Scrupulous (An Affliction of Falling Novel Book 1) by Kristina Canady

pleasant surprise. The hard-edged figure bends his lips to my ear from behind.
    “Come with me.” It is not a courteous question or invitation. It is a demand─ an order─ one my body complies with despite my rational mind screaming at the top of its lungs.
    He quickly leads me through a door off to the side, which makes me think this area is situated over what would be the dungeon. No one questions him and every staff member or dungeon monitor we pass doesn’t bat an eye. This tells me he is a regular here. Another warning sounds out in my head, my rational mind attempting to protect me and my carefully constructed life from my lustful self. Why do I have to be such a horny bitch? It must be genetic or something.
    As we hastily continue down a corridor lined with doors, driven by pounding need, it dawns on me where we are headed─ a private suite. Samuel has told me of these. He said he never personally rented one and chose the group facilities downstairs to play and recover his lovers. Abruptly, Gavin pulls out a key and opens one of the doors.
    “In, now.” His voice growls with a commanding force as well as drips with sin. But my heels remain planted.
    As I look into the fancy little corridor, his heated hand waits patiently on the curve just above my ass. There is a door to the left and one to the right. Both are open, one leads into a dark viewing room and another to a playroom.
    “No─” He cuts me off by quickly turning my body into his and searing me with a kiss that put an end to any contest. My hands find their way up and into his wavy, light brown hair that perfectly matches his eyes and pull him closer. Inhibitions scatter as I let my sexual nature out of the cage of control that I keep her carefully locked away in. He backs me into the corridor with his looming heft and closes the outer door without breaking our kiss. Thick fingers rake up my ass, back, and settle into my hair before pulling my head gently backwards, away from his lips.
    “I didn’t give you permission to touch me. Your lack of manners will be forgiven for now, but you will soon learn a sub’s proper mannerisms,” he informs me, bringing his skilled tongue down to my neck before I can tell him to fuck off. A shutter rips through my body. Interchanging light kisses with tortuous drags of his tongue down the column of my neck, he ends at my breasts and sinks his devious tongue down between the fabric of the corset and my skin, teasing my excited nipples resting just below the top seam.
    A groan of pleasure escapes my throat as his hands make quick work of the grommets barely containing my curves within the brocaded, steel-boned device.  Cool air breezes across my heightened skin as he flings my top across the room and continues to drive me with hungry hands deeper into the belly of the playroom. Despite the speed at which we are traveling, I couldn’t give a damn beyond my throbbing clit, which aches for attention. This, this magnetic pull of raw chemistry on a primal level, is everything. I want to get lost in it.
    A soft surface brushes against the back of my legs and in the ambient light, I can see that it is a bed. I nervously look over to where the viewing window would be based on the layout and breathe a sigh of relief to see that there is a curtain drawn over it. Gavin’s large hands grip my bottom tightly as his wicked lips find mine. His nimble fingers move to release the fasten on my skirt, dropping it to my feet in an instant.
    Jesus, how many hours has this one spent plotting the removal and demise of female apparel?
    Wrapping his thick arms around my waist, he pulls me close and off my feet as he kicks my skirt over and leans me back on to the bed. Allowing my knees to fold over together and hide his view, I prop up on my elbows to observe the specimen before me. Lord have mercy on my very soul, he is beautiful. As he undresses for me, I watch with breathless pleasure as he slowly unbuttons his flowing dress