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“I want you to look at me,” he says. “I want you to watch my face as I take you.” He turns me around until my back is against the wall and hooks my legs over his arms.
The position leaves me open to him, my pussy completely at his mercy. I’m instantly horny as hell all over again seeing how strong he is. Not many men could hold my weight up like this without even breaking a sweat. Not that he looks unaffected. His forehead is pinched tight and there’s a large vein pulsing in his neck. I wonder if I look as crazed as he does.
He pushes forward just enough to get my attention and then stops. “Look at me,” he growls. I instantly obey. His voice is not one I can deny. He holds my gaze as his cock forces its way through my delicate tissues, awakening nerve endings I didn’t even know I had. He holds my gaze as he finds his rhythm, one deep thrust and then a few shallow ones that make me wet as hell.
“More, please. Harder!” I clutch at his shoulders frantically as he pounds me against the wall. I’m going to have bruises later and I don’t care. This is what I’ve been missing, having my pussy taken hard and used the way it needs to be.
“You make me crazy,” he mumbles into my hair. He pants with the force of his efforts, his muscles cording up thick with every thrust. His hips piston back and forth as he fucks himself deeper and deeper into my pussy until I feel another orgasm coming.
I open my eyes briefly and I see the subway employee has come down to our level. He’s standing at the other end of the platform, openly stroking his own cock as he watches me get pounded. I’ve enjoyed seeing others have sex before but never knew being watched could be such a turn on. I can imagine the picture we present. I’m stretched open, my pussy pink and wet as a thick hard cock penetrates it. Just the thought sets me off.
“Yes, Yes, Yes…” I chant it like a mantra as my orgasm crashes through me. As good as the first orgasm was, there’s nothing in the world as satisfying as coming around a thick, hard cock. He’s fucking me so hard it feels like he’s stroking my spine. I whimper as my pussy clamps down so hard on him that he almost can’t move.
“Damn, I’m coming.” He thrust deeper, harder, holding himself inside me as his cock swells. He throws his head back and roars. I open my eyes in disbelief at the loud sound. That’s when I realize the noise isn’t coming from him.
It’s the roar of an incoming train. The next subway car is pulling up to the station.
“I thought I felt the ground shaking,” he jokes. He shoves his cock back in his pants and zips up. He’s rumpled all over and I’m sure I am too. My panties could be anywhere at this point and the first two buttons on my blouse have been ripped off. I look like I’ve been attacked.
“I felt it too, I just assumed it was part of having the best orgasm of my life.”
Our eyes meet again and something passes between us. The subway car doors open with a ding. There aren’t many people riding the train this late but the few who pass us give us curious looks. The subway employee is gone and it’s just the two of us again. If I’m going to leave with any measure of dignity intact, this is the time to do it.
Before I throw myself in his arms and beg him to take me home with him.
“I should go.” I reach down and grab my purse which is on the ground near my feet. “Thanks for…just thanks.” I hug him awkwardly, surprised when he wraps me in his arms and lifts me off my feet. My eyes drift close as his scent surrounds me. Then I hear the dinging sound that indicates the subway is about to leave.
“Goodbye.” I kiss him, lingering just a little, then race to the subway car. I slip through the doors just before they close.
A second later, he runs up to the door and motions toward my arm. Confused, I shake my head that I don’t understand as the subway pulls out of the station. I put both my hands on the window, watching him for as long as possible until the car is moving so fast everything is a blur of color.
I’ll never see him again.
The thought depresses me profoundly. It’s hard for me to reconcile my overwhelming feelings with the fact that he’s a stranger. The only things I know about him are that he’s gorgeous and hung.
And that he affects me unlike anyone else.
I blink back tears and pull out my cell phone to check the time. As I dig through my bag, it registers that it’s curiously light. I’m not one of those girls who stuffs everything but the kitchen sink in her bag but I do have a decent sized wallet.
Which is currently nowhere to be found.
“Crap!” I rummage through everything again to confirm what I already know is true. My wallet is probably back on the subway platform. Then I notice something in my purse that wasn’t there before. A jet black business card with stark white writing. I hold it up to the light to read what it says.
Dominic “The Dom” Ramirez
BDSM Instructor
The Madame X School of Sex
The cell phone listed on the back of the card has an area code I don’t recognize. I close my eyes and imagine him standing on the platform going through my wallet. I’m so startled I laugh out loud.
He’d made me
his
mark.
Not that he’ll get much. Just a few credit cards and a driver’s license for Veronica Paige. Not even any money. Then I look at the business card again and blush. Since he left his calling card, my money is obviously not what he wants with me. And I have no problem with that.
When the train pulls up to the next station I already have my cell phone out. I also have a huge smile on my face.
I wonder if I get to punish
him
this time.
….to be continued.
