“Wife whispering?Now that’s an interesting concept.”He watched her with a smile.“And yet here you sit, wondering about his scene with barely concealed jealousy while plotting ways to sabotage his search....am I right?”His words were soft but hit their mark when she flinched.“Perhaps what you need is a Dom who appreciates both your body and your intelligence.”
She stiffened.“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“No?”He reached out, running a finger along her jaw.“Then why do your eyes keep drifting to that dungeon door?Why does your breath catch every time someone mentions his name?”He leaned in close enough that his breath stirred her hair.“And I’m guessing you’re trying hard to ensure every potential wife falls short?”
“You seem awfully interested in Master R’s wife hunt,” she countered, turning those sharp eyes on him.
DD smiled, smoothly shifting gears.“Actually, little dove, I’m far more interested in the delicious sub who’s orchestrating it all.”His hand dropped to her thigh, asserting just enough pressure to emphasize his dominance without crossing lines.“Now, I’m fine with no sex...but how do you feel about oral sex in that scene you promised?”
Xia
The Pearl ParadiseDungeon...
Following Master DD into the dungeon felt like betrayal...except it wasn’t.There was no commitment between her and Rex, even though she was adamant he was going to be her husband.
But why should he have all the fun?If he can scene, then so can I.As long as Master DD sticks to my rule of no sex.That’s where I draw the line...for now, at least.
If her resolution to make Rex realize she was the wife for him didn’t work out, at least she would have made a connection with a seriously attractive and clearly powerful Dom.
Well, perhaps two...since Master Coop’s interest was also a consideration.
“Do you use the club safeword, or do you have a particular one?”
The question jarred her back to the present.She immediately stiffened.Although she was in the mood for a scene, she didn’t feel like agreeing to one that involved pain.Tonight, she just wanted to relax and be cherished.
“Red is fine.”Searching his eyes, she continued, “We haven’t discussed the scene, Master DD.”
“Indeed, we haven’t.”
The devilish smile he offered took her breath away.Here she thought she was so head over heels for Rex that she wouldn’t notice another man, and all she could do was stare...and curse herself for the restriction she had placed on their scene.
“I sense that you might be in need of something...”His eyes trailed over her chest.Not surprisingly, her nipples reacted immediately.The tug at the edges of his lips proved he was all too aware of the buds tightening.“Different,” he continued.“How about a tantric massage?”
“A-A tantric massage?”Xia’s breath hitched.As powerful as this Dom was, all he wanted was to take her to another planet through touch?
“I told you what I’m after, Angel.A connection...and the ultimate goal with a tantric massage is to achieve a higher, more expansive sense of pleasure, connection, and awareness of each other.”
“Then why would I need my safeword?”
“It’s been whispered at clubs that my touch makes subs forget they even had one.”
“Are you saying you might instigate sex, and I wouldn’t stop you?”
“Oh, no, sweetling.I would never betray the trust you placed in me by agreeing to scene...but I can promise you, the oral sex will make you beg for it.”
“I don’t...no, I—”
“No need to panic, Angel.I said I accept no sex, and even should you beg, I wouldn’t step over that line.”He flashed a skewed smile.“Not if I want to form a connection for future association with you.”
“Association?”
“Let’s not ponder the maybes now, little pet.It’s time...I’d like you naked, on the punishment bed, please, face down to start.”
The punishment bed was positioned perfectly to give her a view of Rex and the pearl-wearing sub.She should have felt guilty as she slipped off her clothes but watching him spank the blonde in what could only be an erotic scene that he seemed to enjoy, strengthened her resolve.Two could play in this game.
Master DD’s first touch was feather light against her ankle, yet it sent electricity shooting up her leg.His fingers traced lazy patterns, moving with deliberate slowness up her calf, alternating between barely there caresses and firmness.He instinctively knew how much pressure to apply to turn her muscles into liquid.
“Breathe, little dove,” he murmured.“Let each breath draw the energy up your body.”
