The physical action she craved would never happen. She didn’t do casual sex. Not with anyone from Inferno and especially not with the buff god standing less than a foot away. He was too dominating, too arousing.
Raising her gaze to his, Tessa blushed. A predatory confidence burned there, setting the green contours of his eyes alight with what she could only describe as sexual desire. When he grinned and touched his full upper lip with the tip of his tongue, she mentally bit down on her knuckles and groaned. Her masked savior was sex on a stick. And she knew exactly where she wanted to lick first.
“You seem a little dazed. Want me to repeat the question?” His voice, a rich timbre in her ears, held a slightly Southern lilt that made her desire more painful. She’d always had a weakness for a Texan twang.
She regained some composure and withdrew her hand from his grasp. “I’m okay. A little shocked and feeling a little stupid. I should have remembered my safeword.” She gave the guy a wry smile, feeling foolish for allowing herself to be so naïve.
He pushed a hand through his spiky hair. She followed the movement, fascinated by the length and slenderness of his fingers. “We pride ourselves on a safe and discreet environment here at Inferno. I’m sorry you had to experience that in your search for a Dominant.”
Tessa frowned. Just because she was on the receiving end of a spanking didn’t mean she was looking for a Dominant. How could he assume something like that? It wasn’t like she had it written on her forehead.
Lifting her chin, she stared straight into his arrogant, cocky eyes. “How do you know I’m not here looking for a submissive?”
Her words brought laughter. Not just any laugh but a throw-back-your-head-and-roar type of laugh. Her cheeks burned with humiliation.
Gritting her teeth, she asked, “What’s so funny?”
The guy took a deep breath and looked down. His eyes danced with humor and a mischievous glint, sending zings through her body all over again. Her cheeks now burned with something other than embarrassment.
“What’s funny is the thought of you coming here to find a submissive.” Leaning forward, he fingered her lapel intimately. His gazed burned into hers. “You don’t have a dominant bone in your body, lady.”
Tessa didn’t know whether to grab his tight, white T-shirt and beg him to kiss her or to be offended by his comment. He spoke with such conviction, such absolute authority, she knew he had a dominant bone, and more than one.
Still, it didn’t become a woman to let a man get the better of her. On second thought, that was exactly why she was here. To let a man get the better of her. The whole Dominant/submissive thing was really confusing.
“And how do you know I don’t have a dominant bone in my body? You don’t even know me, mister.” There, she’d told him. “In fact, I might be looking for a nice piece of ass just like yourself to take home. I’ll bend you over and spank those tight buns ’til you scream.”
He raised an eyebrow and stopped rubbing her shirt. He just stared at her, as if looking straight into her soul. Then, wrapping his fingers around her arms, he gently pushed her against the nearest wall. Her back collided with the concrete and she let out a squeak. Whether from shock or excitement, she didn’t know.
He had her trapped, and Tessa loved every second of it.
Her breath hitched, her body cried out kiss me, kiss me, take me! A body could be a treacherous thing. Her lips parted in anticipation. Her pussy throbbed with delight.
The guy slapped one hand against the wall above her head. With the other, he stroked her hipbone. The guy was really into stroking.
“How about I just bend you over my knee right here and give you a spanking?” The tone of his voice was low, intimate, husky. The sounds of the club faded away. All she could hear was him, all she could smell was his spicy, woodsy scent.
His breath tickled her ear as he leaned into her body and whispered, “You’d like me to spank you, get those tight ass cheeks all red. You’d beg me and I wouldn’t stop. You’d beg me to fuck you.”
Stunned yet shamelessly excited by this rough talk, Tessa opened her mouth to speak but his lips covered hers in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was hard and brutal. Just how she needed it. Just how she’d fantasized millions of times in the past.
His tongue forced its way into her mouth, dueling with hers like they were two warriors battling to the last. They continued to kiss, to explore each other. His kiss was hot and enticing, stoking a sweet fervor inside her. Not once did he let up on the dominating assault.
She felt as if she would drown from the passion building in her body. Her nipples became turgid peaks begging to be touched, her heart slammed against her rib cage. Elation and excitement coursed through her, mingling with the heady feeling of taboo. This illicit encounter with a stranger shouldn’t make her quite so horny.
Be quiet!
He stroked his tongue against hers, teased the roof of her mouth before drawing back. His labored breathing matched hers. She managed to open her eyes and glance up. His thick lashes framed eyes languid with the heat of their kiss. She swallowed and his gaze followed the movement of her throat. He parted his lips, licked the lower one again. His nostrils flared with passion.
She couldn’t read his emotions, other than his lust. He was a stranger to her in every sense yet she knew his scent, the taste of his lips, and she’d never been more certain that she wanted his tongue mating with hers again.
Clutching his shirt, Tessa pulled the stranger toward her. Her lips clashed with his, biting, nipping, demanding. She let out a small moan as his hands tunneled under her shirt. His fingers stroked lazy patterns across her torso. The contact of his skin against hers was electrifying. Every nerve ending sparked to life. She wanted to wrap her legs around his waist, plaster her body against his and have him fuck her.
