STORY EXCERPT

“You say you’re here on business, Mr. Marshall?” She surprised herself when she showed an interest in the life of the man standing before her.

“Call me Zack. All my friends do. In fact, I insist that you call me Zack, because I have a gut feeling that you and I are going to get to know one another a whole lot better in the future.”

For some strange reason she couldn’t stop her hand fluttering to her throat as she let out another little cough. “Okay.”

“Okay, what?”

“Okay, Zack.” She felt sure she blushed like a teenage girl on her first date.

“In answer to your question, I run an aeronautical company located on the shores of Lake Eerie. The order books are full, and business is booming right now, so much so that I need to expand.” He winked at her, and this time she kind of liked the attention. “I’ve decided that the second factory for Marshall Aeronautical will be built right here in Boston.”

He looked her up and down with pure sexual intent showing in his silver-gray eyes. “And from what I’ve seen of Boston so far, it does not disappoint me, Andrea.”

His voice and its delivery were cultured. His choice of words articulate and measured. However, mixed in with his velvety tone, was the merest hint of a Detroit accent. It was barely noticeable, but it was there all right, and it gave her an insight into the achingly handsome man who now stood mere inches from her.

Achingly handsome? Did she really just think such thoughts?

She surprised herself, because since Joe’s tragic death some five years ago, she’d thought she’d lost the desire and ability to think of men in a passionate, sexual way. Well, she was wrong, because this intriguing stranger was having a powerful effect on her libido.

He stared at her for what seemed an inordinately long time, those silver-gray eyes seeming to bore deep into her soul, reigniting long extinguished embers of passion.

“Are you okay, princess?”

“Yes, yes, I’m fine. I’m absolutely fine. Why do you ask?” She knew she’d lost the composure she’d ably demonstrated barely a half hour ago, but there was something about this guy, something she liked, but something that frightened her, too. Zack Marshall was one hundred percent the dominant, and Andrea had no doubt in her mind that given the opportunity, he’d control her, just like he’d controlled the other submissives in his life. She just knew it. Just like any other sub knew, when in the presence of a real Master.

He smiled again, and she now knew he held the upper hand. “It’s just that you’re looking a little flushed, and your breathing seems faster than it should be.”

Trying to counter his domination, she feebly replied, “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not.” With his fingers spread wide, he placed the palm of his hand on her chest, and for some crazy reason she didn’t push him away. In the past, she hadn’t hesitated to slap the faces of men, who tried it on with her, but not now, because she was literally putty in this guy’s hands. Those all-knowing eyes seeming to control her more with each passing second.

“There, I was right all along. See how fast it beats. Surely your heart shouldn’t beat so quickly unless you’re feeling unwell?”

Summoning her reserves of willpower, she finally backed away from him. “No, as I said, I’m absolutely fine, and if my husband finds out that you’ve laid a finger on me, then you’ll be in big trouble.”

“Is that so.” The way he spoke, she knew this guy wasn’t afraid of anything or anybody, and to prove it, he took a step toward her before feathering his hand across her cheek, trailing his fingers between her lips, which for some reason she found herself obediently parting for him. “In that case, Andrea, it will just have to be our little secret, won’t it?”

She felt guilty for lying, for telling him that her husband was still alive, but it was a strategy that had worked well in the past, and had saved her a lot of hassle and explanation as to why she was unwilling to enter into new relationships. Of course, she could tell him the truth right now, but she’d probably never see him again once he’d flown back to Cleveland. So what would be the point?

For the first time in almost five years, Andrea felt those sexual feelings return. Those wonderful erotic sensations that every woman is entitled to. She knew her pussy was wet, and she knew that he knew it, too, because he toyed with her, like a cat toyed with a mouse, and may God damn her for it, but she liked it, enjoying the attention he paid her. For the first time since Joe’s death, she felt like a real flesh and blood woman again.

He wasn’t finished with her yet, because his eyes held an intensity that frightened and excited her in equal measure. She knew that Zack Marshall was the real deal, and a million miles away from the pretend Doms who visited Club Submission once, never to be seen again.

Still caressing her cheek and lips with his fingertips, he matter-of-factly added, “I’ll also be buying another house right here in Boston. I’m a hands-on type of guy, so I’ll need to be close to my new factory in order to sort things out should the shit hit the fan. I’ll need someone who knows the area well, someone who can point me in the direction of the best neighborhoods.”

