In fiction-and in our club, Velvet Ice-at times neglecting to use a condom is a part of the fantasy. In real life always practice safe, sane and consensual sex. That said, welcome to our fantasy!

Sierra Summers-I would like to thank my family, especially my husband for all his support while writing, as well I would like to thank our book club. Ladies you are a wonderful support group sharing in our triumphs and cheering us on. Most of all I want to thank my writing partner VJ—without her none of this is possible. Thank you for sharing this experience and making me a better writer.

Kendra Moore glanced around nervously as she and her two best friends made their way to a table in the far corner of the club. The three girls had been planning this night for months, and she was determined not to be the one to back out at this late date. She tugged at the red sequined mask over her eyes and tried to yank the neckline of her red velvet gown a little higher, but only succeeded in making herself stumble in her four-inch heels.

"Oh, Hellfire.” She hadn't meant to say it out loud, but apparently her mutter had been a little more audible than she'd realized. Celia Jenner, her absolute best friend ever, turned and gave her a concerned look.

"Everything okay, Kennie?"

Kendra shot Celia what she hoped was a dazzling smile. It felt more like a grimace, truth be told, but Ce grinned back and continued her snaking trek through the club.

She must have been crazy to come here, especially on Halloween. Velvet Ice's reputation was scandalous on a normal night. On this night, when everyone was in costume, the flashing lights and throbbing music made Kendra feel more trepidation than anything she, Celia and Megan Jamieson had ever done.

But today was Celia's twenty-first birthday, and this was her present.,

Kendra fidgeted nervously with her she-devil costume. She wouldn't have been caught dead in it outside of the dark club. The long red gown hugged her curves. Not skin-tight, but certainly revealing more than she was comfortable with. The low cut emphasized her breasts.

Celia sent her another smile and Kendra made an effort to get into the adventure of the moment. She did feel a little naughty as she straightened the sequined red horns perched in her hair. Kendra shivered as she remembered the stories about Velvet Ice that Ce had shared with the Terrible Trio, as the three girls were called by Celia's two brothers. Stories about magic coins, secret rooms, and pleasure so intense it was painful ... The girls had tried to sneak into the club on several occasions, but each time they'd been foiled by the club's owner, Brady Ryder. The huge, bald, tattooed man usually grunted at Kendra and Megan, nailed Celia with a homicidal glare, and called her older brother Dorian to come and retrieve the girls.

Celia never copped to the fact that she wanted the dark and scary Brady, but Kendra knew her best friend well enough to see the spark that arched between them every time they met. Celia's eyes were even now scanning the crowd for Brady's bald head.

The women finally settled on a table on the far side of the dance floor. Small jack-o-lanterns leered at them from the center of each of the tiny, round tables surrounding them, and spider webs trailed artfully along the tables’ edges. As she perched tensely on the edge of her chair, Kendra peered around the club curiously. Gorgeous dancers in exaggerated bondage gear gyrated in oversized cages to a techno version of “The Monster Mash,” and the walls were decorated with still more performers of both sexes chained dramatically in provocative poses.

"Okay girls, remember the plan?” Celia asked. Her silky, slutty vampiress costume was cut purposely low; enough of a distraction that Kendra had no doubt Ce could connive her way past the security guards on the second and third floors.

The third floor. Kendra shivered again. If half of what Celia told them about the third floor was true, then they were going to really see something tonight. Velvet Ice's reputation as the place to see and be seen was only surpassed by its reputation as the area's most exclusive BDSM and Fantasy Play club. Of course, while the former reputation was well earned, no one without one of those magic coins could verify the second, and the men and women who did have them weren't talking.

BDSM. The term terrified and thrilled Kendra all at the same time.

Always the academic, she'd made it her mission to study up on the subject. The idea of being tied down, spanked and completely under the sensual power of a man intrigued her, left her shaky and overly warm.

"Yes, mom,” Megan drawled. The Southern woman was the newest addition to the trio, having moved to Michigan four years earlier for college. She rounded the little group out well. She was the “idea” girl, Celia was the “let's go do it” girl, and Kendra was the “voice of reason."

The plan was simple: make their way upstairs any way they could. According to Celia it shouldn't be too difficult for them to make the second floor. The trick was to make it to the third floor, the Fantasy floor. The women were hoping that tonight, with everyone in costume and the craziness of the Halloween Ball, they'd finally manage to slip past the tight security and reach their ultimate goal.

"Which set of stairs are you gonna take, sug?” Megan glanced at the spiral staircases on either side of the crowded dance floor as she spoke. Burly men in classic black leather executioner garb guarded the top of each staircase. Celia examined both men, and Kendra could have sworn there was a hint of disappointment in her eyes when she realized that neither was big enough, bald enough or scary enough to be the elusive Brady Ryder.

"Doesn't matter,” she said. She wrapped an arm around Kendra. “You sure you're up for this, Professor?"

Well, Hell. She'd played the geek card.

Kendra was definitely the quiet one of their group, but that didn't mean she was a coward. Much. She gave a brisk, hopefully confident nod, and Celia gave her a quick squeeze before beckoning a passing server. In keeping with the Halloween theme, the costumed servers wandered the edges of the dance floor, scantily clad bodies flashing with glitter and randomly glowing under black lights. The man who responded to Ce's summons was dressed in nothing but skin-tight red leather pants, a tail, and horns. He sidled up to Kendra and gave her costume an approving glance.

"It's too bad I'm working the bar tonight,” he purred in her ear. “I'd much prefer to play with a kindred soul.” Kendra gulped, while Celia and Megan giggled. Quickly taking a phosphorescent orange drink in an ornate crystal shot glass, she tossed the concoction back for courage before answering.

"My heart bleeds,” she murmured in her sexiest Mae West voice. The effect was somewhat ruined when Celia and Megan howled with laughter.

The sexy waiter wagged a scolding finger at her before gliding back out into the crowd.

"Ready, ladies?” Celia asked. Her smile was sly as she stood and pulled the already low neckline of her dress down a little further, revealing a lot more cleavage.

Kendra stood back and waited. Megan took the stairway to the right, Celia headed to the left. Kendra would try to slip through wherever she could.

Megan was stopped halfway up her set of stairs. Kendra grinned as the blonde bombshell leaned into the burly guard, obviously trying to sweet talk her way to the second floor.

Celia had a bit more success, making it easily to the top of her staircase, and surreptitiously gesturing at Kendra as she flirted with her guard. Kendra sucked in a calming breath and darted up the stairs. Slipping around Celia and the guard was disappointingly easy, and the second floor dance floor was disappointingly normal at first glance. She nabbed another shot, this one virulent yellow, and gave a silent toast and smile to Celia, who'd popped up on the far side of the dance space. Letting her eyes wander, she suddenly realized this dance space wasn't so normal after all.

What she'd assumed was the usual drunken dirty-dancing was actually sex on the dance floor. Her mouth dropped open when a demon in black leather hoisted a near-naked angel up onto his very exposed erection.

Ripping her eyes away from the madly coupling pair, she found herself peering into a corner where a dainty fairy was on her knees licking the cock of a stocky satyr as he kissed and fondled a buxom milk-maid.

Holy crap! If this was the second floor, what in God's name was going on upstairs?

Celia caught her attention, gesturing impatiently to the single, narrow set of stairs leading to the Fantasy floor. Kendra steeled herself as her friend quickly reached the top. In a beautifully choreographed move, Brady Ryder slipped out of the shadows, blocking the petite beauty's path.

Kendra sucked in a calming breath as she eased onto the stairs. She kept her head up as though she belonged there, and studiously ignored Celia as she leaned into the giant of a man, laying her hand on his chest.

His eyes flickered in Kendra's direction, his face hard as stone, and Kendra wasn't sure if she was relieved or disappointed that their plan was clearly a bust. Then Celia said something that caught his full attention, and ohmigod, her friend was kissing the serial-killer stand-in with enough heat to burn the club to ashes.

Kendra realized she'd stopped to stare, realized that the electricity in that kiss was setting off little fires in her, and shook herself awake enough to slip around them and onto the third floor.

To her left was a door marked private, to the right was a set of glass double doors. Pushing them open, she hesitantly moved into a large open area. An elaborate bar occupied one wall, but Kendra knew better than to try for another shot of liquid courage. She knew from her research that reputable Fantasy Play clubs didn't serve alcohol to participants. The universal watchwords in the BDSM community were safe, sane, and consensual, and it was impossible to guarantee either when liquor began to flow.

Biting at her lower lip to steady her nerves, Kendra let her gaze travel the room. There was a spacious performance space in the center, currently occupied by a naked man chained to a St. Andrew's cross. A woman clad head-to-toe in red vinyl stood behind him wielding a long leather whip. With each lash her long blonde ponytail swayed in time to her submissive's moans. And, oh God, he was moaning. From the look of the erection bobbing in front of him, he was moaning in pleasure.

Kendra waited for the shock, the horror that she thought she'd feel at the sight, but it didn't come. Instead, her body began to tingle with every snap of the whip. She absently crossed her arms over her breasts, compressing beaded nipples under lush velvet and scratchy lace. The scene was making her hot, fidgety. And much too curious about what more she might see.

Reluctantly, she stepped away from the scene and moved deeper into the room. Dark music, ominous and heavy, floated through the air, inviting her to sway along on her suicidally high heels. It added to the surreal atmosphere of the Halloween Ball, reflecting the mood of the patrons. Large strobe lights flashed, making the scenes around her appear to move in slow motion.