The stranger placed fevered kisses on her cheek and across her eyelids. He nibbled at her chin before giving her throat one long, leisurely lick. Tessa sighed, wrapped one leg around his waist and draped her arms across his shoulders, clawing at his shirt.
His teeth were doing wondrous things to her earlobe. His tongue rimmed the shell of her ear, making her shiver.
She didn’t even know his name. The thought was like a bucket of ice water across her heated skin.
What the hell am I doing? First the spanking incident and now this!
Managing to lift her hands, she placed them on his broad chest and pushed, wrenching her mouth from his in the process. His chest heaved, his eyelids drooped lazily, his lips swollen. When they curled upward into a coy smile, Tessa thought this stranger was the sexiest man alive.
Panicking at the thought she might have found a Dominant after all, a man who could make her lose control, lose her will to do anything but please him, she ducked underneath his arm and stepped away.
She turned to face him, raising her hands. “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.”
And she was. Sorry she couldn’t be the woman he wanted. Her night of unbridled pleasure had come crashing down around her ears. Tears prickled in the corners of her eyes. Why did finding sexual satisfaction have to be so hard?
Jared stared as the woman ran through the crowd. Hands reached out to stroke her and she slapped them away. Other people turned to glare at the woman who disrupted their enjoyment.
He watched her go, his cock raging. He was so hard, the pressure from his zipper bit into his swollen head. Not that Jared cared. An edge of pain added to the eroticism.
He could still taste her on his tongue, feel her passion and will to submit. Sure, it was buried deep, but a guy like him could always sense a woman’s needs.
He wasn’t a Master, just a guy who liked some kink with his sex. Kink added variety and spice.
Jared liked spice. He was also a Dominant. Not a Master—he didn’t live the lifestyle 24/7—but he did like to be in control.
Pressing the heel of his hand against his crotch, Jared shifted his weight. It had been months…no, a yea
r…since he’d taken a woman. He’d grown tired of the constant expectations. Many of the women he’d dominated were either too experienced, demanding, topping from the bottom, or not really submissive at all, just playing, acting the role for a cheap thrill.
The BDSM scene he moved in had become a cliché. Disillusioned, Jared was sick of all the pretense. He needed someone fresh, someone to teach, mold. Someone with innocence and no expectations.
The thrill of being in control didn’t excite him. No one had interested or fascinated him enough. Until now. Until the woman with the practical, short dark hair and blazing-blue eyes.
He’d seen her distress but before that, he’d felt her pleasure. Seen it etched on her face. Her buried needs called to his. He’d sensed her undiscovered craving. She thought she was looking for a Master. From the defiance in her eyes, a Master wasn’t really what she needed. She wasn’t a slave. A Master would make her panic, run away. What she needed was some kink, a man who could make her lose control. A Dominant. A role he was very willing to perform.
This woman was untouched. She wouldn’t make demands, she wouldn’t have expectations.
How long had it been since he’d dominated a newbie? Years. Maybe that’s what he needed, something fresh.
She would be an interesting experiment. A way to ease himself back into the game. A way to regain the thrill.
A challenge.
Now all he needed to do was find her.
Chapter Two
“Big, juicy, hard, pert nipples. I cannot resist them. I’m a nipple addict. I just want to suck and lick. I even think about sliding my erection between their breasts and making love to them while those erect beauties poke up at me.”
Tessa listened patiently to the man sitting on the opposite side of the desk. The monologue about his breast obsession, nipples in particular, rattled on and on. As a sex therapist, her job meant she had to listen and advise. Many patients, especially the males, tried to arouse her with descriptions. When they failed, they tried the shock approach. With ten years in the business, she had heard it all. There was little that could shock her.
Legs crossed, she sat taking notes on how best to approach this case. Neil worked with a female swim team, so help for his problem was essential. Hard nipples abound in the cool arena of a swimming pool. If Neil planned to avoid temptation—and a lawsuit—she needed to refocus his attention on other things.
Easier said than done.
Right now he stared at her well-covered breasts. Even though he could only distinguish the silhouette, his eyes were firmly glued to her chest. His tongue snaked out to lick his bottom lip. She resisted the urge to snap her fingers in his face.
Instead she coughed, clearing her throat. It diverted his attention from her womanly assets. The key thing was not to humiliate Neil for his secret desires. A good therapist listened and refrained from judgment.
A slither of sympathy ran down her spine. Back in college she’d tried explaining her needs to her ex. Tessa believed that one day they would get married. She trusted him enough to admit she craved dominance and pain. She’d asked him to tie her up and spank her with a hairbrush.
She mentally winced as she remembered his reaction. He called her dirty, depraved, made her feel guilty for asking for abominable things. Only really fucked-up people want to be beaten, Tessa.
A week later he ended their relationship.
“Well, Neil, I can see why this is classed as a problem.”
He nodded. Strands of dirty-blond hair fell across his forehead. “And you can see why this is urgent?” He leaned forward, tapping his fingertips on the desk.
Tessa leaned back. “Yes, Neil, I can understand.”
She had a knack for sensing problem patients. Already, Neil was heading for her difficult-clients list. His sense of urgency, his agitation, made her wonder if she could ease his nipple craving.
