her hips. He couldn’t help straining to hear her voice whenever she spoke. He hadn’t even been able to play downstairs for the past five months now. The simple pleasures to be had on the lower floor couldn’t hold a candle to the fantasy of a woman he rarely talked to. It was going to come to a head sooner or later. Marina wouldn’t be dancing in a cage forever. Deacon knew he couldn’t hold her with a job. He didn’t want to hold her to him like that anyway. He was going to have to make his move before she moved on. He just hoped like hell he didn’t fuck it up. He was a man of few words. Subtlety just wasn't his strong suit. Would she run from him? If she did, it would only make him chase her. Lord, he didn’t want to scare her. He wasn't going to tie her in his cellar or anything. His bed maybe, but he wasn't a psycho. But he had waited too long; he knew that. His hunger for her burned his guts every time he looked at her. Tonight. He should probably try to talk to her after work tonight. He’d wait until the club closed and ask her out. Simple right?

Hell no. He wanted to eat her alive. He wanted to bury his face between her legs and feast. He wanted her come coating his cock, dripping down to tickle his balls. Shit, he had it bad. “You ever gonna talk to her?” How six feet six inches of solid muscle ever snuck up on a person was a perpetual mystery, yet Maximilian did it with ease. The man resembled the idealized version of a Viking, complete with white and wheat blonde hair falling to his shoulders and chilling ice blue eyes. He intimated most people just by walking into a room. Well, except for Ruby who seemed to take delight in yanking the tiger by his tail. And the big dumb ox just let her, too. “Talk to who?” Deacon asked, his eyes trailing Marina as she made her way to the back entrance. He stood outside in the shadows every night she worked, even though there were bouncers working every entrance and watching for the women who worked there. Deacon felt it his duty to ensure Marina’s safety. It was something he never questioned in himself. “Keep that shit up and someone’s gonna sweep her from right under your nose,” Maximilian warned with his usual no-nonsense candor. “Lot of Doms been asking about her. She usually gets at least three to five crowding around her cage a night, not counting those who watch from a distance. But then again, you know that, don’t you?” He knew it alright. He’d warned more than a few of the aggressive types off her. It was no surprise his partner had seen his interest. They were tight like that. Too bad Maximilian couldn’t see his own predicament with similar clarity. “Hello, pot, my name is kettle,” Deacon snorted, not taking his eyes away from the woman he was tracking.

“You let me worry about my little fairy queen.” Ruby would punch him straight in the balls had she heard Maximilian call her that. The short little pocket Venus hated to be reminded of her lack of inches, especially by her nemesis. “She’s not going anywhere. But that one,” Maximilian nodded toward the woman now disappearing inside. “You better tie that down. The natives are getting restless.”

~2~ Decadence might be the hottest club in L.A., but Marina had every intention of putting in her notice tonight. She may never be the famous actress she had moved from a tiny town in Texas to become, but at least now she was a real actress with a real job. She never had to deal with assholes pinching her ass while she dance suspended in a golden cage again. Even though it was strictly against the rules to manhandle the caged dancers, people did it anyway. It wasn't like she could stop them. She had even typed up the two week notice, just to rub it in her supervisor’s face. Sunshine Adams was a pain in Marina’s ass. The petite blond hadn’t wanted to hire her in the first place. Marina wasn't really sure how she got the job, but her first interview hadn’t been promising. She was shocked she’d been called back for an audition. She had come in with an attitude of her own, just so she could match the one Miss Sunshine seemed to have. Like that was her real name. To her shock, Sunshine hadn’t been the one who auditioned her. It had been Deacon, co-owner of the club. Marina had never danced so hard in her life. If she was honest with herself, she would admit the reason she stayed so long was Deacon. Not that he ever talked to her after her audition. Decadence was actually four clubs in one. The main floor where she worked was simply a dance club. The upper level was more of a burlesque club for men and women alike, the lower level was the dungeon. Decadence was a member’s only BDSM club. Because it was members only, and membership cost a pretty penny, Marina’s paycheck was damned generous. It had gotten her a decent apartment and fed her while she went on endless auditions. It finally paid off. She was going to be a permanent member of a Persian soap opera. Weird, considering she was Hispanic, but hey, the script was in English so who cared if she

wasn't actually Persian? It paid better than being a cage dancer, and maybe after finally getting a car and saving up a little, she could move to a better neighborhood. Slipping into her costume for the night she contemplated what would be like not to have to take the bus, bum a ride, or practically run into her apartment and locking the four locks on her door. Happily making plans in her head she headed straight to Sunshine’s office. The witch wasn't in yet so she dropped the resignation on her chair so she would be sure to see it. Damn it felt good, even if her boss wasn't here to see her smug smile. Humming a happy tune Marina pivoted on her heel and ran smack into one very hard chest. She didn’t have to look up to see who it was. Although she was wearing five inch stilettos, the man towered over her. If that wasn't enough to give it away, there was his scent. She couldn’t identify the smell; all she knew was it was woodsy, masculine and it tingled her nose firing off feelings women couldn’t afford to have about her boss. Deacon. “Excuse me. I was just leaving.” She took a quick peak upward through her lashes, trying to prepare herself for the quickening in her belly she knew was coming. Nope, didn’t work. She got all fluttery inside whenever she saw him. Being this close only made it worse. The man was walking sin. As if his dark auburn curls and light blue-gray eyes weren’t enough, he was built like a quarterback, all big and strong without being a steroid junkie. He was the kind of man that made women just want to climb him and cuddle. He had this dangerous thing going on, complete with a tattoo of a wicked looking scimitar on the side of his neck. She really wanted to lick that damn thing. “No problem.” Yeah, she had almost forgotten about that voice. It wasn't that it was deep, just so damn smooth and calm. Like thick honey. “I saw you; I just didn’t feel like moving.”