Three people were on a red velvet couch. A woman was sitting on one mans lap while she held the leash attached to another man's neck. The guy with the collar was sitting at the woman's feet, kissing them lovingly while she devoured the cock of still a third man standing behind the couch.

A woman stood spread-eagled, chained inside a narrow cage while a burly Master directed several subs of both genders to torment her with tiny licks and bites over every inch of her naked body.

Kendra made her way through the room and discovered another set of double glass doors, this set smoked to opaqueness, and walked through them. In here, the lighting was low. No music distracted from the sounds of flesh on flesh, the meaty thwack of a paddle on bare skin, the moans and cries of gratification.

The room was divided neatly in two, with a narrow path down the center. Lining each side were cubicles, some screened, some open to view. Each cubicle housed a couple or group engaged in scenarios Kendra never would have thought to associate with sex.

The equipment was endless, the toys too numerous and exotic for her to even begin to name. Here was serious spanking. There was wax play. Kendra slowed as she watched a Dom bind his sub in an elaborate harness of ropes. Each knot he tied brought a shuddering reaction from his submissive. By the time he reached her legs, it took only a sharp breath against her quivering sex to send her orgasm ripping out in the form of a long scream.

Fascination wasn't a strong enough word to describe what she felt. Her arousal grew with each scene, with every step she took, until her thighs slipped together with her own honey.

This was sex. Not the tepid encounters she'd had with her high school and college boyfriends. Her partners had been nice enough, the experiences pleasant, but nothing to draw an orgasm from her on a scream of pure ecstasy. Nothing ever like the scenes surrounding her now. No one had ever brought her to tears from the force of her climax.

If she were completely honest, Kendra had to admit that the best orgasms she had were the ones she gave herself. Her sex life was nice, she supposed, but she wanted more than nice.

Kendra drew in a breath and grew dizzy on the pheromones in the air. Any thought of Celia or Megan or their plan was gone. All that was left was the aching desire kindled in her most secret heart. This was what she'd been looking for, though she had never known it. This is what she wanted to experience, needed to experience at least once in her lifetime.

She didn't expect her body to react so strongly not only to what she saw, but also to what she heard. The sound of a crop snapping against bare skin followed by a breathless sigh. Hisses and moans, screams and groans. Her senses were on overload and her head was spinning.

Sinclair Martin, Sin to his friends and Master Sin to club members, stood in the shadows and watched the lady in red. He'd been following her since she had followed Celia Jenner up the stairs to the club's second floor, and had been ready to haul her lush little ass back down to the public space when she made a play to get by the boss, but the sight of Brady Ryder all but being devoured by Dorian Jenner's baby sister had distracted him long enough for his little she-devil to scoot through the double doors at the top of the staircase.

Hot on her tail, Sin moved through the room reserved for public play, still determined to send the little interloper packing. Velvet Ice had a reputation of discretion for a reason, and he had no intention of letting one of Celia's snoopy little friends compromise that reputation. But before he could reach her, her lush little mouth dropped open and her eyes grew hazy with lust behind her glittery mask. Something about that unselfconscious response grabbed Sin by the cock and wouldn't let him go.

She might as well have had “Innocent” printed across the front of her dress, and the dichotomy of her innocence and the sexual excess surrounding her was a complete turn on to Sin. He decided to just watch her, a virtual Alice in BDSM Wonderland. His dick throbbed as he kept her in sight, the relatively loose band of the cock-ring he habitually wore serving up a constant pressure, keeping him on edge. Yeah, he thought adjusting his throbbing erection through snug leathers, he'd let her stay as long as all she did was watch.

As the events coordinator for Velvet Ice, he should be working the floor, making sure everything and everyone was having a safe and sane time. Instead, he called his second to take over, telling the man he was taking a break. Of course Ry thought he was getting busy with one of the ladies. Sin grunted. He rarely partook of the activities at the club. He preferred his time with a lover to be private, without distractions.

Sin's sexual appetite was enormous, his Dominate personality intense. His need for absolute control of a female's body while she was in his possession was undeniable. So he picked his lovers very carefully. Few women really wanted to hand over themselves completely to a man. They liked playing at the game of Dom and sub, but not living the reality of the life style, and Sin had no use or desire to be with women like that.

The fact that he was drawn to this little troublemaker gave Sin pause. How long had it been since he was ball's-deep in a willing woman? He snorted as he counted the months and stopped at six. He didn't really want to think about how long it had been. He was having too much fun watching the expressions pass over the lovely face of his lady in red.

The deeper she moved into the belly of the third floor, the more expressive her face became. He watched as she licked her dry lips, as she fidgeted with her dress and as she almost fell on her high heels.

Her red dress clung to her womanly curves like a velvet dream. Her ample breasts looked a mere breath away from springing free of their satin and lace confinement. Her ass and hips swayed with every step she took. She made his dick ache, the good kind of ache that was only relived with a hard fuck.

Her mouth was painted red to match her costume, and he closed his eyes as he imagined those plump, soft lips surrounding his cock as he slid deeper with every thrust. She couldn't be much older than twenty-two, and he'd bet his next paycheck that she hadn't had many lovers. He gave an involuntary snarl at the thought of another man teaching her the finer points of giving head. Something in his subconscious had marked her as his, and it didn't like the idea of another male anywhere near his woman.

Sin suddenly had the urge to touch her, to show her how to please him and how he could please her. Her curly brown hair would look so fucking good wound around his grasping fingers. His hips shifted forward as he imagined the vision she would make, kneeling at his feet, her hot little tongue licking over his cockhead.

Suddenly, as if she could feel the heat of his gaze, her head snapped up. Wide, startled eyes met his. Ah, fuck. She called to him, a part of him that he hadn't felt in years. The Master in him wanted to claim her for himself.

Her whole body swayed in his direction, but before she could take a step one of the club regulars approached her. With a last, lingering look in his direction, she nodded at the man and let him lead her to an open cubicle.

Sin suppressed a low growl and pushed away from the wall. No way was a novice, a non-member, ready for what Georgie liked to dish out. And no way was his novice going to be touched or trained by anyone but him. Sin wouldn't fuck her, not when he was on the job, but he was going to show her what could happen if she ended up playing where she shouldn't. Or with whom she shouldn't.

Kendra couldn't stop herself from gaping like the greenest virgin as she took in the sexual excess filling the room. Her eyes were drawn again and again to one particular scene. A tall man in a leather harness had his sub strapped to a pommel-horse looking thing, and was using a variety of tools to paddle, flog and spank her bare behind.

Something about the scene fired her imagination. Kendra closed her eyes and pictured herself in the woman's position; bound and at her lover's mercy, begging for more, harder, now.

A sudden chill ran up her spine, snapping her eyes open and swinging her head around. Staring at her from across the room was one of the most beautiful men she'd ever seen.

Her breath stuck in her throat as she stared at him. He had to be at least six feet tall; a giant to her five-three, he'd tower over her even with the ridiculous shoes she was wearing. Long sable hair fell in waves across his shoulders and back. He was dressed in black pants and a white button-down shirt. Leather boots wrapped thick calves up to his knees, completing the outfit. He looked like he'd stepped straight out of a Victorian Highwayman fantasy.

With one glance it was him spanking her, first with a paddle, then with the heat of his bare hand. His gaze never left her face and Kendra felt herself blush. Great, now her cheeks would match the mask and her dress. Real sophisticated, Kennie. That should turn him on, you and your splotchy face.

Her glance flickered back to the spanking scene she'd been imagining herself in. The Dom was releasing his flushed, shaky sub and handing her over to a fully clothed woman that seemed to work at the club. Looking up, the Dom caught her interested gaze and gave a slow, dangerous smile before heading in her direction. He wasn't as gorgeous as her Highwayman, but his Greek god costume showed off a set of well-muscled legs and went well with his light blond hair.

Ohmigod. The strange Dom approached her confidently, training predatory blue eyes on her as if her agreement were already assured. And on some level she guessed he had reason to believe that. After all, she'd been virtually eating his scene up with her eyes. Even now her bottom was throbbing, clenching and aching for the kiss of the paddle.

Just not from this man.

No, Kendra wanted the mysterious stranger in the corner. The man who looked as though he'd stepped off the cover of one of her favorite historical romance novels.

The stranger who had disappeared while she was distracted.

Dammit.

"So,” the Dom's voice was deep and pleasant, but didn't make her as hot as the brush of her Highwayman's pale eyes had done. “You look lonely and curious."

She supposed she couldn't argue with that, so she nodded.

"Would you like to participate? I'll be gentle with you if you want,” he added with a wink.

It seemed the devil she was dressed like took over her voice, because entirely against her will Kendra heard herself answer, “Well, gentle would kind of defeat the purpose, wouldn't it?"

"You are so right, sweetheart,” he responded delightedly. Taking her arm, he began to lead her toward the cubicle. She noticed that another young man, also fully dressed, was just finishing sanitizing the pommel horse, and had gathered up the used implements, replacing them with fresh toys before quickly leaving the area for the next set of players.

"I'm Master George,” the man continued. “Will you allow me the honor of being your Master for a little while?"

She wanted to. She wanted the intensity of sensation she'd seen on the faces of every sub she'd passed in this amazing, terrifying place. Kendra glanced toward the corner again, hoping for a final glimpse of her mystery man, but he was gone. And Master George was here. And she might never get the chance to experience this again.

"Yes.” She had to force the word from between numb lips.

