toward Angela so he would follow. Raul and I were a
team and he knew Angela required watching after a scene. I shut the
door when the two walked away.
My eyes traveled slowly up the
large yummy male body standing in front of me. He was wearing black
loafers, black pants, and a long sleeved white dress shirt
unbuttoned halfway down his remarkable chest. Clearly defined
muscles bulged beneath his shirt which made the entire package
sexier. They weren’t the over the top muscles of a competing body
builder but with a little oil he would make a statement. His skin
was darker than a sun tan would provide and I guessed he had Native
American, Hispanic, or another darker skinned race somewhere in his
bloodline. He was gorgeous. I’d heard the rumors through the BDSM
grapevine but seeing him in person was different. For the first
time in years my pussy creamed at the sight of a man.
I was male exclusive when I fucked
but it took a lot of work to take me over the edge. I had a feeling
this man could do it without touching me. He was trouble and it
didn’t help that he knew how insanely sexy he was. I’m sure he just
blinked those luscious dark eyes and most women drooled as an
orgasm rocked their world. I hoped the saliva in my mouth stayed
where it was and I could get through this without making a complete
fool of myself.
When my eyes finally stopped on
his heated gaze, he quirked his mouth slightly and I noticed the
dimples that only made him more arresting. I bet he hated those
dimples. I managed to control my breathing. I wasn’t the best
dominatrix in the state for nothing. My cool gaze met his; one
master to another.
“Mr. Collins, you’ve taken me by
surprise. I thought I was clear in my refusal of your
offer.”
“I was told you only fucked men.”
His chocolate eyes pierced mine as he held back a grin but
purposely let his dimples flash in a well-practiced expression that
had to drive women mad with lust.
My shoulders stiffened. “I don't
discuss my sexual preferences with strangers.”
This time he smiled full out and
my knees melted. Years of hiding my own inadequacies kept me
standing in the face of Michelangelo’s David. I was really in
trouble.
“I don't particularly care about
your sexual preferences but I paid a lot of money to find out what
makes you tick and I wasn’t expecting surprises. I can't say I'm
thrilled to fly halfway across the country to handle what should
have been a cut and dry deal you couldn’t refuse. I’m not fond of
the word ‘no’ so here I am at this less than stellar establishment.
Seeing it in person is far worse than the pictures my team
provided. I’m at a complete loss about your reasons for refusing to
work for me.”
This was his Dom voice and it was
enough to snap me out of my love sick fantasies of taking his hard
cock in my mouth and making him moan. Anger helped me gain control
of my erratic heartbeat. There was nothing I could do about the
fire from blazing in my eyes. My complexion turning from pale to
red was the bane of light skin, freckles, and red hair which hung
in a single roped braid down my back. I had a Dom voice
too.
“You've wasted your time for
nothing and there was no need for you to slum in my neck of the
woods. My answer was final, is final. No!”
“Your boss feels
differently.”
“My boss can't afford to lose me.”
Johnny Ford knew I was his bread and butter and I drew beginners
and BDSM legends to his slimy assed club.
At five foot six and 140 pounds, I
wasn't small and it took years to turn my extra pounds into muscle.
Those muscles could wield a whip to perfection. I had come to terms
with my large framed body. Damn, Damian Collins made me wish I was
5'2" and built like Angela. Argh, the man was a god or the devil as
his name suggested. He needed to leave.
“Your boss has been well
compensated for your time and he’s placed you at my disposal for
the next 30 days.”
No fucking way. Hot fury rushed up
inside me, steam should
team and he knew Angela required watching after a scene. I shut the
door when the two walked away.
My eyes traveled slowly up the
large yummy male body standing in front of me. He was wearing black
loafers, black pants, and a long sleeved white dress shirt
unbuttoned halfway down his remarkable chest. Clearly defined
muscles bulged beneath his shirt which made the entire package
sexier. They weren’t the over the top muscles of a competing body
builder but with a little oil he would make a statement. His skin
was darker than a sun tan would provide and I guessed he had Native
American, Hispanic, or another darker skinned race somewhere in his
bloodline. He was gorgeous. I’d heard the rumors through the BDSM
grapevine but seeing him in person was different. For the first
time in years my pussy creamed at the sight of a man.
I was male exclusive when I fucked
but it took a lot of work to take me over the edge. I had a feeling
this man could do it without touching me. He was trouble and it
didn’t help that he knew how insanely sexy he was. I’m sure he just
blinked those luscious dark eyes and most women drooled as an
orgasm rocked their world. I hoped the saliva in my mouth stayed
where it was and I could get through this without making a complete
fool of myself.
When my eyes finally stopped on
his heated gaze, he quirked his mouth slightly and I noticed the
dimples that only made him more arresting. I bet he hated those
dimples. I managed to control my breathing. I wasn’t the best
dominatrix in the state for nothing. My cool gaze met his; one
master to another.
“Mr. Collins, you’ve taken me by
surprise. I thought I was clear in my refusal of your
offer.”
“I was told you only fucked men.”
His chocolate eyes pierced mine as he held back a grin but
purposely let his dimples flash in a well-practiced expression that
had to drive women mad with lust.
My shoulders stiffened. “I don't
discuss my sexual preferences with strangers.”
This time he smiled full out and
my knees melted. Years of hiding my own inadequacies kept me
standing in the face of Michelangelo’s David. I was really in
trouble.
“I don't particularly care about
your sexual preferences but I paid a lot of money to find out what
makes you tick and I wasn’t expecting surprises. I can't say I'm
thrilled to fly halfway across the country to handle what should
have been a cut and dry deal you couldn’t refuse. I’m not fond of
the word ‘no’ so here I am at this less than stellar establishment.
Seeing it in person is far worse than the pictures my team
provided. I’m at a complete loss about your reasons for refusing to
work for me.”
This was his Dom voice and it was
enough to snap me out of my love sick fantasies of taking his hard
cock in my mouth and making him moan. Anger helped me gain control
of my erratic heartbeat. There was nothing I could do about the
fire from blazing in my eyes. My complexion turning from pale to
red was the bane of light skin, freckles, and red hair which hung
in a single roped braid down my back. I had a Dom voice
too.
“You've wasted your time for
nothing and there was no need for you to slum in my neck of the
woods. My answer was final, is final. No!”
“Your boss feels
differently.”
“My boss can't afford to lose me.”
Johnny Ford knew I was his bread and butter and I drew beginners
and BDSM legends to his slimy assed club.
At five foot six and 140 pounds, I
wasn't small and it took years to turn my extra pounds into muscle.
Those muscles could wield a whip to perfection. I had come to terms
with my large framed body. Damn, Damian Collins made me wish I was
5'2" and built like Angela. Argh, the man was a god or the devil as
his name suggested. He needed to leave.
“Your boss has been well
compensated for your time and he’s placed you at my disposal for
the next 30 days.”
No fucking way. Hot fury rushed up
inside me, steam should
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