Slow Burn

“What do you see?”

Makenna jumped, sending diet soda over the rim of her glass to splash on the polished hardwood floor. The question, unexpectedly sexy and growly against her ear, rocketed sparks of desire down her spine.

Although they’d never been introduced, she’d recognize his commanding baritone anywhere. For at least a year, Zachary Denning had starred in her dreams and strolled through her fantasies.

The renowned Dominant was ridiculously rich, movie-star handsome, a battlefield hero…and a notorious heartbreaker. Master Zachary could have any woman on the planet, and from what she’d witnessed—tonight even—fans clamored for his attention.

So why are you talking to me?

“I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

She started to turn, but he clamped his strong hands on her shoulders, igniting a firestorm inside her.

“No. Please. Stay where you are.”

Her pulse skittered, and her breath caught. Did he have any idea how intoxicating his effect was on her?

“That scene has you fascinated.”

Since she was momentarily speechless, she settled for nodding.

Every few months, she and her friends from a businesswomen’s group attended a play party here at the home of Las Vegas’s hottest legal eagles, Diana and Alcott Hewitt.

Not only were the couple partners at the law firm bearing their name, but they owned one of the city’s most unique properties—a house that was over twenty thousand square feet with grounds that sprawled over three large lots. The U-shaped home had an amazing courtyard complete with lush tropical foliage and a swimming pool with attached hot tub. Beyond it was a dramatic and rather noisy waterfall. And for clandestine meetings, a grotto was tucked away in the darkest recesses of the garden.

This evening, Makenna stood in front of her favorite place, an observation room, complete with one-way glass. The hot BDSM scene transpiring between her hosts held her riveted. That was the only explanation possible for not noticing Master Zachary’s arrival.

“Tell me what you see.” It was his second prompt, and command laced his request, compelling an obedience she’d never before experienced.

Unnerved by the billionaire as much as her own response to him, she cleared her throat. “I was about to move on.”

“Were you?” His tone was warm, with an underlying mocking note. He’d caught her in a lie and called it out.

Impossibly he moved in closer. She imagined the abrasive rub of his pants against the bare skin of her legs.

Master Zachary had a reputation as a considerate Dominant, which meant she could excuse herself and make an escape at any time. Maybe that was why she remained rooted in place.

“You want to watch every moment until the very end.” He slid the words into her ear, his breath warm on her already heated skin. “That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?”

In a rush, she exhaled the painful admission. “Yes.”

On the other side of the glass, Master Alcott held up a palm. Diana, naked and collared, sank to her knees and lowered her head. Then, in a move both beautiful and practiced, she cupped her breasts, offering them—and herself—to her Dominant.

“Is that what you want? To be in that position?”

Frantically Makenna shook her head. “I’m not much of a submissive.” But if she were, it would be with Master Zachary. He was blessed by the gods with an exquisite body.

“You’re not much of a submissive?” A gentle tease roughened his question. “You haven’t moved from this place for at least ten minutes.”

Which meant he’d been watching her. Had he noticed the way she squirmed when Master Alcott stripped his wife? “Ah…I find it interesting.” Makenna cleared her throat. “A curiosity.”

“Are you aroused?”

“What?” Heat rushed through her. She was glad he couldn’t see the way excitement vanquished her shock.

“Is your pussy wet?”

Oh my God. Embarrassment clogged her throat.

“Be brave.”

She couldn’t.

“Take a chance. For me.”

Because his order was as compelling as it was nonnegotiable, she nodded.

“I’d like to hear the words.”

“Yes.” Could she do this? Could she not? “I’m wet.”

“That pleases me immensely. Yet you hesitated. What are you afraid of?”

“I’m an event planner. I deal with brides and demanding C-types all day long. Nothing scares me.” She tried for an air of lightness she didn’t feel.

“There are things in this world that are absolutely terrifying.”

Of course he would know. She’d read an article about his exploits in her favorite gossip magazine, Scandalicious. Though he was from a wealthy background, all the Denning men were expected to serve their country. He’d graduated from a military academy and served heroically in battle before joining the family business. How they made their money, she had no idea. But she’d heard plenty of whispers.

He eased closer, rocketing a response through her and forcing her to admit she was afraid of something. Him.

In front of them, Master Alcott took a bit gag down from the wall. His obedient wife continued to stare at him and, without being told, opened her mouth. He placed the gag between her teeth, checked it for fit, then buckled the strap tightly behind her head.

At the sight of Diana’s compliance, a bizarre buzzing scrambled around Makenna’s ears.

“Describe the scene to me.”

Like a moment ago, his command was absolute. Zachary Denning was a man accustomed to being obeyed. The problem was, until now, even though she had her private daydreams, she wasn’t a woman accustomed to being told what to do.

“I’m waiting.”

This surreal experience was giving her the opportunity to live out her fantasies, if only for the moment. Despite a rush of nervousness, she spoke. “Master Alcott is helping Diana to stand.” Makenna tightened her fingers around her glass. “Now she’s walking to the center of the room where there’s a massage type of table.”

“Keep going.”

Is this really happening? “She’s bending at the waist, and he’s securing her wrists to the far end of the table.”

“So she can’t move?”

Makenna squirmed. “Not much.”

“So theoretically Master Alcott can do whatever he wants to her?”

A shiver rippled through her. “Yes.”

“And since she’s gagged, she can’t say anything. She can’t beg for mercy or protest in any way.”

Words failed her.

“Do you wonder what it might be like to be in there? To be completely helpless to your Dominant’s whims? To have others watching you?”

