ONE BITE TO PASSION
MARYLYNN BAST
ISBN 9781615087969
All rights reserved
Copyright 2012 Marylynn Bast
This book may not be reproduced in whole or in part without written permission.
For information:
http://SizzlerEditions.com/Submission
Sizzler/Submission Bondage
A Renaissance E Books publication
2
CHAPTER ONE
"You've been nursing the same drink for the past thirty minutes.
Will you please just down it so I can get you another one?" Dancing
up to the table, Rosa urged in a sing song voice. Her hips continued
to sway to the music playing in the small club.
"I'm fine, really." Paige sat with her hand cupping her drink.
Lifting the glass to her lips, she took a sip and set it back down on the
table. It was now warm and didn't taste as good as it did cold, but she
wasn't much of a drinker.
"We came out for you to relax. So come on, relax and have some
fun!" Rosa's rounded hips continued to undulate while she took a big
swig of her own drink and danced away once more.
Paige shook her head with an envious smile, wishing she could be
carefree like Rosa. But she wasn't as confident about her looks. She
knew her long blonde hair was nothing spectacular. She kept it curled
so it framed her oval face. The light makeup did little to hide the
freckles scattered across the bridge of her nose and cheeks. Standing
five foot two and a half, she was average looking, a little on the
heavy, full bodied side. Nothing compared to Rosa's amazon good
looks and her perfectly flawless skin. Releasing a sigh that blew a
lock of hair across her forehead, Paige pushed the stray strands back
in place.
It didn't matter that she was out there dancing by herself. Rosa
twirled around the floor, swaying from side to side, running her hands
up and down her form. Her long lean body floated across the room,
drawing the attention of the men who had just walked through the
door. It didn't take long for one of the new comers to down a shot and
saunter over to her and begin dancing in front of her. Not quite
touching her, but giving the illusion of his hands running up and down
her body. Rosa threw her head back and laughed. Her long black hair
fell in waves down her back. Turning around, her body moved in
rhythm with his. The short, tight mini skirt she wore emphasized her
rounded butt and long, lean legs.
3
Paige wondered how the hell she could keep from falling over in
the four inch heels that made her five foot eleven frame that much
taller than she already was.
The man in front of her was tall with dark blonde hair, broad
shoulders and a narrow waist. Paige guessed he had to have been
nearly six foot four or five since he stood taller than Rosa. Her darker
Latino complexion contrasted against his lighter skin tone. They
made a striking couple while they danced. His body matching her
movements, his hand came up and rested lightly on her waist while
her forearm rested across the top of his shoulder, her hand dangling.
The only parts of them touching, but it looked as if they were making
love while their bodies moved in a synchronized dance with the slow
music.
While he danced with the amazon goddess, his friends laughed and
talked, crowding around the table behind Paige. Alone, she sat rigidly
at her table and watched Rosa with an envious half smile on her face.
Rosa had never met this man before tonight because they had just
flown into town the day before. But the way they moved so smoothly,
it looked like they had danced together many times. To be so carefree
and comfortable with her body, it just didn't seem fair. Glancing
down at her drink, her mind wandered back to the last couple of
right! Taking a deep breath, releasing it slowly in a heart-felt sigh,
Paige tipped the glass and drank the rest of the warm liquid.
Suddenly, Rosa appeared next to the table as if she was just waiting
for Paige to take the last drink. "Good, now we can get you another
one." She tugged her hand and pulled her towards the bar in the
corner. Surprisingly, a line of men waited for drinks. The single
bartender flipped the shaker in the air, caught it and smiled when he
saw Rosa. The men in front of them turned and to Paige's surprise
they parted, allowing the two of them to move to the front of the line.
What the hell? Paige couldn't believe what was happening. Guess
being among the few civilian females in the military club on an
overseas base had its advantages.
* * * *
4
They had made it to the club early, so the night was still young and
from the looks of it, the evening was just beginning. Rosa was
smiling brightly when took the drinks from the counter, her fourth in
less than an hour. Paige accepted her second drink, gave the bartender
a demure smile and followed Rosa. Being in a strange place unnerved
her a little, especially with all the testosterone in one room. Paige
wanted to relax and have fun, she just didn't know how. Her life
consisted of work, work, and more work. Since childhood she had
done nothing but work to support herself and then her family.
