The pounding at her door startled her. She glanced at her clock. Twenty minutes. The poor man must have broken every speed limit plus several other road rules to get here this fast.
“Who’s there?” she called out.
“Graham. Open the door, Lucy!”
Lucy flicked back her cape and opened the door.
Graham took one look at Lucy and stumbled back. She was naked. Except for the cape she’d worn as Red Riding Hood and those fuck-me-red heels. “What the fuck!”
“Oh, my, it’s the big, bad wolf,” she cried, hands going to her face. Her eyes widened, not with shock but with laughter.
Graham’s heart pounded painfully in his chest, and his back protested where the railing dug into it when he’d fallen back in shock. Staring into her bright, laughing eyes, he realized that his ruse was up. She’d somehow discovered the truth. “Let me in, Lucy. You’re naked.”
“Oh, can’t let the wolf in. Not yet. He might eat me.”
Graham’s cock went from hard to aching. “How?”
She beckoned him closer, snaked her hand around his neck, and ran her fingers up through his hair. “Here. A lovely little knot. And a few other things when I thought about it. Like using Jaimie’s name that weekend we were together. I never mentioned her name.”
She shook her head, held up her fingers, and ticked off his other tells. “In the elevator, you made a comment about Jaimie not getting her prince, and you called me Luc at Bryce’s mansion. The Wolf never calls me that. The Geek calls me that all the time. And the way my wolf sat on the table in the garden outside our cottage reminded me of you, the irritating geek. Then there was that kiss today. Want me to go on?”
He groaned. “I shouldn’t have kissed you. Been keeping my hands off you for just that reason.” He gripped her shoulders. “I was going to tell you tonight, and if you didn’t believe me, I was going to show you—”
“Your little playroom up in the attic?” She pulled the five bills clipped to the hem of her cloak and held them out. “I bet five bills my geek was as vanilla as they come.”
Graham’s laughter rang out as he took the money he’d given her. “Found that, did you?”
“Yeah,” she said dryly.
“How about it, my love. Are you going to let me in?”
She tipped her head to the side. “Depends on who’s coming in.”
Graham cupped her face in his ungloved hands. “The man who loves you, pet. The wolf and the geek, the man who decided he’d do anything to get the woman he loves to spend time with him. Can you accept them both?”
Lucy pulled his face to hers for a long, long, overdue kiss. “I can, I do. I love you, Graham. I love the Dom, and I love the geeky pain in my ass.” She pulled back and stepped into the apartment, dragging him with her. “But maybe it’s the Dom who should take charge tonight.”
Graham was completely enchanted and slightly off kilter. This was not what he expected, which made him love her even more. He trailed a finger down her nose and over her lips. “And why is that, my wonderful, lovely, Red?”
“Why, Mr. Wolf, I’ve been ever so bad. I fell in love with two men and told them each a big, fat lie today.” She stepped to one side.
The apartment was dimly lit with more candles than he could count except for one light that spotlighted a spanking bench in the middle of her living room. “Oh, my dearest, Red. I’m afraid you have been very, very bad.” He opened his arms.
She ran into them with a sob. “I love you.”
“I love you, Lucy.” They kissed for a long time, until they were both breathless, then Graham pulled back. “How about we make my fantasy of seeing you draped over a spanking bench come true.”
Lucy knelt. “Yes, Mr. Wolf.”
About the Author
Sydney St. Claire is the pseudonym of Susan Edwards, author of Historical Native American/Western/Paranormal romances and of the popular White Series. During her career, she has been nominated for the Romantic Times Career Achievement Award for Western Historical and Reviewer’s Choice Best Book Award.
Sydney takes her readers into the world of erotic romance where her characters come together in explosive passion as they solve life’s problems and find true love along with the best sex our hero and heroine have ever experienced.
She credits her mother for her writing success. Encouraged to read, Susan always preferred happy endings, which meant romances were her favorite genre.
