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  He had pitch-black hair, dark eyes, and a goatee that framed an entirely too sensual mouth. With his shirt off, she got to enjoy the impressive muscles of his chest and abdomen, as well as the fat outline of his cock against his leather pants. His features were aristocratic, with a strong jaw and solid cheekbones. He held two floggers, one white and one black, probably in complement to the women sixty-nining in front of him. The woman on the bottom had skin as pale as Kira’s, while the woman on top had lovely dark skin and long, beaded braids. Both were plump and beautiful, the kind of women Kira was attracted to.

  Four years earlier Kira had been in a terrible motorcycle accident after a stunt went wrong in a movie she was starring in. It had fractured her pelvis and screwed her up so any penetration during sex gave her cramps similar to the contractions women experienced during labor. While her body slowly healed, she had found sexual release with women, but none of them had what she wanted in a relationship. Still, the sight of the women having what looked like really good oral sex with each other brought back pleasant memories.

  The man stood and descended from the throne steps to the main floor below where the women continued to play with each other. Kira’s breath caught in her chest as he had them stop, then turn over so they were both on all fours. The sight of their wet and swollen pussies, the involuntary twitches, and their tension only added to the eroticism of the scene before her.

  She stepped closer, placing her fingers on the glass separating them. It must be one-way, because no one on the other side noticed her. The man strode around both women, his attention totally focused on them. Lean, muscular, graceful, he moved like a panther and had enough charisma to bring Kira to her knees. During her time in Hollywood, she’d been around many charismatic, extremely handsome men, but they didn’t hold a candle to this guy. The hair on her arms stood up, and deep inside her soul a tiny flicker of hope began to brighten and burn.

  She didn’t know anything about him, and he could be a total douche bag, but oh my goodness, did she want to be the one on her knees before him. Intense sexual fantasies burst through her imagination like fireworks, and a powerful wave of heat made her pussy swell. Evidently her body was totally on board with anything she wanted to do with this mysterious man. Her attention on him deepened until it was almost like she was alone watching him on the other side of the glass rather than surrounded by a growing audience.

  Her breath caught as he slapped the black flogger over both women, their buttocks jiggling from the strike. Stepping back, he said something, and the women put their faces to the floor, leaving their bottoms exposed and vulnerable. She couldn’t help but think of what it would be like to be in that position, to have him being the one making her arch, making her moan. Thank goodness this viewing wall didn’t have a door or she might have gone in, flipped her dress up, and assumed the same position next to the other women.

  A few more glancing blows to their hips, shoulders, asses, and thighs before he stepped back, and his sensual lips moved as he spoke. Kira strained to make out the words, to catch some sound of his voice, but she might as well be on the outside of a dreamer’s head looking in. Or in this case, more like watching an incubus torment and pleasure two helpless women. Fuck, there was no way a man could be that sensual without having sold his soul to the devil.

  More people had joined her by the window, and they commented on his ability to create a scene, and other complimentary things. Behind the glass, the man rolled his shoulders and wrists, upping the tension, making the watching audience, herself included, hold their collective breath. Energy buzzed along Kira’s body, setting her skin aflame and soaking her panties.

  Then he really worked them.

  Whirling the floggers like they were martial arts weapons, he began an intricate dance around the two women, hitting them simultaneously but at different positions and with different strengths if the extra effort he put into his swing hitting the blonde was any indication. The dark-skinned woman received a lighter treatment, though she was the first to begin crying. The blonde appeared to be moaning, but it was hard to tell because no sound came from the room. In fact, the only thing Kira could hear were her own pants and the thud of her heart as it sped in time to the man’s movements.

  What would it feel like to have him strike her ass like that? To leave bright red marks on her skin? He paused and held both floggers in one hand. With his free hand, he leaned over and played with the dark-haired woman’s pussy. Kira couldn’t see what he was doing, only that it seemed to be driving the other woman wild. She bucked and thrashed beneath his touch, her lips drawn back in an almost snarl Kira found incredibly sexy.

  Sunny tapped her shoulder, then dragged her from the window. “Kira, did you hear me?”