If you’ve enjoyed reading about Veronica and Dominic, continue reading to catch a special extended scene from Seducing Sarah V.1, the first book in The Madame X School of Sex series. You just might see these two again...
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About The Author
Jinx Jamison is from New England and loves everything about the North, except the winters! She writes erotica about ordinary women finding out extraordinary things. She blogs regularly with The Naughty Girls Next Door.
Read about how she got the idea for The Madame X School of Sex in her blog series:
The Recipe for Naughty
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KEEP READING FOR AN EXTENDED SNEAK PEEK AT THE MADAME X SCHOOL OF SEX SERIES.
Sneak Peek at The Madame X School of Sex
CHAPTER 1
“The Madame X School of Sex? It’s an urban legend. Doesn’t exist.”
Sarah Caldwell looked out the window of the diner. A steady stream of pedestrians flowed by on the sidewalk outside. Most were wrapped up tight in layers of cold weather armor, their coats, sweaters and scarves protecting them from the early winter chill. A man passing by caught her eye and winked. She glanced away, blushing.
“What is this about? Are you still depressed about Ian?” Candace demanded. Her blonde hair was gathered up into a messy top knot and her makeup was artfully applied to make her blue eyes seem huge.
Sarah heaved a sigh and pushed her bowl to the side. New England clam chowder was usually her favorite but her appetite lately had been off. Unless you counted the two pounds of truffles she’d inhaled the night before. She didn’t really consider chocolate as a food group, more like medication.
“I’m not depressed, just determined. Something has to change.”
Candace leaned across the table and grabbed her hands. “There. Is. Nothing. Wrong. With. You.” She squeezed her hands with each word. “I could kill that jerk for trashing your self-confidence. How is it possible that a Halle Berry look-alike has no idea how hot she is? You could have any man you wanted if you made yourself available.”
Sarah chuckled bitterly. “I am available. You don’t see anyone lining up, do you?” She swept a hand over her thick, curly hair and sighed. It was long past time she owned up to her own failings.
“Making yourself available would require you to stop wearing your engagement ring.” Candace raised an eyebrow when she tucked her left hand in her lap.
"This diamond is the only thing of value I have to show for the last two years of my life. I might as well enjoy it. "Sarah crossed her arms and sat back in the restaurant booth. She was partially joking but reality was she hadn’t been with a man in eight months.
Eight long, lonely months.
“Do you need me to stay? I could skip my class. We’ll watch sappy, black and white movies and stay up all night just like we used to.” Candace leaned across the booth and wiggled her eyebrows, comically. She was a student at George Washington University in the heart of the nation's capitol. Her education was everything to her so her offer was a true testament to the strength of their friendship. They were polar opposites in every way, from their skin tones to their personalities but she'd never found a better friend. It was doubtful she ever would.
Sarah laughed and shook her head. “You’re almost done with your master’s degree, Ace. I’m not letting you screw up now.”
Candace shrugged and wound her scarf around her neck three times. She pulled on her oversized coat and flipped the hood up. “Anything for you, kiddo. You know I love you, right?”
“I love you too. Now, go!” She shooed her out of the booth with both hands. Once outside Candace passed by the picture window and waved. Then she was gone.
Sarah let the artificial smile she’d been wearing for the past hour drop. Her face was stiff from holding a smile she didn’t feel, forcing laughter that wasn’t genuine. But she couldn’t let her friends see how dejected she really was. It would just invite more worry, more hovering.
And it wouldn’t sway her from her path.
She reached into her purse and pulled out the envelope that held her plane ticket. Not that she needed to see it again, she’d studied it a hundred times since that morning. A plane ticket to Nevada. One chance to find out if she was really broken or not.
The Madame X School of Sex? It’s an urban legend. Doesn’t exist.
Sarah shook her head. “Oh, it exists. In a few hours I’ll have firsthand proof.”
Candace would be furious when she found out. But her friend was a natural femme fatale. She didn’t struggle to have an orgasm and wasn’t shy about taking her clothes off. She’d never had to wonder if there was something fundamentally wrong with her. And she’d definitely never been told she was a poor excuse for a woman, who had no clue how to please a man.
Candace isn't the only one who'll be furious.
An image of her boss, Quinn Sanders, entered her mind. He was her favorite erotic fantasy, from his dark good looks to his brilliant, cunning mind. Assisting him had become a daily exercise in mental torture. Wanting something you couldn't have was never easy but it was especially hard when she had to talk to him, sit near him and breathe his scent.
She shook her head hard to clear it. The last thing she needed was his disapproving albeit handsome face in her mind. The man was so uptight about everything. She doubted he'd understand her need to attend a sex therapy retreat.
Which was why she'd lied and claimed to be taking a three-week cruise through the Mediterranean.
Sarah held the envelope to her lips and closed her eyes.
Please let this work. Please let this work.
“Madame X, here I come. I really hope you live up to the hype.”

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