When the timer signaled the end of their session, Tessa let out a huge mental sigh. Saved by the bell, at least for this week.
She closed her patient journal and stood, offering a professional hand to Neil. “Until next week. Please confirm your appointment with my secretary out front.”
His sweaty palm slid against hers. He squeezed and pumped her hand with an annoying vigor. She wanted to rub the heel of her hand over her skirt, removing the excess fluid left behind.
“Thank you, Dr. Connolly. I’ll definitely be back to see you next week.” Once again, his gaze moved down to her breasts, his tongue licked his lower lip.
Tessa saw a lot of clients. It was very rare one gave her the creeps. Neil sparked all her feminine defense receptors. She made a mental note never to be completely alone when he was booked for a session.
She gave him a forced smile. “Good afternoon, Neil.”
The door closed behind him, and Tessa sank into her chair. Removing her glasses, she leaned her head back, closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. The pressure relieved some of the tension headache jackhammering in her skull.
She couldn’t get last night out of her mind. The look, taste, feel and scent of the stranger haunted her dreams. The images made her body ache with a desire so strong, not even frantic masturbation sessions could quell it. Just thinking about him sent her body into orgasmic overdrive. Underneath the demure suit, her nipples plumped, beaded. Her pussy became slick as she fantasized about what could have happened…
The stranger led her to one of the private playrooms. He shackled her wrists, forced her ankles apart and bound them with a spreader bar. He blindfolded her, attached a ball gag to her mouth. The thought of being immobilized, of being unable to control the exchange, ripped through her body.
Her clit throbbed.
The fronds of a flogger cracked against her ass. He whipped her repeatedly, trailed the horsehair over her aching nipples. She was completely at his mercy. He could do anything to her body and she was powerless to stop him.
Ah, if only she’d had the courage to continue. She didn’t doubt she would be purring with satisfaction right now instead of sitting here, imagining what could have been.
The buzz of her secretary’s intercom broke the erotic reverie. “Dr. Connolly, your next patient is waiting. Should I send him in?”
Replacing her spectacles, she turned the journal to a fresh page and checked her date planner for a name. Jared Campbell was a new client. He’d called earlier for an urgent appointment, and as luck would have it, they had one free. He hadn’t elaborated on the word urgent, and it wasn’t her secretary’s place to discuss confidential matters outside a session.
She wrote his name on the top of a new page and answered the intercom call. “Yes, please send him in, Cally.”
The door opened and the gentleman closed it behind him. She could only see his back, broad and muscular beneath what appeared to be an expensive black Armani suit.
Sophisticated. Money. Those were the two impressions she formed.
Tessa stood and held her hand out to her latest client as he turned. Her breath hitched. Startling green eyes connected with hers. She’d seen those eyes not twenty-four hours ago at Inferno.
Her gaze moved to those erotic, sensual lips—lips now curled into a smile. Oh yes, those same lips set a fire burning in her loins.
He walked toward her. His strides were long, confident. He slipped a warm hand in hers. No sweaty palms for this guy. Instead his grip was firm, soothing and arousing at the same time. The zings were back. Only this time they were like great big clanging cymbals. Mr. Jared Campbell played havoc with her libido.
“Dr. Connolly. Thank you for seeing me on such short notice.”
His voice still held a slight Southern drawl. His voice gave him away. In the suit, he could be mistaken for a Wall Street trader, a banker and a slick, sophisticated man who enjoyed fine wine and cheese boards. The packaging might scream money but his voice and eyes held a rawness of character. Jared Campbell would always be a little rough around the edges.
The observation on
ly excited her more. On the outside he was respectable, but the rough edge meant he wouldn’t be afraid to mark her skin.
Quelling erotic thoughts of ripping off his suit and taking a bite, she smiled. Releasing his hand, she gestured to a chair. “We had a free appointment. It’s not a problem. Please, sit.”
If she didn’t sit, her knees would give way. What could the man from the BDSM club want? More importantly, how had he found her? Chance? Coincidence? Or something more sinister? She’d heard stories of other therapists acquiring stalkers in the form of ex-patients.
She picked up a pen, her hand shaking. Tessa prayed she appeared professional. “Now, Mr. Campbell, what can I do for you?”
“Please, call me Jared.” He settled back. His gaze twinkled with a confidence that mesmerized her.
She raised an eyebrow and scowled. Whatever game he was playing, she refused to take the bait. “Jared it is. So, Jared, what can I do for you?”
She waited. He tilted his head to the side and steepled his fingers under his chin. Still, she waited. The silence lengthened. The only sound in the room a ticking clock. His gaze roamed every inch of her face then lower, caressing her breasts before settling back on her face. The intensity electrified her. Heat licked across her skin. She refused to blush at his scrutiny.
“I met a woman. She fascinates me.”
A woman? Tessa’s heart skipped a beat. Did he mean her? She waited for him to continue. When he didn’t, she swallowed and moistened her dry throat. “How does this woman fascinate you?”
Jared raked a hand through his hair, a gesture she’d found inherently sexy last night. She watched his hand move through the strands, the veins flexing across the skin, his fingers graceful. Oh yeah, the gesture was still sexy.
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