Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Desire—at least she thought that was what it was—sparked in his eyes, making them appear a shade closer to green than hazel, and chasing away the earlier demons.

Before answering, he carefully studied her. “You’re sure?”

She hadn’t had sex in at least two years. But right now, she’d never been more certain of anything. “I wouldn’t ask otherwise, Sir.”

“You don’t need a break? A drink of water?”

“I promise. I’m fine.” Just needy.

A few seconds later, apparently satisfied, he nodded. “I want nothing more than to see you bent over a chair with my cock filling your pussy.”

His tone was harsh, rough, in tune with the way he’d used her body, and she shivered. Her reaction wasn’t just from the chill as her overheated body cooled. It was from anticipation of being taken—hard—by this Dom.

Slowly he let go of her hair and withdrew his fingers, but he left her attached to the hook.

She craned her head to watch him untie his shoes and remove his socks.

Most men might hurry at this point, but he didn’t.

Everything about him was controlled, calculated, and a wayward part of her yearned to shatter his reserve.

As he unbuttoned his shirt, she fantasized about performing that tiny service for him.

Then he shrugged out of the material, and her mouth dried.

Master Niles had the body of a god.

His biceps bulged, and his shoulders were impossibly broad.

His waist was honed, and he didn’t carry an ounce of excess fat anywhere.

If given the opportunity, she would admire him for days.

He strode to the far side of the room to hang his shirt from a hook before unbuckling his belt.

After removing his slacks and form-fitting boxers, he draped those over a counter.

Finally, he turned to face her, his magnificent cock jutting toward her.

He was enormous, much bigger than average, and his legs were as powerful as his upper body.

Everything about him was deliciously sexy.

“Like what you see?” he asked, another smile gently curving his lips.

“Uhm…you’re magnificent, Sir.”

“Fuck.”He returned to her to cradle her face and kiss her again. “Brandy. What the hell am I going to do with you?”

In this moment, she hoped the answer was take me.

He left her long enough to roll a condom down his dick and to drag a chair over.

“I’m leaving your spreader bar in place.”

“Of course, Sir.”

Once he lowered the hook, she anticipated that he would release her right away. Instead, he massaged her arms and shoulders, taking his time as he brought back her circulation.

“Thank you, Master Niles,” she said, hoping her words would reassure him that she was okay and ready to get on with it.

“You’re welcome.” Rather than stopping, he continued the long, sweeping motions she might enjoy at any other time.

The man moved at his own pace, no matter how much that might frustrate her.

Finally satisfied, he released her cuffs and soothed her wrists by making tiny circles on her skin with his thumbs.

“How’s that?”

“You can come to my house and give me a massage any night after work,” she teased. Then softly, maybe more seriously than she realized, she added, “Of course, I’d reciprocate.”

“Spoken like a sub who suddenly realized what she said and is now hoping she doesn’t get a spanking for being impertinent.”

“Uhm, yes. There is that, Sir.”

He laughed. “I appreciate your honesty.”

This scene was progressing unlike any other she’d ever participated in.

She’d shared laughs with Doms before, but often it was a nervous sound from them. And she’d never been with anyone as solicitous as he was.

“Over the chair, Brandy. I want your ass in the air. Put your hands in the middle of the seat area and lift up on your toes.”

Since the spreader bar restricted her movements, he helped her into position.

“You’ll stay there for me?”

“Of course, Master Niles.” No doubt that would be difficult once he was inside her.

“Your pussy is bright red and swollen.”

On fire, still.

“Couldn’t be prettier.” He parted her buttocks to expose her pussy even more. “Are you still damp?”

“Yes, Sir. I’m ready for you.” Her hair flowed everywhere, acting like a blindfold. “Crawling out of my skin, wanting you to hurry, if I’m honest.”

He pressed his cockhead to her entrance.

She struggled against the impulse to surge backward and take more of him.

Most of the time, she had infinite amounts of patience. But the confident way that he handled her, aroused her, made her eager for more.

“Arch your back slightly.”

With grace—a result of ten years of ballet lessons—she wriggled around, rising on her toes to accept even more of him.

“Nice,” he said. “Now remain still.”

“Yes, Sir.”

With his powerful hands, he held her butt cheeks apart.

“Fuck me, Sir,” she pleaded.

“Do you try to hurry all your Doms along, Brandy?”

“No, Sir.” A fevered blush stained her cheeks. “I’m sorry if it comes across that way. It’s not that I’m trying to rush you. I just…” She trailed off as he stroked in even deeper. Oh, God. He was so large, filling her completely.

“Just?” he prompted.

“Truthfully, Sir? When I saw your cock, I wanted it in me.” Her confession was a breathless whisper.

