STORY EXCERPT

“I ate so much at the reception, I can barely breathe.” She sucked in a hard breath and flattened her palm against her stomach. Her breasts rose and fell, ever so slowly, too danged slow given the fact he stopped breathing long enough to observe. “I sampled everything there.”

He hadn’t touched the gourmet foods served. It was kind of hard to eat when one kept biting back the raging need to drag his new bride off to the side and make a real honest woman out of her.

Come to think of it, that’s precisely what he should’ve done. Then, he wouldn’t be sitting there hard as steel, horny as hell.

Melody struggled to reach the zipper behind her back. She twisted one way and then another before she finally gave up and said, “I could use some help over here.”

Manny jerked. He saw his chance. She offered opportunity up like she was serving it on a platter with a silver spoon.

He sat there for a minute more, carefully analyzing the best approach. Truth told, he was trying to get a grip on his lust—and to no avail.

Even without her makeup, the woman looked like an angel. No, fuck no. She was a real vixen and he’d be a lot better off if he’d keep that in mind. He needed to retain some perspective, maintain some clarity about their situation.

He slowly rose to his feet, but he didn’t take a step in her direction. Instead, he said, “Come here.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“You’ll beg for more than my pardon if you don’t come here, sub.”

A visible tremor shook through her curvy form and he reined in a grin, defying the urge to let her see the real Dom in her presence, the primary reason he had been chosen for this mission.

“Manny, our ‘roles’ don’t start until the club opens tomorrow night. It might help if you remember that. Oh, and please be advised that when we’re behind closed doors, we drop the act.”

“There’s no act here.”

She nervously ran her fingers through her hair. “Forget it. I’ll go downstairs and ask one of the Donovans to unzip me.”

“And you’ll sleep in that skimpy dress, too,” he promised her, his lips twitching. “They’ve turned in for the night and if you ask them to help you out of your dress, they’ll turn you away like they’d turn away a salesman at their door.”

“You can’t help me out?”

He grinned. “I’d love to, sub, but only if you come over here and ask properly.”

She balled her fists and marched across the room. Standing before him, she took a heavy breath, one forceful enough to send those voluptuous breasts to the spilling point again given her too-low scoop neckline.

“See? That wasn’t so bad now was it?”

“Would you please unzip my dress, Manny?”

“I’m considering it.” They’d made slight progress. He could press his luck and demand she assume an appropriate submissive position, but he had a feeling she’d balk at the idea.

She narrowed those emerald-green eyes and whipped around without saying a word. She lifted her hair and struck a pose, cocking her hip to the side and placing her hand in the curve of her waist.

God help him. At the very least, he had hoped to find a blemish on those sculpted shoulders or maybe an ugly tattoo with another guy’s name.

Flawless…so far, every inch of her flesh was perfect.

His erection stretched forward another few centimeters. He stepped closer, careful to keep enough distance but still right behind her. He unhooked the tiny silver clasp at the top of her dress and smiled to himself when he noticed how far down the zipper extended.

“It’s not a complicated task, Manny,” she snapped, looking over her shoulder.

“It’s not a task at all, Melody.”

Carefully—and as slow as humanly possible—he unzipped her dress, taking the opportunity to rub his knuckles over her silken flesh as the dress parted and exposed her pale skin.

Chill bumps scattered across her back. His dick throbbed as he imagined caressing her. What he’d give to dip his fingers under the material and snap that silver thong she wore.

Ah fuck. She was wearing a thong?

He swallowed once and cursed his surprise, studying the patch of lace at the top of her undergarment. Of course she’d been wearing a blasted thong. Her danged dress was nearly see-through!

“How you doing back there, Manny?” she asked, far too much play in her voice.

And before he could stop himself, he spun her around. He bit back a groan and paid close attention to the innocence in her eyes. Somewhere between admiration and fantasies, he managed to say, “All finished here.”

She glanced down at his stretching cock and said, “Here maybe, but I believe you need to go take care of your little problem so we can push aside imaginary pleasures and focus on the real business at hand.”

ADULT EXCERPT

Without wasting a moment, she unhooked his belt and unbuttoned his khakis. Then, ever so slowly, she unzipped him.

His heated eyes instilled a lust inside her that she’d never experienced, never held the capacity to imagine. “Push down my slacks. Pull my cock from my shorts and suck the tip, sub.”

Yes indeed. This was it. This was the start of a more intimate understanding of sex and longing, desire and fulfillment. And while there may have been a crowd standing by to witness it all, she was ready.

She’d waited. She’d fantasized. Now, she could take what was right in front of her and cherish it as her own.

And Melody had no doubts whatsoever. She’d saved herself for the right man.

“I see you want to defy me?”

She jerked to attention, lured away from her private thoughts by his gruff Southern voice. “No, Sir. I was just—”

“I didn’t ask you to justanything, sub. I told you to pull out my cock and suck my dick.” He grabbed hold of her arm and hoisted her to her feet.

“No, I—”

“Silence, sub!” he bellowed, though under his breath, he quickly added, “You must be obedient, Melody. Please.”

Their exchange was brief, but meaningful. He reassured her before he led her to the metal table where she would undoubtedly face her punishment.

Manny pushed her against the cool flat surface. Massaging her hips, he stroked her behind with a firm hand.

“Do you want me to lift up my dress, Sir?”

“I want you to be quiet, sub,” he grated out, gripping the riding crop at his side.

He strolled around the cage then, taking long strides before he went to her once more. He popped her bottom and the leather smacking against her material was dull, muffled.

“More, sub?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He yanked her head back and stared into her eyes. Lord have mercy! The lust in his dark, hooded gaze was enough to leave her panting.

“Next time, you’ll fuck me with those full lips, sub. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” She couldn’t wait to do just that!

He smirked. “Very good, my little submissive one.”

Once he assumed a position behind her again, he lifted his arm so quickly she felt the wind from his movement. He then struck her with force, spanking her over and over again. She cried out from the burning impact, moaning and whimpering with every strike. Her pussy clenched and her mouth dried. She realized a more profound need had seated itself deep in the heart of her pussy.

Then, only then, did she know the consequences of desire, the overwhelming surge of true personal need. “I’ll do anything, Sir.”

“Yes,” he whispered, the Dom rolling to the fore as quickly as her submissive nature. “You’ll do anything I ask of you because you love me.”

God yes, she loved him. Maybe now was as good a time as any to admit it. She slowly nodded, meeting his heated gaze and realizing nothing could’ve stopped her from showing him just how much.

In some ways, she felt like her love for him happened too soon. On the other hand, she recalled the first time she’d met him in Drew Remington’s club. Their first exchange had been brief. Subsequent meetings left her longing for another. Even when she’d returned to Drew’s club months after her first assignment had ended, she’d known lust. She’d known a torturous longing.

Yes, oh yes. She loved him. Perhaps she’d been afraid to admit it. Maybe she’d feared how he might respond to that love, but as she acknowledged her love for him, she also acknowledged his acceptance of her love.

“Touch me, sub.” Manny stood in front of her then. He pushed her to her knees, clasping his hand around her nape. “Suck my cock, baby.”

She gasped, nearly choked on the mere sight of his large size. He pressed his swollen cockhead against her lips, slipping inside her mouth one agonizing inch at a time.

“Let me guide you,” he whispered, looking down on her with admiration and…was it concern that she saw?

Melody looped her tongue around the head and sucked. She pulled at the taut flesh, gradually consuming him with her greedy mouth.

“Hmm, yes,” he crooned. “That’s real nice, sub.”

His stance changed. He parted his feet and gripped her head between both hands. Then, he thrust between her lips with one even jolt.