“Well I…Well I…” Goddamn it, she cursed herself. Why did she find it so hard to speak coherently in this man’s presence?

ADULT EXCERPT

“So far, so good, my sub. You’re exhibiting impressive restraint.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

Her initial triumph didn’t last long, because when his fingers traced a line between her breasts, she twitched for the first time.

His smile broadened. “One discipline point.”

When he knelt down and tenderly kissed the underside of her breasts, she twitched again, causing him to tut-tut dismissively. “And after such a promising start, too.”

“Sorry, Sir.”

He was in the ascendancy, while she amassed discipline points like there was no tomorrow. Large, masculine hands pushed her breasts together and he feverishly sucked her nipples in turn, pulling each nub taut before eventually releasing it, leaving just a single trail of saliva linking the two aroused peaks. Such was the exquisite pleasure he gifted her, she lost count of how many times her body twitched and jerked beneath his sensual touch.

Why should I care? This is a win-win situation for me.

Still in a kneeling position, he cupped her buttocks hard, pulling her toward him before swirling his tongue inside her belly button. He was clearly enjoying himself as was she, and Andrea longed to run her fingers through his jet-black locks as he worshipped her body. However, she knew such overt disobedience was against the rules, so difficult as it was, she forced her arms to hang limp at her sides, savoring the total dominance Zack exerted over her.

When his index finger drifted between her feminine folds, she twitched repeatedly, not caring how many discipline points it cost her, her knees threatening to buckle with the exquisite pleasure.

“Oh, Zack.”

“Shhh. Did I give you permission to speak?” His voice was deep and authoritative, turning her on even more.

“No, Sir, I’m sorry.”

“Add ten extra discipline points to your total, my sub. By my calculations, you’re getting perilously close to three figures already.”

“Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”

With a mischievous smile to his perfect face, he stared up into her eyes as his insistent finger probed deeper. This time spreading her wet folds wide enough to contact her clit.

“Oh, God. Oh, my God. Please.”

“More talking, more movement, means more discipline points, my sub.”

The tip of his finger circled her engorged clit, bringing her almost indescribable pleasure. “I don’t care. I don’t give a damn.”

She watched his beautiful smile broaden as he continued to pleasure the most intimate part of her body.

“Aroused so quickly, princess. It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?”

“Oh, God, yes. Too long.”

“If that’s the case, the outcome will be explosive.”

“Oh, God. Dear God.” Her breathing was fast and heavy. “Oh, God, please don’t tease me, Sir.”

“You’re right there, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Right on the very edge”

“The very edge, Sir. Yes.” She’d tried her best to be an obedient sub, but she just couldn’t help herself, and throwing caution to the winds, and breaking every rule in the book, she fisted her hands into his beautiful jet-black hair and pulled—hard.

She couldn’t mistake his sharp intake of breath, but the pain did nothing to detract him from the task of pleasuring her. In fact, her disobedient actions obviously turned him on, because the circular movements of his finger against her engorged blood filled clit increased, causing joy bringing endorphins to pop, fizzle and explode in her brain as she started to come apart.

“Zack. Goddamn you, Zack.”

“You will call me Sir at all times.” His dominant, uncompromising demeanor only increased the power of her climax, the steady trickle of pleasure becoming a torrent as the dam finally broke, releasing feelings of pure euphoria and well-being as her clitoris vibrated against his ecstasy giving touch.

“God…God…oh, dear…God.” Her legs trembled uncontrollably, and she briefly feared they wouldn’t take her weight, as she came and came again. With her head thrown back and her lips parted, she fisted her hands into his jet-black hair like a crazed banshee.

So powerful was Andrea’s first sexual release in five years that it was almost a relief when it finally subsided, and as her composure slowly returned she looked down at the beautiful smiling man still kneeling at her feet, his hand now motionless between her legs.

Still fighting to regain her breath, she submissively whimpered, “I’m sorry, I know I failed the test, Sir, but how many discipline points did I get?”

“Too many to count, princess.” He took his hand from her soaking folds, and she clearly saw her sexual arousal glistening on his index finger. He carefully studied it for a moment or two. “Mmm, it would be a shame to waste this.” With those sexily uttered words, she watched spellbound as he sucked her feminine juices from his finger, making a point of showing her just how must he enjoyed the way she tasted. “You do not disappoint me, my sub, because you taste divine.”