Susan resides in California. Her office is quite crowded with two small dogs at her feet, another huge girl in her recliner, and five cats to keep her company while she writes. Life gets fun when all five insist on supervising…
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Coming Soon
Snow & Her Huntsman
By Sydney St. Claire
Book Three
Once Upon A Dom
Rylee Kincaid’s business is about to go under. Lucky for her, she’s found an investor. Ready to sign papers, she learns her knight in shining armor is Hunter Finnegan, a man who once crushed her young, tender heart. Her world comes crashing down as it becomes clear the rich businessman plans to take over her business and cast her out. Then he agrees to discuss a new deal, but only if Rylee will be his sub at a BDSM fairy tale event.
Hunter has never forgotten the wild weekend of sex with Rylee in college. Unfortunately, he had to let her go to keep peace in his family. Now he's back to claim the only woman he’s ever loved. He'll stop at nothing to make the black-haired, fair-skinned beauty hear the truth of what happened so long ago, even if he has to tie her up. And that's exactly what he does. But as the Huntsman reawakens Snow to the passion they once shared, Hunter isn't so sure he can do the same Rylee's heart.
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Cinderella & Prince Dom
by
Sydney St. Claire
Book One
Once Upon A Dom
Jaimie Newberry is jobless, her rent is due, and her cat just died. On top of that, she was accused of embezzling before she was fired. When her friend invites her for a weekend of kinky fairytale role playing, she agrees to go as Cinderella. What has she got to lose when sex with a handsome prince is involved?
CEO Bryce Langston needs to know if Jaimie is innocent of embezzlement or just very clever. He arranges for her to be his weekend sub but soon realizes the pretty scullery maid is naïve to the BDSM lifestyle. As her prince and her Dom, he intends to not only learn the truth but to make sure she has a fantasy come true.
Chapter One
“Why do I have to be Cinderella?” Jaimie Newberry stared at herself in the mirror. Her dress was a plain white button-up top with sleeves that ended at the elbows in ragged points and an attached muddy-brown skirt. She swished her hips, pleased at least with the feminine layers of handkerchief ruffles that cleverly gave the appearance of rags hanging in tatters.
“’Cause you’re blonde, blue-eyed, and innocent.”
Jaimie wrinkled her nose at her best friend. “Innocent? I don’t think so.”
Sitting on the bed, legs crossed and showing lots of thigh, Lucy leaned back
on her hands and grinned. “Come on, Jaimie, you know you are.”
“Just because I’m not into whips and bondage doesn’t mean I don’t know what goes on. I’ve had my share of boyfriends.”
Lucy rolled her eyes. “You, my dear friend, are as vanilla as they come.”
“Which is your way of saying I’m boring.” Unlike Lucy, with her jet-black hair, laughing brown eyes that tipped up just a bit at the corners, and smooth, honey complexion. The woman reminded her of an exotic princess.
“Not you, but the guys you end up with? Borrrring! Like Mike.”
“Let’s not talk about The Jerk.” Jaimie mentally sighed. Lucy had a point. Mike had been a total bore, especially in the bedroom, caring only about his own needs. She couldn’t count the number of times he’d finished his rutting—and there was no other way to put it—then fallen off her and gone to sleep, leaving her totally unsatisfied. Hell, the jerk never got her even close to an orgasm. He’d left her cold, cold, cold.
Jaimie frowned at the contents of her travel bag, which held one casual outfit to wear home on Sunday. Her cheeks flamed as she stared at her pile of sexy underwear. Lucy insisted she needed new and sexy. Jaimie had enjoyed picking out the bits of silk and lace that were totally impractical.
She shouldn’t have splurged though, not without a job and no prospects in sight. Sighing, she consulted her list of what to bring. It was very specific and included instructions not to bring any toiletries, that everything would be provided. She shook her head and glanced at Lucy. “Are you sure this is all I need to pack?”
“Yep, your clothes are included in the package. Most people there don’t want scented lotions—the emphasis is on natural.” She wagged her brows. “You know the primitive scent of hot sex.”
