by Ann Jacobs
“Want to go play at the club tonight? I’ll even arrange a ménage if that would turn you on.”
When she reached over and stroked his cock through his dark slacks, her new ring glittered in the dim light. A scented candle flickered on the end table next to the leather sectional couch where they sat together until Selina slid off and knelt at his feet. “You turn me on, Master. If it pleases you, though, share me with your friend.” From the look in her eyes, he guessed she was saying so just to please him, not because she was anxious to have two Doms at the same time.
Surprisingly, Tom found he wasn’t interested in taking part with Selina in a ménage. He wanted her to himself, and he wasn’t particularly interested in switching partners even if Eli might want to at some point—which he seriously doubted. Tilting her head so she had to look at his face, he said, “I think I’ll keep you to myself for a while. We can go play at the club, but you’ll only be playing with me. And me with you,” he added when he saw her unsure expression. “You know, we’re going to have to work on this insecurity of yours. But meanwhile if you want an extra cock or two, you’ll have to be satisfied with me and a couple of dildos.”
That coaxed a laugh out of her. “You’re more than enough for me. Believe me on that.”
“Then believe I’ll always tell you the truth. You’re beautiful to me, sexy as hell. You get me hard just looking at me with those gorgeous eyes, and when you touch me, it sets off an explosion in my gut that’s hotter than an oil-well fire. I want you in my bed and my life, for the rest of our lives. If we play games, it will be you I’ll want to come home with. Not Elle or Snake Woman or any of the other subs who hang out at Club Rio Brava.” Tom took Selina’s hand. “And I hope you’ll always want to go home with me.”
“Elle?” Selina shot him a confused look.
“I’m sure you’ve seen her at the club. She’s an unattached sub, like Snake Woman. Just not as flamboyant, and I doubt she’d consider getting shaved or tattooed. Petite. Jet black hair. She’s a resident at the hospital. I ran into her at the club, recognized her. No, sweetheart, we’ve never played. It would have been embarrassing to have to see each other every day at work and realize we’d had kinky sex together. Particularly since she’s got a vanilla boyfriend. Lynn’s brother Trace. I understand they’re pretty serious. You’ll most likely meet him before too long. Of all the attendings, Mark, Kurt and Eli are the ones I generally socialize with.”
“Are they…”
“Are they into BDSM play? Just Eli and Maggie, as far as I know. Kurt and his wife are still acting like newlyweds after ten years and three kids plus one from Kurt’s first marriage.”
“I haven’t met them, have I?”
“I doubt it. This week they’re in Atlanta for his oldest son’s graduation from college. You’ll meet them before the end of Fiesta because they’ll be back in time to attend our wedding reception.”
“Mark and Lynn seem as though they’re down-to-earth folks.” Selina reached for Tom’s belt and loosened it, rubbing her fingers along the bare skin she’d uncovered, delving her finger into his belly button. Tom laughed. “I’ve always suspected they’re pretty hot for each other, but as far as I know they’re not into our lifestyle. In any case the four of us sort of gravitated toward each other. Eli and I shared an apartment during med school, and neither of us managed to keep our sexual proclivities secret.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. You know, sweetheart, I like seeing you on your knees. Makes me want to stuff my cock into your pretty mouth and have you suck me off while I give you another token of my love.”
She squeezed his obvious erection, smiled up at him. “Don’t you think we have on too many clothes?”
“We do, at that. First one naked gets to suck cock or pussy.” He watched her practically tear off the neat black suit and go back on her knees. Her eagerness got him hotter than he’d ever been, so he stopped teasing her and ripped off his shirt and slacks. “I think you won,” he told her as he laid the jeans beside him on the couch and sat on the edge of the leather seat, his hard-on jutting out, ready for her to take it between her lips.
“I did, didn’t I? You know, you’ve got a beautiful penis.” With that she licked a drop of moisture off the head before opening her mouth and taking him inside. Her tongue felt like moist velvet caressing his flesh.
Her breath tickled him, and the slurping sound of her suckling him practically had him coming before she’d even warmed up. Reaching in his shirt pocket he found the heavy platinum chain with its barbell closure. When she went down on him completely, swallowing him, using her hands to fondle his balls, he fit the collar around her neck and twisted the barbells until they locked with a metallic clink.
She raised her head, smiled as she slid her fingers along her collar. A smile that conveyed pleasure, certainty…no fear or anxiety at all. “Thank you, Master,” she said, and she lowered her head again, took his straining cock once more.
Knowing she was his had as strong an effect as any aphrodisiac. He felt himself swell as she swallowed against him, felt her soft hands exploring his belly, his thighs. Pressure built quickly. He wasn’t lasting long this time. Grasping her head in both his hands, he made her take him deeper, and when she did he exploded, filling her with his hot, wet seed.
He’d never felt so powerful yet so humble when he lifted her face to his and tasted his own climax on her glistening lips, or when he admired the satin patina of his collar against her soft, silky skin. A gentle symbol of ownership, but whether it symbolized his possession or hers he wasn’t certain.
Epilogue
A year later…
“I’m going to miss this place.” Selina had argued against leaving the condo, but she knew Tom was right. They needed more bedrooms and space to entertain. But it was the specially equipped dungeon in the house they’d built that had finally persuaded her they needed to move.
“Me, too.” Tom came up behind her and splayed his fingers over her significantly smaller belly. She’d managed to come within five pounds of her weight-loss goal since they’d married the last night of Fiesta, although if she wasn’t dead wrong, that wouldn’t last long. “Still hanging in there, honey?”
“Uh-huh.” Five days now since her period hadn’t come. Three since an EPT showed up positive. They’d spent yesterday with Eli and Maggie, and for the first time Selina had realized how much she wanted a similarly conventional home life and the kids their friends all seemed to enjoy so much. “I hope this isn’t a false alarm,” she said, leaning her head back and listening to Tom’s steady heartbeat.
“Me, too. But I’m glad we put in that room so we can indulge our kinky tastes away from the kiddies’ curious little eyes and ears. Come on, let’s fuck in the hot tub one last time before the movers come. I want to watch your face in the mirror when you come.”
Oh, yeah. Selina’s hot master still had it all…the perfect prescription for her submission. “Your wish is my command,” she said, turning into his arms and raising her lips for his kiss.
About the Author
Ann Jacobs is a sucker for lusty Alpha heroes and happy endings, which makes Ellora’s Cave an ideal publisher for her work. Romantica®, to her, is the perfect combination of sex, sensuality, deep emotional involvement and lifelong commitment—the elusive fantasy women often dream about but seldom achieve.
First published in 1996, Jacobs has sold over forty books and novellas, some of which have earned awards including the Passionate Plume (best novella, 2006), the Desert Rose (best hot and spicy romance, 2004) and More Than Magic (best erotic romance, 2004). She has been a double finalist in separate categories of the EPPIES and From the Heart RWA Chapter’s contest. Three of her books have been translated and sold in several European countries.
A CPA and former hospital financial manager, Jacobs now writes full-time, with the help of Mr. Blue, the family cat who sometimes likes to perch on the back of her desk chair and lend his sage advice. He sometimes even contr
ibutes a few random letters when he decides he wants to try out the keyboard. She loves to hear from readers, and to put faces with names at signings and conventions.
Ann welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.
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Heart of the West: Hitched
Heart of the West: Lassoed
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Lawyers In Love: Gettin’ It On
Lawyers In Love: In His Own Defense
Love Magic
Mystic Visions anthology
Out of Bounds
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