Chapter Eleven
Xia
The Entertainment Hall, Pearl Paradise, CDS’ private beach resort, Madeira Island...
“The one wearing only a pearl string?” Xia studied the petite blonde Rex had pointed out as his next potential.
“Yes, sub Storm. Very interesting woman. She’s a highly successful fashion designer with a well-known brand worldwide.”
“Hopefully, her brand includes more than just accessories,” she muttered under her breath.
“So, any initial thoughts?” Rex looked at her with an expectant smile.
“Well, that depends.” Xia straightened, taking a much-needed sip of the martini Master Coop had mixed for her.
“On what?”
“On whether you’re planning to stroke her like a meek little lamb or actually use her.” She peeked briefly at him before glowering at the blonde, who was currently sipping champagne like she’d never heard of calories. “She’d probably break like a brittle stick if you pound her too hard.”
“I can be gentle.” The freaking asshat had the audacity to smile and tweaked her side, just enough to make her breath hitch. “There’s a time and place for everything, subbie. A hard fuck when the mood strikes or a slow, deep ride when the moment calls for it.”
“Sounds thrilling... or is that boring?” She took another sip, all too aware of her cleavage straining against the corset like it was plotting a jailbreak. “Sounds a tad boring, but if that’s her jam... knock yourself out, Master R.”
Rex’s gaze dropped, lingering just long enough on her breasts to make her skin burn. “You seem... distracted.”
“Just admiring your taste in stick figures.” She gestured vaguely at her own chest, where her ladies finally seemed to behave. “To be honest, I never pegged you for a small-boob man.” Her cheeks heated as his eyes once again dropped to her straining breasts.
“Generally, I’m not, but you know the saying...” He lifted his gaze to grin at her. “You can drool over the menu, as long as you dine at home.”
“Not sure if a gentle seductive ride is going to be satisfied by drooling over a good hard fuck for the rest of your life, but again... if you’re willing to go that far for wedded bliss...”
“Never underestimate the resilience of a petite woman, Angel. I’ve had my fair share and believe me, they can take a rough ride as well as anyone.”
“Hmm... so, your main requirement in finding Mrs. Perfect is good sex and a beautiful but thin or petite woman?” She held up a finger. “Oh, I almost forgot... is that a soul connection first, followed by good sex and a stick body?”
“You’ve got the first one. The jury is still contemplating the authenticity of the rest.”
Xia’s fingers tightened around her glass.
Oh, he was pushing it. Here she was, all curves and fire, and he was treating her like she was invisible.
Sure, she couldn’t compete with a stick figure, but she had assets—beauty, brains, a wicked tongue, and enough cushion to take a pounding any time of day.
Yet, here he was, dining out while she was stuck drooling at home.
Not. Fucking. Cool. The blonde received another hard glare. So, what’s his case? Why am I back to being dust under his boots—especially after he had me begging for more... and fucking me to kingdom come last night?
A shiver coursed down her spine as he leaned closer. Damn the man for having such a profound effect on me!
Goosebumps rippled all over her body as his words rumbled in her ear.
“To be honest, little subbie, I much rather prefer a softer ride... like the one your body offered.” He sat back and contemplated his chosen potential.
“Perhaps sub Storm isn’t quite as suitable as I first imagined.
Hmm... yeah... definitely going to have to relook at my list.”
“Meaning?” Xia was still shivering from his warm breath brushing against her ear.
“Storm just dropped off the potential list, but since I already committed to scene with her, I have to honor it. So, your evaluation won’t be required, but what you can do is stroll around and find new potentials for my list..
. preferably ones with more... padding and curves.
I find my experience with you last night reminded me that I have always had a preference for soft, rounded hips to grasp while I pound my cock into a wet pussy. ” He got off the barstool.
“My scene with Storm will be over in about an hour. Be sure to have a new potential for a second scene around midnight. I feel that I’m definitely going to need a rough fuck tonight, so choose well, Ms. Foster.
” He tapped her on the chin. “Otherwise...” Wiggling his eyebrows, he turned and headed for the petite blonde.
His meaning didn’t elude her. Either he had a potential wife to take to his bed, or it would fall to Xia as a stand-in for his needs.
“Well, Master R... I guess I would have to make sure your night ends exactly the way you wish...” She snorted under her breath as she looked around and noticed the subs eyeballing the tall, bald Master striding across the room.
