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Rex.
As if she’d look him in the eye. “Nevertheless, I am his possession.”
The members hooted at this audacity. “Naughty, naughty,” several began to chant. Joanna blushed, but she didn’t bow her head.
Rex ached with wanting her, yearned to bend her over a barstool and drill her until he couldn’t come any more, but he had to think of his responsibilities.
“Then let’s begin,” he said, noting how she quivered.
He spun Joanna in place, putting a hand on the back of her neck and driving her back to the garage with purpose.
In ten minutes, his mission would be accomplished, he was sure of it.
* * *
They were going back the way they’d come. Joanna didn’t understand. She’d been so close. She’d made all the pledges. What had gone wrong?
What had she done wrong? She didn’t dare ask the Master, not with the commanding weight of his hand on the back of her neck, reminding her of his strength and size. He had to be a foot and a half taller than her, all muscled power. That his touch could be so gentle just shook her to her marrow. He could do anything he wanted to her, and no one would make a sound of protest.
Her heart raced at that and she smelled her own anxiety, even as she reminded herself that she’d surrendered to him. She’d committed to a list of possibilities that made her dizzy.
So why were they going back the way they’d come?
Joanna felt panicky, as if she truly had been naughty, as if she was going to be deprived of the full experience of the Plume. She wanted it now, wanted it more than she’d realized earlier. Her resistance had frayed under the assault of the feathers, the incessant tickling that made her blood pound in her ears.
She was his to take.
The Master was the stuff of fantasy. His touch. His voice. His surety. His gentle strength and his conviction that he could teach her to orgasm only on command. Tough and tender all at once. It was irresistible. He was irresistible. Blindfolded and bound, she felt like another woman, one whose life was outside of her own, one who could enjoy a potent and forbidden kiss. A secret lover. A wicked game.
The fact was that Joanna had never been so excited in her life.
But she felt the warm air of the club fade behind them, along with the murmur of conversation. The tinkling of glasses faded into the distance, the solid tread of the Master’s boots right beside her. She heard the swish of those double doors, the ones she had passed through just moments before, felt the asphalt beneath her heels and chilly air collide with her thighs and breasts.
“Sir?” Rafael asked. The limousine must still be there, even though it wasn’t running.
She sensed that the Master made a gesture, because she heard a car door open. The Master murmured something to Rafael, something that made the other man walk away, purpose in the sound of his footsteps.
Joanna tingled. She was alone with the Master. Maybe he was taking her to a secret lair.
“We’ll start our photo album by recreating your arrival,” the Master said, his voice so low and melodic that Joanna wanted to listen to it all night long.
Pictures? Photographed and fucked. She’d agreed to that, in front of witnesses. She opened her mouth to argue then shut it again, feeling a flush of anger stain her cheeks. There’d be evidence of her being here, potential material for blackmail…
But the fact was she couldn’t do much to stop him.
She turned away from him, wanting to run, but his hands locked around her waist as if he anticipated that. His hand held her captive against the cool metal of the exterior of the car, his hip pinning her in place. He was wearing leather gloves and a leather jacket, encased in leather, its cool smoothness more exciting than Joanna had expected.
His erection was unmistakable and made her thoughts churn.
She heard the door open beside her, felt the Master ease her toward the opening. She couldn’t run, not without being able to see, and she
As if she’d look him in the eye. “Nevertheless, I am his possession.”
The members hooted at this audacity. “Naughty, naughty,” several began to chant. Joanna blushed, but she didn’t bow her head.
Rex ached with wanting her, yearned to bend her over a barstool and drill her until he couldn’t come any more, but he had to think of his responsibilities.
“Then let’s begin,” he said, noting how she quivered.
He spun Joanna in place, putting a hand on the back of her neck and driving her back to the garage with purpose.
In ten minutes, his mission would be accomplished, he was sure of it.
* * *
They were going back the way they’d come. Joanna didn’t understand. She’d been so close. She’d made all the pledges. What had gone wrong?
What had she done wrong? She didn’t dare ask the Master, not with the commanding weight of his hand on the back of her neck, reminding her of his strength and size. He had to be a foot and a half taller than her, all muscled power. That his touch could be so gentle just shook her to her marrow. He could do anything he wanted to her, and no one would make a sound of protest.
Her heart raced at that and she smelled her own anxiety, even as she reminded herself that she’d surrendered to him. She’d committed to a list of possibilities that made her dizzy.
So why were they going back the way they’d come?
Joanna felt panicky, as if she truly had been naughty, as if she was going to be deprived of the full experience of the Plume. She wanted it now, wanted it more than she’d realized earlier. Her resistance had frayed under the assault of the feathers, the incessant tickling that made her blood pound in her ears.
She was his to take.
The Master was the stuff of fantasy. His touch. His voice. His surety. His gentle strength and his conviction that he could teach her to orgasm only on command. Tough and tender all at once. It was irresistible. He was irresistible. Blindfolded and bound, she felt like another woman, one whose life was outside of her own, one who could enjoy a potent and forbidden kiss. A secret lover. A wicked game.
The fact was that Joanna had never been so excited in her life.
But she felt the warm air of the club fade behind them, along with the murmur of conversation. The tinkling of glasses faded into the distance, the solid tread of the Master’s boots right beside her. She heard the swish of those double doors, the ones she had passed through just moments before, felt the asphalt beneath her heels and chilly air collide with her thighs and breasts.
“Sir?” Rafael asked. The limousine must still be there, even though it wasn’t running.
She sensed that the Master made a gesture, because she heard a car door open. The Master murmured something to Rafael, something that made the other man walk away, purpose in the sound of his footsteps.
Joanna tingled. She was alone with the Master. Maybe he was taking her to a secret lair.
“We’ll start our photo album by recreating your arrival,” the Master said, his voice so low and melodic that Joanna wanted to listen to it all night long.
Pictures? Photographed and fucked. She’d agreed to that, in front of witnesses. She opened her mouth to argue then shut it again, feeling a flush of anger stain her cheeks. There’d be evidence of her being here, potential material for blackmail…
But the fact was she couldn’t do much to stop him.
She turned away from him, wanting to run, but his hands locked around her waist as if he anticipated that. His hand held her captive against the cool metal of the exterior of the car, his hip pinning her in place. He was wearing leather gloves and a leather jacket, encased in leather, its cool smoothness more exciting than Joanna had expected.
His erection was unmistakable and made her thoughts churn.
She heard the door open beside her, felt the Master ease her toward the opening. She couldn’t run, not without being able to see, and she
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