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He tried to remember those who’d tipped him before but there were too many faces, too many forgettable women in a sea of sinful delights. Despite all that, he knew he hadn’t fucked her because those women he never forgot.

  When she got within speaking distance he knelt and smiled at her. A glimmer of amusement flickered in her gaze as it roamed his body. Something about the intensity made his blood fire to his groin. Or perhaps it was the fact she hadn’t spoken, hadn’t touched him. She simply stood there, silently assessing.

  “I’d say you’ve made a remarkable recovery.”

  The words made his pulse race. “I’m afraid you have me at a disadvantage, and that doesn’t happen often.”

  “It’s been awhile since I saw you last time but I never forget a face.” She stepped closer and he inhaled her delicate floral scent. “Or a body I’d like to play with.”

  “Damn. You’re making this hard on me, sweetheart. What’s your name?” He reached to take her hand but she cut his movement with one hard gaze.

  “It’s been awhile. My friends and I were heading out of town for a girls’ weekend. Imagine my surprise when the blind, handicapped man I’d found so compelling was the featured entertainment the next evening.”

  Airport girl. The second sentence made the oh-shit moment of the airport turn into potential epic chaos. “It looks like I’ve been caught in more ways than one.”

  “Yes you have.” Her finger grazed his cheek as she regarded his body once more. “The only question is what I’m going to do about it.”

  She sighed as though saddled with a huge decision. Something about how she handled herself—and him—made his dick hard. There was an unrefined edge to her he’d enjoy.

  She pulled a pen and a small pad from her purse and began scrawling. “Be here as soon as this place closes. The longer you make me wait, the more punishment you’ll get.” She cast a mischievous grin his direction. “I almost hope you’re real late.”

  Tyler took the slip of paper and watched her leave. Not only did she leave him but she left the club entirely. She’d issued an order with every expectation he’d be there. And damn if he wasn’t tempted. His cock was still hard.

  What the hell did she intend to do?

  He’d been with a couple of women who liked to take control but none of them had been that…intense. Even though he was pretty sure the rational response to it would be shriveled nuts and a quick “hell no”, Tyler couldn’t help but be drawn to her.

  Truth be told, he liked the rougher shit. Spanking and tying up a girl wasn’t uncommon. Girls dug the intensity he turned on when he wanted. But he hadn’t really found a woman who could do the same thing for him and that was what he really needed—someone who could play the mental shit just as well as the physical.

  The hotel was barely on the passable side of shady—one of those no-tell types where you paid in cash by the hour so there was no record of your existence. He would’ve been skewered by the ladies he hooked up with on a more frequent basis for even thinking of this place. The fact this woman considered this an optimal place settled southward of his gut as a dull throb.

  She answered on the second knock and cast a nut-crushing gaze up and down him a few times before stepping aside. “Come in.”

  She’d changed into a short leather skirt and red bustier that displayed her gorgeous tits perfectly. They weren’t the biggest he’d seen—just enough to enjoy. The red stilettos did him in with the thin straps wrapped around her ankles and lower calves. He loved the way they made her calves look.

  A quick glance around the sparse room showed three things—a blindfold, a roll of duct tape and a black duffel bag. What the hell was in the bag and what had he gotten himself into? “Wow, you don’t mess around.”

  “Funny, you didn’t look like a chicken when I invited you here.” She approached with a smirk on her red lips and ran a finger up his right forearm. “I like a man who has an open mind and a playful…spirit.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  Her hand ran down his torso to hover near his groin. “Are you man enough to handle that?”

  He pulled her forward by the waist and inhaled the same perfume he smelled from his richest regulars. Interesting. Aside from the perfume, nothing else she wore hinted at wealth, which meant she probably didn’t go around flaunting it. He liked women like that.

  He harbored no delusional belief that the encounter would be more than tonight and he knew without asking she didn’t either. The knowledge flowed between them, knotting up the arousal and anticipation into thick strands of need that had somehow wrapped around his dick and squeezed hard enough to make him groan. The possessive move made him swell within her palm and she hummed softly against his neck.

  “Good boy.”

  Normally he wouldn’t be good with being called boy. He hadn’t been a boy for a hell of a long time. But the word from her thickly painted lips calmed the agitation within him—the anxiety he always carried into situations like these. The burden of showing the woman he was with a great time was always a stressor early on in the encounter.

  “You’re a very confident woman,” he whispered. “I like that a lot.”

  “I love to take charge, especially when a strong, equally confident man crosses my path.” She kissed the rampant pulse at his neck. “Are you going to let me take control of you tonight?”

  “I’m all yours.”

  “Yes. Yes you are.” It sounded as though she purred the words as her hands ran over his body for a few moments before she stepped away and sat on the bed. “Strip for me.”

  She crossed her legs and appeared bored with the task she’d ordered. The inattention made him harder as the need to please her—to make her want him enough to make him her sole focus—kept him on task, despite her apathy.

  When he finally stood there naked, she regarded him through half-open eyes. Her fingers tightened around her knee. The lone indication of her appreciation eased some of his anxiety.

  She stood and made her way to him again. “Hands behind your back.”