Marina ducked her head, unsure of how to reply. Luckily, Sunshine chose that moment to sail into the room, her cloying perfume saturating everything in her path. Time to go. “I have to get on the floor,” she mumbled scurrying off. Well, at least the man of her darkest dreams would get to see the witch’s reaction to her resignation. That was good enough. “That ungrateful guttersnipe!” Deacon knew Sunshine didn’t care for the vivacious Latina, but guttersnipe? He frowned considering the implications of what his floor manager had unwittingly exposed. “Does she think an opportunity like this comes along every day? I give her a job and she just walks away? Well, it’s a good thing I kept the applications when she first started. I figured she wouldn’t work out.” “Oh, really?” Deacon calmly sat down on the corner of her desk, pushing the scattered papers that littered the surface out of his way. Sunshine preened as if his actions were an implication of his interest in her. How wrong the little soon-to-be unemployed woman was. “Because if I remember correctly you didn’t hire her, I did. In fact, you were dead set against it if I recall correctly.” Sunshine had the grace to blush, but not the common sense to keep her mouth shut. “Well, just because she could out dance the others didn’t mean she was right for Decadence. I mean, they all have rhythm, just like nig – er, black people.” Deacon didn’t say anything. He let his eyes speak for him. He had learned that sometimes it was best to show a person how he was feeling rather than tell him. He could be sued if he told the bleached blonde with fake tits what he really felt about her. Sunshine squirmed in her seat turning bright red as he continued to stare. He probably should have fired her long ago. Sunshine had once been on the short list to be his sub. Things hadn’t

worked out, so he gave her a job managing the dance part of the club instead. That had been a mistake. “Here, just read this.” Sunshine thrust the paper toward him as if anything that was written on that paper could excuse what she’d just said. He waited a few seconds before taking the paper, just long enough for her hand to start shaking. Skimming the letter, he quickly revised his game plan. He wasn't going to fire Sunshine, nor was he letting Marina quit. There was something about the petite beauty that called to him. From the moment she auditioned he knew he had to have her. The way she’d danced, looking straight into his eyes; it hadn’t been like a strip tease, it was far beyond sexual. It had been sensual. The mesmerizing movement of her hips, the gentle sway of her body. It had been a seduction, and he had been willingly seduced. She didn’t know it, but he watched her every night she danced. He had cameras stationed everywhere in the club, a wall of monitors in his office showed him any and everything he wished to see, and he wished to see her. Unlike when she danced for him she kept her eyes closed, never making eye contact with anyone milling around her cage. He had warned no less than five Dom and Dommes to keep their hands off her, expelled two who ignored his warnings. He had been waiting until she was ready. Now he saw he had waited too long. “Don’t call anyone just yet. She’s not quitting.” He placed the letter on the desk rather than hand it back to her. He stood in one fluid move, walking to the door without a backward glance. “But she resigned! You surely aren’t thinking of asking her to stay! The girl is simply impossible to deal with!”

Deacon paused, his hand on the doorknob. He wasn't about to turn around to face Sunshine, but he wasn't going to let her comments slide either. “From now on you report to Ruby. Make sure you clean out this office within the hour and be in costume in Marina’s cage. That is, if you still want a job.” He closed the door behind him with a quiet click, striding quickly down the hall. He didn’t pause until he was standing in front of Marina’s cage. It took a moment for her to notice, but she when she did, bless her she didn’t pause. Those deep brown eyes locked on him, her dance changed, her movements slowing, yet deepening at the same time. He was already hard. Hell, he had been hard since she ran into him in Sunshine’s office. He had seen her there. He saw her drop the letter on the chair, saw her smug smile, and watched her turn. He had stood there on purpose, waiting for her body to crash into his. It gave him an excuse to touch her. No, her dance didn’t make him hard, it made him ache. As much as he wanted her, Deacon knew he had to wait. Marina had to understand who he was first. She deserved to come into this relationship with eyes wide open. Because once he made her his, he wasn't letting her go.

~3~ “Come with me.” Marina stared at the man standing at the open door to her cage. Had he seen the letter? Had Sunshine told him some imagined wrong to make him want to kick her out now? He didn’t look angry, but then, Deacon never looked any particular way. He had a near constant poker face. It was his eyes that gave away how he was feeling, and right now his eyes looked hot. They heated her skin, making her feel weak and needy. Though if she had any sense of self preservation she would have carefully gotten down from the cage on her own, instead Marina willingly allowed Deacon to lift her down. This might be her one and only chance to feel his hands on her body. It was a mistake. Once the large warm hands clasped around her waist, she had a wild urge to wrap her legs around him and never let go. Now you’re just being crazy, she mentally chided. He merely wanted to talk to her. Probably about the resignation letter. He had no real interest in her or any of his employees. That was one thing about this club, neither of the owners took advantage of their employees. “If you would, Ms. Castillo, I would like to have a word with you in my office.” He didn’t raise his voice, but Marina could hear him clearly despite the loud, thumping music blaring from the club’s various speakers. He wasn’t mad; at least not at her. His intense gaze sent shivers racing down her spine, but it wasn’t because she feared she’d be prematurely fired or anything. No, his gaze held heat of a whole different kind. Damn, how many times had she and just about every other female that worked here longed for Deacon to look at her like that. Her most fevered fantasies couldn’t begin to come close to the reality, however. Those eyes made her feel all burning hot and cold at the same time.