“You know how to get your way.” He thrust inside her.

“So good, Sir. So, so good. More.”

“Bossy sub.” He moved his hands to brace against her hip bones.

It took all her skills to remain in place when she ached to stand and lean back into him. Instead, she splayed her fingers and concentrated on letting him lead.

He rode her hard, like she wanted, filling her, stretching her with his thick cock. She whimpered and cried as her breasts swayed and hair tumbled in wild disarray.

Over and over, he surged into her, bringing her to the knife-edge of need. “Please, Sir,” she begged.

“Come anytime.”

He held her hips imprisoned, and it only took a few more thrusts for him to turn her inside out.

Crying his name, she demanded all he had to give.

Several seconds later, she came, fracturing into a thousand pieces.

“Perfect pet.”

But he wasn’t finished.

Somehow he managed to change the angle which sent a second orgasm careening through her.

Her legs trembled as sobs wracked her body, and her hands slipped.

She would have lost her balance, but he was there, supporting her, holding her with one hand on her shoulder, the other around her waist.

“I’ve got you,” he promised.

In the safety of his arms, she let go.

He pistoned his cock into her, deep and demanding.

Overcome by the shock of her own surrender, she came again.

His grip on her tightened, and his fingers dug into her as his movements became less controlled.

Though she was lost, she reveled in the knowledge he was close to coming undone.

Inside her, he stilled.

Then, with a loud, masculine exhalation, he thrust forward while still holding her tight.

“Fuck.”

In a sensual, repeated pulse, he ejaculated.

Long minutes later, when it was over, and her breathing had returned to normal, he hadn’t moved. Instead, he kept his possessive hold on her.

In her relationships, scenes mostly ended when the man climaxed.

But Master Niles refused to let her go.

“I appreciate how responsive you are.” He dropped a kiss on the side of her neck, rocking a shiver through her.

“I appreciate how generous you are, Sir.”

Slowly, he released her shoulder. Rather than move away, he brushed her hair to one side then trailed his fingertips down her spine.

Only then did he pull all the way out and step back.

In the absence of any instruction, she stayed where she was. Not that she was capable of moving, at any rate.

“Are you okay for a second?” he asked, his voice gruff with an emotion she couldn’t name.

“Of course, Sir.”

The absence of his body heat, combined with her physical exertion, left her chilled.

Across the room, water ran and splashed in the sink, and she didn’t have the energy to lift her head to watch him.

Seconds later, he returned with a warm, damp cloth that he pressed against her pussy, dabbing her swollen flesh.

“How are you doing?” he asked.

“That feels nice. Thank you, Sir.” No wonder the man’s production company was so successful.

If models and actresses were taken care of so well, no doubt they’d want to return.

“Let me get you out of this spreader bar.”

He crouched behind her to release her, and the metal clattered against the floor.

Before standing, he rubbed her ankles. “You’re spoiling me, Sir.”

“As it should be.”

He continued to massage his way up her legs to her buttocks, then her back and shoulders before helping her to stand upright.

Then he turned her to face him.

They stood mere inches apart, naked, and she took in his scent, of mountain spice and dominant determination.

Though he’d orgasmed, the size of his cock was still ultra-impressive.

Every part of her responded to him, and she yearned for their connection to continue.

Brandy squeezed her eyes shut.

She was a professional sub who played with Doms all the time.

This was a scene, a way for her to express her gratitude for his protectiveness. Wishing for anything more was a ridiculous, fantastical idea.

Since she was slightly unsteady, she remained where she was even after he released her.

Once she’d regained her composure, she brushed back her hair and turned to him. “Thank you for the scene, Sir.”

His brow was furrowed.

Earlier, she’d thought his eyes had looked haunted. Now she was certain of it. The tiny lines beside them seemed to be grooved deeper than ever.

She ached to reach for him.

Instead, drawing professionalism around her, she offered a wan smile and pretended nonchalance as she moved toward her discarded clothing.

Brandy expected Master Niles to dress and leave the room, but he scooped up her bra and held it.

“Let me help you.”

Less than two feet from where he stood, she froze in place. “That’s really not necessary, Sir.” In fact, she’d rather be alone to gather her thoughts and recover her equilibrium while putting emotional distance between them. “I’m happy to clean up the room while you re-join the party.”

“You misunderstand. That wasn’t a request.”

“I…” With him, she was navigating uncharted ground.

Realizing capitulation might get her out of the room faster, she nodded. “Anything you say, Master Niles.”

She accepted the bra.

Aware of him watching her, she slipped it on and fastened the clasp behind her. Then he adjusted the lacy cups so that they cradled her breasts.