Her mouth dried. She took a sip of the soda, trying to ignore the fact that her hand was shaking. “Of course not. I’ve already told you I’m not submissive.”

His soft chuckle was more of a scoff. “And your reactions tell a different story. Your breathing.” He stroked a finger down the side of her throat. “The fluttering here.” He pressed a thumb against her pulse.

If he hadn’t kept one hand clamped on her shoulder, she would have fled.

“You haven’t told me to go to hell.”

Because foolishly she wanted this.

“Let me take your drink, Makenna.”

Her pulse skipped a beat, then slammed the next dozen together. “How do you know who I am?” Maybe she should have selected a scene name to hide her identity, though she suspected he would dig through as many layers as it took to discover the information he wanted.

“I make it my business to know all of Diana and Alcott’s guests, particularly the beautiful ones.”

Beautiful? Not at all, and especially not when compared to the women he was known to date. Despite eating more lettuce than a rabbit, skipping chocolate for long enough to bankrupt Switzerland, and sweating at the gym three times a week, she had bulges and ripples everywhere. “I’m afraid you have the wrong person.”

“Be assured, I don’t.”

What game are you playing?

With a strength that gave her no chance to run, he turned her to face him. For a moment, he stroked her shoulders, so sensually that her insides began to unravel. Then, when he tightened his fingers again, she tipped back her head to meet his gaze.

This close, he made her tremble.

He wore black trousers rather than leather pants or jeans. Light winked off the masculine gold ring and expensive watch that he wore. A tailored white dress shirt conformed to his body, emphasizing the athletic cut and definition of his well-honed biceps. Expensive shoes added an inch or two to his height, not that he needed it. He was already over six feet tall, towering over her, even in her heels.

His strong jaw was set in a firm line. But his eyes grabbed her attention. They were dark and deep—a blue-gray like the Atlantic during a tumultuous storm. Tiny grooves were carved next to them. Master Zachary had clearly seen more of life than she ever would, and it gave him an air of confidence, of mastery. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t bear to look away from the intensity that suddenly blazed in his expression.

At that moment, a male server wearing tight black slacks and a red bowtie approached.

Master Zachary finally released her to take her glass. After placing it on the tray, he snagged a napkin to wipe up her earlier spill.

His thoughtfulness surprised her.

When they were alone once more, he took a slight step back and swept his gaze over her. If what her ex-boyfriend said was true, Master Zachary was cataloging her numerous flaws.

“Gorgeous. Simply gorgeous.”

She blinked at his reaction.

“Now, I’d like your legs shoulder width apart.”

She had no idea what he had in mind, but if she offered him the control he wanted, she would be changed forever.

“You’re hesitating. And again, you haven’t told me to go to hell.”

Master Zachary’s presence was as undeniable as it was compelling.

“Courage, Makenna. Why not seize the moment?”

With a shaky breath, she did as he’d instructed, terribly aware of how short her skirt was.

“You follow directions well. You please me.”

His approval weakened her knees. It had been so, so long…

“Now face the scene again.”

As before, he placed his hands on her shoulders, but this time, his grip was possessive.

While they watched, Master Alcott slid his hand between Diana’s legs. The woman arched her back, as if silently asking for more.

“Please continue your narration.”

“Master Alcott seems to be stroking Diana’s…” Makenna trailed off. “Her clit.”

“And does she seem to be enjoying it?”

“Yes.” As much as possible, Diana lifted her body, seemingly begging for her Master’s touch. Makenna couldn’t help but picture herself in Diana’s place, with Zachary’s strong fingers parting her labia.

Master Alcott moved away. Diana’s hips swayed side to side gently and invitingly.

“What is he doing?” Master Zachary asked.

“Ah…” Her eyes widened. “He’s getting… Oh my God.” Little points of metal winked in the overhead lights. “Vampire gloves.”

“Have you ever used them?”

She shook her head. Then she revealed more than she intended. “I haven’t experienced most things related to BDSM.” Truth was, while she yearned for more, she lacked the courage.

“And are you curious?”

“About the gloves in particular?” She shivered as Master Alcott checked the fit and flexed his fingers. “No. They terrify me.”

“I can understand that. Yet the simultaneous dance of pain and pleasure can be addictive.”

The image of Master Zachary exploring her body sashayed through her mind.

Intently focused, Master Alcott traced the little spikes up the outsides of his wife’s thighs, then the insides, forcing her to rise onto her toes.

Diana turned her head to the side, so Makenna could read her expression. As the Dominant neared his submissive’s pussy, she closed her eyes.

Instead of touching her most intimate place, he grabbed hold of her buttocks and squeezed.

Makenna yelped.

Master Zachary chuckled. “Sympathy reaction?”

“That had to hurt.”

“Most likely.”

Master Alcott said something inaudible before uncurling his fingers to spank the tops of Diana’s thighs. Though Makenna winced, the submissive wore a soft smile.

“He knows what she likes and ensures she receives it.”

When Master Alcott again traced his way up the insides of her thighs, Diana parted her legs as far as her restraints allowed, giving herself over to her Dominant. She didn’t pull away when he reached her apex.

“Notice the way he’s taking in every one of her responses.”

To Makenna this was about far more than BDSM. Submitting would mean she trusted a man to keep her best interests at the forefront, something she’d never experienced.

Diana wiggled her ass in invitation, and her Dominant removed his gloves, then picked up a serious-looking broad leather paddle and used it on the places he’d scratched.

Desire drove Makenna out of her mind, and she whimpered, even though she tried to hold it back.

“Have you ever been spanked like that?”