“Am I in some kind of trouble?” She couldn’t think of a thing she might have done. Whenever Sunshine decided to act the bitch, Marina was the queen of letting it slide off her back. Usually it was Ruby who gave Sunshine hell. “Do you want to be?” Marina got the distinct impression he was teasing, but she couldn’t be sure. His expression never changed. Apparently, he noticed her dilemma as he finally looked away from her face. His gaze swept down her front, pausing at her breasts. Marina could have sworn there was a tick in his jaw as he noted her suddenly rock hard nipples. He didn’t lead the way. Instead he took a step back, waving his hand to indicate she was to go first. A dry lump formed at the base of Marina’s throat. Deacon’s office was downstairs in The Dungeon. She’d never been to that part of the club. Her audition a year ago had taken place upstairs in Burlesque, which specialized in stage shows of varying naughty types. Maximilian’s office was there. No one but members or employees who had undergone extensive background checks and who’d signed iron clad non-disclosure agreements ever descended the elevators to the lower level. She had to stand outside the shiny metallic doors while Deacon punched in the security code to get the contraption to slide open. Nothing could have prepared Marina for the site that greeted her as the elevator came to a full stop, the doors silently sliding open. She didn’t really know what she expected the Dungeon to look like, but it definitely wasn’t what she was seeing now. It may have been childish, but she’d always thought the Dungeon would like a dungeon, the kind found in drafted old stone castles complete with torture racks, men in leather wielding a cat-o’-ninetails, filled to the rafters with tormented screams of the self-damned. The place looked like a parody of an Old English gentleman’s club, complete with comfortable looking high backed leather chairs, alcoves with velvet settees, areas of couches

and love seats clustered together in groups. A dark polished bar stood in the middle of the room. No less than four bartenders hustled about filling orders from scantily leather clad waiters and waitresses. None of that was really shocking. It was more the other items scattered around the room that blew her mind. People were both relaxing in one of the prescribed areas right alongside with people either tethered to, or congregated around various odd furniture touches like the standing X’s with both men and women cuffed arms and legs to them. Then there were wooden objects that looked a lot like a pommel horse with people bent over them tied, cuffed or just hanging there. Marina swore she caught a glimpse of what looked like a gynecologist table in a corner. There were people being spanked, flogged, petted, people getting and receiving head, and even being thoroughly fucked right there in the open. Men and women alike were led around by chains and leashes; some sat at the feet of what Marina supposed were their Masters. Serious looking people inspected others as if sizing them up for…something. She should have been horrified; she was a good Catholic girl after all. The sisters at Sacred Heart where she’d attended high school would have had a heart attack had they seen the faux nuns, whose habits were more than just a little risqué, spanking bare bottoms with oversized rulers or riding crops. Or maybe they would use their rulers on her given the sinful thoughts rushing through her mind right about now. Marina’s pulse sped as she watched, her eyes jumping from one forbidden sight to the next trying to see everything she possibly could. Why was it things that were supposed to be so wrong, so immoral were making her feel so damn hot? She was especially riveted by the submissives, the ones she could identify by their collars and commanding looking Masters near each. What would it be like, she wondered, to be one of them? How did it feel?

“Intrigued?” The low honeyed voice had deepened, laced with something Marina didn’t dare try to identify. Oh Lord, she had stopped right smack in the middle of the club and just stood there gawking. How embarrassing. Deacon must think she was an ignorant prude. She decided to play it off rather than have him thinking any of the things happening surprised her. “I don’t know where your office is.” “Right this way, Ms. Castillo.” His hand settled on the small of her back, urging her forward. She had the strangest urge to tuck herself close to his side, wanting him to shield her. From what, was a mystery. She didn’t feel threatened by the unusual things she saw. She felt jealous if anything. She would never have the nerve to be so open about her sexuality. Hell, she had barely explored it in private. She just never got much out of physical relationships, so she stopped having them altogether. Which was one of the reasons she should just stop fantasizing about her boss. He was far too worldly for a woman like her. She would feel like a guppy swimming in the ocean with Deacon. Deacon’s office was yet another shock. He had one wall completely covered with monitors, showing every part of the club. The rest of the room looked like a den more than an office. Aside from the massive heavy looking desk in the far corner and the monitors, it could have been a room in someone’s house. Marina stood in the middle of the room, unsure what to do as Deacon settled himself in a large chair not unlike the stuffed leather ones outside. “Come closer, Ms. Castillo.” Not have a seat, just come closer. Nervous insecurity warred with the urge to preen. She was wearing her dancing costume, a tiny barely there sapphire colored skirt coupled with

a matching halter was all she wore. Underneath there was only a g-string. Her costumes didn’t really lend themselves to full coverage underwear. She looked good in her skimpy clothing, but Deacon never looked at the dancers in anything but a professional way. Like she was really going to be the exception. He was looking now though. His eyes did a slow sweep from her head down to her painted toes, then back up again. That gaze was anything but cool. Maybe since she was leaving he felt it fine to dabble. Marina would gladly give up her self-imposed celibacy for Deacon. All he had to do was ask. “I don’t want you to leave.” Well, that was shock. She was nowhere near being one of the best dancers. Ruby could out dance anyone. Marina did a pretty decent job of faking it, but she wasn't even going to try to delude herself into thinking the small group of admirers she had surrounding her cage were there because of the way she danced. “I’m sure I can be easily replaced.” Maybe she shouldn’t have said that. It sounded flippant, and for the first time ever, she was graced with a dark frown from Deacon. She wanted to apologize, to drop to her knees and ask him to forgive her childish come back, but she refused to give into that insane notion. “I wouldn’t be so sure.”