Master George smiled again and led her quickly to the pommel horse, directing her to bend over, stretching her torso along the length of the narrow back. He stroked one heavy hand down the length of her spine before crouching out of sight behind her and buckling her ankles loosely to the legs of the horse.

Kendra sucked in a breath, alternately terrified and thrilled at what he was doing to her. At what she was allowing him to do to her.

Master George moved around and adjusted her head, placing her cheek against the rough leather and smoothing her hair away from her face. Dropping to his knees in front of her, he began to bind her hands to the front legs of the horse. As he worked, he spoke in a low, somehow menacing tone.

"Until this scene is over, you will address me as Master. You will not speak unless I ask you a direct question. Do you understand?"

"Um, yes.” Ohmigod, could that shaky voice really be hers?

Suddenly hard, pinching fingers grasped her cheeks, turning her face to his. This wasn't the kind of pain she'd been anticipating.

"Yes what?” His eyes were cool and passionless. Not what she had hoped for when she'd accepted his invitation.

"Sorry,” she gasped. “Yes, Master."

He gave a short, satisfied nod and rose to walk around her. Kendra found herself bound face-down on a pommel horse, the submissive of a cold stranger in a club where she had no business being. Somehow, from the moment she'd spied the beautiful man in the corner, all her fantasies had focused in on him. Poor Master George didn't stand a chance.

"Look, Master,” she began. “I don't think this is such a good idea after all.” Those heavy hands stroked down her back again, pausing to squeeze her left butt-cheek. Too hard! A yelp escaped, and she shifted in her bonds, trying futilely to escape that grabbing hand.

"Seriously, Master George,” she tried to put a bit more force in her voice, but it was tough to do when he was leaning over her back, pressing her hard against the pommel horse. “This isn't working for me. You need to let me up."

The man ignored her, fisting his hands in the back of her costume.

Oh no he wouldn't...

The velvet gave beneath his wrenching tug, ripping from neck to hem with a distressed swish.

"Let me up, you fucking bastard!” This was so not fun anymore. Her cheeks, both sets, were sore and probably bruised, and now her damn dress was ruined.

The angry rip of fabric and a burst of vaguely hysterical profanity punctuated Sin's entrance into the cubicle where George had led Red. The other Dom was poised behind her, pushing the tattered remnants of her gown to her hips. Sin's tempered flared as George's hands tried to become familiar with his novice's ass. Swallowing down his desire to punch George in the back of the head, Sin approached the couple.

"Say the safe word, woman,” Sin ground out between clenched teeth. He rarely stepped into a scene at the club. In general, anyone who made it to the third floor knew exactly what they were getting themselves into. But even before Red's panicked cry, Sin had known that he wouldn't, couldn't, let any other Master—particularly one as unpredictable as George—train his sub.

"What safe word?” she cried as she writhed against her bonds, trying to twist her wrists from their confines. Sin looked over to George. The man looked genuinely confused. Sin shook his head disgustedly. Moving to the head of the pommel horse, he knelt near Red's head, brushing her tangled curls away from her flushed cheek with a gentle hand.

"What's the problem, Sin?” The asshole whined. “I have the same safe word with everyone. And everyone knows it.” Sin's glare must have turned even icier, because the other Dom took a big step backward.

George's defensive arguing quickly trailed off when Sin reached out an imperious palm for the key to Red's shackles. The Dom reluctantly handed it over, and watched resentfully as Sin began to free the young woman.

"It doesn't work like this, baby. George had no clue you didn't belong up here. And he had no business treating you with anything less than absolute respect."

Her face turned a deep red and she wouldn't meet his eyes. “I ... I didn't know he would rip my dress."

"She agreed, Master Sin.” A good deal more of that missing respect had bled into George's wheedling tone. “She agreed to play out the scene, to call me Master, she agreed to all of it."

Sin leaned into his personal space and silkily whispered, “And that is why you're going to Brady's office and not out on your ass permanently.” George's mouth opened, as if he was going to argue more, and Sin cut him off. “You took an obvious newbie, and abused her ignorance. When you're done explaining yourself to Brady, you can explain yourself to Jenner.” George's healthy tan turned a sick green at the mention of the cop and notorious Dom. “Red here is with his sister tonight, and is obviously under his protection.” When George muttered a frustrated curse, Sin didn't even try to suppress his smile. “Guess she isn't the only one who didn't ask enough questions, right Georgie?"

The other Dom walked away, and Sin hid a smile. He was stomping off like a two-year-old in a tantrum. Good. The fucker's ego was twenty times too big anyway. Sin's smile faded as he noted the red welts forming on his damsel in distress's wrists.

Fuck.

"We'll replace your dress, of course,” he murmured, helping her to sit up. “Until then,” he stood and un-tucked his shirt, stripping out of it briskly. In spite of the tense situation, he almost smiled at the way her eyes flickered over his bared torso. The tip of her tongue peeked out, slicking over her full lower lip, and his bound cock gave a hungry throb.

He quickly helped her to stand on her trembling legs. Kneeling again at her feet, he steadied her with one hand on her hip, and bent to remove her heels. There was no way in Hell she would be able to walk in them when she was this shaky.

He glanced up in time to catch her in the act of checking him out. She'd pulled off her sequined mask, and her big, golden eyes traced the deep groove of his spine, brushed over his shoulders and stroked through his hair. He could tell the exact instant she focused on his tattoo. Even, white teeth sank into that puffy red lip, and her breath caught audibly as her eyes followed the sinuous curve of the whip from his wrist, around his arm until it draped over his collar bone, the handle dangling across one hard pec. Her appreciation was so obvious that he indulged himself in a brief fantasy that it was his teeth, sinking into her lip, and other even more tender places.

Talk about fucked-up timing.

He stood and draped his shirt over her shoulders. “You have no business up here, Red."

"Kendra."

"What?” She refused to look at him, and Sin was forced to talk to the top of her head.

"My name is Kendra.” She shifted and Sin realized he was touching her bare back, stroking over the baby-soft skin of her hips under the hem of his shirt.

"Well, Kendra, a pretty girl like you who doesn't know the rules could get in real trouble in a place like this."

She stiffened at his chiding tone, jerking away from his stroking hand.

"I do know the rules. I spent two weeks researching the world of Domination and submission. It's not my fault that Mr. Compensating-for-Something over there didn't follow them!"

Sin smiled, both at the fire in her voice and the rather apt nickname she'd given her would-be Dom. “Well, baby girl, it's true that Georgie didn't follow the rules.” Seeing the vindicated look on her face he quickly added, “But you can't experience the reality of this world through the pages of a book, nor can research prepare you for what really happens inside the walls of a place like this."

"I just wanted to feel like all those people I saw on my way in here.” Her voice was low, almost a whisper, and all the starch seemed to have gone out of her defiant posture.

He should be escorting her out of here, showing her down the stairs and out the front door. Yeah, that's what he should be doing, but instead he found himself asking, “And what do you think they felt?"

"Pleasure.” She almost looked up, fastening wide, golden eyes on his chin. “Such immense pleasure the body can hardly contain it.” Her eyes dropped, her chin lowering, leaving him staring once more at her satiny hair. “I've never felt that kind of pleasure."

He was so screwed. His head kept screaming, asshole, get her out of here. Instead he lifted one of her wrists and rubbed the angry red mark left by George's cuffs. Fucker had better stay out of his sight; Sin would be happy to do some marking up of his own.

"Kendra.” He waited until she raised her head, refusing to continue until she met his gaze. When she did, he was nearly struck dumb. Wide, golden-brown eyes met his, the innocence and yearning in them sending an arrow straight to his soul. His woman. His to mark. His to train. No one else's. “Baby girl, do you still want to know what real pleasure feels like?"

"It wouldn't be like that? Like with him?” Her gaze darted in the direction George had taken.

"It would be nothing like that.” He met her eyes, drowning in their melting depths.

"Then yes, please."

Releasing a breath he hadn't even realized he was holding, Sin walked over and pulled a solid screen to cover the doorway. They would have no voyeurs this evening. He moved back to her and removed his shirt from her shoulders.

"Your safe word is red. You may call me Master Sin, or just Master. Once we begin there is no stopping unless you say the safe word. If you do not understand something, you may ask, but we do things my way. In this room no does not mean no. The only thing that will make me stop is if you say the safe word. Do you understand?"

She nodded hesitantly, her eyes tracing the sinuous line of his tattoo.

"What is your safe word, Kendra?"

She didn't speak right away; her forehead was slightly scrunched up as if she were repeating his every word in her head. She finally dragged her eyes back to his. “It's red."

"Good girl.” He stepped away from her and let his gaze slide deliberately over every inch of her body. “Remove your dress,” he murmured, suppressing a smile when she jumped, startled at the sound of his voice. “The bra and panties stay on, but the dress has to go. Now."

Kendra gulped and called on every ounce of courage she possessed as she pushed the tattered dress down her shoulders and over her hips, letting it fall to the floor.

The red lace demi-bra and matching panties made her feel even more exposed than if she'd been naked. Every insecurity she'd ever had about her body flared to raging life. She wanted to suck in her stomach and push out her chest but there was no use in hiding her curves, so instead she stood straight and tried her best to appear relaxed.

He was an Adonis. When he'd removed his shirt, Kendra had been dazzled by his physical beauty. He was all broad and bronzed and satiny smooth, hairless except for a thin trail that drew her eyes from his navel ... down. But what really caught her imagination was the intricate black ink that wound around his arm, highlighting round, sculpted muscles. She wanted to lick her way around that tattoo, sink her teeth into the handle of the whip while she sampled the salt of his skin.

