Red Hots by Yvette Hines

at herself, a sure sign she was only a few thoughts
and actions away from the Looney Bin.
    She
did not know how to categorize her association with Masaun. She had to be
honest with herself and recognize that she was very interested in discovering
what he was proposing between them.
    Sex . Her body screamed.
    It
seemed that since she had pried open the lid to her own sexual Pandora’s Box,
she was unable to seal it again. Every available moment her mind, and life, was
not consumed by her current case, it was wandering off to the secret area she
had relegated thoughts of Masaun Hawkes to.
    During
the exhaustive two-week jury selection process, she had not had the energy to
fight her fantasies about him at night. The second morning after meeting him,
she had refused to give in to her urge to masturbate and all day long she had
been edgy and cantankerous.
    Her
co-counsel, Simeon Duff, an ex-boyfriend, had mentioned she seemed off her game
and tense.
    Every
day since, she had ‘taken the edge off’ in the morning before rising from bed.
Since she woke fully aroused by the erotic dreams of Masaun, it took her only a
few moments before she was quivering between the sheets.
    Even
having orgasmed twice that morning, just the sound of his voice had her sex
pulsing and her knees feeling unsteady. There was no need for her to slip a
hand into her slacks to discover if she was aroused, because the wetness from
her sex had completely saturated her pants at his “hello.”
    No
man should have such an intensely erotic husky voice—low and controlled.
    Exhaling
loud and slow, she opened her hands and eyes. Glancing down at her palms, she
could see the evidence of the stress in the bruising in her palms. Since
college, she had soaked her hands at night in Epsom Salt before bed to remove
the soreness and speed up the healing process if there were any wounds. During
exam time in college and her first year practicing law had been the worst times
for her.
    It
was not that she did not know her job. She ate and breathed the law, but she
had to get things right the first time and execute her job to the best of her
ability, every time.
    “Kin,
the team is gathered in the conference room. Whenever you’re ready.” Chris
Ricks was her researcher. He had assisted her on the second case she had tried
as one of the Assistant Commonwealth Attorneys and had located a past legal
precedent that had been integral in her winning the case that everyone had
assumed would easily end in a win for the defense due to all the screw-ups that
had happened in the police investigation strategies. One overzealous cop could
easily tear a case wide open, but Chris had come through like a good luck
charm.
    “I’ll
be right there. Let me get my notes.” She lifted her chin up a notch and
smiled. This was what she did, found center.
    She
still had twelve hours before she needed to deal with Masaun and once she heard
him out and turned him down that way of distraction would be over and closed
down. For good.
    ~YH~
    The
Dollhouse was a beehive of activities on Friday nights. Most nights there were
people in the two-story brick warehouse located in a more secluded part of the
oceanfront. It wasn’t hidden, but from the outside it appeared to be nothing
important, possibly an industrial building of some sort. However, within its
walls it was electric—from the music playing overhead, the discussions, the
cracking of whips, to the smacking sound of flesh being struck by some object.
This was Masaun’s second home.
    Even
if at times he felt more like a ghost between the walls than like he was
actually present, in his soul anyway. To be a trainer required him to be
attuned both physically and mentally. If there was a day where he could not
separate his mind from the stress, as it had been when he first became a part
of the lifestyle, then he would come to The Dollhouse and train. There was too
much of a risk to injure someone by not being observant enough if a Dom