DARK DESIRE
Desiree Holt
Copyright © 2012
Chapter One
Risa Channing tipped the cab driver, gathered her leather coat around her and pressed the brass knocker on the heavy , carved wooden door. She did her best to tamp down a sudden flutter of nerves as the door to Club Fantasy swung open. She stepped into the warm , paneled reception are a and tentatively smiled at the woman standing there.
“Hello, Lila.”
The two women had met when Risa filled out her membership application and took her on a tour of the dungeon.
“Welcome, Risa. We’re so pleased you’ve decided to join us.”
Risa nodded, hoping she’d be just as happy by the end of the evening. Unsatisfied for a long time with the Doms she ’d played with—and the ones she’d had unfortunate relationships with—she hoped that she’d find here what she was looking for. More than that. What she’d c raved .
When she’d met with Ruelas, the mysterious owner of Club Fantasy, she’d been very emphatic that she wanted a session with an experienced Dom who could take her to the next level of BDSM. She’d wanted such an experience for a long time , but until recently hadn’t had the nerve to go through with it. What if she hated it? Regretted it ? Couldn’t play beyond the light level she was used to?
Too late now, kiddo.
“Ruelas is waiting for you in the lounge,” Lila told her, taking Risa’s coat and purse. They’d be put in a locker for her until she was ready to leave. “Have a good evening.”
I hope so.
“Thank you.”
Risa smoothed the short skirt and halter-top as she moved toward the lounge. She’d left her hair down tonight, swinging just below her shoulders. Beneath the skirt she wore a brand new scarlet thong. For luck. As she entered the lounge she saw Ruelas sitting on a curved section of a couch. Although he was of medium height he carried himself in a way as to seem much taller. He wore his blond hair in a long tail and was dressed in his signature navy silk shirt and pants. He spotted her and stood, his hand extended, a smile on his face.
“Good evening, Risa.” He lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles. “We’ve been waiting for you.”
The man sitting next to him rose , and immedia tely , Risa felt her thong dampen even as her mouth went dry . Like Ruelas , he appeared taller than he was his shoulders broad , and his chest and abs hard and flat, with a sexy dusting of dark hair. Al l the rippling muscles were easy to see because he was naked from the waist up. The rest of his body was clad in leather pants tight enough that she could see the thick bulge of his cock. Below that , he was barefoot . She noticed his feet appeared as graceful as the rest of his body.
But it was his face that caught her attention. Framed by a thick fall of inky black hair , it was a warrior’s face, finely chiseled with a square jaw, startling blue eyes and lashes any woman would kill for. The power he exuded was so strong as to be nearly visible in the air around him . She could only stand there mesmerized, and so aroused she needed every bit of discipline to keep herself together.
Deep inside her something unfamiliar began to unwind like a coil tightened down for too long. Something teased at her emotions as well as her senses. Was she getting herself into something too deep here? She wasn’t looking for more than o ne night of intense pleasure. Was she?
“Risa , ” Ruelas’ voice penetrated the fog wrapped around her brain. “This is Master J.”
Her eyes drank him in even as they kept returning to the significant bulge in his pants. She could hardly wait to feel that inside her. At his pleasure, of course.
Master J, in full Dom mode, did not extend his hand. Instead, he let his gaze travel slowly over every inch of her body, so penetrating was his stare that she might as well have been naked. H e nodded at Ruelas.
“She will do very nicely . ”
Ruelas smiled. “You know it is always my goal to
Desiree Holt
Copyright © 2012
Chapter One
Risa Channing tipped the cab driver, gathered her leather coat around her and pressed the brass knocker on the heavy , carved wooden door. She did her best to tamp down a sudden flutter of nerves as the door to Club Fantasy swung open. She stepped into the warm , paneled reception are a and tentatively smiled at the woman standing there.
“Hello, Lila.”
The two women had met when Risa filled out her membership application and took her on a tour of the dungeon.
“Welcome, Risa. We’re so pleased you’ve decided to join us.”
Risa nodded, hoping she’d be just as happy by the end of the evening. Unsatisfied for a long time with the Doms she ’d played with—and the ones she’d had unfortunate relationships with—she hoped that she’d find here what she was looking for. More than that. What she’d c raved .
When she’d met with Ruelas, the mysterious owner of Club Fantasy, she’d been very emphatic that she wanted a session with an experienced Dom who could take her to the next level of BDSM. She’d wanted such an experience for a long time , but until recently hadn’t had the nerve to go through with it. What if she hated it? Regretted it ? Couldn’t play beyond the light level she was used to?
Too late now, kiddo.
“Ruelas is waiting for you in the lounge,” Lila told her, taking Risa’s coat and purse. They’d be put in a locker for her until she was ready to leave. “Have a good evening.”
I hope so.
“Thank you.”
Risa smoothed the short skirt and halter-top as she moved toward the lounge. She’d left her hair down tonight, swinging just below her shoulders. Beneath the skirt she wore a brand new scarlet thong. For luck. As she entered the lounge she saw Ruelas sitting on a curved section of a couch. Although he was of medium height he carried himself in a way as to seem much taller. He wore his blond hair in a long tail and was dressed in his signature navy silk shirt and pants. He spotted her and stood, his hand extended, a smile on his face.
“Good evening, Risa.” He lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles. “We’ve been waiting for you.”
The man sitting next to him rose , and immedia tely , Risa felt her thong dampen even as her mouth went dry . Like Ruelas , he appeared taller than he was his shoulders broad , and his chest and abs hard and flat, with a sexy dusting of dark hair. Al l the rippling muscles were easy to see because he was naked from the waist up. The rest of his body was clad in leather pants tight enough that she could see the thick bulge of his cock. Below that , he was barefoot . She noticed his feet appeared as graceful as the rest of his body.
But it was his face that caught her attention. Framed by a thick fall of inky black hair , it was a warrior’s face, finely chiseled with a square jaw, startling blue eyes and lashes any woman would kill for. The power he exuded was so strong as to be nearly visible in the air around him . She could only stand there mesmerized, and so aroused she needed every bit of discipline to keep herself together.
Deep inside her something unfamiliar began to unwind like a coil tightened down for too long. Something teased at her emotions as well as her senses. Was she getting herself into something too deep here? She wasn’t looking for more than o ne night of intense pleasure. Was she?
“Risa , ” Ruelas’ voice penetrated the fog wrapped around her brain. “This is Master J.”
Her eyes drank him in even as they kept returning to the significant bulge in his pants. She could hardly wait to feel that inside her. At his pleasure, of course.
Master J, in full Dom mode, did not extend his hand. Instead, he let his gaze travel slowly over every inch of her body, so penetrating was his stare that she might as well have been naked. H e nodded at Ruelas.
“She will do very nicely . ”
Ruelas smiled. “You know it is always my goal to
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