He stood, arms crossed, staring at her for what felt like forever before moving behind her, circling her in the same way a wolf does his prey.

A soft clinking sound, like glass on glass, drew her attention to the side of the cubicle. Before she could turn her head to look, though, he spoke in that same, soft voice.

"Eyes in front. Arms at your sides."

She immediately faced forward, resisting the urge to squirm as his commands sent a tingle of arousal crawling over her skin.

Suddenly he was behind her again, the heat of his body blanketing her back. He gathered her hair in his fist and bundled it into a messy knot at her nape. Before she could process what he was doing, she heard glass sing again, and drops of cool, heavy liquid were hitting her spine. He lowered his head to speak into her hair, his warm breath stirring the curls.

"This is Indian Tobacco,” he explained. “It's a rare oil, very difficult to find."

The oil slid down the groove of her spine, at first cool, but quickly absorbing her body heat. Sure, thick fingers smoothed the liquid from the center of her back outward toward her sides as he continued speaking.

"Why do you think it's so rare?” He leaned closer, letting his breath ghost over her collarbones. His thumbs ran up and down the small of her back, while his long fingers curved around her sides, almost brushing the full lower curves of her breasts. “What makes it so special? Tell me how it feels, Kendra."

With his last words he blew a gust of warmth over her shoulders and down her back. Ice flashed over her flesh, then fire, a confusing contradiction of sensations that left her shivering and gasping.

"Tell me,” he repeated. Each breath sent sparks of fire and ice over her skin. “Tell me everything you're feeling."

"I feel on fire,” she finally choked out.

He slid one finger lightly from her nape to the band of her panties, skipping easily over the lace of her bra, and sending frissions of sensation over every oil-coated inch of her back.

"What else?” he questioned relentlessly.

"So sensitive,” she gasped. And it was. More sensitive than she'd ever been. He began tracing patterns on her skin, swirls and circles, and every shape felt branded into her flesh.

"Why am I using Indian Tobacco, Kendra?"

She tried to focus, tried to think enough to form an answer, but he'd slid his hands around her waist and was cupping her breasts, drenching her with oil through the open lace of her bra.

"Ohmigod,” she gasped. “Sin, I'm on fire."

A sharp pinch to her nipples drew a startled cry from her. This pinch was so different than the one the other Dom had given her. This one stung but was mingled with a pleasurable tingle.

"How do you address me?” His voice was as soft as his fingers were hard

"Master. Master Sin, I'm burning up."

"That's better, Kendra.” His voice soothed her as his hands wandered down her legs, gliding down the fronts of her thighs, then up the backs, spreading oil and fire in their wake. He paused and slid his fingers under her panties, cupping the full globes of her ass and squeezing, ripping a gasp from her throat.

"Now tell me, baby girl, why do I want you all warmed up and sensitive?"

When she couldn't answer, couldn't do anything more than moan and arch into his touch, he answered for her.

"This special oil will make your skin so sensitive, make each sensation so bright and exquisite, that your body won't be able to contain them. It will take you higher than you ever imagined, multiply the feel of my hands and my mouth on your delicious body."

Her thoughts spoken in his soft, rough voice sent a starburst of sensation through her, igniting low in her middle. Nothing she'd ever experienced had prepared her for this man who could arouse her to near mindlessness with just the rush of his breath and the sound of his voice. Kendra whimpered, torn between pleasure and panic. She couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't experience anything but what his beautiful, hypnotic voice described.

As if he understood the precipice she was on, as if he could feel her teetering on the sharp edge between torment and euphoria, Sin changed his touch. Where before he'd stroked to tantalize, now he petted to soothe. Slowly Kendra felt her breath even out, still fast but no longer dangerously shallow. It wasn't until he stepped away from her that she realized Sin had been holding her, supporting her from behind until she could stand on her own. The knowledge flushed her with another sort of warmth, gave her a feeling of safety that straightened her spine and steadied her legs.

"Beautiful, Kendra.” He moved around to face her, running one slick finger along the line of her jaw. “You're a natural at this, aren't you?” His approval sang over her, and she dared to let her eyes flicker to his face.

"Hands behind your back.” His voice was low and soft, not cold and demanding like George's had been. His expression was calm, even serene. No hint of passion or emotion marred his perfect features.

But his eyes blazed.

Where George's calm had originated from a lack of emotion, it seemed to Kendra that Sin's calm was rooted in a rock-solid control of too much emotion.

Kendra shakily crossed her wrists at the small of her back, and Sin immediately wrapped a pair of soft leather cuffs around them. Tight enough to keep her arms where he wanted them, but flexible enough that no pain radiated from the site.

"Excellent, Kendra.” She smiled a little at the approval in his voice, but that smile faltered at his next words. “Now we're ready to begin."

"Yes, Master Sin."

Her response hit every nerve along Sin's cock. Her voice, low and a little hesitant, was telling a different story than those big, mysterious eyes. Eyes that he could swear saw straight into his soul. When she called him Master, Sin had to squash the urge to pound his chest like a caveman and howl out his triumph.

She was perfect. Perfect and his. He closed his eyes briefly to savor the softness of her skin beneath his hands as he stroked over her, kneeling to start at her feet before working his way up her knees, encircling full thighs and ample hips. Massaging her with fluid movements over her still-tense muscles.

"Spread your thighs, Red,” he commanded. He hissed when her thighs parted and he saw the wet patch that made the crotch of her panties a darker shade than the scarlet lace stretching over her hips. She was so fucking wet for him already. His cock strained against the slight tension of the band circling its base, a painful reminder of where he wanted to be, buried in her wet heat.

He stood up and recovered the cut glass bottle filled with Indian Tobacco oil. Normally he'd dilute the oil, adding jojoba or Vitamin E to temper the tingling burn caused by the natural remedy, but he knew that using it in its concentrated form would allow the oil to soak into her skin, entering her very blood stream and pumping a steady stream of sensory stimulation through her from head to toe. Removing the glass stopper, he waited until she looked up, catching her eyes before drizzling oil across her ample cleavage.

She shuddered, more he knew, from the idea of what was coming than from the sensation itself. The sensation would come later. Sin dripped oil over her rounded tummy, then set the bottle aside. He wrapped his hands around her waist, catching the oil that slid down toward her pubis and massaging upward. She jerked under his hands, breath ripping in and out roughly. Slowly he rubbed the oil in, coating her waist, her arms, and then smoothing over the generous curves that threatened to burst through the lace of her bra.

Sin released the clip holding her bound wrists together and took her hand, leading her back to the pommel horse. Her eyes flicked over his face and her teeth worried her lower lip, but she remained silent. Good. She was showing more trust than he had the right to expect after her encounter with George. More respect than he deserved, considering the things he wanted to do to her.

They arrived at the apparatus and he paused, memorizing the sight of her. Pale, smooth skin contrasted dramatically with scarlet lace. Her hair trailed down from the messy knot he'd tied it in. Peeking out from the golden-brown curls, a tiny pair of devil horns taunted him. She was the embodiment of wicked innocence, and Sin couldn't wait to corrupt her.

"Strip,” he commanded, enjoying the flicker of nerves in her eyes and the way she drew her bottom lip between her teeth. “Slowly,” he added when she reached quickly behind herself to undo the catch of her bra.

She drew a breath, and Sin's breath caught too at the way her breasts strained against the lace of her bra. Then they were free, falling full and luscious to rest against her ribcage as she discarded the bra.

"Don't,” he snapped when she instinctively moved to cover herself. “Those are mine, and I want to look at them.” She blinked, and dropped her hands. A faint smile showed in those eloquent eyes, and Sin knew she liked the idea of belonging to him. Maybe even liked it as much as he did.

"Now the panties,” he reminded her, narrowing his eyes when she hesitated. “What?” he asked, sensing that more than shyness was stopping her.

"I'm embarrassed,” she confessed softly. “I'm definitely not swimsuit model material."

Sin frowned. He understood her insecurity, but it infuriated him. “You're perfect, Kendra,” he said emphatically. “You've got the curves of a real woman. God,” he continued, “sinking into your gorgeous body is going to be like fucking a cloud, all warm and soft..."

Her eyes had dropped to his crotch, and he knew she was noting just how much he liked the idea of her softness.

"Your body is mine,” he concluded. “It is perfect. Do not ever criticize my possession again."

The acceptance and relief glowing in her eyes nearly unmanned him. Oh fuck, he was in the deep end and going down fast.

She drew the lace panties slowly over her hips, thighs, and let them fall to the ground before taking a step in his direction, leaving them pooled on the floor behind her. Then she stood, silent and proud, arms loose at her sides as she displayed herself for him.

Sin took full advantage, devouring her with his eyes. He moved around behind her and lifted the heavy mass of her unraveling hair to drape forward over her shoulder. Her back was long and lovely, the curve of her hips elegant, and the heart-shaped globes of her ass fairly demanded to be spanked until they flushed a glorious rose.

Stepping closer, he flattened his palm at the small of her back, sliding voluptuously upward through the oil until he could exert slow and steady pressure between her shoulder blades. She responded to the gentle push perfectly, bending gracefully until she rested once more over the device. He moved to her front and crouched, guiding her hands to the legs where he attached clips to her cuffs, binding her upper body painlessly to the pommel horse.