Tiny shakes overtook her. “I’ve never been spanked at all.”

“Would you like a taste?”

God. Yes. “I…”

“Do you have a safe word?”

Though she’d never needed one, this was something she was familiar with. “Red.”

“And green to let me know you’re okay?”

Driven by the response unfurling in her, she nodded.

“Yellow to slow down?”

At this moment, she couldn’t imagine ever wanting to say that.

“Tell me what you want.”

No one was near, and she was fully dressed. “Green.”

“Very good.” Master Zachary slid his forearm in front of her. “You can brace yourself on me.”

Before she could respond, he squeezed her right buttock, and she sighed. It had been so long, and his touch, even through her clothing, made her delirious.

“I smell your arousal.” His statement was a silken scandal, unraveling her resistance.

Firm, but not too hard, he delivered a single swat.

“Ohh.”

“Green?”

She nodded.

“Remove your panties for me?”

Shock froze her vocal cords.

A primal part of her brain recognized that he was forcing her to be part of the experience.

He didn’t press her again. Instead, he remained silent, allowing her the space to make a decision.

This was mortifying. If she took them off, he’d know what size they were. One time, she’d accidentally left a pair in the dryer, and her ex had picked them out, then brought them to her and mentioned that he’d had no idea she was that big.

She wasn’t sure she could endure that kind of embarrassment ever again.

“Makenna?”

“I, uh…” Maybe it was better he know all her flaws from the beginning. Not that it mattered. After tonight, she’d never have the opportunity to be with him again.

With a sigh, she used his arm for balance as she removed the bikini-cut underwear.

“Perfect. Now give them to me.”

Unable to help herself, she turned as much as possible, hoping to read his expression. The only thing visible was the cold, hard set of his jaw. “You’re serious?”

“I’m not known for my sense of humor when giving my submissive a command.”

She shuddered. Though they’d been together less than five minutes, and he’d barely touched her, her mind already spun out of control.

“Your obedience would give me great pleasure.” His growly, gravelly, turned-on voice was persuasive as fuck.

With a sigh of resignation, she crouched to scoop up the lace and satin.

“Thank you.” He plucked the material from her nerveless fingers and tucked his prize into his pocket. “I’ll reward you with several spanks.”

Reward? Before she could form the question, he slipped his arm back into place and kept his promise, four times in quick succession.

Then he went on, delivering dozens more, matching the cadence of the ones that Diana was receiving.

Each stroke was hard but dulled by the material that covered her skin. She loved the way he curved his fingers into her, firmly and possessively.

It was mesmerizing and seductive, leaving her dizzy and hungry.

When he finished, Makenna jerked, but he was there, tightening his hold, offering support.

“How was that?”

Breath constricted in her chest. “I’m not entirely sure.”

“Can you try to explain?”

Makenna scowled. How was she supposed to answer him? She dug deep in order to understand her own reaction. “It hurt. But it went away fast. And it was only one…”

“Ass cheek?” The suggested words, fed softly into her ear, were light, despite the fact that he said he wasn’t known to joke around. “And you want to have a longer, more authentic experience?”

In front of her, the paddling continued. Diana’s eyes were closed, and her breaths were long and relaxed.

“Wondering what it might be like to be as euphoric as Diana?”

Because her back was to him, she found an honesty she hadn’t with any other man. “Yes.”

“Good. Because I want to give you exactly that. And for what I have in mind, we need a little more privacy.”

Run.

“Accompany me to the grotto.”

She couldn’t go any further with him. If she did, she might fall off an emotional cliff, never to recover. “I’m not your type, Master Zachary.”

“On the contrary. You absolutely are.” He brushed aside a long lock of her blonde hair. “Stunning.” Then he placed a gentle kiss on the side of her neck. “Curvy.”

That was a kind word, unlike the one her ex had used to describe her.

“Inexperienced yet interested.”

Maybe the fact that she hadn’t fawned all over him was the appeal. But to her, this was no game. “And you want to be the one to corrupt me?”

“In every way I can think of. And ruin you for every other man.”

As if he hadn’t already. “That’s quite…egotistical.”

“Not in the least.”

Even though Master Alcott continued to spank his wife, he moved his free hand between her legs to masturbate her.

The peaceful expression on her face vanished, and she bucked wildly, Diana arched toward her Dominant. He rubbed her even harder. Seconds later, she went still before collapsing with a gentle shudder.

Master Alcott faced the glass and smiled, then pressed a button to close the blinds, effectively ending the scene. There was no longer any reason for Master Zachary to stay with her.

“What will it be, my innocent?”

If Makenna didn’t seize this moment, would it ever happen again? Her innate sense of preservation warred with her desire to give herself over to the moment.

When she met his gaze and read promise and urgency, she was lost. Everything he offered, she wanted.

“Are you brave enough to turn yourself over to me for the next hour to see what pleasure awaits you?”

“Makenna!”

At the exclamation, she looked up to see her friend, Avery, striding toward her, accompanied by her fiancé and Dominant, Master Cole Stewart.

“I won’t forget that we have unfinished business.” Master Zachary’s promise was rich and foreboding.

Fortunately she was saved from replying as Avery swept her into a hug.

The men shook hands, and once again, Master Zachary’s ring caught a light beam. This time, two emeralds winked, even more noticeable because a similar flash came from the ring Master Cole wore.

After everyone had exchanged greetings, Masters Zachary and Cole turned slightly for a quiet conversation.

Makenna appreciated seeing her friends as it gave her a hint of normalcy. “I didn’t know you were going to be here.”