~4~ Deacon wanted badly to pull the little vixen onto his lap and spank her until she swore she would never leave him, but that would be a bad idea. He may have been watching her for a very long time, that didn’t mean she had ever entertained the idea of being with him. He had watched her being propositioned night after night, yet she always threw away the phone numbers or cards thrust into her hands. She took the late bus home alone every night. She had no clue he followed that fucking bus all the way to her apartment and waited until the lights went out before driving himself home. It was slightly stalker-ish maybe, but his only agenda had been to make sure she was safe. She refused rides from everyone, including Ruby, who was her closest friend at work. Her neighborhood wasn't dangerous really, but it wasn't the safest neighborhood in L.A. either. There was no way in hell Deacon was going to chance something happening to her. He should have made overtures long before now, but he’d wanted to wait. He wasn't the boyfriend type. What he wanted from Marina was something deeper, something more than a simple relationship. Fate had forced his hand. Deacon had to admit he was more relieved than anything else. He’d wanted her for too long. He hadn’t played at all with anyone else from the first moment he saw her. His entire focus had been finding out who Marina really was. What made her tick, what kind of things she liked or disliked. He hadn’t been spying so much as paying attention. Most importantly, he needed to know if she be able to give in to her submissive urges. Some women just couldn’t. There was no doubt Marina was submissive. Deacon had seen enough to know it for sure. “I meant I’m happy I’ve been a valued employee but…”

“I couldn’t give a damn whether you work for me, Ms. Castillo. What I said was I don’t want you to leave me.” It was really rather cute the way her mouth opened and closed as she searched for something to say. The flare of hopeful longing that flashed in her eyes confirmed what Deacon had suspected. She had noticed him. More than that, she’d thought about being with him. Who he was, what kind of man he was, was certainly no secret to anyone who worked here. The question was, would she be willing to accept him as he was. “I- I, uh….” It was cute the way she stuttered and her face turned a dark shade of red. “But you don’t know anything about me.” How wrong she was. “You’re twenty-six. You graduated from Sacred Heart High School, an all girls Catholic school in El Paso. You left home two weeks after graduation to come to L.A. and become a star. Only you found you really didn’t want that once you were here. Acting is just a way to pay the bills. You avoided the traps of porn and B movies, preferring to work here while looking for something steady and safe. You’re not really sure what you want to do with the rest of your life, but you know something is missing. You don’t date because no man has been able to move you, to touch you, to make you…feel.” Deacon didn’t touch her though he wanted to. Lord, how he wanted to. Marina stretched his control. She made him want things he hadn’t wanted in a very long time. He didn’t want to bring her down here to play. He didn’t want to go through the motions, or titillate only her body. We wanted it all. To have her wear his collar would never be enough. “Come.” He pulled her down into his lap careful to settle her away from his throbbing dick. He didn’t doubt she would allow it. She wanted him; he knew it. He also knew that she didn’t realize how badly she wanted him. It wasn't conceit that led him to the conclusion. It was a matter of mere observation.

“How do you know so much about me?” Wide, beautiful brown eyes stared into his with awe and a tiny spark of hope. Deacon bit the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling. Yes, he’d been right. “The same way you know things about me.” He was sure of it. He’d seen her watching him every bit as much as he watched her. “Close your eyes and tell me everything you know about me. It’s more than you realize.” He loved the way her lids drifted down at his command. The little costume she was wearing did nothing to conceal the hardened nipples or her heaving chest. Deacon could smell her desire, which only made his cock pound harder. How long had it been since he had desired someone as much? His hands clasped her mid-thigh, not daring to go further. When he took her she would be crazy for it. She would be beyond caring where they were, or what this would mean in the harsh light of day. For him, this was the one he had been waiting for since his last long term relationship petered and died. But that had been built on a foundation made of sand. It was the very last time Deacon had tried to be something he wasn't, something he could never be. He was determined not to make that mistake again. “You drink aged A.W. Hirsch,” she began hesitantly, her voice catching as he began to lightly strum his fingers up and down her thighs. “You prefer the twenty-year-old bourbon, but you will drink the sixteen if you have to. You built this club with your best friend, Maximilian. You both joined the Marines after college, served six years, then you both worked on Wall Street for three years before moving to California. You married the first year you lived here.” Deacon went completely still. Very few people knew he had been married. Yet, Marina did. It wasn't something he talked about. It wasn't something gossiped about in his

club; he would know if it were. He made it his business to know everything that was going on in the club. Marina opened her eyes, looking abashed. Damn. “Close your eyes, Ms. Casitllo.” He had to force his body to relax. His heart pounded against his chest, his mouth suddenly dry. She had looked far deeper than he thought. His fingers didn’t resume their casual caress. Instead, one hand wrapped around strands of the glossy autumn colored waterfall she called hair. He tugged; just a little bite of pain. As he suspected Marina moaned, her hips undulating against his thigh. He had to open his legs, thereby forcing hers open to stop her from finding relief. She’d find relief when he was buried balls deep inside her, not before. “Continue.” “Your wife is a Domme...” “Ex-wife.” For some reason it was vital to make that distinction. He had been idealistic then. Not truly understanding what he was. Trina, his ex, had helped him discover what lay underneath, helped him realize who he was and what he needed. Unfortunately that had ended their marriage. Two tops didn’t make a happy home. And once properly trained, Deacon couldn’t switch. It went against the grain. He would always be grateful for Trish, but he just couldn’t be something he wasn't, not even for her. “Who told you?” “Ruby. She told me that she was a Domme. I suspect that’s why it didn’t work.” Keeping a firm grip on her hair, Deacon allowed his fingers to lightly trace her slit through the barely there thong. Her hiss of pleasure made him smile. He had to tug on her hair to make her stop moving, but she did so immediately without him having to say it. “Don’t stop.” Damn, his voice was heavy. His dick was trying its damnedest to escape the confines of his slacks. “What else do you know?” Much more than he had ever anticipated it seemed.

