by Thianna D.
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Sizzling
Attraction
By
Thianna D.
An Elan Isle Series / Dallas Fire & Rescue Series Crossover
Table of Contents
About This Book
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Epilogue
Author Note
About This Book
Cover Design © 2017 Thianna Durston
Groomed to be the next governor of Texas, Madison Barnet comes across as cold and inflexible. Her family paints her as strong, unyielding, and able to get anything done. While that can be true, she also craves the attention of a dominant man. Since it's such a shameful idea, she denies herself. Until she meets Beau.
Beau Trey’s a bronc rider in Dallas to see family. He's charming, easy going, and can dazzle any woman in a mile’s radius. Behind the charm, he’s dominant and loves being in charge. He has a thing for tall, gorgeous, and self-confident. When he meets Madison, he expects another fling. But when their instant fascination ignites, their lust bursts into flame.
Can they survive the fallout of their sizzling attraction?
Prologue
Madison Barnet glanced around nervously as she stood in line. Nobody could recognize her. She was sure of that. That didn’t stop the nerves that threatened to toss up her dinner on the street. All it would take was one dogged paparazzi and her entire life would take a bad turn.
She reached up and patted the short brown wig she wore to make sure it was still in place. She’d spent four nights perfecting her look before she came. Her visage in the mirror hadn’t looked like herself and she hoped nobody else thought so either. Instead of her usual six feet in height, she appeared a couple inches shorter due to the fact she was hunched over and not wearing heels. Those were in her bag. The makeup she wore was dark—using black as her main focus. Thick black eyeliner on her eyelids and around her eyes. Even her lips were black. The cloak she wore was black as well, but that was mostly for convenience. It wouldn’t do for anyone to recognize her and see what she was wearing.
That image would go viral.
She could just imagine the headline. Barnet Princess preens at camera from outside a BDSM Club. Her father would go mental. And she doubted her business would survive. No. She couldn’t get caught. This was just one final time to prove to herself the last time was a fluke. She hadn’t experienced the joy of submitting. Not really. It was just a memory she’d blown up in her head. Once inside, she’d find that nothing turned her on. Let alone took her stress away.
The private club was run by a friend of hers who had promised her complete anonymity. He’d insisted she come tonight as there were mostly out-of-towners there for some rodeo convention.
Her nose wrinkled and she ducked her head down further. It was a sin in the state of Texas to not be impressed with cowboys. She just never had been. Over-testosteroned idiots who thought with their dicks rather than their heads. Or even worse, not at all. At least in her experience. What kind of idiot sits on a bronc and gets shook around night after night after night?
Probably the same kind who chases a ball for a living. She snorted as she answered her own question. Madison wasn’t a fan of football, baseball, or basketball either. One of her failings, according to her last three boyfriends.
She reached the bouncer and showed him her pass. He glanced over her, a small leer on his face. “Nice makeup, doll. Go on in. I’m sure you’ll find just the right Dom to play with.”
Madison was sure she would not, but she nodded and headed inside. Unlike some clubs, the music was muted and more of a backbeat than a soundtrack. A woman dressed in a leather microskirt and a bustier smiled at her. “Your coat?”
“Is there a place I can put my stuff?” Madison asked. “I also want to put on my heels.”
“The dressing room’s in there.” She pointed to a door to the right. “There’s a door on the other side into the club. There are three dungeon monitors around. If you find yourself in a scene and you need to get out, just shout ‘Microfracture’ and they’ll make sure the whole thing stops.”
“Microfracture?” Madison asked, amused.
“Not likely to shout that normally, are you?” the woman asked with a cocked brow.
“I certainly hope not.”
The dressing room was cramped with two full walls of lockers, benches between them, and toilet stalls on the other side. After snagging an open locker, Madison removed her tight T-shirt and jeans, leaving her in the kind of outfit that would have made anyone she knew keel over in shock. After all, Madison Barnet only wore chic clothes from chic designers. She would never be caught not looking her best.
All she wore was bright purple bra and panties set with a partially opaque scarf woven haphazardly around her, hinting at what lay beneath. After shoving her shoes, wallet, and watch into the locker, she pulled on the five-inch black heels she’d brought with her.
One quick look in a mirror told her the wig still hid her real hair. She straightened up and stepped out of the changing room and into the club. A former warehouse, money hadn’t been put into making it look beautiful. In fact, she wasn’t sure what kind of money had been invested. On the far side of the warehouse, she spotted some equipment. But that left two thirds of the place open. She was sure there had to be better equipped dungeons elsewhere.
The sounds were familiar. The crack of a whip. The cry of a female voice. A sharp command.
Her body trembled and need she hadn’t felt in a long time crashed over her. Perhaps it wasn’t just a memory. She’d best find just the right Dom to play with. Because this was her last time. It had to be. Madison had a dynasty to uphold. And kink was not a part of it.
