— EXCERPT —
“I’m
no one of importance, sweetness. For
tonight, call me the Master of Your Dreams.”
I smirked as I said it, because she had no clue she’d been starring in
mine for a while now.
Jesse
quickly countered, “You’re not my Master, and there’s no way in hell I’m a full
submissive. No one bosses me
around. I’m too damn independent to let
someone control me.”
I
pushed away from the door and walked right up to her, only inches separating
us. I lifted my hand to rub my fingers
across her cheek. At first she flinched,
but then leaned into my touch as I ran my thumb over her lower lip. “I beg to differ, sweetness. How about a little wager?”
I
knew I shouldn’t extend this offer, but she looked like sin on a stick. I loved how her ample breasts would be more
than a handful for me, along with those killer hips and thighs—enough to hang
on to and squeeze my waist while I plowed into her. STOP thinking with your dick,
man! You have no idea who she is to Mr. Tennison. She could be the niece or stepdaughter he was
talking about, or she could be his mistress, but either way, she’s off limits
to you. I guess it’s a good thing I tend to ignore my
conscience, because no one ever stirred me like this little package of
perfection.
Her
eyes, once again, fell to the floor as she asked, “What did you have in mind?”
I
lifted her chin so our eyes met as I stepped even closer, our chests barely
touching one another. “If I can get you
tied up and to surrender to me in the next seven minutes, you’ll admit you’re a
submissive, and you’ll let me bring you to orgasm—one of the best of your
life—before you are escorted out of the club.”
She started shaking her head, but I firmly held her chin to keep her
focus on me. “If you resist me, then
I’ll let you play out your Domme fantasy, and I’ll submit to your orders and
let you do whatever your heart desires.”
Her
lips twisted in thought before she lifted her chin in defiance and allowed a
smile to dance across her face, “Be prepared to lose.”
“Do
you have any hard limits?”
She
nodded, “Just one: no actual sex or penetration with your dick.” With a pink blush spreading up her neck and
onto her face, she looked down toward her privates. “You know, down there, I’ll
consider the possibility of an oral exchange.”
Her
words gave me a visual of doing exactly what she didn’t want: plowing into her
with her shapely thighs holding tight to my waist. But I could deal, especially if it meant her
smart mouth wrapped around my cock with those luscious lips; I couldn’t imagine
anything more enticing. “That’s no
problem, sweetness. I can bring you
plenty of pleasure without my dick, but that’s your loss, not mine.”
I
leaned forward, wrapping one arm around her waist and settling my hand against
her lower back, while I reached my other hand up underneath her wig to the nape
of her neck. Teasing her lower lip with my tongue, “Are you ready to begin,
Mistress Jesse?”
She
sucked in a breath by my knowledge of her name, so I took the opportunity and
sealed my lips over hers, driving my tongue deep into her mouth. Jesse tasted as good as she looked—sweet as a
Georgia peach—which had been my favorite thing to eat when I was stationed at
an Air Force Base during my final commission with the military in Georgia. I wanted to consume her whole mouth, drawing
the essence of her soul into me so I could possess her. Have
you forgotten that she’s your charge, part of your assignment? Shut the fuck
up, conscience…she feels so right and so wrong all at the same time.
At
first she wiggled in my grasp, but after a few seconds, her arms came up,
wrapping around my neck as I pulled her tight to me. Her body instantly molded
to mine, fitting my frame as though she were made just for me. She felt so
right pressed up against every inch of my body.
I slowly started guiding her backward toward the wall with the
cross.
I
pressed her back against the hard surface as I lifted both of her hands over
her head and held them there in one of mine, grinding myself into her center to
see how she’d respond. The little minx
pushed herself into me as her tongue crashed into my mouth, seeking more from
me. It took every ounce of my control as
a Dom to stay focused. She had my brain
and my body rattled, and I’ve never been that way. While keeping her mind in a befuddled state
of bliss, I slowly maneuvered one hand and secured it to the cross.
A
strong voice broke through my memory…”Derrick.
Damn it, soldier, get your head out of your ass and let’s continue
this. I don’t have all night.” Tennison
huffed. How the hell could I forget he was here? I seriously need to get my shit together,
because Jesse just might be the death of me.
My thoughts will have to wait until later…
