Dark Desires
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DARK DESIRE
Desiree Holt
Erotic Romance
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Erotic Romance
Dark Desire
Copyright © 2012 Desiree Holt
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DARK DESIRE
Desiree Holt
Copyright © 2012
Chapter One
Risa Channing tipped the cab driver, gathered her leather coat around her and pressed the brass knocker on the heavy, carved wooden door. She did her best to tamp down a sudden flutter of nerves as the door to Club Fantasy swung open. She stepped into the warm, paneled reception area and tentatively smiled at the woman standing there.
“Hello, Lila.”
The two women had met when Risa filled out her membership application and took her on a tour of the dungeon.
“Welcome, Risa. We’re so pleased you’ve decided to join us.”
Risa nodded, hoping she’d be just as happy by the end of the evening. Unsatisfied for a long time with the Doms she’d played with—and the ones she’d had unfortunate relationships with—she hoped that she’d find here what she was looking for. More than that. What she’d craved.
When she’d met with Ruelas, the mysterious owner of Club Fantasy, she’d been very emphatic that she wanted a session with an experienced Dom who could take her to the next level of BDSM. She’d wanted such an experience for a long time, but until recently hadn’t had the nerve to go through with it. What if she hated it? Regretted it? Couldn’t play beyond the light level she was used to?
Too late now, kiddo.
“Ruelas is waiting for you in the lounge,” Lila told her, taking Risa’s coat and purse. They’d be put in a locker for her until she was ready to leave. “Have a good evening.”
I hope so.
“Thank you.”
Risa smoothed the short skirt and halter-top as she moved toward the lounge. She’d left her hair down tonight, swinging just below her shoulders. Beneath the skirt she wore a brand new scarlet thong. For luck. As she entered the lounge she saw Ruelas sitting on a curved section of a couch. Although he was of medium height he carried himself in a way as to seem much taller. He wore his blond hair in a long tail and was dressed in his signature navy silk shirt and pants. He spotted her and stood, his hand extended, a smile on his face.
“Good evening, Risa.” He lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles. “We’ve been waiting for you.”
The man sitting next to him rose, and immediately, Risa felt her thong dampen even as her mouth went dry. Like Ruelas, he appeared taller than he was his shoulders broad, and his chest and abs hard and flat, with a sexy dusting of dark hair. All the rippling muscles were easy to see because he was naked from the waist up. The rest of his body was clad in leather pants tight enough that she could see the thick bulge of his cock. Below that, he was barefoot. She notice
d his feet appeared as graceful as the rest of his body.
But it was his face that caught her attention. Framed by a thick fall of inky black hair, it was a warrior’s face, finely chiseled with a square jaw, startling blue eyes and lashes any woman would kill for. The power he exuded was so strong as to be nearly visible in the air around him. She could only stand there mesmerized, and so aroused she needed every bit of discipline to keep herself together.
Deep inside her something unfamiliar began to unwind like a coil tightened down for too long. Something teased at her emotions as well as her senses. Was she getting herself into something too deep here? She wasn’t looking for more than one night of intense pleasure. Was she?
“Risa,” Ruelas’ voice penetrated the fog wrapped around her brain. “This is Master J.”
Her eyes drank him in even as they kept returning to the significant bulge in his pants. She could hardly wait to feel that inside her. At his pleasure, of course.
Master J, in full Dom mode, did not extend his hand. Instead, he let his gaze travel slowly over every inch of her body, so penetrating was his stare that she might as well have been naked. He nodded at Ruelas.
“She will do very nicely.”
Ruelas smiled. “You know it is always my goal to please.” He looked at Risa. “I have passed along your desires to Master J and I assure you he can more than satisfy them. Beyond that, Risa, you can trust him completely.”
Her mouth was so dry she had to swallow before she could speak. Every nerve in her body vibrated and her pulse throbbed in her womb.
“Thank you, Ruelas.” She lowered her eyes. “And thank you, Master J.”
“The room is prepared for you,” the owner told the Dom. “Everything is as you requested.”
“Good. Then we shouldn’t waste any more time.”
Okay, so no small talk or let’s get acquainted.
Well, this was what she’d asked for, right? A complete Dom who would take her well into the next level of BDSM play. Someone who could satisfy the very dark desires that claimed her dreams and left her shaken when she awoke, more often than not, with her hand still on her clit. At first she’d been embarrassed to admit to herself that pain was a great aphrodisiac. But when she squeezed her nipples or her hard clit, cream gushed from her and her pussy flexed with spasms.
She’d tried to figure out a way to spank herself but the position was too awkward to do her any good, so she had to be contented with reading about it. Caning particularly appealed to her. The book she’d ordered online came with explicit photographs of women after they’d been caned and she ached for her ass to burn like theirs. To have hot stripes that made it difficult for her to sit anywhere. Whatever surface she chose would press against the residual soreness so the sweet pain was still with her wherever she went.
She’d spent weeks agonizing over the decision and then decided to apply for membership at Club Fantasy—a new environment for her and one that had by far the best reputation in the area as far as clientele went. She certainly hoped so, since the membership fee was steep.