  Unable to look away, to even speak, Kira shook her head.

  With a soft laugh, Sunny turned her so she could no longer see the erotic scene being played out. “I said that is Lord Bryan, and he may be more than you can handle.”

  Resisting the urge to shove Sunny out of the way so she could go back to drooling over the wickedly handsome man, she cleared her throat. “Why is that?”

  “Bryan is what I like to call a Master’s Master. Whatever it is that makes a Dom, he has in spades, but his tastes run dark.”

  Kira stole a quick glance and found Bryan was now fucking the blonde with the end of the flogger while she ate the other woman’s pussy. “Holy shit.”

  “Come on. You need to listen to me.”

  Sunny dragged her down the hall until Kira felt like a puppy being pulled on a leash. As they left Lord Bryan behind, she could almost feel an intangible energy flowing from her body back to him, wanting to stay. Wanting him.

  It had been so long since she’d had a man. Her last attempt at a relationship had gone up in flames when she’d been unable to hide the pain of penetration. She’d screamed into her pillow, but he’d heard her and freaked out, telling her he couldn’t see her again.

  Lord Bryan was the sadist she’d been looking for. No one had ever completely enthralled her like this. If she was one of those flaky chicks who believed in soul mates and all that stuff, she might think he was the person she’d been waiting her whole life to meet. Either that or all the sexual frustration had put her into a state akin to a cat going into heat.

  Goodness knows she wanted to rub herself up against the wickedly handsome man just like a cat.

  “Kira, to be honest, I don’t know if you’d be the best match.”

  “Why?”

  “Lord Bryan is pretty high-powered with his submissives. His scenes are intense and not for the faint of heart. Plus he expects total obedience…which I guess makes sense. With as much edge play as he does, he could really hurt a girl if she didn’t follow his directions. I don’t know how well you’d do with him. He’s like driving a Ferrari when you haven’t even learned how to roller skate yet.”

  “Do you think he would do it?”

  Sunny rolled her eyes. “I can ask Master Hawk.”

  Feeling embarrassed and vulnerable but having to ask anyway, she looked away from Sunny. “Do you think he’d be, you know, attracted to me? I’m not a size 4 anymore.”

  “Of course he would. I’d kill for curves like yours.” Sunny gave her an unexpected hug, and Kira could feel all the bones of Sunny’s back. “You are exactly his physical type, so don’t let any doubt enter your mind as far as that is concerned. I’m more worried about your tendency to be a smart-ass getting you in trouble.”

  Pulling back, Kira made a note to talk with Hawk to see if Sunny might be anorexic. Now that Kira was looking closely, not so focused on herself and her own fears, she could see that other than Sunny’s naturally full cheeks, the rest of her was terribly thin. While Kira wasn’t good enough of a friend to bring it up, she knew Hawk was.

  Sunny gave her an odd look, and Kira forced herself to smile. “So, I’ve picked out my sadist. Now where can I get him gift wrapped?”

  “See? You’re going to get your ass
beat so often you won’t be able to sit down for months.”

  Looping her arm through Sunny’s, Kira began to walk with the woman back toward the public bar area. “Lord Bryan, is he cruel?”

  “He’s a sadist.”

  “I mean, does he ever, like, hurt anyone when they don’t want to be hurt?”

  “No. That’s not his style. All the submissives he’s been with adore him.”

  “Has he been with a lot?”

  Sunny shrugged. “I’m not sure. I usually don’t come back here. I will say he’s been with Wicked for the last three years, and he has to go through the same rigorous health checks that you did by the club’s doctors. Oh, and he doesn’t always have sex with his subs. Some of them he just beats.”

  “Why would he do that?”

  “I guess because some women need it and they can go to him without worrying about him wanting sex.”

  “Doesn’t he like sex?” The dry look Sunny gave her made Kira laugh. “You know what I mean.”

  “Yes. Considering he belongs to a BDSM sex club, I would say the chances he likes sex are pretty high. But just because something is available doesn’t mean you have to take it. He’s picky about who he takes.”