“It was last minute.” Avery, with her signature sweep of pink in her blonde hair, glanced toward her future husband before leaning closer to Makenna and lowering her voice. “Master Cole bought this outfit for me.” She twirled around.

Avery’s short skirt flared out, then settled over her hips with a teasing swish. Her black mesh shirt was formfitting, low-cut, and sexy.

“I love it.” And she adored the fact that her friend was radiant.

“He wanted me to save it for our honeymoon, but I was dying to wear it.”

“Now he’ll have to buy you something else.”

“Exactly!” Avery grinned.

“Speaking of your honeymoon…?”

“Finally. Yes. Everything is arranged, thanks to you.” Avery exhaled.

“Good.” One of her professional acquaintances, Elizabeth Gallagher, had been promoted to a VP position in the Sterling Hotel organization. She was a whiz at securing the high-end accommodations at luxurious resorts.

“We’re going to a private island in the Caribbean. We’ll have a chef, if we want it, groceries delivered by boat, great sunsets, snorkeling, sunshine. It should be”—Avery glanced at her fiancé, who was still talking to Master Zachary—“memorable.”

“Sounds perfect.”

“I still have a million details that are keeping me up at night.” Avery sighed. “Tell me we’re still meeting on Tuesday.”

“Wouldn’t miss it. We have five o’clock reservations for the martini bar at the Bella Rosa.” Though they were friends, Makenna was also Avery’s wedding planner, and they liked to combine business with pleasure every chance they had.

“Do you mind if we invite Zara?”

“That would be great.” Makenna nodded. “I haven’t seen her in a month or so.”

“Good. Some girl time will help my stress level. And I want to work my way through the happy hour menu, starting with the Italian Wedding Cake drink.” Avery grinned.

“If you love it, we can add it to your cocktail hour menu.”

“Something other than wine or beer? I like the idea. Budget? What budget?”

Avery was a numbers whiz, and she watched every penny. But Cole wanted to give her a wedding fit for a princess, and he was willing to foot the bill, much to Avery’s consternation. She would have been happy with a small event at one of Las Vegas’s wedding chapels or even elopement, but Cole was insistent on everything being first class.

After a resigned shrug, Avery slid a glance toward Master Zachary. “Now tell me about you and Master Dreamboat.”

Makenna laughed. Avery was one of the few people who knew about her long-term attraction to the stern Dominant. But Makenna had never expected that he’d actually choose her over the throngs of women who hounded him. “I’m not sure what to say.” She sighed. “Or what I’m doing.”

“Are you enjoying yourself?”

“More than I thought possible.”

“Good.” Avery smiled. “And I’m going to want all the details on Tuesday.”

“I wouldn’t think otherwise.” Truthfully Makenna was grateful she knew someone she could share her emotions with. No doubt it was going to take some time to sort through them all.

“If you need me before that, make sure you call. Anytime. Night or day. I mean it.”

“Thank you.” Makenna gave her friend another quick hug.

The two men—self-assured and gorgeous Dominants—ended their conversation, and Cole lightly touched Avery’s shoulder. “If you’ll excuse us, I’m anxious to get my future bride to her appointment at the spanking bench.”

Avery smiled shyly.

“Shall we?”

“Yes, Sir.” Then she gave Makenna a little wave. “Tuesday. All the details.”

For a moment, Makenna watched the couple walk away. Master Cole placed his palm against the curve of Avery’s back in a protective, easy intimacy.

Makenna had never experienced anything similar. Her parents had been cool toward their only child, somewhere between indifferent and aloof. As a result, she’d wrapped her emotions in armor so she didn’t get hurt.

“You two are close friends, I assume?”

She shook her head to clear it. Until this moment, she hadn’t realized how much she’d missed, and how badly she wanted something like Avery had found.

“Makenna?” he prompted when she didn’t answer.

“We met at a women-in-business breakfast group, and a few of us have developed our own circle of friends. I’m her wedding planner.”

“Excellent job on the invitations.”

She faced him, her lips slightly parted. “You’re on the guest list?” What a ridiculous question. The city’s elite would be in attendance, including everyone whose address was on Sin City’s Billionaire’s Row.

“I’ll get to see you in action.”

Which meant that—no matter what—she would have to see him again. She wasn’t sure whether the idea thrilled her or terrified her.

And then it occurred to her. Of course he’d bring a date.

That she wasn’t sure she could survive.

“Now that we’re alone again, I’d like to revisit our earlier conversation. Are you brave enough to accompany me to the grotto?”

She frowned, considering the question.

It was one thing to have secret fantasies about the Dominant. But the reality was, they were from two different worlds. She’d earned college scholarships. Even at that, she’d worked at a catering company—nights, weekends, and holidays—while attending classes. She’d spent a lot of her life waiting on people like him.

Even though she ran her own company, her clients moved in his social circles—evidenced by the fact that he’d be at Cole and Avery’s wedding.

It would be foolish to allow herself to believe she was anything more than a diversion to him. And yet, she didn’t indulge in random experiences. She needed to care about someone to sleep with them.

Instead of pressing her for an answer, Master Zachary stood there with his hands clasped behind his back, allowing the silence to expand while he took in her reactions. Surprising her, he never looked away, giving her the gift of his complete attention.

“Just a scene?”

“Everything you want, and nothing more.” His voice was as gruff as it was sexy, turning her on.

So why am I hesitating? He wasn’t asking her about their future. In fact, he wasn’t even suggesting they go out on a date. He was offering to fulfil her fantasies. And if she turned him down, he might never approach her again.

