“What plans do you have for next weekend?” he asked as he steered the zoomy car out into traffic.
“I’m not sure.”
“I see.”
I made an attempt at small talk as he drove me home. I really did. But I failed. Thus, much of the drive was in silence. I let him kiss me goodbye in the car. Thankfully, it was just a small peck. Friendly but not overly intimate. Then I locked myself into my condo and had a good, long cry.
* * * *
Three weeks later, that night with Shane still haunted me. He’d called me a few days later and left a message. He’d told me to return his call if I had an interest in seeing him again. I hadn’t called him back. Not because I didn’t want to see him again. I did. But because I didn’t want to want him so much.
Since that night all I’d dreamed about was him and his dungeon. I woke up every morning, body tight, blood simmering. Thoughts of him popped into my head all day long, at the oddest moments. I’d hear a man’s voice, and my heart would start galloping in my chest like a runaway race horse. I’d catch the scent of a man’s cologne, and my blood would start simmering. I’d spy a dark haired man in a crowd and my knees would turn soft.
Shane Trant had become an obsession. There was no way I could face him. Not yet. Not for a long time.
So I went about my life, doing the best I could to pretend everything was normal. I went to work. I went to the gym. I went grocery shopping and paid my bills and tried to tell myself I was happy.
By the time the fourth week had passed, I had almost convinced myself that I was going to put Shane and that night behind me. I was in Antonio’s, grabbing some vegetable lasagna to take home for a late dinner. I heard his voice, and every nerve in my body ignited.
“Bristol,” he said, behind me.
I slowly swiveled, doing what I could to mentally brace myself as I turned. Still, the sight of his handsome face made my heart jerk in my chest. “Hello, Shane.”
His lips were curled into a ghost of a smile. “It’s good to see you again.”
“Yes. How are the renovations going?” I asked, feeling myself leaning back, away from him. A little quiver of need shot through me as my gaze focused on his mouth. That mouth had done wicked, decadent things to me. And I knew, if I was brave enough to ask, it could do a lot more wickeder things to me.
He stepped closer, allowing a customer standing behind him to get through the crowded space. Now he was standing close enough to touch. Close enough to smell his cologne, to feel his head. He extended an arm, placing a hand on the bar behind me. “I’m just getting things started, thanks. And how’s life without two mortgages?”
I inhaled deeply. “Wonderful.”
“Miss, there you are.” The bartender handed me a plastic bag, and I thanked her before turning back to Shane.
Holding the bag, I shifted my weight. Wow, was he close. I needed to leave. I could feel my willpower failing. What would happen if I asked him if I could go home with him right now? Would he take me back to that dark dungeon of his? Would he make me forget why it was such a bad idea? “Well, I guess I’d better get going.”
“Sure. Wouldn’t want your…?” He lifted a brow.
“Vegetarian lasagna,” I said.
“Vegetarian lasagna to get cold.”
“No, I wouldn’t.” I took a step away, two. I’d almost made it to the door before turning back. When I did, I discovered he was watching me. My face burned. I opened my mouth, but no words came out. I didn’t know what to say. How could I explain everything to him? How?
That ghost of a smile warmed slightly. Then he turned away from me to talk to the bartender.
I left, scurrying outside, click-clacked across the dark parking lot. Just as I was remoting open my car’s door lock, I heard him again. He’d followed me outside.
I opened the door and dropped my dinner onto the driver’s seat. By the time I’d done that, he was behind me. I could sense his nearness with every nerve in my body. I turned, opened my mouth again to say something.
He cupped my cheeks and smashed his mouth down over mine.
Instantly my body ignited, and all the wanting I’d been trying to suppress surged to the surface, overwhelming my system like a tidal wave. Before I knew it, he had me pinned between his hard body and my car and his tongue was plunging into my mouth, filling it with his decadent flavor.
I was outside, where a passerby might see me, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was how it felt to have his hands on me again, his heat radiating over my skin. My insides were twisting and turning, muscles coiling into tight knots.
Hands cupped under my ass, he lifted me, and I locked my legs around his waist and arms around his neck, and held on. My skirt was up over my hips, but it didn’t matter. He wasn’t going to let me go again, not now, not ever. No. I was his. He was mine. We’d figure everything else out later.
His hands left my butt, and I heard the ziiip of a zipper. Ohmygod, was he going to…?