“Great. I’m going to be around people who smell of sweat and sex.” That didn’t sound at all romantic.
Lucy leaned over and peeked into Jaimie’s bag and shook her head. “Bet you won’t need those…”
“Those what?” She frowned when Lucy held up one of her new thongs. “Geez, Luc, not going to be on my back the entire time!” Her cheeks flamed.
Laughing wickedly, Lucy stood. “No. On your knees, standing, and who knows what other positions.” She flounced her skirt up and checked out her bare ass in the full-length mirror. “My partner sent a note. No panties.”
Jaimie lifted a brow. “Lucy!”
Lucy sank back on the bed. “God, three days of sex with my wolf.”
“I really don’t know if this is going to work for me.”
Giggling, Lucy shook her head. “You’re going to have a wonderful time. You’ll meet the prince of your heart, and he’ll swoop you off your feet and carry you away on his big, white horse.”
“Ha! The way my luck’s running, I’ll be paired with some old, balding guy with a beer belly.” Jaimie tossed her pillow at her best friend who’d left the bed and was hogging the full-length mirror as she preened and adjust her cherry-red cloak. “At least you get to be Little Red Riding Hood.”
“Yeah, and I get to spend the weekend with a big, bad wolf.”
Jaimie grinned. “Maybe you’ll get stuck with Granny.”
The pillow flew right back at Jaimie. “Nope. Remember those questionnaires we filled out?”
“No. I didn’t fill one out. You filled out mine. You never told me what kind of questions they asked.”
Lucy shrugged. “Don’t remember.”
“Liar.”
“Hey, this is going to be the best birthday present you’ve ever gotten. A weekend in a castle! Well, it’s a huge mansion, but while we are there, it’s our castle.”
Jaimie picked up her invitation, once again marveling over the thick, creamy parchment with glittering gold lettering. She ran her finger over the logo, an embossed castle in metallic blue. Beneath the castle were the words Kingdom of Dom.
“Lucy, I know you get paid big bucks, but this trip must have cost a ton.”
Grinning, her friend just shrugged. “I really didn’t have to pay anything. I just submitted your name.”
“But who paid for our costumes.” Her dress might look like an old pile of rags sewn together, but she recognized quality fabric and the design skill that went into her dress.
“The man you’re going to be with. All the Do—er, men pay for their partners.”
“He must be rich.”
“They all are, sweetie.” Lucy peered out the window. “Wish that limo would hurry up and get here.”
“I don’t know about this, Lucy.” Jaimie had misgivings about the forthcoming weekend—lots of them.
“Come on, Jaimie. Relax. When is the last time you’ve been waited on, eaten gourmet meals, and had mind-blowing sex for an entire weekend?”
Never. Jaimie sighed. “Considering I’m living on hot dogs and Top Ramen at the moment, the food sounds good.”
“Don’t forget the sex.”
“With a stranger.” She was horribly nervous about that, though Lucy assured her that she would have one partner for the weekend of role-playing, not an orgy. Maybe having someone treating her like a princess wouldn’t be too bad. Hell, her life at the moment mirrored Cinderella’s, sans the ugly stepsisters and stepmother. She had no job, was poor as a pauper, especially after buying enough sexy underwear for an entire week, and had certainly been trodden upon. Damn, if she didn’t find a job soon, she’d be out on the street.
Her gaze fell on the cat scratching post in the corner. At least if she were homeless, she wouldn’t have to worry about Snowball. At sixteen, her companion since childhood had died two weeks ago. She sighed again. What else could go wrong? “I should be looking for a job. If I don’t find something fast, I’m going to show up on your doorstep.”
“Don’t worry. It’ll work out. And hey, you don’t have any interviews lined up for today or tomorrow so treat yourself to a fun weekend.