He stood and stroked her cheek, watching her eyes slide closed under the tender caress. Sin was thankful she hid her golden gaze; a man could lose himself in its depths. He moved behind her, crouching again to wrap his hands around her inner thighs. In one firm sweep he slid his hands down, spreading her legs wide. When he reached her ankles, he took another set of Velcro restraints and bound her ankles to the back legs of the pommel horse, then stood to inspect his handiwork.

She was exquisite, bound and spread for his eyes only. Her back was slightly arched, her plump ass raised and her smooth skin shiny from the oil. He licked his lips, imagining her taste. She'd be sweet and spicy, beyond compare.

Sin was about to give Kendra a night to remember, and he had a feeling it may be one to go down in the record books for him, as well.

Kendra was awash in sensation. Her skin tingled from head to toe from that maddening oil. Every time Master Sin moved by her, or leaned in close to speak, the slight stirring of air sent icy flames licking over her. It was torturous. It was the purest pleasure she'd ever experienced.

He'd moved out of her line of sight, but she could hear him sorting through various toys and tools. She suspected he was deliberately making enough noise for her to lay there and speculate. The man clearly had an unusual understanding of what a sexual organ the brain was, and an unnatural talent for capturing her imagination.

When several minutes passed, Kendra felt her tension beginning to rise. Every inch of her body cried out for his touch. Her breasts, pressed hard against the supple leather of the pommel horse, ached. Her pussy, exposed for his scorching gaze, was becoming slicker by the minute, yearning to be used, to be claimed by its Master.

The thought brought her up short. While everything about the BDSM scene had intrigued Kendra during her research, she'd never considered herself submissive. She was independent, assertive and utterly self-sufficient. Not the qualities she associated with a submissive, sexually or otherwise.

So why did the idea of belonging to Master Sin, of virtually being his possession, feel so right? Because it did feel right, more right than anything ever had.

Her musings were cut short when Sin moved close again, trailing something soft along the line of her spine.

"Master!” The word escaped without her volition, an exclamation of nerves and excitement that she clamped down on immediately, unsure of what was allowed.

"What is it, baby girl?” He moved to crouch by her head, beautiful, bronzed muscles rippling. She was momentarily hypnotized by the way his tattoo shifted with his movements.

"Kendra?” There was a little more bite in his voice, recalling her to the present.

"May I ask questions, Master?” She didn't even try to keep the tremble out of her voice. She'd seen the way it kindled the flame in his eyes, and felt a contradictory surge of power. In her bondage, she had as much control over the situation as he did.

"Of course you may ask.” He stroked her tangled hair away from her cheek. “Maybe I should be a little easier on Georgie,” he added wryly. “You're so natural at this, so perfect, it's easy to forget you're a novice."

He shifted to a slightly more comfortable position, ducking his head to meet her eyes.

"My intention is never to trick you into breaking the rules.” He flashed a wicked smile. “If you break the rules, it will be a deliberate choice on your part, so we can both enjoy your punishment. Now,” he added, “if you are not allowed to speak, or to meet my eyes, I'll tell you. For now, you may ask any questions you need to, because it's important you understand what's going on."

"Then...” in spite of his reassurance it was hard to force the words past the knot of nerves in her throat. He continued to pet her hair encouragingly, and she finally blurted out her concerns.

"Then could you please keep explaining what you're doing, Master? When you're silent and I'm just waiting ... it's too easy to get scared."

"Umm. And not in a good way, right?"

She felt a rush of relief that he understood, that he wasn't angry with her.

"Not good,” she agreed.

"And I want you to feel very good,” he murmured softly. He shifted and showed her what he held in his hand. A short handled flogger with numerous suede strips, knotted at the ends to give them a hint of bite.

"I'm going to whip you, Kendra.” She shuddered, whether with fear or anticipation even she couldn't say. “Not to hurt you, or to punish you, but because I'll enjoy it. And so will you.” He trailed the strips over her shoulders.

"It will further sensitize your skin, drawing the blood to the surface until the slightest touch streaks over you like lightning.” He stood abruptly, and his voice lost its dreamy softness.

"Do you have any further questions?” Unable to speak, mesmerized by the sway of the flogger in her peripheral vision, she shook her head.

"Good. Then we can begin.” He tipped her chin up with the handle of the flogger and met her eyes briefly. “If you need to stop, use your safe word. You remember what it is?"

"Red."

"Yes, red. If you say the safe word I'll stop. But,” he added in a harder voice, “don't abuse it. Once we stop, unless you've got a really good reason, our session will be finished."

The devil she'd been dressed as reared its naughty head.

"Master Sin? Would needing to use the bathroom be a really good reason?” She clamped down hard on her smile when he stilled and shot her a startled look.

"Yes, of course.” He took a step toward her. “Do you...?"

She was already shaking her head, and she was afraid the smile was breaking free. “No, I just wondered if it would be a really good reason."

His smile would have been downright scary if she hadn't trusted him so absolutely.

"I see you've got the deliberate misbehavior thing down cold,” he commented dryly, shaking his head. “Let's save punishment for a little later.” The flogger trailed lightly over the curves of her buttocks and she shivered. “For after the pleasure."

Sin was still chuckling to himself as he positioned himself at her hip. She really was a natural sub, the perfect combination of submission and sass. He didn't know which got to him more, her vulnerability and hunger to understand what they were doing, or her wicked teasing. He suspected that his Red was woman enough to keep him on his toes for a long, long time.

What the fuck? Sin drew himself up short. He did not think in the long term. And Red was his for the night, but no more. He needed to get his head screwed on straight about that right now.

It was difficult to keep it together as he admired her shimmering body, spread so beautifully before him. Fuck! He couldn't remember the last time his cock had ached like this. The confines of the ring restricted the bloodflow, made him throb harder, deeper. He refused to give himself even the slightest relief. Kendra would find her pleasure first. Sin knew the value of patience. He'd find far more satisfaction watching her go to pieces than he would in a few rough strokes of his dick.

He shook his head, trying to shake loose too many unwelcome thoughts, and turned his attention back to Kendra. She lay, flushed and gleaming and just waiting for his touch. He trailed the tails of the flogger over her one last, lingering time, and then set to work.

The first impact was light, almost like raindrops on her over-stimulated skin. The rush of warmth that followed in the wake of the light slap of the flogger seemed to wash straight from her back to her pussy, leaving her contracting hungrily on air.

The second impact held more sting. Still more sound than sensation. Kendra found herself arching slightly into the blow, reaching for a firmer contact. Of course, the more she rose into each swing, the lighter the blows became.

The tease!

Master Sin was teasing her, tormenting her, giving her just enough to make her want more.

"More..."

She didn't realize she'd spoken the word aloud until there was a pause in the light patter of the flogger against her skin.

"More what, baby girl?” His voice was a sensual blow all on its own.

"More, Master. Harder, faster, something...” She trailed off, unsure of how to ask for what she needed. Unsure of anything except, “I don't know what, I just need more. Please."

"You ask so prettily, how can I refuse you?"

The blows resumed, firmer, stinging and leaving a wash of unbearable heat in their wake. She was writhing, couldn't help it. From her nape to the small of her back, his flogger crises-crossed her with fire. Each tingle, each sting drew gasps, moans, almost musical sounds of pain and pleasure that she'd never guessed she was capable of making.

He moved lower, strapping the lower curve of her butt cheek, the tails of the flogger wrapping around her inner thigh, glancing off her pussy, and the contact was electric.

"Ohmigod.” She sobbed the words, pushing against her bonds, pushing hard into the blows of the flogger. Master Sin didn't make her suffer, raining blows on the swollen, fiery mouth of her sex. She felt the slide of her honey coating her inner lips, slipping out until her inner thighs were slick, sliding against the leather of the pommel horse. This was more than she had ever dreamed. The small amount of pain gave over to unbearable pleasure with each blow he landed.

"Can you come like this, baby girl?” She heard the words, but they made no sense. Nothing made sense except the repeated sting of the flogger, the ache of her sex, the drive for more.

"Kendra!” The flogger paused, and she whimpered in distress.

"No, don't stop, please Master...” She felt almost incoherent, drowning in need.

"I asked you a question.” His voice was implacable and he withheld the stinging pleasure she craved. “Can you come like this?” He dragged the handle of the flogger firmly through her slit. It slid easily over her saturated flesh and she shuddered, arching to maintain contact as long as possible.

"I don't know,” she whispered. Later she thought she might be embarrassed or even disturbed that she was so close to getting off from a spanking. Now all she knew was that she needed it more than she needed air to breathe.

"Let's see, then.” He redoubled his efforts. Not an inch of her was left untouched. The flogging seemed never ending, one blow blending into another until her entire body was a throbbing mass of sensual agony.

"Can you come like this?” His voice was rougher now, as if the flogging were affecting him, too.

She wanted to come, strained for it, but it remained like the brass ring of a carousel, just beyond her reach.

"Tell me, dammit!” His words were another lash, and she answered immediately, jerking under the sensations.

"No, Master!” It was a wail of distress. “Please, Master Sin, I can't come like this. Help me."

The leather of the pommel horse was wet beneath her cheek, and Kendra realized she was crying. Master Sin heard her gasping sobs, and it seemed that something broke loose in him, too.

She dimly heard the thump as the flogger hit the floor. Then she heard nothing but the sharp crack of his hand on her ass. Sharper and hotter, he spanked her, focusing his blows on her pussy, sliding in the honey that flowed freely from her.

"Come for me,” he gritted. God, she wished she could see him. See the molten silver of his eyes. “Come!” He commanded, and she was so close.

