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Redeemed by Megan Slayer
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Shara Azod Publishing
Contemporary, BDSM, M/F, M/M/F, Menage, Anal sex, Toys
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Find your wildest fantasies at the Q...
Master G knows his subs and his limits. His heart is never involved, but he’s always careful. Except when Mistress Dee is involved—then all bets are off.
Mistress Dee lives to fulfill the needs of her subs, including one desiring a hot ménage with her and another man. She knows just who to ask. But can the Master she wants also be the man she needs?
Not Quite a Kiss, but it's White Hot!
Time for redemption. Master G folded his arms and watched the play in the various playrooms from his vantage point in the control room. His former submissive, Nadia, looked so happy with Master S. He grinned. She deserved the best.
What about him? He rubbed the patch of hairs on his chin and assessed another monitor screen. He missed her, but she wanted things he couldn’t give. The various scenes playing out on the wall of screens flashed in front of him. Spanking, caning, rope play...any fetish a person could think up took place in The Q. He snorted. All the sex on the screens and none of it aroused him. Because he wasn’t participating? No, he liked to play the voyeur from time to time and he certainly wasn’t looking for love. Love never fit into his lifestyle. Maybe his issue was because he hadn’t played with his submissive in a while. Nah, she’d found a Dom more suited to her tastes.
Then what the hell was his problem? He sank down on the nearest office chair and crossed his ankles. Sooner or later, he’d sort himself out. He glanced at the array of screens. The one woman he wanted to play with wasn’t in any of the rooms. The paddle-wielding vixen featured prominently in all of his dirty fantasies. But being a fellow Dominant, she was off-limits.
Unless he wanted to submit—to her.
The door closed behind him and he glanced over his shoulder. “Mistress Dee.” Speak of the devil.
“Good evening, Master G.” She wrapped her arms around him from behind. The sweet scent of her perfume enfolded him and her curled hair tickled the back of his neck. “I have a challenge for you.”
She’d piqued his interest on many, many occasions and now stood behind him, needing him. Hot damn. “Oh?” He stroked her hand. He loved the feel of her soft skin and marveled at the deep mocha color. She embodied exotic sexuality and he yearned to play with her. She’d be the only one he’d submit to. Part of him wanted to stand strong and demand she give in to him. The rest of him wanted to crawl across her lap for a night of white-hot fun.
“I have a client who wants to take part in a ménage.” She let go of him, then perched on the edge of the console in front of him. “His name is James and he’s very receptive to me, but he wants more than just me.” Each breath accentuated the pull of the leather across her full breasts. Glitter shone on her upper chest and the tiny daisy dangled from the piercing in her navel. He longed to run his tongue over every inch of her body.
“I see.” Master G folded his arms. His heart leapt. In his fifteen years as a Dom at The Q, he rarely gave in to being a sub. He also hardly ever worked with another Dom on the same sub. The need for Mistress Dee continued to battle his inner need to dominate.
“This isn’t the first time he’s asked me.” She crossed her long legs and the patent leather on her boots shimmered in the light. “I’ve told him no before because I couldn’t find the right person to serve as that third. I’m very particular.” She flipped a lock of her ebony hair over her shoulder. “Now I know who I want. You.”
His heart lodged in his throat. There wasn’t a guarantee of something long-term—not that he wanted long-term—but she’d noticed him as more than just another guy at the club. He dipped his head once. “Tell me your conditions.”
“You’ll do what I ask and submit to me.” She stood, meeting him eye to eye. He studied the deep brown of her eyes. A man could lose himself in those eyes. She pursed her crimson lips. “Think you can do that? No topping from the bottom.” She brushed her ample breasts over his chest enough to make his skin burn. He groaned when she flattened her hands on his pecs. “I’ll never humiliate you, but I expect complete submission.”
He hadn’t bottomed in a long time, but hell, the way she touched him, he wanted to crawl on the floor behind her. “Can’t do it forever,” he replied, “but I can do what you ask.”
“That’s what I need.” Mistress Dee gripped the leather criss-crossing his chest. Her nails scraped his sensitive skin. “You on your knees doing what I ask.”
“Then I will.” He sucked in a long breath, then dipped his head and exhaled. Dear God, he couldn’t wait for the encounter. “When, Mistress?”