The grotto was a safe place to hide her self-doubts. Since it was remote, it was safe from onlookers. From what she’d heard, the interior was dimly lit, which meant she’d be able to hide her embarrassment as well as her body. “I um…” After clearing the sudden knot of fear from her throat, she nodded. “Yes. I’ll go with you.”

“I’m honored.” His smile was slow and wicked.

No doubt he intended to appear gentlemanly, yet it was anything but, and the predatory gleam in his eye sent a shiver through her.

“I promise you, it will be an evening you won’t forget.”

Earlier she’d suggested he was egotistical, and this comment was in the same vein. Yet even after the small taste of a BDSM experience, she was afraid he meant every word.

“My play bag is in the foyer.”

Which meant he’d fully intended to scene this evening.

“Walk with me? I’m afraid you’ll succumb to your doubts and vanish on me if I leave you alone.”

How well he already knew her.

Oftentimes, Tops had their partner walk a little behind them, and she’d noted some wearing leashes. Yet he was behaving as they might at a vanilla event.

“Is the grotto available?” he asked the attendant when they reached the home’s foyer.

She glanced at the sign-in log. “Yes, Master Zachary.”

“I’d like to book it for an hour.”

“Of course, Sir. Will you need your bag?”

“Please.”

Less than two minutes later, she returned. The owl embossed on the side caught Makenna’s attention.

After thanking the attendant, he extended his hand in front of him, indicating that she should lead the way toward the rear exit. Once there, he leaned over her to open the door and held it for her. Such elegant manners in real life would sweep her off her feet.

The Nevada evening with its hot breeze wrapped around her, sultry and inviting. Her heart quickened as they passed other guests. Within thirty seconds, the music from unseen speakers high in the palm trees became fainter, and the boisterous shouts from attendees splashing in the pool receded.

As they neared the grotto, solar lights dotting the garden provided the only illumination.

“Nervous?”

She glanced over her shoulder.

“Your breaths… I can hear them.”

Was there no way to keep secrets from this man?

“You’re perfectly safe with me.”

Safe? No doubt that meant something different to him than it did to her.

The cavelike grotto structure was sealed shut by two heavy arched wood doors. A metal bolt was in place across both. After sliding it open, he tugged on the handle to allow them entrance.

The cavernous space shocked her.

Despite the outside heat, the grotto was cool. Flickering lanterns hung from the ceiling. Though there was enough light to see by, it wasn’t bright, and the dimness created an intimate ambience.

The floor was made from uneven slate-gray flagstone. Numerous pillows, in various sizes, shapes, and colors, were scattered about.

Long lengths of gauzy material were draped along the walls, and for a moment, she was swept away into an Arabiannights fantasy.

She startled when he sealed them inside and secured a lock for privacy.

“What do you think?”

Against one wall was a low purple bench, and also a shelving unit where Master Zachary stowed his toy bag.

“It’s a lot to take in.” A Saint Andrew’s cross stood near the back of the area, and now that her vision had adjusted to the light, she noticed the gleam of rings—shackles—attached to the walls.

“And it’s soundproof.”

She turned to stare at him. His arms were folded, and his jaw was set. Never had she seen a man look so Dominant. “Are you serious?”

“You can cry and scream all you want. No one will save you.”

Makenna shivered.

“Would you like to test my words?”

Quickly she shook her head. He’d made it clear he didn’t joke.

“Now come to me, my innocent one.” He paused. “If you dare.” With great deliberation, he unfolded his arms and crooked a finger, beckoning her forward.

On wooden legs, she did as he commanded.

He turned away long enough to grab his bag and place it on the bench. Then he looked at her. “Go ahead and open it. If you’re interested in trying out any of my toys, we can. Or we can continue what we started in the house, using my bare hand.”

The sound of the zipper was unnaturally loud, bouncing off the stone enclosure.

He had a dizzying array of implements. She’d been around the scene long enough to recognize them. Large and small floggers, paddles, several slappers, an evil-looking tawse, even a single tail. “The whip is a definite no.”

“Understood. Off-limits. As for the rest of them?”

The courage she wanted was nowhere around. After sighing, she turned her head to look at him. “I’d like to start with your hand again.” Even though it was more personal, which meant her choice was a greater threat to her emotions.

“My preference as well.” His smile was the reassurance she needed. “For what happens next, I want to see your body.”

Mortification swamped her. “What?” The only time she’d been nude with her ex was when the lights were completely off. And this man wanted her to expose her flaws to him.

“Can you do that for me? It’s part of the mental preparation for your submission.” He plucked at a wayward strand of hair, then curled it around his finger. “You’re beautiful, Makenna. You may not see it, but I promise you, I do.”

“I—” She’d been about to protest, but instead, stopped herself. He was a charmer, no doubt. Disagreeing with him would beget more arguments.

Nerves swarming through her, she closed her eyes.

“No. Watch me watch you.”

She exhaled.

“Look at me.” He gave her a moment before adding, “That’s your first order.” His voice was different, sharper. Uncompromising.

“You don’t ask for much, do you?”

“Is that what you want? A man, a Dominant, who will expect nothing from you? Who will allow you to be passive?”

“No.” Her whispered admission was painful. That wasn’t what she wanted at all. This was the man of her fantasies, of her dreams. No matter what, she would always have this evening to remember. And the more memories, the better.

“Start with your shoes.”

Once they were off, she became even more aware of their height difference, how big and powerful he was.

“Keep going.”

She drew her shirt up and over her head. But before she could let it fall to the ground, he snagged it in midair and reached over to place it on the bench.