  That thought made Kira feel both better and worse. She didn’t like the idea of a guy having banged every woman here, but at the same time she did want an experienced sadist. But shit, Bryan was the kind of guy who could walk into a room and a draft would be caused by all the women dropping their panties at once. The thought that such a sex god would want her with her fucked-up body and would want to help her get over her fucked-up fear of penetration seemed slim to none.

  Sunny stumbled, and at first Kira thought it was because the other woman wore killer six-inch heels. Then Sunny leaned against Kira and whispered, “Migraine. Hawk.”

  Kira winced. She’d had a migraine once in reaction to some medication for allergies. Everything had hurt. Light, sound, a breath. Everything.

  “Okay, Sunny. I understand. You have a migraine, and you need me to get Hawk. Will do. I need to get you someplace where you can sit down.”

  Moaning softly, Sunny muttered, “Lounge. Ahead and left.”

  A Dominatrix and her hunky boy toy paused as they passed them in the hallway. The tall brunette in a black leather catsuit looked closely at Sunny. “Woman, I swear to God if you didn’t take the medication I prescribed you, I’m going to rip your spine out and beat you with it.”

  For a moment Sunny rallied, but tears were pouring down her face. “No drugs.”

  Kira hefted Sunny up as she sagged. “You know her?”

  The Dominatrix nodded, her whole body vibrating with anger. “I’m her physician, Dr. Pershelle.”

  Kira nodded. “She asked me to get Hawk for her.”

  Dr. Pershelle nodded to her submissive. “Go run and get Hawk. Tell him we’ll be in the warming room.”

  Without another word, the man took off, his extremely toned ass providing an instant of distraction as his loin cloth flew up with his movements.

  “Girl, what’s your name?”

  “Kira, Ma’am.”

  “There is a warming room nearby. We’ll take her there.” Dr. Pershelle got under Sunny’s other arm. “Let’s go.”

  In what seemed like record time, they made it into a small, super cozy, and extremely relaxing room. The scent of vanilla and a hint of cinnamon filled the air. Against one wall there was a king-size daybed with mounds of pillows. Kira and Dr. Pershelle set Sunny down, and the woman immediately curled on her side.

  Dr. Pershelle pulled a blanket over Sunny and jerked her head at Kira.

  Leaving the other woman curled up in a ball, Dr. Pershelle leaned in close to Kira. Dr. Pershelle smelled like expensive perfume and sex. “Are you a friend of Sunny’s?”

  “Yes. I know her through Master Hawk.”

  “Good. Can you please tell him to make sure Sunny takes her pain medications? I know she hates them, but I detest seeing her like this when she doesn’t have to suffer if she’d just take her damn meds. Someone needs to get through to her, and he’s the only one she’ll listen to.”

  Kira’s breath hitched. “I…yes, of course. But why Hawk? Why not her family?”

  Dr. Pershelle pressed her lips together and shook her head. “Can’t say. What I can say is that Sunny views Hawk as her Master. I know they’ve never done anything sexual together, but she loves that man and will do things for him she wouldn’t do for anyone else. Do you know what I mean?”

  Before Kira could say anything, Hawk raced in. He didn’t even look at them, just went to Sunny’s side as quickly as he could. As soon as he reached her, he knelt next to the bed and extended his tanned hand across the silk sheet to Sunny. The other woman put her hand in Hawk’s and drew a shuddering breath. Next to Hawk’s vibrant Native American good looks, Sunny seemed as frail as spun glass.

  “I’ll talk to Hawk,” Kira said.

  “Good.”

  Chapter Two

  Lord Bryan Sutherfield reclined on one of the throne-like leather chairs, looking down into the pit at Club Wicked. The entire floor was transparent, so one could sit up here and watch the happenings below in a mellow, subdued atmosphere. The only lighting came from the room beneath his feet, so this space was dimly lit shadows and silence. Dominants often liked to come here to relax and rejuvenate. Watching the scenes at their feet, appreciating the beauty of the submissives, soothed a hole in their hearts.

