Okay, a minute longer and she would’ve lost all control. The Dragon Man totally unhinged her confidence. Would he want to be with her when he finished whatever he had to do? Or, was she pretty much on her own? Dayum! She wanted him, and how strange was that? Sure, it was a losing proposition to think she wouldn’t see him later, but she could hope. When he put his hand on her back and led her to the couch, she nearly came unglued and collapsed on the floor. How she made it the fifteen or so feet before doing so amazed her.
Something about the man’s voice, the way he carried himself, and the gentleness he used to touch her pulled her up into his sphere like a physical force she couldn’t fight. A blend of indescribable magnetism she’d not felt before. He had an edgy darkness and demand and total male confidence and dominance.
Holy crap. He looked the same way with his black leather pants and motorcycle boots. A matching leather vest only just covered his bare chest. His sandy blond hair was slicked back from his face, and a tie of some kind held everything in place. The stubble on his jaw gave him a fierce look which only accentuated the ice blue stare he gave her at the moment. What fascinated her more was the tattoo snaking up his arm and disappearing under the vest.
Despite her fears of being at this club, her pulse jumped in anticipation of spending time with the Dragon Man. Watching his backside as he walked away, she couldn’t help but admire his exquisite physique. Those pants accentuated his thighs to perfection. Double dayum!
When he suggested they talk about BDSM, there was no alternative but to get defiant or bitchy as Bailey would term the behavior. True, this was the first and probably last opportunity she’d have to learn first-hand instead of reading the fictional books sitting on her tablet or packed in a box. Everything she’d seen so far at Tabu came straight out of her fantasies, including the Dragon Man. She was tired of living in her head, but he was too real, too scary, and too damn sexy. Was she crazy not to take advantage of it? When would a man like him ever drop into her lap again?
Questions? She had a million of them, but to ask him? No way on God’s green earth could she talk to him about such intimate things. Dayum again! She was still a virgin, and though she understood the mechanics of sex, she knew the first time would be weird. Like where to put her hands or how far should she spread her legs, or would it hurt? Do it on a bed and in the dark? She knew the answer to that one. He’d want to have every light off because she wasn’t exactly the most beautiful woman. A man like Brock Dragon could have his pick of gorgeous women. She glanced at the woman blindfolded and hog-tied only ten feet away.
She’s even pretty with a beautiful full figure shape. Wish I could look that good.
Karlie didn’t fit in. No way, no how, no matter how hard she tried and no amount of makeup would put her in the league with her cousin or any of the women at Tabu. Sure they were all shapes and sizes, but they seemed happy that way. Karlie still had some mental work to do on her weight issues. True, she’d lost a good amount of pounds eating right and exercising, but she wasn’t in model shape. She still had more to lose.
Then there was the underlying issue of what happened at Tabu and acceptance of the fact she really was interested even though she tried to hide the fact from the Dragon Man. Bondage? Spanking? Punishment? Self-conscious, sitting alone, and in the dark shadows of the room, she squirmed. Only minutes before she sought the sanctuary of the dark space, but she now felt lonely and scared. What the heck was she thinking letting the Dragon Man talk her into coming? She should’ve called a cab at Bailey’s.
Screw it! Karlie rose from the couch and went in search of Bailey. She had to get out of there before she gave into her curiosity and desires. Sitting and talking with her cousin until she could hitch a ride back to her parents’ house might keep her mind off the tempting pressures surrounding her. Certainly Jared wouldn’t fuss if she asked him to make a slight detour.
“Hey, Bail. I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”
“Cuz! No, come sit with me. Jared went to check on something with one of the other Doms.”
Karlie sat at the opposite end of the couch. Her cousin was propped up on several pillows and her legs stretched over the length of the couch, not leaving much room for anyone else and barely for Karlie. She tucked in tight against the armrest.
“Did you get in trouble with your husband?”
“No, not really. His bark is a lot louder than his bite ever could be. Well, sort of.” Bailey rubbed her belly. “He’d never hurt me or the baby, so don’t look at me like that.”
“I’m not looking any way. He seemed upset with you. That’s all.”
“You don’t understand our dynamic or any kind of relationship, do you?”
“I guess not. I’ve read stuff, but no, I don’t. I mean chains and whips and-and I saw that very pretty blonde from the barbeque being led around like-like a dog on a leash. I-I’m just not sure about this.”
She laughed. “Cuz, they’re Master and slave. Sir and I aren’t into that particular kind of relationship, but it seems to work for Khari.”
“Master and-and sl-lave?” Intellectually shocked, she couldn’t imagine anyone in today’s times would agree to have that kind of arrangement.
He raised his eyebrows. She answers questions with questions? She’s a very challenging woman. He could see it in her eyes, and those wheels were constantly turning in her head. “Miss Larson, I told you before, you aren’t crazy. Now, let’s stop talking and get started on your lesson. There’s nothing for you to fear.”
She smiled. “Yes, Sir.”
“Oh, Doc.” He cupped her warm cheek in his hand. “You’re so adorable.” He didn’t want to stop touching her. In fact, he wanted to kiss those delectable lips, to taste her, and feel her, but that wasn’t part of the plan. He pulled his hand away and only kissed her cheek. He stood and took a step back. “Stand please.”