“I know you’re hard. Your voice gets deeper; raspy. You’ve wanted for a while, but you arrive alone, leave alone, and you may assist others in play, but you’ve never taken a sub that belongs to your club. I don’t think you’ve been with anyone in a while. You haven’t had a sub for as long as I’ve worked here. You’ve haven’t had sex for six months. And you want me to be your –” “No.” He hadn’t meant to say it as sharply as he had, but he didn’t want her to say it. “Not my sub, not my slave, not my pet. I want to be everything to you, and I want you to be my everything.”

~5~ Marina’s breath caught in her throat. She stared wide eyed at the man who haunted her dreams, afraid to believe this was real. Things like this just didn’t happen in real life. “But you don’t know me, I mean really know me.” “I know enough. Everything I need to know I want you. Not in a cage upstairs. I want your fire. I want that feistiness in my bed every night. I want to know that I am the one who makes you burn. I want every part of you.” The words made her hotter than any touch could have ever done. Of course the slow steady passes across her covered cunt helped her reaction. As much as she wanted to press into those fingers she couldn’t. He hadn’t given her permission. How wild was that? She wanted him to give his permission. She wanted his commands. Somehow Marina just knew she would be perfectly safe in Deacon’s hands. And she was going to go for it. She had no idea what to expect; she wasn’t sure if she could handle Deacon, she wasn't sure if she was cut out for the kind of lifestyle that he lived, but she was going to try. “Come home with me tonight. Now.” It didn’t come out like a question, yet that was exactly what it was. It was as vulnerable as Deacon would allow himself. She knew it, accepted it, and her answer was simple. “Yes.” There was no other option. She wanted him so bad she could almost taste the flavor of his skin on her tongue. Her nipples were so tight the light material of her costume hurt as it pressed unmercifully against her. His finger’s lazy drag was driving her crazy. She couldn’t help the involuntary little shifts of her hips searching in vain for relief. “Hey Deac, you told Ruby to keep her sweet little ass out of the cages right?” The door swung open without warning, Maximilian striding in as if he owned the place. Well,

technically Marina supposed he did. He stopped cold after coming no more than two steps into the room. Marina’s face flamed but she didn’t dare move. She didn’t know what to do. Deacon’s fingers paused against her core, his grip on her hair tightening fractionally. Despite her best efforts to hold it back, a needy moan escaped her lips at the sweet bite of pain against her scalp. Deacon’s eyes flew from the intrusion of Maximilian back to her face, erotic tension etched plainly on his features. “Soon, Marina.” His voice was too soft for Maximilian to have heard it; low and deep meant just for her. A shiver of anticipation raced up her spine. “You’ll excuse us won’t you, Max? As you can see, I am occupied.” He didn’t look away when he said it and Marina just couldn’t tear her gaze away to see how his partner was reacting to the news. “Of course. I will talk to you later.” But Max didn’t leave. She could feel his presence even though she couldn’t see him. Deacon raised a brow, finally looking toward the door. “Tomorrow, Max.” Marina could have sworn she heard Maximilian mutter something like “It’s about damn time,” before the door firmly closed. Deacon still didn’t move. His seemed to be searching for something in her face. Marina felt the tension in his body; his thighs were like corded steel underneath her own. Was he re-thinking it? Had she failed some test she didn’t know she was taking? “I wanted to take you to my home.” He sounded as if he was talking to himself. He loosened his hold on her hair, his fingers trailing down her cheek. “I don’t want to wait, Marina.” Her name sounded so damn sexy on his lips. He’d always called her Ms. Castillo, never by her first name.

“Then don’t wait.” Where the daring and bravery came from she couldn’t begin to guess. He didn’t look like he couldn’t wait. He looked as he always did, firmly in control. Maybe it was because he looked too in charge of his emotions that Marina decided to test that restraint. Sliding off his lap she stood in front of him terrified and exhilarated all at once. “I am guessing you have one hell of a sound system in here right?” A slow wicked grin spread across his face. Deacon straight faced was pussy tingling, Deacon grinning like a naughty boy with a secret was devastating to a girl’s equilibrium. “Are you going to dance for me, baby?” Geez, that soft purr had her pussy flooding, as if she wasn't wet and needy already. His long, hard body rose from the chair gracefully, skirting where she was standing without touching. His scent teased her, called her, but she was determined. She wanted to see Deacon raw. She wanted him crazy for her. As soon as the first strains of music flooded the large office Marina started to move. Not like she was in the cage. No, this dance was for Deacon. All the desire, all the longing she poured into her limbs, sensuously moving to beckon. She let go of every inhibition she had and laid her soul bare with her dance. A sharp intake of breath followed by a raspy moan was her reward, urging her on. Locking her gaze on his, she took the step she’d never dared contemplate before. The costume she was wearing was a parody of a flamenco dancer’s dress cut short and plunging down her chest and back. Peeling the material off should have been hard, but the dress seemed to flow off her body like water. Deacon’s blue-gray stare heated, his eyes turning almost black with passion. His nostrils flared as she kicked the dress away, a low growling sound erupting from his chest. Marina ran her hands over her curves, cupping her chest as an offering, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Deacon’s hands clinched and unclenched at his sides, a tic

forming in his strong jaw line. Yes, this is what she wanted. For him, it was a wealth of emotions without saying a word. He was more than affected. It made her feel feminine and powerful, like Cleopatra spinning her web for Caesar. Feeling freer than she could ever remember being, Marina spun on the five inch heels, thrusting out her hips to give him a nice full view of her ass. She knew that her tiny golden thong left nothing to the imagination. She could only hope he enjoyed the view. She didn’t have long to wait. Rock hard arms wrapped around her waist, slamming her body against his solid frame. She melted into his arms, loving the way he made her feel surrounded by unyielding, prime male. “Do you know how long I’ve watched you? How badly I wanted to touch?” Sharp teeth nipped her ear, a single large hand roamed slowly down her torso. Yes, please touch me. “You make me so damn hard, I have to have you.” “I’m right here.” She wasn't going anywhere. There was no place she’d rather be. His hand dipped into her panties, soothing over the soft bare skin of her mound. Just a little lower, not even an inch. She wanted his touch so badly she was whimpering. “Aw baby, you’re bare aren’t you? That pretty pussy is all bare waiting for me.” It hurt to breath. All she could do was arch back into him, desperate for his attentions. “I am going to eat that pretty little pussy, Marina. I am going to devour it.” Finally, one thick digit traced her slit. It wasn’t nearly enough, but the relief of having him finally touch her almost made her want to weep. “Please, Deacon. I need you.” She wasn't above begging. Hell, she would fall to her knees if that’s what he required. “Shhh, let me take care of you,” Deacon whispered raking his teeth over her neck. “Let me make it good for you.”

