Tugging on her miniscule costume, Jenny tried to cover as
much of herself as possible. She wasn’t a prude but she wasn’t an
exhibitionist either. At least, not normally. “The least you could do is
let me grab my coat,” she protested as he hustled her into the elevator.
“Don’t worry, you won’t get cold,” Damon replied as the
door closed and he backed her into the corner. The mirrored wall chilled
her almost naked flesh, and she shivered.
“I…I’m fine,” she murmured as she inhaled a shaky breath.
She’d set out to get his attention. Now that she had it, she didn’t know
how to proceed.
“That you are.” Releasing the clip on her headdress, he
unwound the veil from her face. “It’s a shame to hide such beauty.”
Jenny gulped.
Pulling the veil loose, he held it by both ends and
dropped it down her back to her waist. With a tug, he pulled her to him.
Stumbling on her three-inch heels, she bumped against his unyielding
frame. Even with heels, he still towered over her and she raised her
head to meet his heavy-lidded gaze. “Damon.”
Her eyes lowered to his mouth as his head dipped toward
hers. A small whimper escaped her lips as he hesitated briefly.
“Beautiful,” he whispered brushing her mouth in a fleeting caress. She
rose up on her toes following his warm, whiskey scented breath.
“So hungry.” He trailed her lower lip with his tongue.
“Umm.” Raising his head, his thumb brushed her lower lip. “Delicious.”
“Kiss me, Damon.”
“I should. I should take you right here.”
Jenny’s heart pounded. She no longer felt the cold. His
warmth permeated her flesh. Running a hand under his jacket, she felt
his heart race. He wanted her. She licked her lips as his head slowly
lowered. Oh, lord. Am I dreaming? Is this really
happening?
The ding of the elevator doors broke them apart.
Thankfully, the lobby was mostly empty and the valet didn’t raise an
eyebrow at her costume. She assumed he’d seen plenty tonight.
“I’m glad the windows are tinted.”
“So am I. Take off your top,” he demanded.
“What?”
“You have no idea what you’ve done. Offering yourself as
my sex slave, complete with a whip.” His eyes flashed from the traffic
to her.
“It was a joke.” She wiggled in the seat seeking a
position that would ease the ache in her pussy.
“I’m not laughing and neither were any of the other men
in that room.” Damon whipped the car into a nearly empty parking lot and
killed the engine.
“Damianos!”
“You called me Master, earlier.”
“I…uh.”
“It’s too late, you let the beast out and he wants to
play.”
The coins on her halter jingled as he pulled her into his
lap. The steering wheel at her back trapped her close against him. His
strong arms engulfed her sliding her sensuously against his firm chest.
Jenny struggled to breath, the heady scent of arousal hung heavy in the
air. “Damon,” she groaned.
Burrowing under his jacket, her hands skimmed his heavily
muscled chest. He was hairy. She could feel it through his silk shirt.
Shifting, she tried to get closer. “The whip is digging into my side.”
A husky chuckle erupted from his lips. He brushed the
tail of the whip against her arm. “That’s not the whip.”
“Oh!” She felt heat rise in her cheeks as her pussy
gushed with need.
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