It was so easy for Rosa. She was open, outgoing and friendly.
Making their way to the table took a few minutes since everyone
wanted to stop Rosa and talk. Even though she was married, and
wore her ring proudly, men naturally gravitated towards her. The man
Rosa had been dancing with and his group had disappeared while they
were getting their drinks. Paige gave a slight shrug of her shoulders.
She was hoping to have gotten a better look of the guy.
Taking a quick drink, Rosa barely had the glass set down on the
table before one of the men, who stood in line, grabbed her hand and
pulled her to the dance floor without even asking. She laughed and
went along with a smile and a shrug in Paige's direction.
The DJ played a mixture of music from all genres to satisfy all
tastes. The song playing now was a slow crooning country song, and
Paige watched the man wrap his arms around Rosa's body.
She melted into him. Rosa was so carefree and easy with the
people, especially with men. When she danced with them, they had
her undivided attention. They were the center of her universe, the
only man alive.
Looking around the room, Paige noticed everyone was watching
the lone couple moving across the floor. Her eyes stopped when they
came to the first man Rosa had danced with. Her eyebrow arched
slightly when she saw that he had slipped back into the room without
her noticing. It surprised her that he watched her instead of Rosa.
Lifting his glass and his chin in her direction, a charming smile
showed his straight white teeth and cute dimples in h
is cheeks.
5
Paige felt heat rise up her neck and into her face. Men didn't smile
at her the way they did Rosa, especially not the sexy little number
watching her from across the floor. Raising her glass slightly, she
responded with shy toothless smile, taking a sip. She fought to
maintain eye contact with him over the top of their glass. Glancing
down at the table, Paige took a deep breath to steady her nerves. It
was just a look, she reminded herself. It's not like he was ravishing
her right then and there, but boy did she feel like he was. She forced
her gaze to Rosa instead of looking back at the blonde hunk of a man.
But she could still see him out of the corner of her eye when he got up
and ambled towards the door. A disappointed feeling settled in her
stomach. She picked her glass up and took a big gulp.
How did Rosa do it? How did she have all the men falling over
themselves to dance, to talk to her, just to be around her? When the
song ended, another man was already waiting to pull her into his arms.
The DJ turned the volume of the music up when a large group of
the women walked, they were military. A few of them hung onto the
arm of the man they were with while the others were boisterously loud
like their fellow comrades. The group moved into the room, some
heading towards the dance floor while others went to stand in line for
their drinks.
In her career, Paige had been to several military bases and had gone
out for drinks, playing a few of the slot machines in the small casinos.
Men had struck up conversations with her as she played, but she
always went back to her lodging alone.
Now Rosa was a different story. Even though she was married, she
always had a willing man to make sure she made it back safe. Paige
didn't know firsthand if the men were invited to her room or not.
Though, she was pretty sure a few had made their way there a couple
times. They were friends, but never talked about those kinds of
things.
Rosa and her husband had a different kind of relationship. He was
a marine and as a military spouse, she was used to him being gone.
From what Paige had heard in passing, Rosa had an affair after her
6
husband had cheated on her and the lifestyle seemed to stick. They
both had their things. The military had just passed the law 'Don't ask,
don't tell.' Rosa and Lamar's relationship was based on that rule.
While she continued to watch Rosa, Paige wondered how it would
be to let her guard down and not have to worry about the
consequences. She wanted to know how it would feel for her to allow
the barriers in her mind to fall, to be so carefree and not worry about
everything all the time.
Rosa swung by the table a couple times throughout the next few
songs, grabbed her drink, took a long swig and was off again, until she
finally returned. Out of breath, she still smiled, "You doing ok? Why
don't you come out and dance?"
"I'm good." Paige gave her a half smile and lifted her almost empty
drink. She was bored to tears and wanted to escape the loud music.
The beginning of a headache was forming at her temples. All military
base buildings were smoke free. She couldn't claim she needed a
breath of fresh air, so she thought of the next best thing. "I'm going to
run to the bathroom. I'll be back in a few minutes." Tossing the
remaining liquid back, Paige stood and felt her watching her walk
away. Paige knew Rosa would be distracted for only a moment
before heading right back out on the dance floor with another guy
before she even made it through the exit. Glancing over her shoulder
confirmed her suspicion.