The brusque pinch to the clit hit Marina completely unaware, shocking her into a mini-orgasm. She had to throw her arms backward around his neck, hanging on so she wouldn’t lose her balance. “Deacon!” He didn’t give her time to catch her breath. She was turned and swept up in his arms before the tiny quakes began to calm, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist. He didn’t stalk over to the couch as she’d suspected he might, or even his desk. Instead he strode to a door that she hadn’t noticed before. It was no great shock to find the portal led to a fully furnished bedroom, complete with a California king sized four poster bed. The dangling cuffs gleaming from all four posts were even less of a shocker. Not being surprised didn’t stop Marina’s belly from fluttering as she looked. He was going to cuff her to that bed. Maybe not tonight, but as sure as she knew her own name she knew Deacon would keep her there for hours of sensual torment. And she was going to love every second of it. “Not tonight.” Marina jerked her eyes back to Deacon at the rough reply to the question she never asked. “I have every intention of cuffing you to my bed, but not tonight. I’ve waited too long to have you.”

~6~ His mouth was watering. Oh God he had to taste her. There was a fine sheen of wetness coating her puffy nether lips, just begging for him to take a quick taste. Her light golden skin was flushed, her nipples diamond hard. Damn, what a sight. “Stretch your hands above your head and grip the headboard.” He barely recognized the sound of his own voice. The need was plainly there, thick and gruff. He didn’t dare remove his clothes. Not yet. He needed every ounce of control he could muster. “Now open your legs for me. Feet flat on the bed, thighs wide.” Oh fuck yes. Golden pussy waxed smooth with a flushed pink core opened for him. He sank between her splayed legs, his tongue swiping even before he settled. So good. So damned good. He moaned as if in pain, delving his tongue deeper into her core. Hips rocked against his face, juices flooding his mouth. Like a ripe, juicy peach, he lapped it up, sucking down on her clit until she screamed from it. So fucking responsive! He couldn’t get enough of her. “I waited so long to taste you,” he murmured against the quivering flesh, using two thick fingers to plunder where his tongue wanted to be. He wanted to keep her on edge, needed her to be crazy with it. There was no way he could take it slow tonight. “It’s better than I ever imagined, baby. So sweet and ripe.” She cried out as he curled his tongue around her clit, flicking at it, watching as the little nub hardened and extended for him. Unable to resist he blew across it, watching as it trembled. “Oh, God, Deacon, please!” Even racked with longing, Marina had the sweetest voice. Maybe it was the raw pleasure he heard in her tone, or maybe it was just the woman. “Shhh, baby I’ll take care of you.”

Forever. With a surety that shook him to his bones, he knew he had to have more than one night. He needed her fire, her gentle calm, her passion. He needed to wipe away that far away sad look she got in her eyes sometimes when she thought no one was looking. He needed to fill up her emptiness until there was no Deacon and Marina as separate beings. They were one. “Let me touch you, Deacon. Please, I need to feel you.” It was such a small little request, but she couldn’t possibly know how much she had just told him. No woman had ever asked. Not his wife, not any of the subs he’d had since then. Such a little thing, touch. But it could hold more meaning than a kiss. “What do you want to do?” Here he was, big bad Dom, quaking inside at the possible answers. He couldn’t describe it, but he knew her reply would be monumental in importance. “I want to feel your skin. I want to kiss it. I want to taste you. I want you against me, inside me, surrounding me.” She looked puzzled even in the haze of yearning so clearly displayed all over her face. “Deacon, I need all of it. Everything. I’ve never felt this way, I don’t understand.” Fuck. His cock jumped, so hard the damn thing hurt. He hadn’t known the correct answer, but by damn that sounded right to him. “Come here, baby.” She flowed into his arms, her hands everywhere all at once. She undressed him frantically without stopping the endless kisses and love bites along the way. Deacon had to bite back a howl when her lips locked on the tattoo on his neck, sucking at it as if she could ingest it. Nails scraped his torso, over the flat discs of his nipples, burning him alive.

“Deacon, I need. I need so bad.” A little sexy accent escaped with each cry, wrapping around his heart. His chest constricted, squeezing with some unknown emotion. They shouldn’t be here. He should have taken her home, to his bed. Lord help him, he couldn’t wait. Grabbing her to stop the slow torture of those sharp little claws, he turned her forcefully, pulling her up to her knees. “Grab the headboard, baby, and hold on.” This would not be easy or gentle. He was too far gone for that. Later, when he took her home he would love her slowly. As for right now, he just had to get inside. Without instruction, her legs opened her back arching. Waves of dark hair streamed down her back, enticing him to take hold. With a snarl of pure male fervor, he pushed the bulbous head of his cock against her slit, gritting his teeth as her cunt gripped and pulled, sucking him in. She was tight, so damn tight and so damn wet. Her heat surrounded him, beckoning him inside. He had to move in shallow thrusts, working his way inside carefully. He didn’t want to hurt her, but damn he needed in. Her ass pushed back and up, the golden globes calling for his caresses. One day he was going to spank this ass; watch it turn rosy and heated. Not tonight. He didn’t think he could take it. Instead he splayed his hands wide, working her body onto his shaft. “That’s it, baby, move with me.” He had to grit it out, oh fuck, he was too close to losing all control. “Please, Deacon, harder. More.” Hell, he was trying like hell to hang on here, but she started to rotate her hips, doing a back push circle thing that had his eyes crossing. Those hot walls encircled his cock in a death grip, pulsating against him. Aw hell, she was starting to shudder from the inside out, sucking him like a tight, hot, wet mouth. There was no way he was going to last long.

