my room is ready.” He touched her arm. “Let’s go.”
“Enjoy yourselves,” Liz called as Trish rose and followed Jake.
“Oh, we will.” Jake winked. “No doubt about it.”
Clint handed Jake a key card as they passed him. In seconds, they moved down the short hallway, and Jake opened a door. Trish stood obediently, eyes downcast, hands behind her back while he closed and locked the door and set his bag on a small table. She heard him moving around the room, the sound of his feet soft on the thick carpeting. Then he was back in front of her.
“I’d say we wasted an entire night because we weren’t honest with each other,” he told her. “But I know how difficult it is to bring this subject up to someone you’ve just met in a non-D/s environment.”
“Yes, Sir.” God, how good it was to address him by the honorific. She felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders.
“So I’m going to take that into consideration.” He stroked a fingertip down the length of one arm and across the upper swell of her breasts. “Do you believe in Fate?”
If she hadn’t before, she did now. “Yes, Sir. I do.”
“I’d say it’s Fate that brought us together. That brief contact in Oklahoma? I knew then there was something special in store for us. I just didn’t know what or when.” He walked slowly around her body, running the flat of his hand over the curve of her ass, sliding his fingers beneath the hem of her micro skirt and grunting in satisfaction when he came into contact with the bare skin of her buttocks.
“Permission to speak?”
“Yes. Absolutely. I want to make sure we get everything on the table.” He paused. “This time.”
Trish hid a smile. She wanted the same thing. “I felt the same way that day. I was sorry when I looked again and you were gone. And now here we are.”
“Yes.” He was in front of her again. “And here we are. So. First things first. Safe word.”
“Misty.”
“Misty? Is there a special meaning to it?”
“Yes, Sir. It’s the name of my horse.”
He actually chuckled a little. “Fine. Misty it is. Now. Something you should know. Two of the things I favor are Shibari and the violet wand, usually in conjunction with each other. I need to know now if you have a problem with either of those.”
She wanted to tell him she wouldn’t have a problem with anything he wanted to do, but she just shook her head. “No, Sir. No problem.”
“Excellent. So we’ll begin. Remove your clothing and place it on the chair over there. Then come to stand beneath the hook in the ceiling.”
Trish did as he asked, the soaked crotch of her thong rubbing against her slick thighs as she tugged it off. He’d take one look at that and know exactly how aroused she was. That was fine with her. Jake Keenan pushed her buttons when she’d thought he was pure vanilla. Now? She wanted him to know exactly how much he turned her on. They might only have two weeks together, but she planned to enjoy every minute of those fourteen days.
Chapter Four
Jake really wanted to drag tonight out as long as possible. The shock of discovering Trish Barton was into D/s still reverberated through him. Could he possibly get any luckier? He was torn between asking her what types of play turned her on the most and saying the hell with it and just pulling her into his own preferences. If only he’d known she was going to be here and had a chance to ask Clint about her. His palm itched to spank that gorgeous ass for not letting him know the night before, but then he hadn’t exactly been forthcoming, either.
He had brought only his favorite toys with him, expecting to find a familiar sub to spend time with. Rawhide, of course, had several he could use, but he always preferred his own. There were any number of other activities that would arouse both of them to incredible heights, but Jake was a fatalist. He always believed things happened the way they were supposed to so he would keep to
“Enjoy yourselves,” Liz called as Trish rose and followed Jake.
“Oh, we will.” Jake winked. “No doubt about it.”
Clint handed Jake a key card as they passed him. In seconds, they moved down the short hallway, and Jake opened a door. Trish stood obediently, eyes downcast, hands behind her back while he closed and locked the door and set his bag on a small table. She heard him moving around the room, the sound of his feet soft on the thick carpeting. Then he was back in front of her.
“I’d say we wasted an entire night because we weren’t honest with each other,” he told her. “But I know how difficult it is to bring this subject up to someone you’ve just met in a non-D/s environment.”
“Yes, Sir.” God, how good it was to address him by the honorific. She felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders.
“So I’m going to take that into consideration.” He stroked a fingertip down the length of one arm and across the upper swell of her breasts. “Do you believe in Fate?”
If she hadn’t before, she did now. “Yes, Sir. I do.”
“I’d say it’s Fate that brought us together. That brief contact in Oklahoma? I knew then there was something special in store for us. I just didn’t know what or when.” He walked slowly around her body, running the flat of his hand over the curve of her ass, sliding his fingers beneath the hem of her micro skirt and grunting in satisfaction when he came into contact with the bare skin of her buttocks.
“Permission to speak?”
“Yes. Absolutely. I want to make sure we get everything on the table.” He paused. “This time.”
Trish hid a smile. She wanted the same thing. “I felt the same way that day. I was sorry when I looked again and you were gone. And now here we are.”
“Yes.” He was in front of her again. “And here we are. So. First things first. Safe word.”
“Misty.”
“Misty? Is there a special meaning to it?”
“Yes, Sir. It’s the name of my horse.”
He actually chuckled a little. “Fine. Misty it is. Now. Something you should know. Two of the things I favor are Shibari and the violet wand, usually in conjunction with each other. I need to know now if you have a problem with either of those.”
She wanted to tell him she wouldn’t have a problem with anything he wanted to do, but she just shook her head. “No, Sir. No problem.”
“Excellent. So we’ll begin. Remove your clothing and place it on the chair over there. Then come to stand beneath the hook in the ceiling.”
Trish did as he asked, the soaked crotch of her thong rubbing against her slick thighs as she tugged it off. He’d take one look at that and know exactly how aroused she was. That was fine with her. Jake Keenan pushed her buttons when she’d thought he was pure vanilla. Now? She wanted him to know exactly how much he turned her on. They might only have two weeks together, but she planned to enjoy every minute of those fourteen days.
Chapter Four
Jake really wanted to drag tonight out as long as possible. The shock of discovering Trish Barton was into D/s still reverberated through him. Could he possibly get any luckier? He was torn between asking her what types of play turned her on the most and saying the hell with it and just pulling her into his own preferences. If only he’d known she was going to be here and had a chance to ask Clint about her. His palm itched to spank that gorgeous ass for not letting him know the night before, but then he hadn’t exactly been forthcoming, either.
He had brought only his favorite toys with him, expecting to find a familiar sub to spend time with. Rawhide, of course, had several he could use, but he always preferred his own. There were any number of other activities that would arouse both of them to incredible heights, but Jake was a fatalist. He always believed things happened the way they were supposed to so he would keep to
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