White lights twinkled in the ornamental trees and candles on tiny tables added to the illusion of privacy and seduction. Dozens of people occupied the area, but she didn’t see the man she sought. Disappointed, she started to leave when the hair on the back of her neck prickled.
Turning slowly, she spied him leaning against the stone railing. He was flanked by several women sporting clothing far more revealing than hers, not to mention they were younger than she by at least ten years.
Self-consciousness reared its ugly head and for a moment she wanted to walk away. Antonio could have the pick of any woman here why—?
It doesn’t matter how perky their collective breasts are, he chose me.
Lifting her chin, she approached Antonio and her gaze locked with his. Liquid heat rolled across her skin. A dark gleam entered his shadowed eyes and a surge of triumph raced through her.
She’d made the right decision.
“Excuse me, ladies.” She placed a hand on his arm though their gazes never shifted. “I need to steal your companion as we have business together this evening.”
“And the next.” His tone was amused.
“Well, we’ll see about that.” She smiled.
A woman dressed in a pink corset jostled Jane, breaking her eye contact with Antonio.
“Look here, blondie—”
“Ladies, it has been a distinct pleasure talking with you.” Antonio pushed away from the rail. “I must leave you as Ms. Porter and I have a prior engagement so I will bid you good evening.”
“Tony—”
“Thank you for keeping him, amused, while he waited.” Jane slid her hand into his arm and flashed them a wide smile. “It’s much appreciated.”
Together, they walked away arm in arm.
“You’re very cheeky.” His hand covered hers.
“I’m a woman on a mission. By surrounding you they became collateral damage.”
Tipping his head back, Antonio laughed heartily and Jane smiled.
“I was glad to see you walk in,” he said. “I think they were plotting on how to grab me and secret me up to a bedroom.”
“Mmm, I wouldn’t be too worried if I were you.” She gave his arm a gentle squeeze. “You strike me as man who can take care of himself.”
“We’ve known each other such a short time and already you know me well.”
“I see you’ve managed to ferret out my name,” she said. “So much for the mask.”
“When I see something I want, I let nothing stand in my way of learning what I need.”
A shiver ran down her spine.
“Are you always this resourceful?”
“I’d like to think so.” He smiled and her stomach clenched again. “Can I interest you in something to eat?”
“No, I don’t think I could eat anything right now. I think I’d like to go straight for….dessert.” Her voice cracked, and she mentally cursed. She could only hope he didn’t notice she was shaking from head to toe.
“A woman after my own heart.”
He escorted her from the ballroom to the grand staircase. With every stair her ability to make conversation diminished. By the time they reached the second floor, Jane was sure her tongue was permanently glued to the roof of her mouth.
“Nervous?” he asked.
Mute, she nodded.
“It’s important for you to remember nothing will happen that you don’t approve.” His voice was deep and reassuring. “In every master and submissive relationship, it is the submissive who’s in command.”
He opened a door then stepped aside to allow her to enter. It was a large room with a towering four-poster bed on one side and a spacious fireplace on the other. A plush couch was situated before the fire and French doors led outside to a balcony.
“Can I interest you in a glass of wine?” he asked.
“That would be lovely.”
“Red or white?”
“White, please.” Jane drifted toward the fireplace. The scent of burning wood was soothing.
“This is from my father’s vineyards.” He opened a small refrigerator and pulled out a bottle. “I think you will find this to be more than satisfactory.”
“How did your family get into the wine business?”
“My great grandfather started working at the winery when he was seven years old. Fifteen years later he married the owner’s daughter and here we are today.”
“Sounds like a romance novel.” Jane sank onto the couch and kicked off her shoes. “Love among the vines.”
“They were totally devoted to one another.” Antonio offered her a glass. “My father said his grandfather never looked at another woman other than his wife.”
“What a novel idea.” Jane took the glass. “Thank you.”
She took a sip and the crisp, white wine was exquisite. Tart yet mellow at the same time.
“Good?”
“This is lovely, thank you.”
“I’ll pass that along to my father.” Antonio sat on the couch next to her. Even from inches away she could feel the heat emanating from his big body.
“What made you so cynical, Jane?”
Cynical? She took another sip of her wine. Was it cynical to learn from a painful lesson? Her track record with men wasn’t exactly a shining example of true love and fidelity.
“I’m practical, there’s a difference.” She shrugged.
“Semantics.” His gaze pierced hers. “So tell me, Jane Porter, how did you come to be here this weekend?”
Grateful he let the subject drop, she turned to faced him.
“My business partner did the party planning for the weekend. We own an event planning business and we plan parties, weddings, any sort of event someone might need assistance with.”
“Have you been to one of Dirk’s parties before this?”
“No.”
“And did you know what you were getting into?”
Her mouth went dry when his tone dipped even lower. The setting was incredibly intimate and Jane was both terrified and turned on.
“Yes.”
“Indeed.” He smiled. “And to think I’d pegged you as being quite…innocent.”
“I am thirty-six years old, Mr. Villareal, there are very few things of which I’m innocent.”
“Touché.” His smile was lazy, intimate. “You’re a very beautiful woman, Jane.”
