hear my roar is when I’ve
fucked you into a state of bliss and I spill myself deep inside your tight
body.”
“Oh,” she said in a faint voice and stared at him. “You
think you’re gonna get lucky tonight, don’t you?”
“No.” His features tightened, and his eyelids grew heavy.
“Tonight is all about your pleasure.”
He pulled up a winding driveway before reaching a massive
and elaborately carved wrought-iron gate. It was illuminated by great cut-glass
lanterns on either side and would have looked perfect guarding the entrance to
a castle. She noticed the thick concrete pillars thrusting up and blocking the
drive beyond the gate and modified her imaginings from a delicate fairy castle
to an imposing and impressive fortress.
Even though they hadn’t even entered the property yet, a
delicious shiver went through her. Passing through these gates was like passing
through a portal to another world. A fantasy place where any pleasure that
could be bought was and the only thing limiting the wonders within was the
owner’s imagination. After experiencing the garden in the sky, she didn’t know
what could possibly top it. A flush of embarrassment heated her cheeks at the
silly, romantic turn her thoughts had taken, but never in her life would she
have imagined not only that places like this existed, but that she’d be eagerly
waiting to enter with a handsome and wicked prince.
Isaac pulled up and tapped a code into a gate box. A moment
later a disembodied female voice spoke from the box. “Good evening, Mr.
O’Keefe. You are expected.”
Before them the heavy black iron bars opened, and the
concrete barriers beyond lowered. Isaac drove through, following a driveway lit
with exquisite wrought-iron lanterns. Bare tree branches curved over the drive,
and they probably went another quarter mile before pulling within sight of the
club.
It was all she had imagined and more.
Lights blazed from every window of the four-story mansion,
illuminating the pale stone exterior with their golden glow and revealing
columned porches, balconies, and vast windows.
He went around the main parking area with its covered
entrance, waving at the valet, before pulling up behind the mansion next to what
looked like a steel black door with security cameras pointed at it. Every
breath he took seemed to burn her skin, and when he turned off the car and
picked the cat mask up from the seat, she actually trembled.
She was glad she didn’t have to face a crowd. Yesterday
she’d been too excited to really think about who she was and who they were.
Stroking her fingers over the mask, she reminded herself that no matter how
rich and famous someone was, she was on the arm of one of the most eligible
bachelors in the world. A man who had promised to make her orgasm with just a
kiss.
The man sitting next to her, making her body buzz with an
erotic charge caused by his look.
The dome light of the car dimmed to a low golden glow, which
seemed bright. Her breath caught in her throat as their gazes met, and she was
captured by him as surely as a snake by its charmer. A faint hint of stubble
darkened his chin, and her fingers itched to touch him, to brush her thumbs
over the harsh angles of his jaw, to press her lips to his, and surrender to
his every demand.
Earlier today when she’d been talking to Laurel about BDSM,
she’d been imagining what Isaac would do to her tonight. It had left her in an
almost constant state of arousal. Now the simmering craving for his touch roared
back to life, blanketing her mind with feelings and chasing away her thoughts.
With one look from him, he’d managed to reduce her to a throbbing puddle of
hormones.
The first brush of his fingertips smoothing the hair away
from her face had her closing her eyes and leaning into his stroke. Her whole
body strained toward him, needing him, wanting to be his. She yearned for the
bond that Laurel had described, the complete trust between a Master and his
submissive. The
fucked you into a state of bliss and I spill myself deep inside your tight
body.”
“Oh,” she said in a faint voice and stared at him. “You
think you’re gonna get lucky tonight, don’t you?”
“No.” His features tightened, and his eyelids grew heavy.
“Tonight is all about your pleasure.”
He pulled up a winding driveway before reaching a massive
and elaborately carved wrought-iron gate. It was illuminated by great cut-glass
lanterns on either side and would have looked perfect guarding the entrance to
a castle. She noticed the thick concrete pillars thrusting up and blocking the
drive beyond the gate and modified her imaginings from a delicate fairy castle
to an imposing and impressive fortress.
Even though they hadn’t even entered the property yet, a
delicious shiver went through her. Passing through these gates was like passing
through a portal to another world. A fantasy place where any pleasure that
could be bought was and the only thing limiting the wonders within was the
owner’s imagination. After experiencing the garden in the sky, she didn’t know
what could possibly top it. A flush of embarrassment heated her cheeks at the
silly, romantic turn her thoughts had taken, but never in her life would she
have imagined not only that places like this existed, but that she’d be eagerly
waiting to enter with a handsome and wicked prince.
Isaac pulled up and tapped a code into a gate box. A moment
later a disembodied female voice spoke from the box. “Good evening, Mr.
O’Keefe. You are expected.”
Before them the heavy black iron bars opened, and the
concrete barriers beyond lowered. Isaac drove through, following a driveway lit
with exquisite wrought-iron lanterns. Bare tree branches curved over the drive,
and they probably went another quarter mile before pulling within sight of the
club.
It was all she had imagined and more.
Lights blazed from every window of the four-story mansion,
illuminating the pale stone exterior with their golden glow and revealing
columned porches, balconies, and vast windows.
He went around the main parking area with its covered
entrance, waving at the valet, before pulling up behind the mansion next to what
looked like a steel black door with security cameras pointed at it. Every
breath he took seemed to burn her skin, and when he turned off the car and
picked the cat mask up from the seat, she actually trembled.
She was glad she didn’t have to face a crowd. Yesterday
she’d been too excited to really think about who she was and who they were.
Stroking her fingers over the mask, she reminded herself that no matter how
rich and famous someone was, she was on the arm of one of the most eligible
bachelors in the world. A man who had promised to make her orgasm with just a
kiss.
The man sitting next to her, making her body buzz with an
erotic charge caused by his look.
The dome light of the car dimmed to a low golden glow, which
seemed bright. Her breath caught in her throat as their gazes met, and she was
captured by him as surely as a snake by its charmer. A faint hint of stubble
darkened his chin, and her fingers itched to touch him, to brush her thumbs
over the harsh angles of his jaw, to press her lips to his, and surrender to
his every demand.
Earlier today when she’d been talking to Laurel about BDSM,
she’d been imagining what Isaac would do to her tonight. It had left her in an
almost constant state of arousal. Now the simmering craving for his touch roared
back to life, blanketing her mind with feelings and chasing away her thoughts.
With one look from him, he’d managed to reduce her to a throbbing puddle of
hormones.
The first brush of his fingertips smoothing the hair away
from her face had her closing her eyes and leaning into his stroke. Her whole
body strained toward him, needing him, wanting to be his. She yearned for the
bond that Laurel had described, the complete trust between a Master and his
submissive. The
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