He had my back pinned against the slightly angled face of the driver’s side window. We were standing between my car and a minivan. It was dark.
But still I knew, even with the haze of need enveloping me almost completely, that someone could catch us at any moment.
His fingers hooked the crotch of my panties. There was a sharp yank, and the sodden material gave way. Cool air caressed my heated flesh, making me shiver.
“You aren’t going to hide from me again,” he said as he plunged his thick cock into me.
“No, sir,” I promised, tipping my hips to meet his thrust. “Never again.”
He slid deep. Full at last. Oh God, it felt so good, so right. Even here. Yes, here.
“I’ll never hide again,” I promised. I meant it too, every word.
“You should be punished.” He withdrew, to the tip then rammed deep again.
“Yes.” A surge of carnal heat rushed through me. I was going to come already. I could feel it, tingles of a powerful climax buzzing and zapping through my body. “I’m sorry, sir. Punish me. Punish me hard.”
He did. He took me without mercy, pounding into my tight tissues with all his might. I surrendered to his possession and let myself be carried away by a powerful orgasm, screaming his name as the first spasm wracked my body. I trembled and quaked, gasping for breath as his torment continued. He showed me no mercy, pushing me over the edge again, making me come a second time before finally reaching his own climax. He slammed his mouth over mine as he jerked his cock out of me. His low growl of satisfaction vibrated in my mouth, my head, my throat. Trembling all over, I clung to him and fought to catch my breath. I’d never done anything like this. I’d never even dreamed of doing anything like this.
Sex in public?
Ohmygod. I’d just had sex in public.
While I huffed and puffed, he tucked himself back in his pants and zipped up. Then, holding me tenderly, he eased me to my feet and smoothed my skirt down. His gaze locked on mine.
“I’m sorry,” I said, tears gathering in my eyes. I dragged my thumbs under my lashes then crossed my arms over my chest. “I was scared.”
“No, not you. I was scared of how you made me feel, how powerful my wanting for you is.”
He caressed my cheek, thumbing away a tear that had dribbled down the side. “Baby, my wanting for you has been driving me mad for four weeks. I haven’t eaten. I can’t sleep. I can’t think. I haven’t even started the renovations on the house yet because I can’t concentrate on anything but you. I’ve wondered where you were, what you were doing, why you wouldn’t call me. You see what you’ve done to me? You’ve tormented me, haunted me. And I’m thankful. You’ve given me a reason to live again, to think about tomorrow. To plan for next week, next month.”
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nbsp; I’d never heard such beautiful words before. I was speechless.
“Tell me you’re mine, Bristol. I need to hear you say it.”
I looped my arms around his neck and rose up on tiptoes. He dipped his head down, lower, lower until our mouths were a breath apart. Then, I whispered, “I’m yours, Shane. I’ve been yours from the start, after that first magical kiss.” And then, I sealed my promise with a kiss. It was as magical as the first one. Not because it was a possession. No, it was a surrender. It was an unspoken vow. He was my master, and I was his slave. For how long? I couldn’t say. Yesterday, today, and tomorrow. Maybe longer. Maybe not. But now I understood. I didn’t need to be afraid. Shane would never hurt me. I could trust him like I’d never trusted another man. In the dungeon, he would be my lover, my protector, my strength, my courage. But only if I turned myself over to him, mind and body.
When the kiss ended, he smiled. “Now, you deserve a reward.” His hand slid around to my back, cupping my bottom, and a shiver of desire quaked through me. I leaned into him, feeling his hard, hot need pressing against my stomach.
“Here? Again?” I asked, a secret thrill setting my heart racing.
“No, eat first. You’re going to need your strength. I have big plans for you tonight. Big plans.”
My body ignited as he angled past me, opened my car door and pulled my bag of vegetable lasagna out. “Yes, sir.” We walked hand in hand to his car. And minutes later, we were zooming through quiet streets toward his home, toward his dungeon.
My new playroom.
The End
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Table of Contents
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The CEO and the Girl from the Coffee Shop by Terry Towers
Yes, Mr. Collins by Anna Antonia (writing as Charlotte DeCorte)
My Rockstar Billionaire by Amy Aday
Heidi and the Kaiser by Selena Kitt
Gloria’s Secret by Nelle L’Amour
Make You Mine by Tawny Taylor
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ed into Marriage by Dez Burke
The Art of Catching a Greek Billionaire by Marian Tee
What He Wants by Tawny Taylor