Bedded by Strangers: Fantasies Unleashed 2 by Mara Leigh

take her pleasure and still please a man.
    Her insides clenched; she was already wet. The prospect of sex with this stranger was an incredible turn-on. Way better than she’d expected.
    “Do you mind if I get comfortable?” he asked.
    Her gaze snapped from his body to his face. “Yes. No. Sure. Fine.” Heat surged in her cheeks. What was wrong with her? She sounded like a timid kid.
    “Do you have any questions?” He hung his jacket in the sleek armoire.
    She crossed her arms to hold herself together. “Was my script specific enough?”
    “Oh, you were very specific.”
    “And I presume you studied the storyboard I prepared?”
    “I did.” He looked back over his shoulder, his expression amused.
    What was so funny? “What’s the best way for me to feed you cues or directions?”
    “Deana”—he took three long strides toward her—“I’ll be giving the directions.”
    “Yes, of course.” He was already in character. Good.
    While the fantasy unfolded, Jake would be playing a role she’d created, following a script she’d developed, and yes, his character would be “in control”. Being submissive in sex—in anything—was so not her, but she’d try almost anything—once.
    That Adam and Gwen thought she couldn’t pull this off was beyond insulting.
    “Are you clear on your safe words?” Jake asked. “Both hard and soft?”
    “I vote for hard, not soft.” She winked.
    A smile twitched at the corners of his lips. “I need to know that we’re clear,” he said. “Use your soft word, and I’ll lower the intensity. The hard word is only if you want this to stop.”
    “I understand,” she said. “Pudding is my soft word and banana is hard, right?”
    He nodded, and again, she swore he was fighting a grin. She and her friends had chosen the words as a joke when they’d filled out the agency’s questionnaire. The three of them had nearly lost it over that part of the form.
    She leaned against the back of a white sofa. “Great. If you go off-script, or I want to switch things up, I’ll toss out a ‘banana’ to put things on pause. I assume you have some improv training?” His profile stated he had experience as an actor. Probably porn. Did men this hot do porn?
    “Deana.” He stepped even closer. “That’s not what your safe word is for. Either of them. I can’t fulfill your fantasy if I follow your script. You can’t lose control if you’re in control.”
    She pushed off the edge of the sofa. “Look, Jake. I’m the client, remember?” She’d carefully mapped out this fantasy, and now that she’d seen Jake, she was growing anxious for it to begin. “It’s my fantasy. You need to do what I want.”
    “I know what you want.” He took another step forward, his massive frame invading her space. “What you really want.”
    Trapped against the sofa by his powerful presence, his heat, his spicy scent, she felt desire race through her body, joined by something else. Something akin to fear.
    This isn’t rea l, she reminded herself. But under his burning gaze, the idea of not knowing what to expect—of him doing what he wanted, when he wanted—smashed through her psyche, threatening to break her down.
    Calm, her most loyal and steadfast soldier, deserted. Court martial to follow.
    “Deana.” His tone softened. “It’s not too late to change your mind. If you don’t want to do this... ” He softly laid a hand on her shoulder. “You need to say the line again, before I formally respond and begin.”
    His sudden tenderness, his ability to recognize her apprehension, whipped her emotions into a confused frenzy. Today was supposed to be a game, impersonal. Using kindness against her wasn’t fair, and she hated that he’d seen her momentary weakness.
    She glared at his hand on her shoulder. He removed it, and her skin went cold with the absence. But there was no chance she’d let him do a single thing that she didn’t want. “Listen, Jake. Either I have a safe word, or I