  He complied quickly, curious to discover what she had planned. His gaze fell to the bag again. Amusement tumbled through the room as her fingernails ran down his back.

  “You aren’t ready for that bag, my pet.” Warm breath fell across the back of his neck. “The first facet of this game is trust. Once you trust fully you can surrender fully, take pleasure in the fact that I alone will decide what you do and don’t enjoy. From now on you speak only when I say you may. If you want to stop you simply say so. Understood?”

  Oh yeah. Pretty sure the question was a trick, he remained silent. This might be his first time doing this sort of thing, but mind play was what he’d excelled at for years. Reading physical cues and mannerisms had been his ticket to cinch a woman’s pleasure, even when she might not be the sort to say what she wanted.

  “Very good. You’re a fast learner. I like that.” She paused before him and met his gaze. “Keep your eyes on the floor. I will tell you when you’ve earned the right to look at me.”

  Shock kept him from complying fast enough. Her eyebrows lifted in a hint of amusement. “You will learn not to challenge my authority. Failure to obey will merit punishment and I have much better things planned for our time together tonight.”

  He looked down at the carpet.

  “Now, lean forward until the side of your face touches the carpet, hands still behind your back.”

  The position felt awkward. He closed his eyes as the embarrassment of his junk hanging out flooded his awareness.

  “Good.” She circled him a couple of times and paused behind him. He jumped when she swatted his ass hard. “Tell me. Have you ever been spanked?”

  The question made his pulse race harder. Her hand rubbed his ass cheeks slowly.

  “Everyone’s been spanked at one point or another.”

  “Now you know I wasn’t talking about those spare the rod, spoil the child moments so many of us endured.” She whacked his ass again and he closed his
eyes as the sting sank beneath his skin and surged lust to his balls.

  She continued swatting, then rubbing, until he lost semblance of how much time had passed. His dick ached almost more than his ass.

  “You may sit up.” She moved to stand before him. “Hands still behind your back, but spread your legs a bit wider for me.”

  Obedience came easily. His dick throbbed with a need to please her, a need to see this through. A moment’s shame flickered through his thoughts as her gaze swept down to the evidence of his arousal.

  “You enjoyed the spanking, I see.”

  He swallowed the reply he knew he didn’t have permission to give. His pulse raced with the awareness that he had no idea what she intended to do next.

  She knelt beside him. “Lean forward. Rest your weight on your hands so that you’re on all fours.”

  His muscles appreciated the switch in positions. Heat spread across his skin wherever she touched him, down his back, his thigh. His ass. Around his hip.

  He sucked in a breath when she wrapped her skillful hand around his thick shaft, touching and dragging out the need along his dick with each stroke of her skilled fingers. The sensations alternated—a well-placed strike to his ass, a pump of his dick.

  She rubbed his balls. “Very nice. Extremely responsive.”

  He was on the edge of the best climax he’d had in a long time. He could feel the release building in his nuts, beneath the coaxing fingers honing in on exactly where he needed to be touched the most. The play ended just when he was about to explode.

  He stifled his curse of disappointment and remained silent. Holy shit.

  She went to the bed and he could hear her rifling through the bag, but he kept his gaze cast downward like he’d been told. Doing so was hard as hell but he was rewarded a few moments later when her fingers wrapped around his shaft once again and pumped, then squeezed until the ache in his balls was almost too intense to handle.

  “You won’t come until I have given you permission.” She swatted his ass once again. “Since this is your first time I have something to help you remain obedient. Sit up for me.”

  Anticipation threaded through curiosity when she showed him a ring of some sort. She lubricated it and worked it down his shaft. The snug sensation made him groan.

  “Good. You like that.” She rubbed his balls for a few moments. “Let’s see what you think about this.”

  A second ring he hadn’t seen stretched from the one around his dick and now gripped his balls in a vise of need. Tension corded along his muscles as he acclimated to the sensation.

  He didn’t realize he’d moved his hands until she slapped his ass. “I didn’t give you permission to move.”

  Something about being so exposed and vulnerable to a virtual stranger—one still fully clothed—sated a compulsion within him, a desire he hadn’t fully acknowledged. It answered a primal need for a darker, deeper connection than he normally allowed himself with other women. He slid deeper into the submission, into the space where all he needed to do was accept the woman’s ministrations and enjoy.

  “Very good.” Tyler watched her leather skirt fall to the floor. Not looking up was almost impossible but he knew the reward would be worth the wait.

  She stepped closer and he breathed deep, inhaling her scent as his own. If he leaned forward just a little bit he could taste her arousal. Was she turned-on by what they’d done?

  “You may look at and please your Mistress with your mouth only. No hands.”

  Challenge accepted.

  He relished the shiver beneath his mouth as he kissed and licked a trail up her inner thigh. Even though he wanted to spend a long time enjoying her, her hand threaded through his hair and tugged upward until his face was pressed against a red thong, damp with her arousal.

  He groaned and flicked his tongue across the material. He could slide the unwanted barrier down her thighs with his teeth easily enough but he liked the idea of sliding his tongue beneath the material. She moaned her approval when he did so.

