by Vonna Harper
“Thank you, oh damn, shit, thank you!”
* * * * *
Foregoing her pantyhose and underpants, Rina settled her wrinkled skirt over her hips. Her thighs and calves felt tight and tired. Taking pity on her still-red breasts, she hadn’t bothered with a bra before putting on her blouse. She also hadn’t touched her suit jacket.
Moore—he’d finally told her his name—sat on the edge of the bed they’d had sex on, watching her. He’d shoved his spent cock back into his clothes, but although he reminded her of the middle-class professionals who wandered in and out of her world, she knew he was something else entirely.
“I had no idea it was going to be like—be so intense.” Where the hell were her heels, and did it matter?
“I figured you didn’t.”
“It was better than I could have imagined. More intense.”
“What about the helplessness?”
Licking her lips, she stepped toward him. “I love it! I thought knowing what I’d signed up for would get in the way of the experience, but from the moment you first touched me—”
“It became real.”
Real? Yes that and more. She might have paid for this, but it couldn’t have been more intense if he’d been a stranger grabbing her in a dark alley.
“Tell me something,” he said when her knees touched his. “Why did you want this?”
“You haven’t figured it out? It’s the way I make my living. I’m under an incredible amount of pressure, making hundreds of decisions, never letting anyone see me sweat.”
Smiling a real smile, he ran a hand over the side of her neck. “You sweated tonight. You still are.”
“So are you.” She demonstrated by wiping the base of his throat. “Tell me something. Was it good for you?”
Chuckling, he wrapped his arms around her hips and pulled her into the space between his legs. “More than good. You could get addictive, lady.”
“I could?”
“Yeah.” His eyes were chocolate and deep-set. “Next time you won’t have to hire me. I’ll do you for free.”
“Do me? Is that how you see it?”
Releasing her, he thumbed the buttons on her silk blouse free and lightly closed his fingers around her sensitive nipples. “One thing about the way I earn my living, fulfilling fantasies, it’s never routine. You were my first slave. That could get addictive.”
“So could having a Master,” she told him before pushing him back against the bed. “Just assuming we have a repeat performance, what would you do?”
“I’d prefer to give you a demonstration than explain.”
“Would you?”
“Yeah, but it could take awhile. You’d be late for work.”
“Work?” Laughing, she ran her knuckles over his growing bulge. “What’s that?”
About the Author
“Of course I’ve time-traveled to the ancient Everglades, infiltrated bondage strongholds, done wilderness search and rescue, and spent a night trapped in a workout gym with Mr. Universe. How can I possibly write about something I haven’t experienced?”
Although I love telling readers that, the truth is much more mundane. In my “day” jobs, I’ve been a commercial pilot, brain surgeon, worked as a white-water river guide, bee keeper, snake charmer and garbage collector.
And if you buy all that, let me pitch the bridge I have listed on eBay.
The author welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and e-mail address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.
Tell Us What You Think
We appreciate hearing reader opinions about our books. You can e-mail us at [email protected].
Also by Author
Brothel Night
Captive Warrior
Dangerous Ride
Dark Touch
Down and Dirty anthology
Equinox II anthology
Forced
Getting Laid
Hard Bodies
Her Passionate Need
Jungle Cries
Night of the Cougar
Refuge
Roughing It
Scarlet Cavern
Scarred Hearts
Spoils of War
Thunder
Virgin Afternoon
Discover for yourself why readers can’t get enough of the multiple award-winning publisher Ellora’s Cave. Whether you prefer e-books or paperbacks, be sure to visit EC on the web at www.ellorascave.com for an erotic reading experience that will leave you breathless.
www.ellorascave.com