didn’t muffle her crying when they had sex, and he freaked out and left her. After that, she started dating women but didn’t find anyone that would work as a long-term relationship.”
“Is she bisexual? Would she better off with a Mistress?”
“No, women are just safe for Kira right now. She can have sex with women without hurting, but she’s way more into men than women, so it’s been a meeting of her physical needs. From what she said, she’s bisexual, but like eighty percent guys, twenty percent women.”
“This is a big bloody mess you’ve thrown in my lap.”
The muscles of Jesse’s jaw tightened. “Look. She’s a good woman. I’m not asking you to go shag some hag.”
Bryan couldn’t help but smile at the big Texan’s unintended rhyme, then sobered. “Let me meet the girl. I can’t promise you anything, but at the very least, I’ll speak with her. If there is no spark between us, I can’t force attraction, but I will try to help her find someone she may have a better connection with.”
Jesse stood and let out a relieved breath. “Thank you. I owe you one.”
Standing, Bryan gave him a nefarious grin. “Yes, you do. When your little Dove gets back, perhaps we could arrange for her and Kira to spend some time together. I wonder if they both have pretty pink cunts.”
Jesse groaned and cupped his crotch. “Putting images like that in my mind when my girl is across the ocean. That’s cruel.”
“I am a sadist. Comes with the territory.”
* * * *
Kira crossed her legs and ignored the dull ache in her pelvis. Her hips still complained about being in a sitting position too long, but at least her tailbone no longer hurt. Being able to wear high heels again was an amazing feat in itself. She could probably return to acting if she wanted to, but without the thrill of doing her own stunts, it was boring. She glanced down at her cute gold pumps and smiled. New shoes, new body, new life.
Now she needed to get her ability to have sex back, and she’d be good to go.
The room at Wicked where she waited was pretty awesome. She sat in a small foyer/seating area with furniture that looked right out of the time of Julius Cesar. The room itself was built to look like a walled Roman garden, complete with torches and the sound of crickets and other night creatures. Beautiful potted plants graced the courtyard, adding a hint of lushness to the stone walls. Overhead a pretty sunset faded into the night, visible through a lattice festooned with blooming honeysuckle.
The attached open space behind her made her blush. It had to be an orgy room. She couldn’t think of any other reason why the entire floor of one room had been made into a gigantic, black silk-covered bed. There were various pillows strewn about, and actual shackles were hanging from the walls. More chains hung from the ceiling, and in the very center of the room a strangely shaped dais of blue velvet rose from the floor. She wondered if it was some kind of sex chair. One that would allow different, funky positions.
Shifting slightly to ease the pressure off her right side, she stared at the door and tried to be patient. From what Hawk and Jesse said, Bryan was one of the best sensual sadists out there. If he couldn’t help her, they didn’t know who could. So even though she was as nervous as a virgin at a porn convention, she made herself stay still and wait.
Besides, she’d masturbated at least a dozen times to her memories of watching Bryan last week at Wicked.
The discomfort of her body was nothing compared to the hot mess in her mind. She waffled between wanting to run, wanting to throw herself on Bryan the moment he walked through the door, and pretending to be sick so she could leave with her dignity intact if he didn’t like her.
Well, maybe not intact, but at least she could hold her tears in until she was alone.
Hell, she didn’t even know Bryan, and yet was considering having sex with him. Just about the most intimate
“Is she bisexual? Would she better off with a Mistress?”
“No, women are just safe for Kira right now. She can have sex with women without hurting, but she’s way more into men than women, so it’s been a meeting of her physical needs. From what she said, she’s bisexual, but like eighty percent guys, twenty percent women.”
“This is a big bloody mess you’ve thrown in my lap.”
The muscles of Jesse’s jaw tightened. “Look. She’s a good woman. I’m not asking you to go shag some hag.”
Bryan couldn’t help but smile at the big Texan’s unintended rhyme, then sobered. “Let me meet the girl. I can’t promise you anything, but at the very least, I’ll speak with her. If there is no spark between us, I can’t force attraction, but I will try to help her find someone she may have a better connection with.”
Jesse stood and let out a relieved breath. “Thank you. I owe you one.”
Standing, Bryan gave him a nefarious grin. “Yes, you do. When your little Dove gets back, perhaps we could arrange for her and Kira to spend some time together. I wonder if they both have pretty pink cunts.”
Jesse groaned and cupped his crotch. “Putting images like that in my mind when my girl is across the ocean. That’s cruel.”
“I am a sadist. Comes with the territory.”
* * * *
Kira crossed her legs and ignored the dull ache in her pelvis. Her hips still complained about being in a sitting position too long, but at least her tailbone no longer hurt. Being able to wear high heels again was an amazing feat in itself. She could probably return to acting if she wanted to, but without the thrill of doing her own stunts, it was boring. She glanced down at her cute gold pumps and smiled. New shoes, new body, new life.
Now she needed to get her ability to have sex back, and she’d be good to go.
The room at Wicked where she waited was pretty awesome. She sat in a small foyer/seating area with furniture that looked right out of the time of Julius Cesar. The room itself was built to look like a walled Roman garden, complete with torches and the sound of crickets and other night creatures. Beautiful potted plants graced the courtyard, adding a hint of lushness to the stone walls. Overhead a pretty sunset faded into the night, visible through a lattice festooned with blooming honeysuckle.
The attached open space behind her made her blush. It had to be an orgy room. She couldn’t think of any other reason why the entire floor of one room had been made into a gigantic, black silk-covered bed. There were various pillows strewn about, and actual shackles were hanging from the walls. More chains hung from the ceiling, and in the very center of the room a strangely shaped dais of blue velvet rose from the floor. She wondered if it was some kind of sex chair. One that would allow different, funky positions.
Shifting slightly to ease the pressure off her right side, she stared at the door and tried to be patient. From what Hawk and Jesse said, Bryan was one of the best sensual sadists out there. If he couldn’t help her, they didn’t know who could. So even though she was as nervous as a virgin at a porn convention, she made herself stay still and wait.
Besides, she’d masturbated at least a dozen times to her memories of watching Bryan last week at Wicked.
The discomfort of her body was nothing compared to the hot mess in her mind. She waffled between wanting to run, wanting to throw herself on Bryan the moment he walked through the door, and pretending to be sick so she could leave with her dignity intact if he didn’t like her.
Well, maybe not intact, but at least she could hold her tears in until she was alone.
Hell, she didn’t even know Bryan, and yet was considering having sex with him. Just about the most intimate
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