  Her arousal coated the tip of his tongue. He grunted and went to work bringing the panty down her thighs. Impatience mandated he have her totally bare. The moment she was he began working his magic. This was something he knew he excelled at.

  He darted and delved along and in her pussy and then made his way to her clit. It was swollen with need. He tormented it with a few licks before sucking with just enough force to make her tense. She pushed on his head until he slid into her moist heat. She rode his tongue as her release overcame her.

  She held him against her a few moments and then sighed. “Not bad.”

  He’d rocked her world and they both knew it but he remained silent and settled back into his kneeling position. His dick ached.

  She motioned toward the bed. “Lie down. I think you’ve earned a reward.”

  Time slowed to a crawl while he waited for her to accompany him on the bed. She circled him, her gaze roving across his naked body. She leaned down and pulled something from the bag.

  Scarves?

  She straddled his waist and reached a hand behind her. He groaned when she grasped his dick. “I’m looking forward to feeling this buried inside me.”

  He wanted to say something—anything that would make her end the torment and impale herself on his shaft. “It will be a pleasure to be inside you.”

  “Mmm, not bad. But remember, no talking.” She shifted her weight on him and he stifled a primal urge to grab her hips and take what he needed, wanted.

  But this wasn’t about him being in control. She sat there regarding him as if she knew he was waging an unspoken war. He relaxed beneath her. Pleasure pumped through his veins when she smiled softly.

  “Good. Now, hands above your head.”

  The scarves were soft around his wrists but he tugged on them anyway to test their strength. Anticipation hummed within his veins as he regarded her.

  “I’d hoped to do so much more with you but I think this is just enough to make you want even more next time, isn’t it?” When he didn’t respond immediately, she added. “You may speak.”

  “What’s stopping you now?” She shivered when he moved beneath her and drew his dick along her pussy, taunting her with the reminder that he was hard and ready for her.

  “It’s a good thing I’d already decided to enjoy your cock inside me or you’d be in big trouble. A move like that would get you spanked, maybe flogged until you remembered who’s in control.”

  “Forgive me, Mistress.”

  “Mmm, I like the sound of that a lot. And, yes, there will be a next time. I want to heat this sexy skin of yours up with my flogger. But tonight I just need a good, long ride.”

  She leaned down and flicked her tongue across his nipple. She pinched the other one until he gasped at the sensation. “So responsive.”

  Pleasure spiraled through him, coalescing with the lust gathered in his nuts as she rolled a condom on him. She sank down onto his cock without any other warning. Her hands flexed on his stomach as she rode him. A growl escaped him when she paused and ran her hand along his shaft.

  “I love the way my juices feel on your dick. Let’s see how long you can hold out.” His hips shot off the bed when she removed the cock ring from his nuts. Her other hand rubbed the sensitive flesh.

  There was no way he was lasting much longer. The tight sheath gripping him taunted him with a slow gait when what he wanted, needed more than anything, was a hard, fast pounding. She slowed the tempo and laughed softly.

  “Settle down, cowboy. You’re almost there. Let me enjoy my ride.”

  Her long eyelashes fluttered shut and she threw her head back and continued her sensuous slide up and down his dick. Her orgasm shook him like no woman’s had but he was swept away by his own release before he could think about anything else.

  She collapsed on him. Labored breath rolled across his chest. This was usually when the knot in his stomach formed—the moment he walked away from whatever he’d just enjoyed before t
hey could leave him. It was a dance he’d gotten good at and one he loathed more than anything.

  But relationships weren’t meant for guys like him. He had a career a lot of women couldn’t understand. That compounded an already difficult fact—he was drawn to situations like this where the stakes were raised beyond physical gratification. The connections formed with the women he shared intimate moments like this with fed a hunger within him for a deeper, more meaningful bond he had yet to find for longer than a few months at a time.

  She undid his restraints and cuddled beside him. “So, what did you think?”

  “That was hot.”

  “Good. I look forward to doing it again. If you’re a good boy I might even let you take control.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah.” She traced an invisible path down his chest to his stomach. “I have a lot of things I’d like to play out. I’m sure you do too.”

  “That sounds like heaven to me, sweetheart.” He laughed. “You know, this is embarrassing because it’s never happened but I don’t know your name.”

  She grinned. “You think you’ve earned it, huh?”

  “You know it.” He wrapped an arm around her and kissed her forehead. “So tell me the name of the angel who just rocked my world.”

  “Rebecca Hollen.” She kissed his chest. “You can call me Becca.”

  Chapter Nine

  Jason’s mind settled into the present as the fog of regret from a past he couldn’t undo, resurrect or alter streamed through his mind like a phantom. “She was a hell of a woman.”

  “Yeah she was.”

  “You ever think about the night of Ethan’s party?”

  “Yeah. Kind of hard not to wonder if things could’ve been prevented.”

  “Yeah.” The need for levity made him shift the subject. “I remember Ethan’s parties like they were yesterday.”

  “I fucked a lot of chicks at his parties.”

  “I was always on the sofa with a bunch of girls just massaging away. That ecstasy was some good shit.”

  “What happened to Ethan?”

  “He finished med school I think.”