take it off.”
“And if I refuse?”
“I’ll tear it off you, wench.”
She shivered and he was afraid he’d gone too far, then he noticed her chest rising and falling with her heavy breathing. Her nostrils flared with desire and tiny drops of perspiration glittered above her mask.
Reannah Mason, technical writer was a closet sub. Who’d have thought it?
Lust, hot and furious tore through him at the thought of dominating this woman he’d wanted for so long.
“Don’t make me ask you again, slave.”
“Y-yes master.”
Her voice was thick with desire and her hands shook as she unbuttoned the skirt slowly, starting from the bottom.
Kiefer didn’t live the BDSM lifestyle, but he wouldn’t mind playing the game with a willing partner. And by the rosy glow suffusing Reannah’s skin, she was more than willing.
It took every ounce of strength he had to keep his hands by his sides as she revealed first the thigh-high boots and then the leather thong hiding her pussy from his greedy gaze. For a moment all he could do was stare at the picture she made, standing in the dim light with her silken skin and black leather.
With his mind turned to pudding it was hard to think about what to do next. He wanted to throw her on the bed and lick every inch of her succulent body but didn’t want to rush her.
His muscles clenched as he forced himself to keep his distance from her. Before he could decide what to have her remove next, the thong or the corset, the doorknob turned and started to open.
Shit! He’d forgotten to lock the door!
Kiefer pounced off the bed and slammed the door closed before the person on the other side could get a good look at his Reannah . After he made sure it was locked he turned to find she had slipped into the shadows. Apparently she didn’t want any company yet either.
“Come here, slave.”
She stalked forward, her creamy thighs gleaming above the black boots. “Yes, master.”
“Hold onto the whipping post and don’t let go until I tell you.”
Her breathing hitched as she did as he directed. Heat came off her in waves, stoking the fire raging inside him to a fevered pitch. The scent of her perfume merged with the musky fragrance of her desire and drifted through his nostrils. He breathed deeply, wanting to inhale her very essence.
“Close your eyes,” he ordered, his voice husky.
To make sure she complied, he picked a silken scarf off a nearby chair and gently secured it over her eyes.
Now he could feast on her beauty without fear of her discovering his identity.
And Lord was he hungry.
The lack of sight immediately heightened all her other senses. Reannah couldn’t believe how turned on she was. The highwayman reminded her so much of Kiefer, except his hair didn’t have Kiefer’s golden highlights and his voice wasn’t quite the same. But oh, his body. Not that she’d ever seen Kiefer in tight leather pants, but if she had, she was sure he’d look the same as the man standing behind her now.
Could that be why she was so willing to let go of her inhibitions so quickly? Because he reminded her of someone she trusted?
No. It wasn’t because he reminded her of someone she trusted, it was because he reminded her of someone she wanted . She couldn’t have Kiefer, but for tonight she could pretend that this sexy stranger was the man of her dreams.
Dreams? Ha! More like deepest darkest fantasies.
How often had she thought of Kiefer controlling her with ecstasy? Hundreds of times.
But she had no idea how much better the reality could be.
“Not so feisty now, are you wench?” He slapped her bare bottom hard enough to leave a sting but not hard enough to hurt. Much.
“No, master.” She had to bite her lip to keep from laughing whenever she called him master. It was hokey , but very exciting too.
His warm breath brushed over her shoulder and made her nipples perk to attention. The corset restricted her air supply and she felt almost lightheaded . As his hands
“And if I refuse?”
“I’ll tear it off you, wench.”
She shivered and he was afraid he’d gone too far, then he noticed her chest rising and falling with her heavy breathing. Her nostrils flared with desire and tiny drops of perspiration glittered above her mask.
Reannah Mason, technical writer was a closet sub. Who’d have thought it?
Lust, hot and furious tore through him at the thought of dominating this woman he’d wanted for so long.
“Don’t make me ask you again, slave.”
“Y-yes master.”
Her voice was thick with desire and her hands shook as she unbuttoned the skirt slowly, starting from the bottom.
Kiefer didn’t live the BDSM lifestyle, but he wouldn’t mind playing the game with a willing partner. And by the rosy glow suffusing Reannah’s skin, she was more than willing.
It took every ounce of strength he had to keep his hands by his sides as she revealed first the thigh-high boots and then the leather thong hiding her pussy from his greedy gaze. For a moment all he could do was stare at the picture she made, standing in the dim light with her silken skin and black leather.
With his mind turned to pudding it was hard to think about what to do next. He wanted to throw her on the bed and lick every inch of her succulent body but didn’t want to rush her.
His muscles clenched as he forced himself to keep his distance from her. Before he could decide what to have her remove next, the thong or the corset, the doorknob turned and started to open.
Shit! He’d forgotten to lock the door!
Kiefer pounced off the bed and slammed the door closed before the person on the other side could get a good look at his Reannah . After he made sure it was locked he turned to find she had slipped into the shadows. Apparently she didn’t want any company yet either.
“Come here, slave.”
She stalked forward, her creamy thighs gleaming above the black boots. “Yes, master.”
“Hold onto the whipping post and don’t let go until I tell you.”
Her breathing hitched as she did as he directed. Heat came off her in waves, stoking the fire raging inside him to a fevered pitch. The scent of her perfume merged with the musky fragrance of her desire and drifted through his nostrils. He breathed deeply, wanting to inhale her very essence.
“Close your eyes,” he ordered, his voice husky.
To make sure she complied, he picked a silken scarf off a nearby chair and gently secured it over her eyes.
Now he could feast on her beauty without fear of her discovering his identity.
And Lord was he hungry.
The lack of sight immediately heightened all her other senses. Reannah couldn’t believe how turned on she was. The highwayman reminded her so much of Kiefer, except his hair didn’t have Kiefer’s golden highlights and his voice wasn’t quite the same. But oh, his body. Not that she’d ever seen Kiefer in tight leather pants, but if she had, she was sure he’d look the same as the man standing behind her now.
Could that be why she was so willing to let go of her inhibitions so quickly? Because he reminded her of someone she trusted?
No. It wasn’t because he reminded her of someone she trusted, it was because he reminded her of someone she wanted . She couldn’t have Kiefer, but for tonight she could pretend that this sexy stranger was the man of her dreams.
Dreams? Ha! More like deepest darkest fantasies.
How often had she thought of Kiefer controlling her with ecstasy? Hundreds of times.
But she had no idea how much better the reality could be.
“Not so feisty now, are you wench?” He slapped her bare bottom hard enough to leave a sting but not hard enough to hurt. Much.
“No, master.” She had to bite her lip to keep from laughing whenever she called him master. It was hokey , but very exciting too.
His warm breath brushed over her shoulder and made her nipples perk to attention. The corset restricted her air supply and she felt almost lightheaded . As his hands
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