Part 21 (2/2)

Another stinging lash snapped against her a.s.s and she gasped, wis.h.i.+ng Master Brent would f.u.c.k her. The lashes continued to fall with no discernible rhythm and in no particular place. Both sides of her a.s.s, her thighs, and her back were going to be striped with Master Brent's attentions and she would mourn them when they disappeared.

When the lashes suddenly stopped and Master Brent turned her again, she cried out from the sudden lack of intense sensations. She whimpered, and he nipped at her neck as he turned her.

He lifted her off her feet, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he thrust inside her hard. As the head of his hard c.o.c.k hit her cervix, she cried out as pleasure flooded through her body, but she still hovered on the sharp edge of her building o.r.g.a.s.m.

Master Brent tugged firmly on her nipple chain while he plunged back inside her repeatedly. Her body tightened and then shattered, pleasure exploding over her in a tsunami of s.h.i.+mmering waves.

Master Brent continued to pound into her, rattling on her nipple chain at just the right times to build her up or send her soaring again.

She lost count of how many o.r.g.a.s.ms she had, and sweat had begun to trickle under her collar and her arms began to ache. She was close to giving Master Brent a ”yellow” when he shouted and continued to thrust into her through his own o.r.g.a.s.m.

When he slowed and slid out of her she was left balancing on the b.a.l.l.s of her feet, sweaty and soaring, facing a crowd who watched her with l.u.s.t-filled gazes. It was enough to make her crave another o.r.g.a.s.m.

d.a.m.n, Master Brent hadn't lied. This was extremely addictive.

He stepped close as the scent of musky citrus filled her senses. Master Brent gently pulled on her nipple chain, shooting sensation straight to her aching c.l.i.t. ”I love you, Sandra. With all my heart and soul. And I pledge to always take care of you and pleasure you for the rest of our lives.”

Sandra sucked in a breath. ”And I love you, Brent. But my mind isn't coherent enough to tell you how much.”

He firmly yanked her nipple chain and then his slick finger rubbed firmly over her c.l.i.t, making her explode once again. She rode out the flowing ripples that raged through her and then gave herself up to subs.p.a.ce.

Epilogue.

Sandra walked hand in hand with her new husband along the bank of the Thames. Since he had business in London, they had decided to tack their honeymoon onto the two-day business trip.

She had never been outside the country, so she was loving every minute, especially the afternoon teas!

He guided her into a small cafe and ordered wine for both of them, and she gave a happy sigh at the whirlwind the last few days had been.

Since neither she nor Brent had any immediate family aside from those at Club Desire and a few from her old dungeon in New York, they had held a beautiful wedding down in Bas.e.m.e.nt 4 with dancing, wonderful food, and all the tr.i.m.m.i.n.gs.

The justice of the peace who had come to perform the ceremony had been decidedly reluctant to come inside the Club, but after he had been a.s.sured that the wedding would be entirely G-rated, he had relented, and after the ceremony had even joined in the celebration and dancing.

Her old roommate, Darla, had been her matron of honor and Mich.e.l.le, her bridesmaid. Dex had both given Sandra away and had acted as Brent's best man, with Jake, Logan, and Cameron standing up with him as well.

It was more beautiful than Sandra could ever have imagined, and she had been stunned to find out that being Brent's wife meant that everyone considered her an owner of Club Desire as well.

She supposed since Arizona was a community property state that was true enough, but that didn't explain everyone's att.i.tude change toward her overnight. They treated her as if she now understood all the inner workings of Club Desire just as well as Brent and Dex and had the same decision-making power. She had a lot to learn to fulfill that new role, along with her day job, but Brent was mentoring her and seemed excited about having her as his business partner as well as his wife and sub.

She was happier than she had ever thought possible, and her past memories seemed farther and farther away with each pa.s.sing day.

When the waiter returned with their wine, Brent turned to her with mischief dancing in his blue eyes. ”How about a light lunch? You'll need your energy for later,” he teased, hinting at their plans for tonight.

She smiled and nodded, giving the waiter her order and gazing into her husband's adoring eyes.

Tonight they were visiting a local dungeon. A friend of Brent's had recommended the place and had contacted the owner to get them in as VIPs.

Sandra had her bag with her that contained her collar, her nipple chains, and some of her other favorite toys, and she couldn't wait.

She turned her head to look at her new husband as he sipped his wine and her heart swelled. She still couldn't believe that he was hers in every way. But that didn't stop her from enjoying the h.e.l.l out of it.

When he caught her looking at him, a large smile curved his lips and he pulled her to him, capturing her mouth, expertly plundering her until she was breathless, uncaring about who saw them.

”Hmm, my beautiful wife. I think we might need to head to the dungeon now rather than later. I don't think either of us can wait too much longer.”

Even though they had made love in the shower and then again on the bed before they left the hotel room several hours ago, Brent was right. She needed him. After all, this was their honeymoon and they had to take full advantage of it.

”Let's go.”

In loving memory of Judi Thoman/Brit Blaise, who was my inspiration to branch out into the erotic genre, as well as my longtime friend and mentor. I wouldn't be here if she hadn't befriended me back in 2003 and started our wonderful b.u.t.terscotch Martini Girls critique group.

Acknowledgments.

Huge thanks to my critique group, The b.u.t.terscotch Martini Girls, and especially Cheyenne McCray and Kayce La.s.siter for all the brainstorming, laughter, and wonderfully insightful and honest critiques. You guys keep me sane.

For the love of my life, Jon, and my wonderful son, Darian. Thank you for all your love, support, and patience with a woman who lives in her own fantasy world, and talks to and argues with imaginary characters. I love you both dearly.

To my wonderful agent, Paige Wheeler, for always believing in me, even in the tough times.

To my terrific editor, Sue Grimshaw, who gave me a shot at getting back into the game!.

BY Ca.s.sIE RYAN.

Seducing the Succubus.

The Demon and the Succubus.

Club Desire.

My Obsession.

Writing as Tina Gerow.

Sleeping with Shadows.

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