Next he offered her the dress. Once she had it over her head, he smoothed it into place.

He finger-combed her hair, not that anything short of a brush and curling iron could tame the wildness of her tresses.

“One day, I’d like to use your hair in a bondage scene.”

One day?He was talking about a shared future, and her heart leaped in excited response.

Warning herself that he was likely thinking out loud rather than being serious, she responded in a lighthearted manner. “I’d like that, Sir.”

Kneeling in front of her, he helped her into the heels, and she placed a hand on his shoulder to balance herself.

His attentions were kind, bordering on tender, and a lonely, empty part of her heart savored them.

And that was dangerous, leaving her vulnerable.

What am I thinking?

While he dressed, she busied herself tidying and sanitizing the room.

Unable to help herself, she surreptitiously glanced at him as she dragged the chair back into place.

Watching him dress was unbelievably erotic.

He was such a powerful man, every movement controlled, and she couldn’t look away.

When he was naked, he’d had a tangible aura of command, but now that his shirt was tucked back in, his cuffs buttoned, his shoes tied, he looked as if he should run an empire.

Maybe he did.

Outside of the Den, she knew little about him.

“Shall we?” He led the way to the door then opened it for her.

She lowered her gaze as she neared him.

“Brandy?”

“Sir?” She stopped.

His thumb pressed beneath her chin, he tipped her head back. “Thank you.”

Earlier, she’d noticed lines of tension on his forehead. They appeared somewhat less prominent now.

His eyes were lighter, and she glimpsed a side of him that she’d never seen before.

“Thank you, Sir.” Though their encounter left her unsettled, she was glad it had worked for him.

Without thinking, she curled her fingers around his wrist, and electricity pulsed through her.

For long moments, they studied each other, breathed together.

She wondered if he might say something, then he shook his head.

With a tight smile, he settled for politeness. “I look forward to seeing you again.”

Whatever he might have revealed was gone forever. “Enjoy your evening, Sir.” She lowered her hand to her side.

Her pussy still throbbed, and heat lingered in a few places where his lash had fallen.

He’d been masterful and deliberate, and a lot of members would benefit if he taught classes at the Den.

In the past, some Doms had taken her breath away with the harshness of their initial strokes. But Master Niles, with the way he’d first trailed the strands across her body, had gradually worked her into a state of readiness for his flogging.

No man was his equal.

Their scene had lasted longer than many others, and he hadn’t held back, yet she’d been unaware of anything except the pleasure he offered.

Any sub who scened with him was fortunate, and spoiled for other Doms.

Including me?

Shaking her head, realizing she teetered on the verge of becoming emotional with him, she took a step back. “If you’ll excuse me, Sir?”

“With great reluctance, Brandy. With great reluctance.”

After giving him a half-smile, she brushed past him.

Needing to compose herself, unable to immediately rejoin the festivities, she made her way to the ladies’ dressing room, where she had a locker.

Master Niles’s exquisite care, along with the fanciful notions about his haunted eyes, unraveled her, making her forget the lessons of the past two years.

No matter how tempting, she would never again allow anyone’s problems to occupy a large part of her mind.

By the time she’d tamed her hair, applied a fresh coat of mascara, and shimmied into a pair of panties, Master Niles had left the Den.

She exhaled, in equal amounts gratitude and regret.

With less enthusiasm than ever, Brandy resumed her duties.

Toward the end of the evening, she helped Mistress Catrina into her luxurious coat, and arranged the Domme’s long, beautiful hair so it looked gorgeous against the faux fur. Dressed all in black, the woman was stunning, and the way she carried herself, like a supermodel, only made her more beautiful.

“Thank you, little one,” Mistress said. “Makes me want to have you lick my boots.”

Brandy lowered her head. “If Milady wishes.”

“If I wasn’t ready to depart, I might have had you do that.” Mistress Catrina gave a soft sigh that was every bit as dramatic as she was.

The woman looked different without a young, half-naked man at the end of a leash, but that was part of the purpose of tonight’s gathering, a time for Doms and Dommes to relax without any draws on their attention. It appeared most were grateful for the opportunity, but even more eager to return to their submissives.

An hour later, when Master Marcus was leaving, she held his leather bomber jacket while he shrugged into it.

“Shall I have your vehicle brought around, Sir?”

“Thanks, no.” He shook his head. “Julia is at a spa in Winter Park, and I’m too impatient to join her. It’ll be faster to walk to my car.”

She smiled at his abrupt tone, as if being away from home and Julia even this long had been torture.

As Brandy opened the front door, a blast of cold evening air smacked her.