  Below, Bryan was observing a baby Dom letting one of the more experienced submissives top from the bottom. Normally he would have frowned on anyone letting a sub get away with that, but in this case, the submissive was helping the young Dom learn his craft. The guy was probably in his early twenties, and the submissive in her early forties, so it was fascinating to watch the dynamic between the two. The exchange of power and emotion.

  That was what he was interested in.

  The connection, that brief and elusive kiss of the divine that happened when a Dominant and a submissive truly connected. He’d had it once or twice, but for various reasons, those relationships hadn’t worked out. It had been almost a year since his last relationship ended, and he was feeling irritable, needing that connection.

  It kept him grounded and sane.

  And right now he was so fucking bored. Nothing excited him like it used to. Everything was just kind of…blah. He’d tried different submissives, even considered a male sub, but everything he’d considered had left him feeling as empty as he did now. Last week he’d had two female subs, and while that had been fun to watch, it didn’t totally engage him like it should have. Maybe he’d go on another long ride up to Canada before autumn hit and brought his motorcycling options north of the border to an end. He should go see the Rocky Mountains and let his soul rejuvenate.

  Someone sat next to him. The moment a pair of worn cowboy boots kicked up onto the glass table in front of them, he knew who it was. When two beers clinked on the table, he reached forward and silently took one. He and Jesse Shaw had never been good friends, but over the past month, they’d formed an unusual bond. Dove, Jesse’s submissive, was in Paris, and the man was missing her fiercely. Right now, Jesse was too pathetic to irritate Bryan.

  Besides, he understood how the man felt.

  Taking a sip of the rich English stout, Bryan sighed, then rubbed at his goatee with his free hand. His nickname at Wicked was “The Devil.” He found it amusing. He guessed he could be seen as somewhat demonic. The submissives certainly enjoyed it. There was nothing like the tremble of a woman right before she felt the kiss of the belt or cane. The only thing better was her relaxation a minute later when she learned your intent was to pleasure her, not beat her.

  Jesse cleared his throat. “So you’re in between submissives?”

  Arching a brow, he barely turned to look at the other man. “Yes.”

  “Huh.”

  The other man’s leg twitched, his foot tapping a fast pace against the edge of the table. If Jesse
didn’t spit out whatever he was trying to work up the courage to say, Bryan was going to choke him. “For fuck’s sake, man. Say whatever the fuck you came to say and then fuck off.”

  Jesse laughed and sat forward, slowly spinning his beer between his hands. “I have a favor to ask you.”

  Immediately suspicious but interested because Jesse clearly needed him for something, he waited for the big Texan to continue. They had similar taste in submissives, so there had been some competition between them. Dove had briefly interested Bryan, but he saw right away how those two were gaga over each other. From there on out, Bryan had only flirted with her to irritate Jesse. Dove knew, so she’d play along until Jesse would pick her up and take her somewhere for her “punishment.”

  Wondering if maybe Jesse wanted him for a threesome with his deliciously full-figured submissive, he cleared his throat. “And?”

  “I have a friend who needs your help.”

  Taken off guard, Bryan leaned back in his chair, then looped his leg over the arm in an arrogant manner that never failed to irritate Jesse. It was so much fun fucking with that man’s head. “If she wants financial advice, have her set up an appointment at my office. Oddly enough, I didn’t bring my laptop with me tonight.”

  “Not that kind of help.” Jesse actually had a flush to his cheeks, visible in the bright lights shining up through the floor. “She needs a sadist, a good one.”

  “Pardon? Was that a compliment?”

  “Stop being an asshole for a second. This is serious.” He looked over at Bryan; his gaze was straightforward but weary. “Hear me out before you say anything else.”

  Bryan pantomimed zipping his lips, but he was actually intrigued. While Jesse certainly liked to fuck his women rough, he didn’t cross the line into darker things. Bryan lived in those murky shadows, dim places filled with sighs, moans, and crying. Not tears of pain but tears of release. The kind of orgasm that lifted a submissive to a different level of consciousness, a state not easily achieved but so worth the effort.