He sucked in a sharp breath. “You’re even more gorgeous than I imagined.”

This evening, she dressed in a lacy, delicate demi bra that barely contained her voluptuous breasts.

He traced a fingertip from the hollow of her throat downward a couple of inches before pausing. “May I?”

As she nodded, she lowered her head.

“No. Please remember my command. I want your gaze to be locked on me.”

“I’m not sure I can do that.” She wanted to hide from this, from him. And yet his demand encouraged her to enjoy every moment.

“I’ll remind you as often as it takes. But I won’t be denied.”

Fighting her demons, her slamming heart, she summoned the courage to meet his gaze.

“Good. Your eyes are so expressive, revealing your reactions. And that pleases me.” Gently he slid his palms beneath the fabric covering her breasts. Then, his touch warm and firm, he gently squeezed. At the same time, he scraped his thumbnails across her nipples, abrading them. Instantly the tips rose, and she involuntarily groaned.

“Responsive.” Master Zachary smiled. “And sensitive.” Sincerity flared in his shocking blue eyes.

Her body might be bigger than she wanted, but he made it clear that to him it was perfect. Maybe she could do this after all.

“May I?”

As she nodded, he reached around to unhook her bra. Slowly, as if savoring the moment as much as she was, he eased the straps down her arms.

With perfect precision, taking care of her belongings, he placed the lingerie on top of her shirt.

“How much nipple play do you like? A little? A lot?”

As if he had all the time in the world, he caressed her. He squeezed her nipples, tugging on them until they thickened and elongated; then he lowered his head to suck one into his mouth. He laved it with his tongue, drawing the tight flesh deeper inside his mouth. The swirling, teasing pressure drove her mad. Unsure how to ask for what she wanted, she leaned forward, giving herself, offering herself to him.

“Yeah. That’s exactly right. I like my submissives to willingly give me everything I want.”

The jarring words crashed her back into reality. That was what she was to him. Another woman in a long line of submissives who lined up to be the object of his desire.

Before she could react, giving voice to her doubts, he sucked her other nipple into his mouth, this time with more pressure, making her cry out. When she might have pulled away, he placed his hand on the middle of her back, holding her steady and preventing escape.

Finally he was done. He sighed deeply and passionately, making her wet, making her moan, making her forget her traitorous thoughts to the point that she wasn’t sure she could even remember her own name.

“You’re doing great. Surrender to the experience, to the moment, and just let it happen. No past, no future.” He smiled, but it didn’t make him any less dangerous. “And yes, I do know what I’m asking for and how difficult it is for you. So we’ll start with an over-the-knee spanking and go from there?”

That seemed overwhelmingly personal. If she were attached to Saint Andrew’s cross, he’d likely be using an implement, which meant there’d be distance between them, and he wouldn’t be physically touching her.

With a gentleness that surprised her, he captured her wrist and drew her to the bench where he took a seat. “Ready?”

He offered his support as she lowered herself into place. The position, with her ass in the air, pulled the skirt tight and made it ride up. He placed one arm across her to hold her in place and then angled his thighs to move her closer to him. Since he’d thrown her off-balance, she pressed her fingertips to the floor for stability.

“That’s better.” He captured the hem of her skirt and drew it up over her buttocks. “So very spankable.”

She wished she could accept his compliment without embarrassment.

“Surrender to the experience. The more you relax, the easier this will be, and the more you’ll enjoy it.”

“That’s totally impossible.”

“It’s not. Take a breath.” With small, gentle motions, he massaged her upper thighs.

For a moment she tensed, but he continued to soothe her.

“I recognize that trust is difficult. But I promise you that I will do everything it takes to earn it. I see you, Makenna, and I appreciate every single thing about you.”

“All my flaws, you mean?” Maybe it was a good thing she was facedown; at least this way she could hide her humiliation.

“I see a woman who has the type of curves that men fantasize about. That I fantasize about. You’re womanly.”

Maybe it was from the lack of oxygen going to her brain, or from his featherlight caresses and reassuring words, but she began to relax.

“Keep breathing and let go.”

She exhaled with a shudder.

“That’s perfect. May I have your permission to touch your pussy?”

He was stroking everywhere, and arousal made her resistance collapse. “Yes.” It was more a plea than permission.

With maddening lightness, he brushed across her clitoris, igniting raw feminine hunger.

Before bringing her to completion, he resumed spanking her, first with love taps and then increasing the intensity.

“Remember to breathe.” He covered her exposed skin from the tops and insides of her thighs to her lower buttocks. And then the fleshier parts.

If he inflicted any pain, she didn’t register it. Her entire body was heated, feverish. Then when she wasn’t sure she could take any more, he pressed his thumb against her clit and slid two fingers inside her.

“So wet. So damp. Are you going to come for me, Makenna?”

The truth was, in this moment she was his, incapable of resisting. She was so far gone, she would do anything he asked.

“Is this what you want? An orgasm at my hand?”

“Yes.”

As he moved inside her faster and faster, she dug her toes into the stone floor, lifting herself higher, begging for him to take even more.

“This is the reaction I hoped for. This is what I wanted.”

Her breaths were too shallow and too fast for her to respond. Masterfully he slid a third finger inside her, then changed the angle of penetration to find her G-spot.

She went rigid as a breath strangled her and she came, whimpering through her screams. Even though she was in the throes of an ecstasy she’d never experienced before, he continued to finger-fuck her. “Oh my God.”

“Ride it.”

Beneath his skillful ministrations, she shattered, losing track of time and space.

