Red Hots (24 page)

However,
it wasn’t only the sight of the bare ass or the toned, long legs that sparked
his awareness. They were both becoming but it was the scent of cashmere and
orchids. The warm, floral aroma that greeted him and just like the first time
he smelled it, the scent nudged him down the road of dominance and erotic
madness.

“Hello,
Song Sparrow.”

He
heard the intake of her breath. She had been aware of someone entering, but with
her back to the door and keeping her focus straight-forward like a good
submissive, she never turned to see who it was.

“Dom
Hawk, I’m glad you have come.”

She
was glad he had come? His mind was void of a single word to describe the
emotional grip on his heart at seeing her in The Dollhouse. The sound of his
scene name on her lips almost caused his knees to buckle. She had never used it
prior to this moment, always having chosen to simply refer to him as Sir. His
hands had a slight tremor and he let go of the handle of his bag and allowed it
to drop to the floor with a loud thump. For the second time that night he
needed to get himself together.

Walking
across the mock wood flooring, he moved to the side of the cross into her line
of vision.

Those
beautiful russet, golden-brown eyes met his. “Do I need to say that I am shocked
to see you here?” His hand itched to reach out and touch her.

“No,
Dom Hawk. Today was just…” her voice drifted away and her lids lowered. The
tension around her mouth and at the corner of her eyes, evidence of the stress
she was feeling.

“I
know, I heard small bites of it on the radio, but turned it off preferring to
hear it from you. Then you called and cancelled for tonight. Now you’re here.”

Opening
her eyes, she fixed them on him again. “Master Razor and Lolli got me access
and helped…” She waved her fingers downward slightly, with them restrained
about her head she could only move a fraction, but he understood she meant her
outfit and locking her up.

He
nodded.

“I
need you. I don’t want to think about today. I don’t want to have a care for tomorrow.
Dom Hawk, I submit myself to you.” The last part came out as soft as a brush of
a petal on the skin, but more charging to his soul than anything else she had
said.

Raising
his hand, he stroked her cheek with the back of his knuckles. “I accept your
submission, Song Sparrow.” He understood the weight of this moment for her.
Kindle had not only been adamant in the beginning that she only wanted their
time together to take place at his home and in secret, but more importantly,
her submission to him had always been mitigated by her still wanting to retain
some control. Apparently, that was no longer the case.

The
knowledge and understanding caused his heart to swell ten times in his chest.
He forced air out of his tight lungs. “I accept your submission and I’m honored
by it.”

She
gave him a smile, there was a sparkle in her eyes, but the shadows of her day
still remained ready to snuff it out.

“Are
you ready to begin?” He lowered his hand.

“Yes,
Sir. On the table, there is a blindfold can you put it on me?”

His
brows tightened. It wasn’t that he was opposed to using it. No, it was a
pleasure of his and something he frequently pulled out of his arsenal of
techniques. However, a blindfold intensified the wearer’s feelings and
situation. It made them completely dependent on the Dominant. “That’s not
necessary. I’m just glad you’re here.”

“But,
I trust you. I want to show my trust in you fully, Dom Hawk.”

Heat
curled along his spine every time his name came from her lips. Sexy thick lips
that he wanted to kiss. As his desire for her rushed through his gut he almost
wished she’d just shown up at his house, that way when he wanted to bury
himself inside of her, he could. Here at the dungeon that was a huge violation
of the rules. A sub or slave could be brought to an orgasm during a scene.
However, no intercourse or sexual acts given or received; such acts were not
tolerated.

“Then
we will blindfold you.” Turning, he went to his bag instead of the table in the
back corner of the room close to the entrance. Glancing over, he spotted the
felt mask and disregarded it. If Song Sparrow was going to submit to him
tonight, he would treat her like his and use his things. Opening his duffle, he
located the navy blue silk cloth in a pocket and removed it.

Returning
to her, he caressed her face one last time before covering her eyes with the
soft material. Once it was secured, he asked, “Are you okay?”

“Yes,
Dom Hawk.”

Inhaling,
he stepped away from her. At his bag again, he removed the flogger. Even though
The Dollhouse, including the room he was currently in, was completely equipped
and stocked with any and all things a Dom would need, he always brought some of
his own things. Even though he had not used any of his personal items since
Firefly, he brought them every time. Although he repeatedly told himself he
didn’t want another sub, wasn’t looking for another sub…glancing up at the
woman bound before him, he was grateful for this sub. And that he had his
things for such an imperative session with her.

Rising
to his full height, he ran his fingers through the leads straightening them, ensuring
there were no tangles from it being in the bag. No twists or haphazard knots
that would cause him to inadvertently harm Song Sparrow. That complete, he
moved to her and began the connection process. He caressed not only her ass and
shoulders that were bare, but her back and thighs, even though they were
covered and he would not be striking those spots.

As
always, he whispered to her about the beauty of her form, his pride in her submission
and trust. Since they worked together so often, and as an experienced Dom there
was no need to give her the club’s safe word. He knew her body and responses
like every beat of his own heart.

Her
muscles were tight and knotted as they were every time they began a scene.
Partly because of the worry and strain of her job and partly due to her
preparing to let go, it scared and unnerved her.

“Breathe,”
he commanded. “In and out, Song Sparrow. Tonight is no different. The setting
has changed, but
we
are the same.”

Her
back rose and fell slowly several times beneath his palm before he drew away
and took his position; he rotated his wrist, swinging the flogger in a smooth
arch.

He
didn’t permit himself to look beyond this night, this moment. Yes, Kindle needed
him. She’d admitted that. However, whether or not this would become permanent, or
what the significance of this was, they would have to discuss later. After he’d
carried her to his bed and he’d made love to her for hours until they were both
exhausted. Perhaps then when she was sated and in his arms, he would confess
not only his desire to have her permanently as his submissive, but reveal his
emotions toward her as well.

