Summary
There’s a new game at LA’s most exclusive BDSM club, and everyone has to play. Cleo knew the overseers of Las Palmas, L.A.’s most exclusive BDSM club, would use their new checklist game to pair her with one of the more serious Doms. She never dreamed she’d end up with the Dom who has the power to destroy her soul—her first Master, and ex-husband, Hadrian. Hadrian hasn’t been to the club in years. After the fiery dissolution of his marriage, he threw himself into work, doing his best to forget his beloved submissive, who also happens to be his ex-wife. When Cleo and Hadrian are forced together once again, they’ll have to decide if they’ll play the game and explore the letter D…or if it would be easier to walk away from BDSM altogether.
Chapter1
Jensen grinned at her.
“Master!” Anna gasped.
Master Jensen prowled forward, planting his hands on either side of her and leaning his face towards hers.
“Who did you think it was?”
“You’re wearing a suit.” He never wore suits.
He wrapped a fist in her hair and growled. “Do you want to rephrase that?”
Anna licked her lips. “I mean, I was surprised that you were wearing a suit, Master.”
“I wanted to surprise you. Did you really think I’d let anyone but me touch you?”
Anna’s lips twitched. “I knew you’d be upset, Master.”
“And did you want another man doing this?” He reached between her legs and tugged on the lips of her sex.
“I’m happy to serve any Dom.” Anna blinked innocently.
“How noble and obedient,” Master Jensen growled.
“The greatest pleasure is to serve.”
“And it doesn’t matter who you serve?”
“Of course not, Master. I serve all equally.” It was the right thing to say, but the words felt off.
Master Jensen’s lips twitched. “Liar.” He slid two fingers deep into her pussy. “You know no one will ever fuck you the way I do.”
It was true, she was a liar. While the possibility of the unknown had aroused her in a way she wasn’t used to, seeing Master Jensen had taken it to a whole new level—he knew her, body and mind, in a way no one else on earth did. Another Dom offered the possibility of pleasure. Master Jensen guaranteed it.
He didn’t look like himself—he was a worn-jeans and bare-skin man. The suit and clean shave, as well as the cologne that masked his natural scent, had been an effective disguise. His dirty blond hair was parted and combed, something she’d never seen before. Now that she knew it was him, she realized the cut of the suit made his broad shoulders look narrower.
“The overseers knew I wouldn’t be happy if anyone but me was partnered with you.”
“That’s very possessive, Master.”
He continued to lazily fuck her with two fingers as they talked. “You’re going to be mine, permanently.”
“I look forward to that.”
“So do I.” He kissed her hard and deep, invading her mouth with his tongue even as he pressed a third finger into her pussy.
They were both panting when he pulled back. Slipping his fingers from her sex, he lifted them to her lips. Anna licked her juices from his hand.
“Do you like your scarlet letter?” He tweaked her right nipple.
“Very literary, Master.”
“You never told me what you think is on our list, besides anal.”
“That’s the only one I can think of.”
“Do you want to know?”
“Are you going to tell me, Master?”
“Damn right I am. I can’t wait to see your face.”
He crouched next to the velvet bag, reached in, and pulled out a folded sheet of paper. As he leaned forward, the shirt stretched across his shoulders. The material was thin and she thought she could almost make out the patches of scar tissue on his back. He’d never said it, but Anna was sure that one of the reasons he went shirtless so much was that he was daring someone to say something about his injuries.
“Can you guess the first one?” He waved the paper back and forth.
“Anal?”
“No.”
“Anal…something?”
“You seem anxious to have me play with your tight little ass. It’ll happen. But not yet.”
He reached back into the bag and pulled out a hair brush. It was wide, with a wooden back and board bristles. Anna bit her lip. She couldn’t wait to feel the back of that brush smacking her ass.
“Does this give you a hint?” He asked.
“Spanking.”
“That doesn’t start with ‘A.’” Master Jensen pressed a button on the electronic base beside her and the cross started to rotate. Anna’s head went down as her feet came up. He switched off the spotlight that was directly overhead and activated two others that were offset to the sides, allowing her to look up at the field of indoor stars above her. He reached under her and pulled the neck piece into position, giving her something to rest her head against.
He laid the brush, bristle side down, on her stomach between the straps and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. “This list means I’m going to push us, both of us. They weren’t wrong when they said we were complacent. I never want you to be bored.”
“I never will be, Master.”
One corner of his mouth kicked up in a grin. “Then we’d better get started. After we’ve played their game, I think we might have to do our own version and go through the complete alphabet.”
He unfolded the sheet of paper. “Here’s the list: abrasion, age play, anal sex, anal plugs small, anal plugs large, anal plugs in public under clothes, animal roles, arm binders, aromas, asphyxiation and auctioned for charity.”
His words hung in the room, exciting and terrifying.
“Of those, you didn’t check animal roles and anal plug under clothes. I don’t like age play or auctioned for charity. That leaves six things, most of which involve your tight ass.”
“Asphyxiation?” she asked. That one scared her. Technically any kind of breath play was illegal in California. She couldn’t believe that she’d opted for that one.
Jensen held up her list so she could see where she’d initial the box “willing to try” next to that item.
“Don’t you trust me, Anna?”
“Of course, Master.”
“Then trust me.”