“Maybe you’re right. I need a nice relaxing weekend. Who knows, maybe I’ll meet my fairy godmother.” She shoved her invitation into the cavernous pocket of Lucy’s cast-off Louis Vuitton handbag, then paced. The skirt fluttered around her thighs. She was ready for whatever the weekend had in store for her.
“You’re going to have the best time. The owner hosts different role-playing parties. The fairy tale theme is one of the most popular.” She giggled. “I’m always Little Red Riding Hood.”
Jaimie shut off the lights. Lucy was a lot more adventurous in her sex life. “So who is Dom? I assumed from the logo that it’s his mansion, or rather kingdom, we’re going to.”
Lucy, taking a sip from her water bottle, choked. Her eyes watered, and she burst into uncontrollable laughter.
“You all right?” Jaimie frowned.
“God, Jaimie. You’re too much. Come on, let’s go downstairs to wait. The limo is going to be here any minute. Can’t keep Dom waiting.”
Three hours later, the limo pulled up in front of a huge mansion. The driver opened Jaimie’s door, and she stepped out and admired the way the honey colored bricks gave the building an old-world look. The windows reflected the afternoon light, making the mansion sparkle and shine. Her gaze traveled up, and she gasped. “Turrets,” she whispered. Each with a blue and gold pennant-shaped flag flying from a pole at the top. “Wow.”
“Come on.” Lucy hooked her arm in Jaimie’s.
“What about our bags?”
“They’ll be delivered, miss.” The chauffeur bowed and motioned for them toward the steps that led to wide, double doors.
When she reached the door, Jaimie noted a small plaque. Pleasure Manor. Again, she felt butterflies flutter in her stomach as the door was opened by a butler. She turned, but the limo was heading back up the driveway. Taking a deep breath, she followed Lucy inside the mansion.
“Miss Sanchez, nice to see you again.”
“Hastings. Always nice to see you.”
The butler turned to Jaimie. “This must be Miss Newberry. Welcome to Pleasure Manor.”
“Thank you.”
“Your paperwork?” He held out his hand.
Jaimie dug her envelope out of her bag and handed it over. She’d found it both strange yet comforting knowing that all participants were required to get blood work done to be sure no one had any communal diseases. She’d also been required to sign a nondisclosure form. She shrugged mentally, remembering how she’d told Lucy they should have T-shirts that read What happened at the castle, stayed at the castle.
The butler took their sealed envelopes, then motioned to a woman in a maid’s uniform. She shuffled forward with a silver platter of masks artfully arranged in neat rows. Hastings picked up a red and black mask and handed it to Lucy, then gave Jaimie a blue mask, covered in silver and blue sequins.
Lucy smiled at Jaimie. “When we gather as a group, we are required to wear a mask.”
Hastings nodded, then gestured for them to follow a second maid. “Stella will show you to the receiving parlor.”
Jaimie adjusted her mask. It covered only her eyes and was surprisingly lightweight and comfortable.
Lucy squeezed her hand. “Ready?”
“Yes, yes, I am.” And to her surprise, she was eager to meet her prince and embark on a weekend of sex in a mansion-turned-castle.
****
Standing in a hidden room at the top of the narrow galley that lined three sides of the room below, Bryce Langston studied the gathered fairy tale characters. Everyone wore a mask, a requirement to hide identities. There were four billionaires, not including him, half dozen men and women worth millions, one senator, and several high-powered CEOs in attendance. Anonymity was the key to the success of his exclusive club.
The whisper of silk behind him made him smile. “You’re late, Glorie.”
“That’s Your Highness, to you, my friend.”
Glorie, one of his oldest and dearest friends, joined him at the two-way mirror. He glanced at her, taking in her costume. The leather and lace corset pushed her breasts up and out, revealing lots of rounded flesh, and the sheer, attached skirt barely covered her crotch in front but trailed the floor behind her. Her dark hair was piled high, and a black choker dotted with glittering gems accented her long, slender neck. Tall, spiky heels brought her to eye level. She made an imposing Domme. “Nice costume, my Queen.”
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