Tonight
. For now he had a submissive to
soothe. He pulled his arm back then shifted forward and landed his first strike
on her perfect, round ass.

Thwack.

~YH~

“Are
you ready to go?” Dom Hawk pulled down the collar of her short red trench coat
and situated the lapels. The hem of the short coat was barely covering her bare
ass.

On
an emotional high, well pleased and aroused, she smiled at her Dom. “Yes, Dom
Hawk, I’m ready.”

So
ready
, she wanted
to say. He hadn’t brought her to an orgasm after their session as he normally
did. When they sat off to the side of the main room in the ‘quiet zone’ where
he stroked her body with a mink mitt, he’d whispered that sex was not allowed
in the facility. Pressing his lips to her ear, he explained that if he’d
brought her to orgasm it would have been hard for him to restrain himself from
burying his cock deep inside her.

His
erotic confession and the feel of his cock beneath her hip caused a quiver to
rack her body.

Now,
they were finally on their way out and headed to his house. She was excited on
so many levels about being alone with Masaun, not only because she wanted to
make love to him but she wanted to express her love to him. She’d fallen hard
for this man/Dom before her and she wanted to make what they shared permanent.
That was her reason for coming to the dungeon, his dungeon, where he was free
to live his lifestyle with like-minded people. She only hoped he comprehended
her motivation.

 “Then
let’s get out of here.” Taking her hand, he turned and nodded at Master Zach,
the owner she’d met when Lolli and Razor brought her here.

She’d
had to explain the truth of her relationship with Masaun before Master Zach
permitted her request. The longtime Dom had being intimidating but kind.

Collecting
his bag from the floor where he’d set it when they’d walked to the coat closet,
he squeezed her hand and escorted her through the door.

“How
did you get here?” he asked as they strolled out into the night. Others were
still coming into the dungeon, just getting ready to start their own night.

“I
drove.” She’d followed Razor and Lolli in her car, so she wouldn’t be tied to them
in order to leave if Masaun didn’t show or he didn’t want to scene with her at
The Dollhouse. However, all her fears had been for nothing. “I’m parked
somewhere in the back end of the lot.”

“We
can take your car and I’ll get a cab or have my brother bring me to get my car
tomorrow.”

Her
three-inch black heels were clicking on the asphalt and the breeze caressed her
warm face and fluttered the sides of her jacket. She inhaled the salty night
air, they were so close to the beach she could hear the waves crashing in the
distance even though she could not see them. Feeling alive and rejuvenated, she
said, “That works for me.”

Stopping,
he pulled her to him and kissed her.

Her
heartbeat accelerated as she wrapped her arms around him and leaned into his
strong warm body. Parting her lips, she allowed his tongue to slip into her
mouth and capture it. She wanted this commanding man on so many levels.

“Assistant
CA Langston, a couple questions please.”

She
froze.

Masaun’s
body tensed against hers as well, but she didn’t have any space in her mind for
anyone else at the moment. She tried to pull away from Masaun as she turned
toward the voice of the person speaking to her, but the commanding man held her
firmly. He even shifted as if he were attempting to protect her.

However,
there were things that even his strength and dominance could not shield her
from. Like her real life.

Staring
into not only the face of the local reporter, but his mini cam as well was on
and pointed at her. “What are you doing here?” She shoved against Masaun as he
tried to push her behind him.

“It’s
Jonathon Camp from WAVE 7 news. How did it feel to have one of your key
witnesses made a liar before the courts?”

“I
know who you are. Does your station know you’ve been stalking me?” she yelled
over Masaun’s formidable shoulders.

“Ms.
Langston is not answering any damn questions at this time.” Masaun stepped
toward the reporter, appearing menacing in his all black.

A
light from the camera came on. “May I ask who you are? Your relationship—”

“I’m
not takin’ questions either,” Masaun growled and put his hand up over the lens
of the camera.

Ohmygod…ohmygod!
Kindle continued to chant the words
to herself as she pulled her coat together and belted it quickly. She was
thankful the back of the coat covered her revealed ass.

“Ms.
Langston…” Jonathan attempted to sidestep Masaun only to have Masaun block him
again. “Do you think there will be charges filed against the Virginia Beach
police department? Have you blown the cas—”

“Listen,
sneak, this isn’t public property, you have three seconds to get your ass away
from here.”

Masaun
was so close to the man, knocking his camera away, Kindle was afraid he would
hit the man, making all of this worse.

“Stop,
please. Just go away.” Not wanting to stand there any longer, she rushed away
from both men. Let them hash it out or beat the shit out of each other, she
didn’t care. She just had to get away. Her mind raced, flashed images, turned
down every avenue of horrible possibility of this night. She could feel her
life falling apart and her career slipping away.

“Kindle!”

“Ms.
Langston. Ms. Langston, just—”

“Kindle,
wait—”

She
ignored all the calls around her and quickly got into her car, gunning the
engine. Seconds later she was speeding past the slimy reporter, the man she
believed she had fallen in love with and even her best friend who stood wide
mouthed beside Razor and a crowd of onlookers.

Yes,
her life had gone past baked and had turned to ash.

She
was halfway home before she realized her lights weren’t on and she was crying. 
Her hands were fisted so tight around the steering wheel that, by the time she
got home, her wrists ached. There was pain shooting up her arms from the
tension rolling through her body. Parking in the designated slot before her
condo, she pulled her hands away from the wheel and just sat there in the
darkness of her car, shaking. She couldn’t cease the quakes that racked her
body. As if she’d been submerged in an icy lake for too long, she was chilled
to the marrow of her bones.