"I'm trying, Master.” Her voice was provocative, even to her. “Help me."

"Fuck," he snarled, and the next blow was accompanied by two rough, wide fingers thrusting into her channel.

"Come now!” The edge of his spanking palm caught her clit, squeezing it against the leather of the horse. His fingers corkscrewed into her pussy, stretching her with an irresistible burn. And she came.

It was like being caught in a star gone supernova. An implosion, a gathering of energy, and then the most spectacular explosion of sensation, ripping from the top of her head to the soles of her feet.

She screamed. She heard it, but couldn't believe it. Kendra wasn't a screamer. Wasn't a particularly noisy lover at all. But Master Sin drew scream after scream from her burning throat as he drew out her pleasure, until finally there was no more. No more breath to scream. No more energy to feel the convulsions rocking her core.

Sin barely kept himself on his feet. Kendra's cries were driving him fucking crazy. He knew how to make a woman come. He was damn good at it. But he'd never, ever driven a woman to the heights he'd just seen his Red attain. Her pleasure was spine tingling. He felt such a sense of power and humility all at once. This woman did trust him to give her pleasure, taking what he gave into herself, then turning it back on him threefold. He never had a woman come so quickly for him before, nor did he ever remember being rocked to the core by a lover's reaction to his ministrations.

Sin ripped open his pants, the force sending the first button skittering across the room. His dick popped out through the opening, but the freedom offered no relief. His cockhead was swollen to unnatural proportions, dripping pre-cum from the tip down the sides. The ring was drawn tight, another rarity. He usually had to tighten the damn thing up, but not this time. Not with this woman. His woman.

He knew it was insane to think such things, but tonight he couldn't resist. In this place, in this moment she was his and only his. He moved his hands gently over her reddened behind. Rich pink lines rose where the flogger's tails had marked her. She shivered and pushed into his caress, and tremors shot through Sin at the way she responded to him even now, after such an intense spanking.

"You did beautifully, baby girl.” His voice was husky and he winced. He'd been affected just as much as she, if not more, by her orgasm.

Sin went to his knees behind her, spreading her puffy pink lips with both hands. Her cream coated not only her skin but the pommel as well. He needed to taste her, to glide his tongue along her hot flesh and know her scent.

"I'm going to lick your cunt, Red."

She answered on a sharp gasp, “Ohmigod. Oh, yes, Master."

His lips grazed her pussy. He smoothed them back and forth gently, learning the shape of her outer lips before moving along her slit, the tip of his tongue sinking into her entrance. He pulled back and savored her sweet taste. Licking his lips, he moved back in for more of her honey, putting his hands on her full ass cheeks to pull them apart, giving him even deeper access to her most intimate folds. He went deeper and deeper, driving his tongue from her clit to her tight ass, rimming both holes and drawing a cry from her with this most intimate of kisses. Her taste drew him like no other flavor he'd ever experienced.

He wanted to feel her explode on his tongue, to capture her essence and hold it forever. She was intoxicating and Sin's normal iron control cracked a bit as he allowed his own moan to escape and join hers. He turned his head, grinding his chin against her flushed, swollen clit as his tongue pumped inside of her, stabbing hard, like he was going to do with his cock.

"Master Sin ... please, may I come?” He heard the question but wasn't quite prepared to stop tasting her long enough to answer. He captured her clit between his lips, sucking it between his teeth while flicking the tip with his tongue, and pushed two fingers back inside of her. He crooked his fingers, making short, controlled thrusts over the tender spot inside of her.

"Ohmigod ... what are you doing to me?” Her voice was barely above a whisper, ragged from her sobbing breaths.

He let go of her clit just long enough to rasp, “Come for me, Red,” then sucked hard as his fingers made pass after pass over that sensitive spot inside her. He felt the hard contractions against his fingers, the rich cream flooding her passage, and he quickly pulled them out, replacing them with his mouth. He drew out her orgasm, drew out the creamy honey of her arousal, drinking her down as she screamed out her pleasure.

Sin dropped back to sit on his heels once he'd taken all she had to give, struck dumb by her, by his reaction to her. A rare thing indeed. He licked his lips and stretched up to scrape his teeth over her swollen folds, savoring her taste.

"Damn, baby girl, I could go down on you all day and still not have enough.” His voice was disturbingly rough and shaky. He only hoped she was blown away enough not to notice it. He decided he was safe when she simply sighed, “Master...” between ragged, hitching breaths.

He stayed on his knees for a long moment, collecting himself and giving them both a brief respite.

Kendra's mind was adrift on a sea of pleasure. Her body felt as limp as overcooked noodles. Her pussy throbbed and ached, and Kendra realized that this was the first time she'd truly orgasmed with a partner. Oh, she could get herself there just fine, but no lover had ever inspired more than a sweet tremor of pleasure. Certainly not two orgasms that knocked all rational thought out of her head, made her whine and stretch, beg and plead.

A light bulb seemed to go off in her brain as Kendra realized the experience had been so intense was because she truly was a submissive. She craved Sin's touch but more, she craved his domination. She craved the safety of letting him make the decisions, of letting him see to her pleasure. And she knew with absolute certainty that he would see to her pleasure.

She slowly began to bring her breathing under control. Ce and Megan were going to expect every little detail and Kendra found that she didn't want to share her experience with anyone else. This was private, something just between her and Sin. A memory only they would share.

He touched her hair, then bent down and removed the cuffs from the pommel. He went to the back and released her legs. She heard more scuffling behind her and then he was back by her head. His hands skimmed her sides.

"I'm going to help you stand. Your body has been through a lot, so if you need to lean on me, do it."

"Yes, Master.” She allowed him to pull her shoulders up, then the rest of her followed. He'd been right, she was trembling from head to toe. But it wasn't from being tired, it was excitement at what would happen next.

She didn't have to wait long. He clipped her still-cuffed wrists together in front of her and guided her onto a thick, soft mat that he'd placed on the floor.

"On your knees, Red.” His order was harsh and Kendra couldn't help but think she'd somehow managed to do something wrong.

Sin helped her to her knees and she inhaled as she came face to face for the first time with his erection. She looked up at him. His face could have been carved from stone, a beautiful, harsh statue.

"Have I displeased you, Master?” She hated the wobble in her voice, and hated even more the emotion that had put it there. She might have discovered the glory of being a sub, but she was also quickly learning that there was an unpleasant vulnerability on the flip side.

"It's not possible for you to displease me, baby girl.” His voice was as hard as his face, but his hands on her cheeks were gentle. His eyes blazed.

She opened her mouth to question him further, but he cut her off, placing his finger over her lips.

"No more questions. No more words. Wrap your beautiful lips around my cock and suck me."

Kendra pulled his pants down to his calves, awkward because of her bound hands and his boots. His hard-on hit her cheek; his arousal wet her skin, making her mouth water. Bringing up her bound hands, she grasped him by the root, her eyes never leaving his. She brushed her closed mouth across his tip and Sin closed his eyes. His head fell back on his shoulders.

Kendra dragged her thumbs up his shaft, along the underside while she wetted her lips with his pre-cum. She was teasing him and knew she might be punished for it later. Hell, she hoped she would be punished for it later. But for now, she was going to learn every ridge, every dip, and every pulsing vein wrapping the length of his cock.

She dropped her hands to his heavy sac, testing the weight in her palm, squeezing it lightly. The adjustable cock ring caught her eye.

The round piece of rubber appeared way too tight, painfully so.

"Master, would you like me to loosen this?” she asked, one finger touching the band and circling it.

"Enough!” he hissed through clenched teeth. “Wrap your mouth around me now Kendra, or so help me I will have your ass."

Sin opened his eyes long enough to see the small smile of satisfaction on Kendra's face. Her mouth opened, and almost in slow motion she moved her head forward, taking the head of his cock into her mouth. Her eyes never left his, her innocent golden gaze tore at him and he closed his eyes against it, but even that wasn't enough.

"Fuck.” He drew back, catching her chin to keep her from following him. He stripped out of his boots, tossing them in the corner and pulled his pants up to his hips. Striding quickly to a small chest against one wall, he dragged out a blue silk scarf which he quickly folded lengthwise.

Kendra sat on her knees watching him curiously. There was no fear in her eyes, not even a hint of the nerves that had so shaken her earlier. No, that golden gaze was pure trust, and it was pure Hell on his control.

Moving behind her, he wrapped the scarf over her eyes, blindfolding her. He stepped back in front of her and just stared for a moment. She was a visual feast. Loose, tumbling curls sparking golden brown around her shoulders, wrapping around her luscious breasts and playing hide and seek with her swollen red nipples. The little red horns that had somehow stayed perched in her hair marked her for what she was—a devil, a demon who'd taken possession of him, body and soul. The sky blue of the blindfold contrasted beautifully with the pale cream of her skin, made the deep rose of her lips even richer.

He was her Master. It was his duty to see to her pleasure, and that meant keeping his own under control. And how the fuck was he supposed to do that?

He thrust his leathers back down to his knees. Threading his hands in her hair he led her mouth back to his cock and held on, allowing her the time to explore him.

"Now suck me, Red."

Tiny pulses of sensation shot from his tip as she licked around his crown. He grew impossibly harder as she pulled lightly at his cockhead, and he growled “Suck me, Red. Quit playing.” She hummed against his shaft, the vibration nearly undoing him, then hollowing her cheeks, she sucked him in, hard and deep. Sin tangled his hands roughly in her hair, held her harder and thrust deeper still, until he felt her start to gag.