“Shit, Marina. Baby. Stay still.” He forced the words out through a clenched jaw, but she wasn’t listening. Just like when she danced, her body started to move, taking him deeper and deeper. He could feel the vibrations down to his balls. Beads of sweat popped out of his forehead as he tried like hell to keep his strokes even and slow. He just couldn’t do it. Deacon surged inside of her again and again, her sharp cries spurring him on. “Yes, Deacon, like that. Take me, please.” Like he had a choice. He couldn’t stop, even when he felt her pussy detonate around him, her inner walls quaking around him. “Fuck Marina, so good. Fuck me back, baby, just like that.” His balls tensed, burning for release. It was too late even try to hold back. The tremors hadn’t stopped. She was still coming, demanding he do the same. Pulling back on her hair, he forced her up to her knees, his arms locking around her. He was pounding inside, scared shitless he was hurting her, unable to stop to save his life. “Yes, yes, yes.” Her litany only added fuel to the fire. His hips slammed into her again and again, the tingle of impending orgasm starting deep in the pit of his gut, sending bolts of pure electrical fire throughout every nerve in his body. “Mine, Marina.” It was a growl, a primitive declaration from deep in his soul. “Forever mine. Say it. Tell me, this is mine, you are mine.” “Yours,” her cry every bit as primal as his own. “Forever yours.” “Swear it! Swear you are mine, all mine.” Deacon needed to hear it. He needed complete and total ownership. He needed her to acknowledge it. He needed the words said out loud.

“I swear, it’s yours.” He came with a roar that surely could be heard on the third floor. It was like a part of himself was rushing out of him and being planted firmly inside her. He may have demanded she acknowledge she belonged to him, but Deacon knew damn good and well he belonged irrevocably to her too.

~7~ Marina didn’t really know what she’d thought it would be like to have sex with Deacon, but this wasn't it. First of all, what they had just shared wasn’t sex. It wasn’t making love either. She had never experienced the earth shattering sensations that continued to wash over her as she lay replete against Deacon’s hard chest. She didn’t want to ever move, loving the feel of his warm hand stroking her hair, soothing down her back. She could still feel the tingles underneath her fingertips as she explored the plains of his torso and chest. He was still hard, his thick and heavy cock hot against belly. She wanted more. “I need you to come home with me, Marina. Not just for the night. I need you beside me every night.” Marina turned her head to bury her face into his chest. It wasn't just a question, it was a plea. Coming from Deacon it was one hell of a thing to absorb. Of course, she couldn’t move in with him. It was way too soon to know if they would fit. At least that was what her rational side was telling her. She wanted to say yes with every fiber of her being, but everything she had ever been taught went against it. “Don’t you think we should get to know each other better first? I mean, beyond the superficial facts?” That was the response any self-help book or advice columnist would give. It was what friends and family would say. It wasn't what she wanted. The thought of being with Deacon full time was heady. Her body began to prickle with anticipation all over again. Especially when he started to tug on her hair, forcing her head up. Was she some kind of pain freak that got off on a dude pulling her hair? Funny, she’d never particularly enjoyed it before. “Is that you talking? Or is it something you think you should say.”

There was no lying to those eyes that looked so much like an ocean storm. “Something I think I should say.” “Why don’t you tell me how you, Marina, feel now that we’ve got the conventional wisdom out of the way.” Damn, that molasses thick voice was making her wet again. Judging from the sudden flare of heat in his eyes, he knew it too. Without saying a word, he pulled her on top of him, resting his shaft right against her greedy little pussy. She tried to shift to get the head closer to her slit, but a heavy hand falling on her ass cheek stopped that. The burn burst and spread, warming her body in the most delicious wicked way. “Tell me Marina, that you don’t want to move in with me.” She couldn’t. She told him so. She wanted to very much. Just this once she wanted the fairy tale to be real, and she wanted her prince to take her away. “So we will leave here, collect some of your things and go home, yes?” He was daring her to say no. She almost did, just to feel the quizzically delightful burn one more time. “Yes.” She wasn't about to chance it though. It might work out, it might not, but she was going to give it a try. “Good girl.” Just a tiny shift and a roll of his hips and he was there, pushing inside her again. “Sit up and watch us. Look at us come together.” It was a deeply erotic sight too. His cock all purplish-red and angry looking, pressing upward slowly, disappearing inch by agonizing inch into the soft fold of her pussy. It made her hungrier, wetter, just looking. She didn’t tear her eyes away until she was fully seated, every bit of available dick buried deep inside her womb.