“Autumn in the Rockies,” he said, turning up his collar. “We’re in for an early snow.”

Once the sun had set, the temperature had plummeted.

She slammed the door closed and was grateful for the whisper of warm air from the heating vent.

Gregorio wandered into the foyer. “You’re quiet this evening.” He folded his arms across his chest in his typical manner that reminded her of a pirate.

Tonight he wore a black T-shirt and black jeans with black motorcycle boots accented with sturdy metal buckles at the ankle. “Did everything go okay with Master Niles?”

As if you weren’t watching. “Fine,” she replied.

When he said nothing, she added, “The man knows what he’s doing.”

“Don’t get your heart broken,” he warned.

Bristling, she scowled. “What the hell makes you say that?”

“Nothing more than a lucky guess.” He lifted a shoulder. “I was feeling you out. Your response was a bit touchy.”

“I’m not touchy,” she countered.

Maybe because he knew her better than almost anyone, he grinned. “Proved it.”

Irritated, she scowled. “You are sticking your nose in where it doesn’t belong.”

For a moment, silence hung between them.

Then he spoke softly, “You can’t fix everyone, Brandy.”

“Who said I want to fix him?”

“Don’t you?” Gregorio challenged.

He spread his legs, making him an unmovable object. She knew better than to try to push past him. Fierce protectiveness glittered in his dark eyes.

“It was a one-time thing. It’ll never happen again.” Which made her sad.

But Gregorio clearly wasn’t finished with the conversation. “Why did you invite him?”

Frustrated, defensive, she shot back, “Who said I initiated it?”

“Master Niles wouldn’t have.”

“You sound certain of that.”

“I am.” He waited for the span of a few seconds. “So why did you do it?”

She considered telling him it was none of his business. But everything that happened here was his business. That was part of why Master Damien hired him.

The resolution in his stance informed her that he’d stand there as long as it took for her to reply.

Had he been an interrogator in the past?

If so, she pitied whoever had been subject to his formidable scrutiny.

Finally, she sighed. “I’m not sure,” she admitted. Even she didn’t know what had come over her. “Something in his eyes…”

Gregorio remained silent.

Uncomfortable, she shifted. “I’m allowed to initiate a scene with the guests.”

“You are.” He nodded in acknowledgement.

“Fine.” He was impossible. “I’ll be careful.”

“I love you like a sister.”

Brandy gave him a wan smile. “You’re a bigger pain in the ass than an older sibling would be.” She had dozens of friends, a brother she hadn’t spoken with in months, and a fractured spirit. And when her life had been in tatters, Gregorio had been the one person who’d been there, solid and resolute.

After a painful breakup, she had poured her heart out to him. The next morning, she’d awakened before dawn on a couch at the Den. She’d been snuggled against Gregorio’s chest, and his arm was around her shoulder.

More than anyone, he had the right to question her about what she was thinking.

If her soul shattered again, he’d have to be the one to pick up the shards.

“Promise me you’ll be careful.”

“It meant nothing to him,” she said.

“You’re right,” he agreed. “But it might to you.” With that warning, he informed her she was going home.

“But I’m on duty until midnight,” she protested.

“You’re going home,” he repeated.

“But working will be good for me.”

“And being with your zoo is better.”

She smiled, accepting his teasing peace offering. “I prefer the term menagerie.”

“Zoo,”he insisted.

She gave him a quick hug.

After giving instructions to the valet to bring her car around, Gregorio pulled out her coat from the back of the closet. Then he helped her into it and walked her to her vehicle.

“You have my phone number,” he reminded her.

“I won’t need it.” She fastened the safety belt across her lap. “You would annoy the hell out of me if I didn’t love you so much.”

“You annoy me because I love you so much.” He closed the door and stepped back.

On the drive, she struggled to stay focused.

She arrived home to loud barks and a ridiculous number of meows, and she grinned.

Maybe Gregorio had been right.

She needed her menagerie of misfit and abandoned animals.

After taking care of them all, memories that she’d been shoving aside for the last hour returned full force.

And she realized she’d been frustrated with Gregorio because—damn him—he’d been right.

With Master Niles, she hadn’t been professional at all.

She’d wanted to scene with him, be with him. But she’d wanted him to see her as an individual, rather than a professional hired to perform a job.

Tonight, she’d broken one of her cardinal rules. She’d allowed their time together to mean something to her.

Brandy turned on the radio and cranked up the volume, hoping to drown out her thoughts.

How long had it been since she’d allowed herself to be a woman, to experience, to feel?

Suddenly, she was breathless.

Being with him, having him fuck her so hard that she’d all but forgotten her own name, brought her back to life.

Now what am I supposed to do?

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