The whispered vow held the conviction that he was her potential.
.. her one and only potential for a husband, “By making sure every one I choose has some flaw that’ll irritate you.
If you’re gonna have a rough fuck tonight, Master R, it’s gonna be with me. ”
DD - The sinister CDS member
The Entertainment Hall, Pearl Paradise...
Now, isn’t that interesting? Perhaps I should put my plan on ice for a couple of months.
From the little tidbits he had overheard by sticking close to Rex Oliver and the curvy brunette, he now knew for certain his archenemy was on the hunt for a wife. His gaze sharpened on the woman sipping a martini.
The life of a wife is a much better bargaining tool in the game we’re playing... And I know just who to use to give me all the inside gossip on the progress of the most popular Master R.
Smirking, DD pushed away from the pillar he had been lounging against and strolled to the bar. His target sat perched on a barstool. His fingers itched to trace the edges of her luscious curves that were poured into a black corset dress.
He slid onto the stool next to her. “The beautiful Angel... what a delightful surprise running into you again.”
The brunette turned. He smiled as recognition flickered in her eyes.
“Ahh, the ferryman himself.” Her lips twitched into a smile. “Though I suspect that was just a coincidence.”
“Nothing about our meeting was coincidental, little one.” He gestured to the bartender. “Scotch, neat. And another martini for the lady.”
“I haven’t finished this one yet.”
“You will.”
She paused mid-sip at the conviction those words carried. Her eyes narrowed slightly even as her body instinctively responded to his dominance.
“Awfully presumptuous of you... hmm, you never did tell me your name.”
“You may call me Master DD. It’s not presumption, little dove, it’s memory....” His voice dropped low as he leaned closer. “As I recall, you were quite responsive to direction during our chat on the ferry. I got the impression you were ready to scene with a real Dom?”
A becoming flush crept up her neck. “That was before I realized how arrogant ferry passengers could be.”
“Careful, pet. That sass of yours is writing checks your ass might have to cash later.” DD was delighted. Subs at the clubs he frequented walked wide circles around him since he was known as the devil Dom, who made a submissive forget she had a safeword to use.
“Bold of you to assume I’m interested in making any deposits.”
DD’s smile turned predatory as her breathing quickened slightly.
“Your body’s telling a different story.” His eyes skimmed over her.
“You have very obvious tells, my pet. The way you’re gripping that glass.
.. the flush on your skin...” He traced a finger along her bare shoulder.
“And the delightful way your nipples are straining against that corset. You remember what I said on the ferry, don’t you? ”
“Vaguely.” The slight tremor in her voice betrayed her attempt at nonchalance. “Something about checking if I knew the true difference between playing at submission and truly surrendering?”
“Good girl. You do remember.” He took a slow sip of his scotch, dark eyes holding hers. “I always keep my promises, Angel. The question is... are you ready to stop playing games?”
The double meaning hung between them. He wasn’t just talking about sexual submission, but the little subbie couldn’t know that yet.
Her lips parted to respond, but movement across the room caught her attention. He followed her eyes. Rex was heading toward the dungeon with a pearl-wrapped sub. Something flashed in her eyes as she turned back to face him.
“Games can be fun, Master DD. Especially when played with the right... opponent.”
“Partner, my little dove,” he corrected softly, dangerously. “And yes, they certainly can be. Particularly when both players know exactly what’s at stake.”
“Very well, Sir. I’m game for a scene.” She folded her arms across her chest, pushing the already ample breasts higher. “But no sex.”
“Hmm... disappointing, but since I’m looking for more than sexual gratification with this scene, that’s not a problem.”
Her frown warned him that she picked up on his innuendo.
“Exactly what are you looking for then, Master DD?”
“A connection... for starters.”
“What kind of connection?” She eyed him with open suspicion.
A slow smile curved DD’s lips as he caught the sharp intelligence in her gaze. This one was dangerous and far more perceptive than he had anticipated. Time to redirect.
“Now, now, little dove. When a Master says connection, it doesn’t always have hidden meanings.” He traced the rim of his glass. “Sometimes it’s exactly what it says on the tin—the pure, primal exchange of power between a Dom and sub.”
Angel’s eyes narrowed slightly. “And sometimes it’s a pretty bow wrapped around ulterior motives.”