As she followed his direction, he searched through his toy bag. He glanced over his shoulder to check her. Her eyes were closed, but a tiny smile was on her face which made him express one as well. She was so brave which endeared her more. It was way too soon for him to have such feelings for a woman he met only a few hours before. He completely understood her fears because he had them too. Imagine, he thought he might be crazy to have this strong an attraction to a woman. Once he found what he needed next, he approached her.
“Before we proceed, Miss Larson, I need you to remove your bra for me.”
Her eyes popped open. “What?”
Her eyes tracked up to his and the look in them indicated she recognized the little wicked sadist standing before her. Yeah, he had an evil streak sometimes when he played. He hadn’t planned on stripping her naked, not for her first time, but he couldn’t help himself when he saw the nipple clamps in his bag. Yeah, he was evil, but he had a hunch she’d take them without too much resistance. For research, of course. He could hear her voice in his head saying those words.
He watched with pleasure as she removed the lacy bra, keeping her gaze frozen with his. She dropped the bra to the floor. She trembled, but not as much as a few minutes before. It took all his strength not to let out a resounding gasp in recognition of the beautiful sight before him. God, she was more delightful than he expected. Her breasts were pert, full, and her nipples were already hardening into tight peaks.
Maintaining eye contact, he stepped forward. With one hand, he ran his knuckles along her cheek, leaned in, and brushed his mouth against her lips. While keeping her distracted, he reached with his free hand to her breast. He pinched and kneaded the nipple between his thumb and finger. After a minute he managed to affix the tweezer clamp onto her taut nipple.
She moaned into his mouth.
Brock growled into hers before he backed off.
“Ow.” Her remark came after she glanced down and saw his handiwork dangling so pretty from her pinched nipple.
She stared up at him and gasped. Her focus stayed on his hand as he twirled the second clamp. She bit her bottom lip as he clutched her other breast, repeating the process. She unsuccessfully tried to shy away from his touch, but he was too quick and adept at attaching the little torture devices.
“Breathe through the pain, Doc. You told me you have a high tolerance. You can do this. It only lasts a little while before giving way to a more manageable level.”
Karlie lifted her chin. The expression on her face was disbelief at what he said. He planned to fix her doubt and stepped back toward his bag. He found what he wanted and brought the duffel back to where she stood, placing it on the floor. He withdrew a few clothespins at a time.
Her eyes widened. “What are those for?”
Although her breathing calmed, a quizzical look painted her face. The new devices obviously helped the distraction from the clamps. The first wooden clothespin he placed just to the side of her left nipple toward her side. She moaned as he clamped three more in a horizontal line. He repeated the process on the other breast.
By the time he finished, her even breathing had transitioned to panting. She was delightful. Much to his surprise, he was getting into the scene more than he expected. Pleasure from her pain snuck up behind him and grabbed him hard by the balls. He wanted to take her deeper into play.
She gasped and went to reach for her breasts. His reaction was quicker. “Naughty, naughty, Miss Larson. They stay where I put them.” He held her wrists in his strong grip.
“You’re an evil man,” she hissed the words out.
“Yes, I am.” He emphasized his statement with a wicked grin. “I can’t have you ruining my work, Miss Larson. If you wish to end our lesson, you can use your safeword.”
She bit her bottom lip for the umpteenth time, and he guessed was part of her thought process. Tears formed in her eyes, a clear indication the pain was getting to her. Could he push her to let go, let the pleasure wash over her, and let the pain fade.
He looked into her face, their gaze transfixed on each other. A realization hit him. He needed this in a way he’d suppressed for too long. The little spitfire was sparking something tangible inside him. A switch flipped inside making him want more. He was aroused, but in a more visceral way. He loved the power exchange with subs and the pleasure they gave him, but he rarely had sex with anyone the first time they played. An overwhelming desire to take Karlie right now was almost too much to control. His body heated in anticipation of sinking his cock deep inside her cunt, making her come so hard, she’d scream his name.
Gray Dixon can be found on:
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Secret Cravings Publishing Titles by Gray Dixon
The MASTERS OF TABU Series
Master Knight, Book 1 ~ http://www.amazon.com/Master-Knight-Gray-Dixon-ebook/dp/B00BHO2GZU/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1403197734&sr=8-2&keywords=Gray+Dixon
Master Prince, Book 2 ~ http://www.amazon.com/Master-Prince-Masters-Tabu-2-ebook/dp/B00CL0QFTW/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1403197734&sr=8-1&keywords=Gray+Dixon
Master King, Book 3 ~ http://www.amazon.com/Master-King-Masters-Tabu-3-ebook/dp/B00ECFFQG2/ref=sr_1_5?ie=UTF8&qid=1403197734&sr=8-5&keywords=Gray+Dixon
Master Marshal, Book 4 ~ http://www.amazon.com/Master-Marshal-Masters-Tabu-4-ebook/dp/B00GWTVKU2/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&qid=1403197734&sr=8-4&keywords=Gray+Dixon
Upcoming Books in the Series:
Master Squire, Book 6 ~ Release 2014
Master Tempest, Book 7 ~ Release 2014
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Cristale’s Awakening ~ http://www.amazon.com/Cristales-Awakening-Gray-Dixon-ebook/dp/B00C51BLOQ/ref=sr_1_7?ie=UTF8&qid=1403197734&sr=8-7&keywords=Gray+Dixon