When she returned to full consciousness, she was in his lap, cradled in his arms, comforted by his strength and the reassuring thud of his heartbeat. His scent, that of the desert after a stunning electrical storm, filled her senses.

Blinking, she placed a hand on his chest and pushed away from him. “I apologize.” Her memory had a gap in it. One moment she was writhing, the next, it was over, and now she was in his arms. “I’m not sure what happened there.”

“You gave yourself to me completely.” He captured her chin so that she had to look at him, see the sincerity in his eyes. “And that makes it as spectacular for me as it was for you.” His lips twitched in a half smile. “At least I hope you enjoyed it?”

“It was…” Where was her ability to put words to emotion? “Everything I could have hoped for, maybe more. Better than my fantasies.” Did I really admit that?

“It’s completely about you. You came to this with honesty and curiosity, and I merely facilitated the experience.”

“I think perhaps you are underestimating your contribution, Sir.”

“And you’re having a difficult time accepting my compliment,” he countered.

Shocking her, he brushed a gentle kiss across her lips. The world around her tilted. What was happening here?

Makenna warned herself not to read anything into his action. His actions—and every word he uttered—had been constructed to make her feel like one in a million. No wonder he had an entire line of women at the ready. She, however, was too smart to become one of them.

“Have you had enough? Or would you potentially like to try out a flogger and the Saint Andrew’s cross?”

Again, her survival instinct screamed at her to run while she had the opportunity. Yet the spell he wrapped around her made her want this evening to last forever. And this was her one and only opportunity to scene with him. “I’m curious.” Who was this wild, new person inside her?

His smile was the greatest reward.

“Your choice—I can secure you in place, or you can simply hold on.”

Being with him had taught her the power of letting go. Interestingly, being in bondage would also allow her that freedom.

“What will it be? Would you like to wear my cuffs?”

His cuffs.

“Makenna?”

“Yes, Sir. I’d like to wear your cuffs.”

He helped her to stand, then caught her around the waist when she wobbled.

A moment later, the world righted itself. “Thank you.”

“If you’re unsteady, then I’m doing my job well.” Even in the dim light, his eyes twinkled with masculine deviltry.

“Your ego again, Sir?”

In pure alpha style, he countered her. “Is it ego if it’s true?”

With a shake of her head, she grinned.

“When you’re ready, walk to the cross and face it.”

A moment later, he released his hold on her.

As she drew closer, the structure loomed a little larger than it had from a distance, a little more intimidating. Then, remembering his coaching, she took a couple of deep breaths to settle herself.

Each of his movements echoed off the stone surroundings, and she glanced over her shoulder to see what he was doing. Confoundingly his back was to her, blocking his movements.

When he turned, he held two pieces of leather. Unable to look away, she followed each of his steps as he closed the distance, then walked to the other side of the cross.

She had to tip back her chin to see his face. While he was still the implacable Dominant, the tenderness in his eyes stole her breath.

“Now raise your arms, please.”

Within seconds, she was cuffed and secured in place.

“Not that I think you’d ever flee, but I enjoy having you in bondage—your body available to me.” He severed their gazes. “And you can’t escape as I do this.” He captured her breasts, pressing their heavy weight together.

Her breaths were coming in frantic little bursts.

“Do you like this, being at my mercy?”

This was different than the spanking he had just given her. He was more ruthless now, and this new side of him was scarier, but just as compelling—or maybe even more so.

“Do you?

Instinctively she pulled back, only to discover that she couldn’t move more than a couple of inches.

“I noticed the way you whimpered when Alcott squeezed his wife’s breasts while he was wearing the vampire gloves.”

“That was terrifying.”

“But tantalizing, yes?”

She pressed her lips together, unable to give him the confession he wanted.

Relentlessly he pressed his fingernails into her flesh, then captured her nipples, pinching them between his thumbs and forefingers.

She sighed as a fresh wave of need made her weak.

“You like it. Is your pussy getting wet again?”

Impossibly it was. She’d never had multiple orgasms. And the fact that she was already turned on again stunned her.

“I’m going to remove your skirt so that it doesn’t impede my swing.” He walked around her to tug the material over her hips, then down her legs, leaving her completely exposed and vulnerable to him.

He placed a gentle kiss to her shoulder before leaving her once more.

When he returned, he stood in front of her and held up a short emerald-green suede flogger. “This one is more thuddy than stingy. A perfect choice for your first experience…or as a warm-up.”

She gulped.

“Feel free to use your safe word, and I’ll slow down at any point. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” At least she thought so. How could she truly know what to expect?

“We will start slow, and I’ll check in with you.”

Master Zachary walked behind her and allowed the strands to fall on her buttocks in such a gentle manner that she barely registered the impact.

For minutes, he explored her entire body in that same way, dancing the leather across her skin. Because he was such an expert, she relaxed. Only then did he increase his tempo.

“Are you doing okay?”

“More green than I could have imagined.” The leather licked her in bites and whispers, and it was the most exotic, erotic thing she had ever experienced.

Her temporary Dominant flogged her in earnest, and each crisscrossed strike made her wetter and wetter.

Then he stopped and slid a finger between her legs, rubbing so vigorously that her breath caught. “Fuck. I think I’m going to come.”

“You absolutely will. But not quite yet.” He moved his hand away.

In frustration, she stamped her foot.

Instead of showing sympathy, he chuckled. “I would have never guessed you were a brat.”

“You, Sir, are a tease.”

“There’s plenty more where that came from.” He fisted a hand in her hair and pulled back her head as he pressed his body against hers, trapping her between his strength—and his dizzying erection—and the unyielding wooden structure. Then he ferociously plundered her mouth, seeking and demanding her surrender.