* * * *
Standing in the middle of a wide open carpeted area, she had a few
choices. The base facility had two clubs in this building, along with a
small casino and a dining area at the other end. She could go back in
through the door to where Rosa was dancing, or she could go through
the other door and see what was happening in the club next door.
Then there was the usual, go to the casino and waste a little bit of time
and money. Tired of the usual, she walked through the other club's
doorway and made her way to the bar for another drink.
This room had a row of booths along the wall that were all
occupied. Peoples' laughter and loud conversations filled the room
while they munched on the baskets of food sitting in front of them.
7
The center of the room had small round tables and chairs that were
filled with drinks and people sitting around talking. Full stools lined
the bar, leaving Paige no place to sit. She located where the line
began for drinks. She waited for her turn to order her drink.
Inconspicuous, the taller men never even noticed her behind them.
While waiting, the DJ began his monologue and called the first
person up and handed him the microphone. The song popped up on
the screen and everyone cheered when the tall lanky man wearing a
baggy t-shirt and jeans began singing along to the words scrolling
across the monitor. Way off key, he sang on while the group laughed
and hollered, encouraging their fellow soldier.
Paige bought her drink and found a place to stand, leaning against
the support beam that ran from ceiling to floor near the center of the
room. With a smile on her face at the singer's antics, she tipped the
beer to her lips. The cold liquid slid down her throat. Her tense
shoulder muscles began to relax. Then she was nudged from behind.
A warm breath fell across her neck, close to her ear. "Hi, why aren't
you over there dancing with your friend?"
The sound of his husky voice sent a slight shiver down her spine.
Glancing over her shoulder, she saw bright blue eyes and a perfect
smile grinning at her. She felt the heat from his body.
He stood close, not quite touching her.
Shrugging, she turned slightly to acknowledge him. "I wanted to
see what was going on over here." She lied. She really wasn't over
there dancing because no one had asked her to dance and she didn't
have the balls to get out on the dance floor alone like Rosa could do.
"Not much going on in here, other than him screaming into the
microphone." Nodding towards the man jumping around in the crowd,
he smiled and his dimples showed.
There was no stage in this bar. The DJ booth was in the corner and
elevated off the floor just a bit so he could see out over the crowd.
The room was small and crowded with the hundred or so men and a
handful of women who jostled each other while the singer moved
among them. He was butchering the song, but it didn't matter to
anyone. They were having fun.
8
Paige couldn't think of a response and nodded her head with a
smile. Glancing back in time to see him turn to one of the men who
had just came up behind him. Their greetings and shoulder bumps
were lost in the ending of the song. The crowd gave the singer a
round of
rowdy applause, hollers and whistles. Mr. Dimples moved
away without another word. Disappointed yet again, Paige lifted her
beer and took a long swig. What did she expect?
Turning, the sea of men was thick and she had to tap them on the
shoulder and put her hand on their waist to squeeze through the throng
of hard bodied, young men. She moved quickly, trying to keep from
being stepped on or knocked over. If Rosa had been with her, they
would have parted and given her a clear path. But no, that wasn't
happening with her, she felt invisible.
She thought it rude, but with no other choice, she pushed her way
through and headed back into the other club. Rosa noticed her come
through the doorway and raised her long slender arm to get Paige's
attention. She had moved to the other side of the room and stood
sipping her drink with a group of men. When she raised her arm, the
men all turned expectantly. Paige could almost read their sighs of
disappointment when they saw who Rosa waved at.
Looking down at her feet, Paige wished she had taken the time to at
least have changed out of her work clothes. The jeans, button up shirt
and hiking boots were fine for running all over base chasing down
inventory parts, but not for the bar scene. How did she expect to
dance if anyone asked with her wearing hiking boots? Well, not like
that was gonna happen anyway.
She had only brought sensible work clothes on the trip. She hadn't
thought to pack party clothes like Rosa had. She didn't have high
heels; she never wore them, not even when she was home. The base
store sold clothing, but nothing Paige would have worn. The girls
who wore the type sold at the BX were in their twenties. There was
no way she would be caught dead in some of the stuff they wore, plus
she didn't think it was appropriate wear for her. Over forty, she felt
like their mother. Rosa was closer to their age at thirty and could get
away with wearing those kinds of clothes. But not Paige or she didn't
9
think she could anyway. Her mood quickly moved towards the dark
side.
The men in the bar were young military guys, mostly in their