“Thank you.” To her horror she felt her cheeks heat.
“Don’t go all shy on me now.” He chuckled. “You have a regal air about you. A real ‘don’t touch me’ essence. I’ll bet men flock to you.”
“I wouldn’t go that far.” Her heart was pounding so hard she was afraid he’d hear it.
“You appear so cool with that blonde hair, but I detect a simmering fire beneath the surface. You are a woman of great passion and desire, are you not, Jane Porter?”
She loved how he said her full name as if it were only her first.
“I’m struck by an overpowering desire to kiss you.”
Her breath caught and a warm cascade of arousal trickled through her body. All of her life she’d been told she was pretty, but in his eyes, for the first time ever, she felt beautiful.
“So what’s stopping you?” Her voice came out in a husky whisper.
“My stepmother.” A smile hovered over his firm lips.
Jane blinked.
“She was determined that I have good manners and she would scold me if she knew the thoughts running through my mind right now.” He put his wineglass on the table behind the couch. “From the moment you entered the ballroom, all I could think about was how much I wanted to claim you as my own.”
A strangled sound escaped her throat and she almost dropped her glass in her haste to touch him. Setting it on an end table, she reached for him.
“You’re an impulsive woman.” Antonio pulled her into his lap. “I like that.”
“Not normally.” Her laugh was nervous.
She placed her hands on his big chest and onc
e again a rush of nerves stole her ability to speak. He was so big, much bigger than he appeared from the other end of the couch. His thighs were rock hard and the bulge of his erection against her hip was unmistakable. The spicy, faintly musky scent of his skin set her nerves to dancing and her head grew light. She bit her lower lip and his gaze dropped to her mouth.
“A submissive must be prepared to bend her will to that of her master’s.” His hand settled on her thigh.
“I’m not looking for happily ever after,” she blurted.
His dark brow arched as he considered her words. Silently she cursed her wayward tongue.
“I see,” he said. “Would you like me to be your master this evening?”
She nodded.
“And in the morning you will decide if you to be my submissive for the rest of the weekend?”
She nodded again.
“As you wish…”
His breath mingled with hers and the first touch of his lips was as soft as butterfly wings. Lightly his tongue caressed the seam of her mouth silently asking for entrance. Her lips parted and her tongue slid across his. The taste of wine and man rocked her world. A silken moan broke free.
Sliding his arm around her shoulders, he pulled her close. The stiff corset prevented her from feeling him, but the warmth of his body against her exposed flesh was heady. If she’d been standing her knees would be shaking. Her arms crept around his neck.
Their kiss was a dance of seduction and she sensed Antonio was holding back. Was he afraid of scaring her or was he giving her a way out? Did she want an easy escape?
Hell, no. She wanted this man to fuck her until she couldn’t see straight.
She nipped his lower lip and the response was immediate.
Antonio swung her around until her back was cushioned against his arm and the couch. His other hand slid under her skirt and along her thigh. When he broached the waist of her panties, her thighs automatically tightened.
“Relax, Jane,” he spoke against her lips. “Nothing will happen that you don’t want. Remember, this is your game.”
She tipped her head back allowing him better access to her neck. With his teeth, he tugged on the collar then moved up to nip her throat. A bolt of arousal stabbed at her core and her nails dug into his shoulders.
“You like that.” He nipped her earlobe.
“Yes.”
“That little edge of pain with your pleasure.” He kissed the curve of her shoulder. “It enhances your arousal and brings it sharply into focus. You are more aware of your need when you feel that touch of pain.”
His accent was thicker now, undoubtedly a result of his arousal. That coupled with his hand moving up her thigh, left her breathless. Her need had taken over leaving her liquid, hot and aroused. The itch that had plagued her for a year was demanding to be appeased.
“Please…”
“In good time, Jane.” His broad hand moved to the inside of her knee. “Anticipation makes the pleasure much more intense. Your release, when you receive it, will be the sweetest reward.”
She moaned when his hand slid up her thigh to caress the damp material covering her pussy. Her thighs tightened, eliciting a soft hiss from Antonio.
Deft fingers pushed aside the thong and she whimpered when he gently tugged the soft hairs covering her pussy. Her arms tightened around his shoulders and she pressed close, silently begging him to touch her. Sliding into her slick cunt, he bypassed her clit to stroke the sensitized labia.
“You’re killing me,” she hissed. Spreading her thighs, she granted him better access to her needy flesh.
“If so, then you shall die a very happy woman.” He chuckled.
When his finger brushed her clitoris, Jane jerked. Antonio removed his hand to reach up and pull off her mask. She blinked, feeling suddenly naked beneath his gaze.
“Exquisite,” he breathed.
His fingers caressed her cheek then moved down her jaw. When his thumb caressed the curve of her mouth, her tongue darted out. The taste of her own arousal was shocking and thrilling at the same time. His dark gaze pinned hers and she longed to sink into the twin whirlpools of heat and need in their depths.
“Antonio,” she hissed.
To her dismay, rather than touch her, he eased her from his lap onto the couch beside him.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m about to have dessert.”