"Relax, baby girl. Relax your throat, and when you feel me there, swallow.” Slowly, he set up a rhythm that she could take, and a dance of lips and tongue and throbbing cock emerged. Kendra licking him bottom to top, top to bottom, like her favorite candy stick. Sin pumping into her mouth, shallow at first, then deeper. She learned to relax a little more each time, and his thick cock sank deeper with each thrust.

Every muscle went tight, and he found himself moving into her rhythm, rocking onto the balls of his feet as her sweet, sinful mouth took him deeper, higher. She pulled back, running her open mouth down his shaft, nuzzling the base of his cock, then lower. He opened his legs more, as much as his pants would allow, and she burrowed deeper, licking that hot little tongue over his balls, dancing it over the rubber of the cock ring and then rubbing it over the satiny smooth skin just behind them. Her tongue was as hot as he'd imagined it would be. She left little fires everywhere it touched his flesh.

"Fuck, Kendra,” he hissed, arching with the pleasure, thanking God for the ring that kept him from spending then and there.

His hands knotted in her hair as she wrapped her bound hands around his shaft. The soft leather of her cuffs was unbearably abrasive against his groin. She pulled along his shaft, surprisingly rough, surprisingly perfect, and took one swollen teste into her mouth, sucking just hard enough. Just hard enough to blow the top off his head. Just hard enough to send his cum shooting from his balls in a scalding surge down the length of his dick, to explode over her hands.

Blindly he clutched at her, lost to anything but the feel of her mouth on him. Blindly she pulled back, somehow directing the ropes of burning cum across her breasts. The sight pushed his orgasm higher. His seed spattered her chest, decorated her gorgeous nipples like liquid pearls. Sin gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and let himself fly. Drowning at the sight of his cum lying shiny and thick on her fair skin.

When he opened his eyes, she'd found his cock with her mouth again and was licking, cleaning away the evidence of his loss of control. Drinking him down. Gentling him.

He unwound his hands from her hair with a little tug, and pulled out of her mouth with a soft pop.

"Master?” He wondered if she whispered because of his order not to talk, or because her throat was tender from his deep thrusting.

"Yes, baby girl?"

"You're still so hard,” she trailed off, and her lip trembled a bit.

"It's the cock ring,” he explained. “I'll stay hard until I take it off.” He used his hands in her hair to guide her down to a sitting position on the mat. “And I won't be taking it off for quite a while yet,” he added.

"Lie back, Kendra.” He watched as she obeyed. “Now bring your knees up, hands above your head.” She complied, stretching her bound hands over her head and allowing her knees to fall open. Her body flushed a rosy pink as Sin said nothing, but continued to stare. He'd never seen a more beautiful sight than this woman lying before him like an ancient sacrifice.

Her beautifully full body was made to cradle him, to take him in deep and rock with him. Sin kicked off his pants and tossed them aside. He went to his knees and moved in close, pushing her thighs still further apart with his hips, making a place for himself. Leaning over her, Sin grasped his cock in one hand, poised at her entrance. He placed his other palm on her cheek in a gesture of tenderness and possession, and then he moved in, letting his dick slide home.

Nothing had ever felt so right. She clasped him like a silken vise, tiny, secret muscles clamping down along the length of his shaft, dragging a deep grunt of satisfaction from his chest.

"Oh, fuck, Red,” Sin gasped when her hips rose, taking him deeper into her plush heat. She filled his head, her sounds, and her scent. He wasn't able to look away from her. The silk of her blindfold was darker, wet with sweat or tears. Her cheeks were round and soft, flushed with pleasure, and her mouth was a ripe, red temptation he just wasn't strong enough to resist.

Sin fell on her, catching her legs in a grip he knew would leave bruises, and feeling a primal rush of satisfaction at the thought of her bearing his marks. He dragged her closer, wrapped her legs around his waist, and lunged in to taste her lips for the first time. The moment his tongue slid across hers Sin knew he was a fucking goner. Her mouth melded perfectly to his in a kiss that left him lost in space; there was no control, no cold calculated seduction of her body.

There was only thunder and lightning, fire and rain as the kiss deepened further. Sin began to rock his hips in time to the irresistible beat in his blood.

Kendra was drowning in a desire so stark she felt raw. A part of her wanted to run from Sin, the other part wanted to never let him go. How could she ever go back to life as usual after this night? God, she had been such a fool to think she could have a casual encounter with a man like Sin.

Everywhere he touched, every word he spoke carved a deeper notch in her heart. He was made to take her, to touch her, to dominate her. The idea of this being the only time she'd feel him inside of her made her stomach clench painfully. She stuffed down the stray thought, determined to enjoy all the pleasure Sin was showing her.

His body moved faster and he pulled her tighter to him. She met his every thrust, arching into his body. With a muffled scream she licked over his chest, then fastened her mouth to his pectoral, clamping her teeth into the muscle where she remembered his tattoo ended.

She bit down hard and was rewarded with his triumphant shout. She sucked hard, determined to leave her mark upon his body, something for him to remember her by.

"Yes.” He wrapped his hand around the nape of her neck and pulled her face back up, fastening his mouth to hers.

A kiss. Kisses weren't supposed to devastate a woman. Master Sin's did. His kisses took her to place she'd never dreamed existed. A place where there was no outside world, only Sin and Kendra, Master and slave. Kendra knew she had been born to serve him, and only him.

Sin shifted, catching her legs over his arms, opening her wider, letting himself sink deeper. He'd lost even the illusion of control, jack-hammering into her pussy with a single imperative, his body screaming at him for release.

Not yet, not yet ... he chanted. He'd fucked enough to know just how rare it was to find true paradise in the body of a woman. His woman. And he wasn't ready for it to end. He wanted to soak her into his very cells, brand himself on every inch of her. He wanted her to come around his cock, to scream his name, and to beg for more than this one night.

Sin lunged back, jerking to his knees. More. He needed more of her. He gritted out a curse and grasped her ankles, lifting her legs and spreading them, placing her feet on his shoulders.

She screamed at the change in position, a startled, stuttering cry that wrapped around his balls and squeezed. He reached down, rubbed her clit with thumb and stroked harder.

Fuck, she was gorgeous, so gorgeous. Her generous breasts moved with his every thrust, her lips red and swollen as she moaned and mewed. Reaching out with his free hand, he took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, twisting, pulling it away from her body and rolling it, mimicking what he was doing to her clit.

Her back arched up off the floor.

"Master, I need to come. Please, please, please."

"Come, baby. Come.” Sin couldn't deny her pleasure. Her body tensed, and a scream ripped from her. Her pussy clamped down on him, hard, slow contractions that seemed to drag his soul out by way of his dick. Sin stilled as her walls pulsed around him, watching her face, the way her mouth fell open, the hectic flush of her cheeks. Her orgasm washed over him like a summer storm, purifying him, recharging him, punching the breath from his body.

His balls tightened, no more denying the release, and he pulled out. Gripping his shaft, he pumped once, twice before pouring his seed high on her chest to land across her breasts. He'd lied earlier because in this moment he'd never witnessed a more exquisite sight.

He fell forward, catching himself on his forearm over her, one hand tangling in her hair, knocking the blindfold free, as the other fisted his cock, dragging out each spasm.

Her eyes were squeezed shut, her face damp and flushed, and fuck she was beautiful. The sight washed over him as his orgasm eased. His hand slowed, and so did the bursts of cum. Then she opened those golden eyes, and the pure trust and emotion shimmering there sent him right back over the top.

"Fuck, fuck, Kendra.” He roared the words, screamed them as a low tingle started in his back and, recognizing the sensation, he grabbed at his cock again. Pulling on it harder, faster he watched as Kendra flashed her hungry eyes to what his hand was doing. Her eyes went dark as she watched him jerk his cock in a steady rhythm, lost in an experience he'd never imagined.

Her tiny, bound hands slipped between them, to cup his balls, and he felt another orgasm being ripped from him. A pleasure that surpassed pain took hold of him, and he roared out his dominance and marked his woman with still more of his burning cum.

Sin collapsed over her, crushing her under his weight. His chest heaved, his breath gusting over her neck, stirring the curls of hair stuck to her damp skin. They were melded together, glued together by sweat and cum, and Kendra thought she'd be happy to stay that way forever.

She felt tears streaking down her temples and soaking her hair. Tears of joy at the euphoria washing over her body. Tears of sorrow at the knowledge that after tonight she would be condemned to go back to a life of mediocrity. Of arrogant men without anything to back up their arrogance or mild-mannered men afraid to do anything this remarkable. Only now, she would know what she was missing.

In other words, Kendra was fucked, and not in a good way.

Eventually Sin's breathing steadied, and he lifted up, balancing on one arm and reaching down to loosen the cock ring with the other.

"I had no idea that was physiologically possible,” Kendra rasped, surprised at the husky tone in her voice.

He'd been looking down, but at her words he raised his head, tossing back his mane of thick, dark hair.

"It's not,” he commented with a quirky smile.

Kendra drew a finger through evidence and raised her eyebrows meaningfully. Sin snorted out a laugh.

"Cock ring.” She gave him a speculative look and started to giggle when he wagged his eyebrows at her. He shook his head and rolled to the side, pulling her with him until she snuggled into his side. “Okay, maybe the combination of you and the cock ring."

She'd just settled in, savoring the most amazing afterglow of her life when a knock on the wall sounded an interruption.