“There you go, baby,” Deacon whispered, cupping her hips and bringing her down harder on him. “Now dance for me.” Marina had never considered herself a very sensuous person. She was the type of woman more apt to hide her sexuality than to embrace it. But being here with Deacon firmly planted inside her broke something loose. She moved for him as she had danced for him, freely, giving him everything. Her hips swiveled, moving in circular motions even as she moved up and down against his full length. She could feel every vein of his dick against her inner flesh, stroking her, building exquisite tension just waiting to be unleashed. “Hell yeah, baby, take control.” His face was a study in anguished ecstasy, fierce and dominant even though he lay beneath her. But he wasn’t passive. Oh no, not Deacon. When she moved he moved, digging deeper, possessing her completely. She alternated, sliding back and forth keeping in time with the rhythm of her own song, seeking, demanding, receiving. “Oh, damn, Deacon it’s too good.” She had to speed up. The pressure was building too high, too hot. Her body strained as she lifted her pelvis almost completely off of him before smashing down and grinding. His finger teased her clit as she increased her pace, urging her higher. “Yes, baby, do it. Dance for me, Marina. Give it all to me.” All reason fled as she rode him harder, faster. The broad head of his cock pushed against that sensitive place inside her, pleasure so deep it hurt shooting through her veins. It felt so unbelievably good, completing her in ways she never knew she was lacking. She wanted more, needed more. She wanted him so deep inside her she couldn’t see straight. “Deacon, please. I need. I need.” Needed what, she couldn’t quite say. There was no way to put into words what she was feeling. Something more, some deeper connection.

But he seemed to know. Without pulling away from her, he flipped her on to her back, plunging inside while his mouth claimed hers. Yes, this is what she needed. Her legs wrapped gratefully around him holding him close. She needed him to take her, to make her his own. His kiss was insistent, plundering her mouth until she was breathless. Her orgasm crashed into her, starting a gentle storm then gradually building to hurricane force. And it didn’t stop. Wave after wave swept over her leaving her shuddering from the force of it. One detonation melted into another while she screamed, burying her nails into his shoulders to try to hang on before she was carried away by it. “Fuck yes!” Deacon howled, heaving his upper body up tunnel ever deeper. His hips were slamming against hers, pounding in intensity. “Yeah, milk it baby. Milk my cock in that sweet little pussy. Take all of me.” She could feel it. He exploded inside her, setting off yet another round of fireworks more explosive than the last. This time she couldn’t scream; she couldn’t make a sound. Her teeth sank into his shoulder as she yanked him back to her with strength she shouldn’t have possessed. “Fuck yeah, bite me. Mark me.” He held her tightly against him until the last shudder slowly ebbed away, leaving them both sweaty and boneless, blissfully sated as they lay connected. “There is no way in hell I’m ever letting you go,” Deacon murmured after several long minutes, rolling them both until she lay sprawled on his chest. “You’re stuck with me for the long haul.” That sounded perfect to her. A contented purr was the only response she could muster though. It took too much energy to talk.

“I mean it, Marina. You won’t be dancing anymore, but you will be by my side every night.” “Awww,” she feigned disappointment. “But I love to dance.” A half-hearted swat to her bottom was the only “punishment” she got. She wasn't the only one completely sated. “Then I promise you can dance for me.” “Every night?” she prodded, already knowing the answer. Deacon was nothing if not a sensualist. She had never thought of herself as being anywhere near his league, but she was going to do her damnedest to keep up. The benefits were all too rewarding. “Hell yes. And sometimes during the day.”

~8~ Ruby smiled as she watched the couple disappear into Deacon’s car. They had been down in the Dungeon for hours. And just as she had suspected, they looked to be a perfect fit. Thank goodness she had thought to send Deacon back to Sunshine’s office when she saw Marina stroll in, letter in hand. The man had needed a gentle little nudge in the right direction before he lost the best thing that had ever happened to him. “My, my, aren’t we the little voyeur tonight?” She didn’t bother to turn around. There was no need to see that smirk on the damn Viking’s face. Why must he persist in working her last nerve? “Go away. I was having such a nice night. I don’t want it ruined by looking into your ugly mug.” What a colossal lie. Maximilian was gorgeous. He was Lucifer before the fall. Pure temptation wrapped in leather. She so didn’t need his shit. She was terrified one day he might see beneath her biting quips, and she didn’t think she could take that. Ruby had seen the type of women that floated Maximilian’s boat, and she so wasn't it. “Now you’ve gone and made me sad. I think I’m going to cry.” The baritone seduction masquerading as his voice was way too close. The vibration went right through her ear canal and straight to her pussy. She so didn’t need this shit. What she really needed to do was go out there in the club and find her a nice, safe one night stand to work the asshole behind her out of her system. “Fuck off, Maxi, I’m busy.” Turning from the window she tried to push past the wall of solid muscle, refusing to look up. He didn’t need to see what he did to her. Not one to be dismissed, Maximilian actually grasped her under her arms and picked her up until they were nose to nose. Ruby didn’t have time to gasp before his mouth crushed

down on her, blindsiding her. His tongue slipped past her lips, wrapping itself around hers until she was melting, yielding to his masterful touch. By the time he allowed her a moment to breathe on her own, she was shocked to find her legs wrapped around the irritating man, her hands buried in his hair. “Looks like you don’t hate me quite as much as you claim to, little fairy girl.” The pet name grated on her last nerve. So why the hell wasn't she as pissed as she should have been? “And the next time you call me Maxi, I’m spanking that ass until you come. Then I’ll turn you over and start on that pussy you’ve been keeping away from me.” He didn’t mean it. It couldn’t have meant it. Maximilian was a flirt. He was fucking with her, that’s all. “Do it and I’ll be wearing your balls around my neck,” she retorted with sugary sweetness. Damn him for giving her hope. She wouldn’t be one of his many playthings. She couldn’t handle that. And he just wasn't the standing kind. He was a dark fantasy best left to her dreams. The reality could break her. “You’re on.” He let her slide down his front, the thick bulge branding every part of her body it touched. Oh shit, that was pure Maxi determination in those ice blue eyes. Eyes that cold should never burn that hot. No, she was seeing things, she had to be. “Don’t hold your breath.” It was a weak retort, but she had to get the hell away from him before she said or did something stupid. She didn’t need to tussle with Maximilian; there was no way she could win.

Decadence… Coming Soon from Shara Azod