There was a tightly packed group in front of her and she squeezed through them before she saw that there was a reason two thirds of the building didn’t have equipment set up. They were sectioned off areas for specific types of play. Some of the areas were being used. A male sub was being spanked with a huge wooden paddle, a grunt bursting from him with each swing. The Domme landing the blows had her attention fully on him.
A female sub was leaning against a web being flogged, her body arched toward the blows. The Dom flogging her was just as focused as the Domme. Madison wondered if they were couples who had played together for years. A sad sigh left her lips. If Terrell hadn’t broken things off, that could have been her. Instantly, she shoved that thought away. Of course it wouldn’t. A Barnet wouldn’t stay in this kind of activity. It would be bad for the family image.
Doms were either seated in front of several roped-off areas or standing nearby. She wondered why until Jeff, the owner, spoke behind her. “Ever been here for a tour night?” he asked.
Madison glanced toward him and shook her head. At first she wondered why he’d asked as he knew she’d never been there. Then she realized he probably didn’t recognize her. Per
fect. Her costume worked. “No.”
“Each area is set up to taste that particular kink. You can agree to a scene as short as fifteen minutes if you just want a taste, or you can ask for a longer scene if that’s what you’re in the mood for.” He leaned in and whispered, “Go on, Maddie. Get a taste.” Heat suffused her cheeks. He recognized her all right. Jeff pointed to the far end closer to the other equipment. “I think you’ll find what you’re looking for down there.”
She trembled and nodded. Madison had known Jeff since college. He was one of only four people who knew of her involvement in kink her sophomore year. It seemed like every year he invited her to one event or another. If it weren’t for the fact her life was about to be controlled 24/7, she wouldn’t have taken him up on his offer. But she had to know… had to experience it. One. Last. Time.
After taking a deep breath to steady herself, she gasped out when his hand landed firmly on her ass. “Get a move on,” he said firmly. Her lips twitched in amusement. Bossy switch.
She strode down the areas, noting there were signs that showed the kind of play she could experience in each section. Leather play. Tawse. Cane. English cane. CBT. Abrasion. Bondage… On and on it went. The sheer number of things she could experience if she asked made her feel a bit tipsy.
Before she reached the end of the aisle, she saw him and forgot what she was doing. Several inches taller than her with no shirt on, his sculpted chest and abs stood out in the dim lighting of the club. Behind him, blue lighting enfolded him in its glow. The black slacks he wore combined with the light made his skin appear the color of a light caramel. The muscles displayed took her breath away. He was… stunning.
He was working on a single tail, rubbing it with a cloth and didn’t seem to notice her. The man stretched the leather around his shoulders and tugged on it, as though to test its suppleness. He looked up and their eyes met. In the dark club, she couldn’t tell what color they were, but she couldn’t look away. Something in their depths called to her and she took another step forward.
“Hello.” His voice was a deep timber that sent shivers down her spine.
“Hello,” she said, keeping her head high as she took another step toward him. His eyebrows crooked up and the sides of his mouth twitched.
“Interested in tryin’ the single tail?” he asked. His expression was unreadable. Did he expect her to say yes?
I’m interested in trying you. “Actually I was hoping for a spanking.”
He watched her with steady eyes and then nodded. “All right. My name’s Beau.” He held out a hand.
Name. Name. She needed a name, damn it. “Maddie.” When she placed her hand in his, he yanked her close, startling her. She blinked up at him, surprised to find any man taller than she was when she was in heels.
“What do you want, Maddie?” he asked in a smooth voice. “Do you just want to experience a good hard spankin’? Or do you want the full experience? To submit.” The last word tingled across her skin and made her breath quicken.
“All of it,” she whispered.
He nodded in what seemed approval. “All right. The club’s safeword is microfracture. You say that and play stops. But if you’re worried or just need a breather, say Beau and I’ll check in with you. Got it?”
“Yes.”
“From here on out, you’ll refer to me as sir. And you will always respond with a ‘yes, Sir’ or ‘no, Sir’. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Any limits?”
Madison blinked. It had been too long. She never remembered going through this with Terrell. “Well, we’re doing a spanking scene, so do I need to state that sex is out?” He cocked a brow and she gulped. “Sir.”
“That’s better. And yes, that’s good to know. So no sex. How about bruises? Welts? Dependin’ on what we use, I can give them both or I can mitigate the amount. But if you want them, I can make sure to paint a pretty little design up and down your backside.”
“Umm. As long as they won’t show outside of my clothes or make me too sore, I’m good… Sir.”
“Bondage a problem?”
Her heart beat faster. “No, Sir.”
“Any physical limitations I need to know about?”
She wanted to growl for him to “Just get on with it” but she did remember this as being part of the game. “No, Sir.”
