arms; I feel it in my bones.
“I want this more than you know, but we really don’t have to start today.” The concern etched on his handsome face combined with his tender words is my undoing.
“I want to.” I don’t need to tell him twice. I wouldn’t get the chance. His lips consume me, his embrace surrounds but in-spite of his secure hold, I fall.
I have been silent since Jason pulled his car into the reserved parking space at the rear of the club. I know the club is closed, but I also know why we’re here. Besides, Jason is one of the owners, so hours of business don’t really apply to him. Honestly, my heart hasn’t really recovered a normal beat pattern since we finished in my bedroom a short time ago, but I try to take some calming breaths nonetheless. I take enormous comfort from Jason’s protective arm around my waist and then his tender hold of my hand as he leads me through the back office. He leaves me for a moment—to get a key, I presume—then he leads me along the corridor and stops just outside one of the private rooms. The only sound is the blood rushing with the fierce pumping of my heart, but I doubt he can hear that. He swings the door wide open and motions for me to step inside. The lion’s den, where, up until this moment, I have always been the lion tamer: strong, in control and with wicked whipping skills. Not for the first time since agreeing I question my sanity.
Jason makes me crazy, causes me do crazy things at the very least. Why on earth would I relinquish control like this? But Jason steps up behind me, and all I feel is burning heat and desire for him, to please him. He wraps his strong arms around my waist, holding me tight against his frame; his embrace is so secure it steals my breath. My body is alive with tiny electrical currents dancing over my skin. I tingle from head to toe with longing, lust, and a need so raw I am helpless to do anything but listen to it. Listen to my body and trust that Jason is the right man to relinquish everything I hold dear.
His soft lips caress my neck, and I move to give him all the access possible. He takes his time breathing me in, peppering my skin with a million light kisses, down my neck, along my collarbone and settling on my desperate lips. Gentle and reverent attention morphs into urgent and needy, and an uncontrolled moan escapes the back of my throat. My twitchy fingers ache to hold him. His hands are intertwined with mine, and he is holding them firmly at my side. His deep chuckle and smile against my lips is evidence enough that he knows exactly the effect he has on me. He pulls back and drops all contact, smiling wider at the instant result of his absence and my involuntary deflated posture.
“Hold out your hand.” His deep tone drops a little lower, I recognise the authority in the timbre of his voice. I get a flash of a thousand prickles on my skin. The sensual lighting reflects the glow of instant perspiration. I am surprised with my own innate response to his unmistakable switch from affable to dominant, a testament to his natural commanding aura. The ease with which he wears his cloak of Dominance is unmistakable, and I find I am intoxicated. I immediately offer my hand in supplication. His eyes shine dark and crinkle with pleasure. He reaches into his back pocket and slowly releases a long strand of diamonds; they must be almost a metre long. I struggle to swallow the thick, dry lump in my throat. The cool weight sparkles in my palm. I know from the clarity of the crystal shine, that these are the real deal.
“I want you to wear this,” Jason states without inflection, “and nothing else.” He pauses but remains impassive despite my sudden sharp intake of breath. I am a little stunned and hesitate a moment too long and in a much sterner tone he adds. “Strip…now.”
I jump a little but check myself. I am by no stretch a newbie here, yet you wouldn’t know it today, since I’m very much acting like one.
“I want this more than you know, but we really don’t have to start today.” The concern etched on his handsome face combined with his tender words is my undoing.
“I want to.” I don’t need to tell him twice. I wouldn’t get the chance. His lips consume me, his embrace surrounds but in-spite of his secure hold, I fall.
I have been silent since Jason pulled his car into the reserved parking space at the rear of the club. I know the club is closed, but I also know why we’re here. Besides, Jason is one of the owners, so hours of business don’t really apply to him. Honestly, my heart hasn’t really recovered a normal beat pattern since we finished in my bedroom a short time ago, but I try to take some calming breaths nonetheless. I take enormous comfort from Jason’s protective arm around my waist and then his tender hold of my hand as he leads me through the back office. He leaves me for a moment—to get a key, I presume—then he leads me along the corridor and stops just outside one of the private rooms. The only sound is the blood rushing with the fierce pumping of my heart, but I doubt he can hear that. He swings the door wide open and motions for me to step inside. The lion’s den, where, up until this moment, I have always been the lion tamer: strong, in control and with wicked whipping skills. Not for the first time since agreeing I question my sanity.
Jason makes me crazy, causes me do crazy things at the very least. Why on earth would I relinquish control like this? But Jason steps up behind me, and all I feel is burning heat and desire for him, to please him. He wraps his strong arms around my waist, holding me tight against his frame; his embrace is so secure it steals my breath. My body is alive with tiny electrical currents dancing over my skin. I tingle from head to toe with longing, lust, and a need so raw I am helpless to do anything but listen to it. Listen to my body and trust that Jason is the right man to relinquish everything I hold dear.
His soft lips caress my neck, and I move to give him all the access possible. He takes his time breathing me in, peppering my skin with a million light kisses, down my neck, along my collarbone and settling on my desperate lips. Gentle and reverent attention morphs into urgent and needy, and an uncontrolled moan escapes the back of my throat. My twitchy fingers ache to hold him. His hands are intertwined with mine, and he is holding them firmly at my side. His deep chuckle and smile against my lips is evidence enough that he knows exactly the effect he has on me. He pulls back and drops all contact, smiling wider at the instant result of his absence and my involuntary deflated posture.
“Hold out your hand.” His deep tone drops a little lower, I recognise the authority in the timbre of his voice. I get a flash of a thousand prickles on my skin. The sensual lighting reflects the glow of instant perspiration. I am surprised with my own innate response to his unmistakable switch from affable to dominant, a testament to his natural commanding aura. The ease with which he wears his cloak of Dominance is unmistakable, and I find I am intoxicated. I immediately offer my hand in supplication. His eyes shine dark and crinkle with pleasure. He reaches into his back pocket and slowly releases a long strand of diamonds; they must be almost a metre long. I struggle to swallow the thick, dry lump in my throat. The cool weight sparkles in my palm. I know from the clarity of the crystal shine, that these are the real deal.
“I want you to wear this,” Jason states without inflection, “and nothing else.” He pauses but remains impassive despite my sudden sharp intake of breath. I am a little stunned and hesitate a moment too long and in a much sterner tone he adds. “Strip…now.”
I jump a little but check myself. I am by no stretch a newbie here, yet you wouldn’t know it today, since I’m very much acting like one.
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