But in the places where she’d belonged before, there was no one with whom she could see moving to another level. No one who had impressed her enough with his skills. Plus, with a new level of play, she wanted a new environment. Someplace where her old self wasn’t present and where she could explore new horizons freely without previous Doms offering to help her. There weren’t any she’d played with who connected with her enough to earn new experiences.
“Girl.” Master J’s deep voice was like a hot caress.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Follow me. Our evening is about to begin.”
The room he led her into looked much the same as others she’d been in, only more elaborate and luxurious. As Master J locked the door and adjusted the lighting, she took the opportunity to glance around.
The floor was covered with a thick carpet except for one large square that was polished hardwood. Risa expected that was for subs who needed to be punished in a kneeling position. No soft cushioning for them. The room also contained a padded spanking bench, manacles hanging from the ceiling with matching cuffs at floor level, a St. Andrews Cross, a cupboard pen to display a number of toys and instruments, and something she had only seen pictures of—an old-fashioned pillory.
The punishment equipment of years gone by.
The original ones had places for the head and hands to rest and hinged boards to keep them in place. The ones she’d read about, like this one, also had a place for a woman’s breasts to be contained. A fresh spate of cream soaked her thong as she imagined the things that could be done to a woman held helpless in the apparatus.
Risa stood waiting for instructions while Master J slowly walked around her. She could sense the impact of his gaze on her as he studied her from every angle.
“Before we begin, Ruelas gave me the specifics of your request,” he told her. “Look at me, Risa.” His voice was softer now.
She raised her eyes, questioning. “Yes, Master J?”
“Ruelas takes his requests very seriously. He wants to make sure that those he pairs together are a suitable match.” He brushed a stay strand of hair back from her face. “For what we are about to do—especially to take you to levels you’ve never reached before—there must be complete and absolute trust. I promise you that you have nothing to fear from me. You can trust me only to satisfy your desires and to stretch your limits, but not push you beyond them if it becomes too much for you. Do you understand?”
She nodded.
“I want you to tell me exactly what it is you’re seeking tonight. I want to hear it from you.”
Risa swallowed. She forced herself to keep her gaze on him while she answered.
“I have discovered that I want to explore greater levels of pain, to reach that point where the pain itself is a pleasure. To be helpless, except to do as you command me. To achieve the intense orgasms possible at that level. I—I’ve discovered that pain increases my pleasure, that it takes me to a place where things could be ever too much. And to please you because of that.”
His lips twitched as if he was holding back a smile. His gaze softened but there was still hunger flaring in his irises. Risa’s breath caught as the heat of his gaze seared her, sending shivers skating over the surface of her skin. She’d only wanted this one night, but suddenly she wanted much more than that. From him. With him. And the intensity of her need frightened her. She’d spent her entire life being careful not to let her emotions rule her mind, so how had this even happened?
“I have been a Dom for many years, Risa. I like to think I have pleased my subs, given them what they wanted, and that I did it well. That is the reason Ruelas selected me for this evening. I will never, ever take a sub to a point where it would be emotionally harmful. Give me your trust, Risa, and I will give you what you need. So I ask you now, are you ready for this evening?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Then before we begin, I must have your safe word.”
She had always used stoplight, figuring the significance of the word itself would help convey her meaning. But for tonight she’d chosen something else.
“Nightbird.”
Tonight she expected to fly.
Master J. tilted up her face with one finger beneath her chin. Something like humor momentarily flashed in his eyes.
“Then I will make sure you fly tonight.” He released her chin. “You know the rules. You will address me as Master or Master J. You may not ask questions unless I give you permission. You will speak only when spoken to except to use your safe word, which you will use only when you are certain you want me to stop. And you will obey my every command. Understood?”
“Yes, Master J.” His name sensuously rolled off her tongue.
Apparently satisfied with the atmosphere in the room, Master J took up a position in the center of the floor, legs apart, arms folded across his chest.
“Submissive pose, girl,” he ordered.
Risa obediently dropped to her knees before him, eyes downcast, head bowed, hands behind her back.
“Excellent. Rise and remove your clothing, everything except your shoes.”
Risa rose to her feet. Still keeping her gaze on the floor, she unfastened the halter-top and dropped it beside her. Trembling with anticipation she slid down the side zipper on her micro skirt, stepped out of it and let it fall on top of the halter. She hooked her thumbs into the thin elastic straps holding the thong in place and eased it down her legs, awkwardly balancing herself on her stiletto heels as she stepped out of it. But when she would have added it to the other items, Master J took it from her hands and pressed it to his face.
Closing his eyes, he inhaled.
“Exquisite. And so wet. I’m pleased that you are already so aroused.”
Risa just stood there, hands behind her back, thrilled that her scent pleased him.
“Turn around,” he commanded. “Slowly. I want to see every inch of you.”
She had only moved partway around when he clasped a hand around her arm and stopped her.
“Submissive pose.”
Immediately she sank to her knees, unease fluttering in her stomach. Had she done something to displease him already? What could it be? Would he decide to end the session? But when he gave the next order there was as much of a tone of possessiveness as of domination. Something was definitely happening between them. Holding her breath, she waited for his next order.
“Touch your forehead to the floor, knees wide apart. Yes, like that. Now reach behind you and separate the cheeks of your ass. I want to see every bit of you exposed.”