© Wendi Zwaduk
Reese dropped to her knees on the floor. The cushioning pillowed around her. Luke chuckled and rested on his haunches before her. “I’ve known since you walked in. You are mine.” He rubbed his nose along her neck, his chilled breath fanning over her skin . “Your safe word is bank.”
“Yes, Master.” She shivered. How did he know about her job? Could he read her mind like the bartender?
“Hands.” She did as told and Luke bound her wrists with thick cuffs. “I see the thoughts running rampant in your mind.”
She bit down hard on her tongue, drawing a drop of blood. No doubt Luke would see the scars peppering her body.
“You’re wearing too many clothes.” Luke produced a knife and severed the bodice of her dress. He slid the limp material down her body until it pooled around her knees. “Better.”
“But my dress—” she wriggled away from him an inch, her fear of losing more than her clothes rising from the pit of her stomach. No more knives. Please.
A paddle materialized from behind his back. “You spoke out of turn and lied to me, pet.” Luke slapped the leather against the flat of his hand. “I should spank your ass until it shines. But I respect your fears. I’d never use a knife on a woman.”
She stared at him with a combination awe and relief.
“We talk and then we play. I need to know your boundaries. Speak, pet.”
“You control me. Bondage, clamps, teeth are fine. No knives or wax.”
He smoothed his fingers over her cheek. “I will do only what brings you pleasure.”
“Yes, Master.” She shivered in anticipation. Hell yes, she wanted her ass reddened. She wanted him deep in her body, his cock pulsing in her cunt and his fangs piercing her neck.
“Ah, you want the paddle?” He ran his tongue over his fangs. “Lay across the ottoman, with your sexy bottom in the air, unless you want to use your safe word.”
Reese scrambled to assume the position he requested. Her hair fell over her eyes as she braced her hands on the cool floor. God, she could come with just his hand on her flesh.
“So pretty.” Luke slid the buttery soft paddle over the backs of her thighs and buttocks. “So mine.” He knelt in front of her, staring into her eyes. “Kiss me, pet.”
Her lips parted on a gasp as she looked into his eyes. Before the idea of shrinking back crossed her mind, Luke feasted on her mouth. The slight scrape of his fangs on her bottom lip ratcheted her desire up another notch. She whimpered when he pulled away and rose up on his knees.
“You’ve done well.” He popped the button on his leathers. “Unzip me.”
She grasped the zipper tab with her teeth and revealed him inch by delicious inch. His cock sprang free from the constraints, just a breath away from her lips.
“Take me in your mouth.”
She licked the bead of pre-come glistening on the tip of his penis, savouring the silky texture on her tongue.
“More.”
To aide her attempts, Luke slid forward. Reese took him to the back of her throat, alternating pressure with her tongue around his girth.
“Fuck, yes, pet.”
She stroked him, tasting him everywhere. When she pulled out long enough to breathe, Luke fisted her hair, his hand connecting with her ass in a thunderous crack. “I didn’t say you could stop.”
Oh no, she wasn’t about to give up until he climaxed on her tongue. Using her toes as leverage, she rocked back and forth on the ottoman to mimic intercourse with her mouth on his dick. She cast a glance up into his eyes.
“So fucking good.” He ground out the words as a shiver overtook his body. Luke surged forward and hot jets of his semen coated her tongue. She lapped at every drop, pleased that she’d made him come.
Luke released his grasp on her hair and unbuckled her wrists. “Stand.”
Although not her most graceful attempt, Reese stood and held her head high.
He unlocked the cuffs and gave a stiff nod of his head. “Arms behind your back.”
Reese fought the urge to glance over her shoulder, to watch him at work the leather straps. Luke confounded her while delighting and turning her inside on. No revulsion, just desire to be with her.
He caressed his hands from around her waist up to her breasts. A momentary twinge of self-consciousness ebbed through her. At a B-cup, she wasn’t endowed, but she wasn’t flat either.
“You’re beautiful,” Luke nipped at her earlobe, the act sending pinpricks of excitement coursing through her veins. “My pet deserves a reward. Turn.”
He scooped her into his arms, giving her a long look at his features. A thin scar marred his temple in a silvery line. Worry lines creased at the corner of his eye and a dusting of dark hair peppered his cheek. Just to rub her hands, her cheeks and inner thighs over those prickles. She suppressed a moan.
“Do I please you, pet?”
She parted her lips to respond and gasped instead. The surroundings weren’t the black playroom. Where in the hell had he taken her? Hunter green walls with black curtains shrouding the windows served as the new confines. A bed made of rich mahogany wood hulked in the corner. Candles lit the space with a dim yellow glow. He set her on the bed as if she were a doll.
Where the heck was she?
“My bedroom.” He knelt before her and palmed her knees. “Open. I want to see my prize.”
Her safe word teetered on the tip of her tongue. She stared at the thick chestnut coloured carpet.
“You must be honest with me, Reese.” Luke met her gaze and brushed her hair off her face with gentle caresses. “Tell me what he did.”
“Yes, Master.”
Wendi Zwaduk
I always dreamed of writing the stories in my head. Tall, dark, and handsome heroes are my favorites, as long as he has an independent woman keeping him in line. I tend to write books with titles taken from songs because music is one of my many muses.
I earned a BA in education and as well as a Masters in Education. I’ve tried my hand at teaching, waitressing, and retail sales, but writing holds my heart.
I love NASCAR, romance, books in general, farmland, dirt racing, and my menagerie of animals. I books under contract with Total-E-Bound, Liquid Silver Books, and the Wild Rose Press. But then again, I’ve got more stories percolating than my brain can handle. I can’t wait to share them with you!