“Good.” Beau grinned, showing off deep dimples on each cheek and leaving her slightly out of breath. “Then let’s paint that pretty ass.” His grin left, leaving a face carved from granite. He pointed into the cordoned off area behind him. “Strip and kneel on the bench, sub.” His tone had deepened further and it sent a frisson of need clawing up her spine to fall to her knees.
So long. It had been so long since she’d felt that.
Madison quickly unwound the scarf and removed her bra and panties. The bench wasn’t one she’d seen before, but it was simple enough to understand. In leather and steel, it reminded her of a motorbike. She knelt on the lower rungs and put her arms on the upper, resting her abdomen on the center.
Beau attached cuffs to her upper arms and upper calves. Then, with a carabiner, he snicked each one to a hook on the rungs so she couldn’t move much. “Try and move,” he commanded. Her arms and legs were secure, but she could still move her hips. “That’s easy enough to fix.” He grabbed a piece of leather that was about two inches wide and secured it to one side of the bench, across her lower back and secured it to the other side. “Now try.”
She could only move her head.
“There we go. What are your safewords?” he asked.
It took her a moment to remember. “Microfracture if I want things to stop. Beau if I need a moment, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
Like getting into a hot bath on a cold day, those words flooded over her, sending warmth to every nerve ending. Madison bit back a whimper of need. She’d forgotten how those words made her feel. Like she was good enough just as she was.
Fingernails grazed along her back, sending a shiver down her spine. “You have lovely skin, Maddie. It’s gonna look even better a nice hot crimson.”
His fingers left her and there was a brief moment of nothing. Crack! The sound of his hand against his own leg was loud in the small space and even though she felt nothing, it got her attention. Terrell had never done that, but she remembered seeing other Doms do it. Practice their swing while sharpening the sub’s senses. And boy did it work.
The next smack, his large hand landed on her rump and she grunted at the impact. It wasn’t necessarily hard, but it had been a long time and felt like she’d been hit with a book. Several more of those smacks covered her buttocks and upper thighs, bringing out a soft heat along her skin.
“Now that’s a pretty sight,” he said and drifted his fingertips over her cheeks. “But very little heat. Let’s set you to burning, Maddie.”
Smack!
His hand hit her ass and the explosion of sound and heat caught her by surprise. Her breath whooshed out and she was left lying there with her mouth open. Terrell had never hit her that hard. She was sure of that.
Wham! Another blow, even harder and right in the middle over the fleshiest part of her buttocks. Her muscles ached and the flash of heat made her cry out. “Fuck!” she said, trying to regain her breath.
“Ah, Maddie. What other words do you know?” Beau said, amusement in his tone. “Subs aren’t supposed to swear.”
“Fuck you,” she said with a hint of a laugh.
He snorted and his next blow hit her right in the junction where ass met thighs. Electric energy zoomed through her entire body and she couldn’t make a sound.
“No more?” he teased and smacked her on her thighs, building up the heat to where she wanted to move away and couldn’t. “Have I already spanked your sass out?”
“Just love taps,” she said in a lofty voice. “They might hurt, but they’re not sending me flying.” And nothing he could give her would. The realization hit her so fast it wa
s like having the floor drop out from under her. Basic spanking was fun, but it would never send her to the place she wanted to be. A sob tried to burst out, but she swallowed it. She, Madison Barnet, would not cry in front of a stranger.
He paused and then stepped around the bench and squatted down to where they were face to face. “What do you need, sub? Because I sure as hell want to give it to you.”
Deep brown eyes stared at her and she panted softly as she looked into them. “I need…” Her throat closed off as she fought with the truth, with what she needed to send her over.
“You need?” he coaxed.
“Pussy spanking,” she whispered and closed her eyes. She expected a snort or a laugh, or some other derisive sound. After all, what woman in her right mind was going to want, let alone need, a man to smack his palm over her clit to help her?
His warm hand cupped her cheek. “Nothing to be ashamed of, Maddie. You want to receive one and I sure as hell would love to give you one. But I need you to open your eyes and look into mine and tell me ‘I want you to give me the pussy spankin’ of my life.’ And I’ll do it.”
Opening her eyes took all of her strength, and she wasn’t sure she could actually say those words. Until she looked into his eyes again. There was strength in them, as though he was rooting her on. As though he was encouraging her to say it.
“I want you to give me the pussy spanking of my life,” she whispered.
Approval shone in those depths and he nodded. “If that’s what you need, little sub, then that’s what you’re fixin’ to get. But I need to adjust the bench so I can reach your pussy easily.” He didn’t unhook her, but he pulled the bottom rungs out so that her feet were pointed away at a forty-five degree angle and she could feel the air against her core.
Rough fingers slid along her upper thigh. “Nice tat, girl. You should get more of them.”
Excitement raced through her. She had only had one pussy spanking from Terrell. It wasn’t something he’d enjoyed doing. But she remembered it as the best experience she’d ever had.