Helplessly she gave him everything he asked for. He’d made her pussy wet and her nipples hard. She was on fire from his mouth.

Eventually he ended the kiss, leaving her changed. Because of his physical reaction to her, she now had a confidence she’d never before experienced.

After taking a step back, he resumed the flogging, this time harder than before.

Jesus. How was it possible that this was no longer enough? “I…I need more.”

“That’s my perfect innocent.” He flogged her in earnest before dropping the implement to the floor with a loud clatter.

Master Zachary masturbated her, filling her channel with his fingers, going knuckles- deep with long, demanding strokes. “Now, now you’ve earned the orgasm. Give it to me.”

She whimpered, arching her back to thrust herself toward him.

He dug his fingers from his free hand into her ass cheek, creating a starburst of pain that rocketed her over the edge. She screamed out his name and climaxed hard, not just once, but twice. And still he wouldn’t give up.

“Keep going.”

“I can’t!” There was nothing left in her, and she wouldn’t have remained upright if he hadn’t affixed her to the cross.

“You can. I’m hand-fucking you, and I want your orgasm. And you’re going to be a good submissive and give it to me. Aren’t you?”

He gave her no choice. He took what he demanded, wringing it from her body.

Makenna had no idea how long it went on, but all of a sudden, even in the warm Nevada desert, she was completely chilled.

“Let’s get you out of those bonds.” He reached around her and pressed his wet fingers to her mouth. “Now lick.”

Unable to find her voice, she complied. The eroticism of the act shocked and thrilled her.

Efficiently he detached her from the cross, then rubbed her arms as she slowly lowered them.

Hands on her shoulders, he turned her to face him. “You’re shivering.” He removed his shirt and draped it over her shoulders, then swept her up and carried her to the bench so swiftly she didn’t have time to protest that she was too heavy for him.

And the truth was, he held her as gently as if she were made from spun glass.

She settled against his already familiar body.

What an odd dynamic BDSM was. Some of his spanks had been hard enough to make her yelp. Yet she drew comfort from the same hands that had tortured her. It was a euphoric marriage of pain and pleasure. No wonder so many people were completely addicted to it.

Even though they hadn’t had sex, she’d never been closer to anyone—or more vulnerable to emotional hurt.

“How are you doing?”

To mask her real answer, she reached for something that would unravel her tension. “I take back what I said earlier.”

“Oh?”

“You’re not egotistical.”

He responded in kind. “I’ve ruined you for other men, then?” With the pad of his thumb that still smelled of sex, he traced her lower lip. “It’s been a memorable evening for me as well. I’m honored to be the first man you’ve played with in this way.”

First man—which meant he fully expected her to move on to another. Which she’d known all along. So why did his statement sting? “Thanks for a great introduction.” She slid from his lap. “And for taking such good care of my things.” She’d expected to find her skirt on the ground. But it was neatly stacked along with everything else.

“Let me take off your cuffs.”

Grateful for the shirt that gave her some cover, she extended her wrists toward him.

While she dressed, he sanitized the Saint Andrew’s cross and repacked his bag. Then she offered him his shirt back.

While he slipped it on, she feasted her gaze on his breathtaking body—the flat, honed planes of his abdomen, the raw strength of his broad shoulders, and the ripple of his bulging biceps.

Though she’d fantasized about him plenty, he blew away every single expectation. More than ever, he’d be the star of her dreams.

He tucked his shirt into his trousers; then, instead of refastening his cuffs, he rolled them up, leaving his forearms exposed. Simply, he was the picture of male perfection.

“Shall we?”

The return to reality was as inevitable as it was unwelcome, leaving her mentally and physically exhausted. “I’m ready to go home.”

“I’ll see you out.”

“That’s nice but not necessary. Thank you, though.”

“I’m not flexible on this.” His jaw was set, and his tone was harsher than anything she’d heard from him. The accommodating Dominant who’d taken her to the dizzying depths of sexual hedonism was gone. In his place was an alpha who would not be dissuaded. “After you, Ms. Helton.”

She squared her shoulders in an attempt to gather her composure.

Rather than leading her back through the house, they followed a path that led to the driveway. Once they reached the valet station, she described her car, and the young man nodded and then headed off at a sprint.

“All set. There’s no need for you to stay any longer.”

“I can only guess what kind of man you’re used to being with, but do not confuse me with him.”

An eternity later, the valet pulled to a stop in front of them.

Master Zachary handed the man a nice tip. “I’ve got it from here.”

“Yes, sir.” With a nod, he moved away to help another guest.

Master Zachary walked Makenna around the car and handed her into the driver’s seat. Taking a moment to regain her equilibrium, she fiddled with the air conditioner’s controls, even though the setting was fine.

“I’d like to see you again.”

Before she could respond, he went on. “May I have your phone number?”

Makenna shook her head. “This was…” She paused. Magical. Amazing. “I know you’re a busy man, Mr. Denning.” She used his surname as a way to distance herself from the temptation. “I had a nice evening.”

“Nice?” For a second, he frowned, and his eyes seemed to darken as something flitted through the blue depths. Surely her rejection couldn’t have caused him pain.

She reached for the door handle. “I need to be going.”

With a tight nod, he stepped back, and she seized the opportunity to seal herself off from him.

As Makenna accelerated, she looked in the rearview mirror and saw him standing where she’d left him, arms folded, legs planted shoulder width apart, looking absolutely fucking furious.

It was then that she realized he’d never returned her panties.