Dessert? He was going to eat now?
Sliding off the couch, he moved between her thighs. Taking her by the backs of the legs, he pulled her toward him, forcing her legs father apart.
Oh…that kind of dessert.
With a mask covering most of his face, there was something very naughty about letting a man go down on her when she wouldn’t recognize him on the street.
Pushing aside her panties, he spread her thighs wide. His tongue was deft and with the first stroke she was shaking. His dark gaze glinted behind the mask and his fingers breached her molten pussy.
Jane’s hips bucked when he inserted a thick finger into her cunt. She tightened around him and goose bumps erupted across her skin. Adding a second finger, he thrust in and out of her hungry pussy as his tongue continued its mesmerizing dance over her clit.
“Oh…oh…yes…yes!”
Her body arched and she pressed her clit hard against his tongue. With each stroke her need for release grew until she was screaming his name. Her nails dug into the couch, and her eyes slid closed. His hands gripped her hips to hold her in place as she rocked frantically against his mouth.
“Antonio!”
She reached for him, her fingers tangling in his dark hair. When his teeth grazed her clit that was all it took. Her release was powerful, holding her body in its grip until every last drop of sensation was torn from her.
After a few moments, though it could’ve been hours for all she knew, the sensation began to ease and she sagged against the couch.
Damn. Why had she waited so long?
Chapter Seven
Antonio stood near the fireplace, his gaze fixed on Jane. She was still on the couch with her eyes closed and a sated smile on her lips. Her legs were splayed and the puffy lips of her hungry cunt glistened in the firelight.
She was more than he’d hoped for. Beautiful, intelligent and sexy and hungry, everything he could ever want in a woman. Beneath her cool exterior, Jane was liquid fire and the possibilities were endless.
With just a taste of her sweet pussy he’d almost melted into a puddle on the floor. Taking his time and getting to know her, her wants, desires, would be a pleasure he could not deny himself.
“Jane, are you awake?”
Her lashes parted and her hazy, sex-drugged gaze met his. Her lips were kiss-swollen and he was struck by the need to lick them.
“I think I’m awake.” Her tone was thick, sexy. “If I’m not, don’t wake me, this dream is too good to interrupt.”
His lips twitched and he had to force himself not to laugh at her response. It was time to get serious.
“Come stand before me, Jane.”
Moving slowly, she rose from the couch. In those sleepy, sexy eyes, he saw the fire, banked for now, but it was there waiting to be released.
“Remove your skirt,” he instructed.
For a split second she hesitated, her hands lingered at her waist before slipping it over her hips to pool at her feet. She stepped out of the skirt and kicked it to the side.
Clad in her corset, thong panties and garter belt, she was every man’s fantasy. With her tumbled hair and swollen lips, she’d drive any saint to his knees.
Antonio was no saint.
“Remove your stockings.”
She bit her plump lower lip then ducked her head to do his bidding. When she bent, he was afforded a mouth-watering glimpse of her breasts. Slowly she removed the stockings and sweat broke out on his forehead though he wasn’t sure if it was her provocative disrobing or the fact he was standing so close to the fire.
“Put on your
shoes.”
Jane located her shoes and slipped into them.
Leaving her standing, Antonio walked to the couch and sat. Firelight danced over her plush curves. He was going to enjoy getting to know every inch of her body. Under his gaze, she shivered.
Good.
“Come to me, Jane.” He was surprised to hear his voice roughen.
She moved to stand directly in front of him. Reaching out, Antonio pulled her down onto his lap. Her thighs bracketed his. Without hesitation he took the fragile thong and tore it from her body.
Her breath hissed between her teeth.
“You will not wear any form of undergarment unless I instruct you to do so. Do you understand?”
Her eyes went wide and she swallowed hard.
“Yes, Master.”
“Remove your corset.”
Jane reached for the row of tiny hooks.
“When we are together, you are no longer Jane Porter. Your name will be Beauty and you are my submissive. You will attend to my every need and command.”
“Yes, master.” Her head was down as she worked at the hooks with gratifying speed.
“If you remember these simple commands, I think this will be a mutually satisfying relationship.”
Her pink tongue darted out to moisten her lips sending a rush of lust to his groin. When the last hook was undone, she removed the corset. Her breasts were large, the nipples dark and erect like berries. The only thing missing was a tasteful piercing, maybe a hoop of diamonds, from each tip.
Antonio leaned forward and touched his tongue to one pebbled tip. Her indrawn breath was sharp and she pressed into him. He pulled back, not wanting to relinquish his new toy, but it was time for her to understand that he made the rules, not her.
Sliding his hand up her thigh, his fingers slid into her slick cunt. Her hips bucked toward him and he shook his head.
“On my command only, Beauty.”
His gaze speared hers. Their faces were only inches from one another though he made no attempt to kiss her. Centering his thumb over her clit, he began to stroke. Her cat eyes slitted and her jaw clenched as she forced herself to remain still.
Very good.
The scent of her arousal surrounded them and her cream ran down his fingers. Just watching her fight to remain still was a pleasure, but he had other plans for his new submissive. He removed his hand.
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