"Fuck off,” Sin grunted without opening his eyes.

"No can do, buddy,” an amused male voice replied. “Last call's come and gone and Brady wants you to do the rounds while he deals with a little female trouble."

"Ohmigod,” Kendra whispered. “Celia and Megan!"

"Fuck off, Ryan,” Sin repeated. “And tell Brady he can fuck off, too."

"I'll let you tell Brady that yourself, dickhead.” Sin closed his eyes and let his head drop back to the floor as Ry's voice faded. He knew the night had to end, but wanted to have a few minutes to hold Kendra before sending her home.

And he knew he'd send her home without him. She was young, inexperienced, and had come here with Celia Jenner. Sin also knew without a doubt that Kendra would never have stepped foot through the front door, much less attempted the third floor, without Celia's influence. Yes, she was a natural submissive, but it was obvious that this was her first real experience with being dominated. There was no reason for him to believe that she wanted to take things any further between them. The world was full of Dom's, and Kendra was new enough to the lifestyle that she would want to experiment.

Never mind that the idea of her experimenting with anyone other than him made him completely homicidal.

Kendra savored every second in Sin's arms. She knew they needed to move, she needed to find Celia and Megan. She knew that this night had to end, and she had to go back to being plain old Kendra Moore. In time she'd feel nothing but gratitude that she'd had this experience. Every woman should have a fantasy lover at least once in her life, and Kendra knew that Master Sin was it for her.

In time she'd be grateful. For now, all she could feel was the looming loss.

Sin rose far too soon, pulled on his leathers and moved out of the cubicle. Moments later he returned with a basin of warm, peppermint-scented water and soft cloths.

"The peppermint will sooth any lingering aches and pains,” he murmured as he began stroking the warm, luxurious cloths over her body. He took special care with the tender flesh of her back, pausing to smooth healing balm over the raised pattern left by the flogger. Kendra wanted to melt, the combination of sexual satiation and physical pampering turning her into a puddle of goo.

He'd just finished rubbing her dry with a fluffy towel and was tucking her into his shirt when someone pounded on the screen blocking the open side of the cubicle so hard that all three walls shook.

"Ah, fuck,” Sin muttered, moving the screen aside to confront the club's owner.

The notorious Brady Ryder stood glowering into the cubicle, and Kendra had to resist the urge to hide. The man was intimidating—Hell, scary—enough at his best. Now, clearly pissed, the man could send hardened criminals crying for their mommies.

"You got something to say to me, Master Sin?” The big man's voice rumbled, causing Kendra to flinch, but Sin didn't even blink.

"What, you didn't get my message?” He gave a smile that was more teeth than good humor. “I believe I told you to fuck off, boss."

Brady shook his head disgustedly. “Well, while you've been up here playing, I've been downstairs keeping this one's,” he gestured to Kendra, who'd crept up behind Sin and was peering around his shoulder, “friends from taking the place apart to find her.” He turned his attention to Kendra, and she tried to burrow deeper into Sin's back. She didn't realize how tightly she was pressed against him until he slid his arm back, wrapping it around her. Instantly she felt safe, somehow protected from the bald, tattooed giant facing her.

"Look, sweetheart,” Brady rumbled at her. “This is no place for you. You're not a member, you're not an approved guest, you're way too inexperienced to be here,” he cast Sin a quick glance, “or at least you were, and you hang with company I just don't fucking want to deal with.” He shook his head again, running his hand over the back of his neck.

Jesus, Sin thought. Every fucking word out of Brady's mouth twisted the knife a little deeper, because every fucking word was right.

He felt Kendra pressed against his back, and she felt so right. But the look in those expressive gold eyes was guarded, even frightened.

Suddenly Sin knew that the last thing he could do was face sending Kendra off with her friends. He thought that if he was faced with walking her downstairs like some kind of end to a date, he might just end up throwing her over his shoulder and making a run for it. The thought terrified him. Sinclair Martin didn't do serious, or exclusive. He wasn't possessive or jealous. And yet he resented even handing Kendra over to her girlfriends.

"Tell, you what, boss,” he forced out of a throat made tight by his need to howl out his possession of this woman and his frustration at letting her go. “You take Red here down to her friends, and I'll be a good little employee and do my rounds.” He gave Brady another sharp and utterly false smile. “Everyone's happy, right?"

"Master, I...” before Kendra could finish, Brady had reached around Sin and was drawing her to his side.

"Scene's over, sweetheart,” the big man commented. “He's just plain Sin now.” Brady gave an ironic chuckle. “If ‘sin’ can ever be called just plain."

Kendra flashed Sin a vaguely panicked look.

"You'll be fine, Red. He looks like a serial killer,” Brady growled, reinforcing the image, “but the boss is a pussycat.” A homicidal-looking pussycat with thick silver bar-bells piercing his nipples. “He'll get you to your friends, and make sure you get out of here safely.” That much, at least, was true. Brady Ryder might not be a pussycat, but he was the most safety conscious, trustworthy man Sin had ever met. Too bad he didn't see himself that way.

"So that's it, huh?” Those golden eyes had taken on a dazed look, and that lush red mouth trembled. Sin couldn't resist reaching out to smooth his thumb over her puffy lower lip. He sucked back his hiss when her tongue automatically darted out, returning the caress.

"That's it, baby girl. You wanted an experience, to play a little bit. I hope it was everything you'd imagined."

He had to get the fuck out of there. She looked ready to cry, and he knew—just fucking knew—that if she asked to stay with him he'd let her. And it would be a mistake. She was caught up in the moment. Once she'd had time to process things, she'd be more than ready to move on. And Sin had had the sickening realization that, if he held her for one second longer and then let her go, it would wreck him.

"So,” he tried to keep the desperation out of his voice and deliberately ignored Brady's speculative look, “you'll take her down?"

He was on the move before Brady could answer, striding quickly from the cubicle, from the hallway, from the public areas of the club entirely. Wishing he could walk away from himself, too.

"Okay,” Megan pounced the minute they were in the car. “Spill it all, girlfriend!” Celia slid into the back seat beside Kendra, leaving Megan alone in the driver's seat. She'd nearly had a stroke when Brady had led Kendra down to the first floor dance area. Her friend had been wrapped in a large, white man's silk shirt, barefoot, and looking utterly debauched. The only remnant of the woman who'd snuck upstairs behind her was the set of sparkly leather horns still perched in her hair.

Celia'd immediately gone after Brady, standing nose to ... ribcage with the big man, drilling her finger into his chest and demanding to know what the Hell he'd done to her friend. Before he could do more than snarl back at her, however, Kendra had drawn her away.

"He didn't do a thing except walk me down here,” she'd insisted. Celia had taken a closer look and realized that, as utterly undone as Kendra was, there was a kind of blissed out haze to her eyes, not a frightened or upset glaze as she'd originally feared.

"I'm sorry.” She turned back to Brady, who was watching her with cold, emotionless eyes. “I was worried, so I overreacted.” Lightning flared briefly in the icy, ocean-colored depths of his eyes and he grabbed her arm, dragging her to his side.

"No, Princess, you didn't overreact. What the fuck were you thinking, bringing a girl like her, like either of them, here?” Celia ignored Megan's protest, locked into Brady's hold and his gaze. “Do you think she chose to come back to you all but naked?” He let out a frustrated growl, one that Celia felt low in her belly. “She got lucky, Princess. One of our trainers saw her get in a jam and stepped in to rescue her. But things could just as easily have gone wrong, and it would be because you just won't fucking listen."

Celia knew he was right. She had been sick with worry when Kendra had vanished up into the third floor and hours had passed without a sign of her. Celia knew that, had anything happened to her friend, she'd never have been able to live with herself. Kendra might be a woman grown, but this adventure had been Celia's from the start.

"God, I'm sorry, Kennie,” Celia blurted, pulling away from Brady to hug her friend.

"It's okay, Ce. I'm okay. Can we just leave now?"

"Absolutely,” Celia replied. “Let's go."

She noticed, though, that Kendra lingered over her thanks to Brady. And that she kept glancing toward the stairs, as though looking for something. Or someone. And just maybe the someone she was looking for was the bronzed god standing at the top of the stairs, eating her up with his eyes like she was dessert.

"Spill now, you lucky bitch!” Megan's voice snapped her back to the present, and she shot a glance at Kendra, who'd busied herself adjusting the heating vent.

"Well...” Her friend sounded reluctant, and Celia couldn't help but wonder why. Kendra sighed. “It was pretty much everything Ce's ever said. And more.” She gave a pensive little smile. “The boys and girls up there might play by the rules, but they use their own rule book, not one you can find on-line or in a bookstore."

"That's not what I mean, smarty pants, and you know it,” Megan prodded. “You clearly got lucky, and we expect the details. Now."

Celia felt Kendra stiffen beside her, and intervened.

"I think tomorrow afternoon over coffee will do for details.” She spoke over Megan's protest. “We've all got stories about tonight.” For a brief moment she could taste Brady's mouth on hers again, and she shivered. Maybe Kendra wasn't the only one who needed time to process things. “Waiting until tomorrow will give us a chance to soak in the experience, and then we can all share.” And, she thought, intercepting Kendra's grateful look, Kennie and I can have some time to decide exactly what we're going to share.

Kendra stood staring at herself in the mirror, wondering why she looked the same. Shouldn't world-shaking, life altering experiences show on one's face? No, staring back at her was the same old Kennie. Maybe a little tired and ragged looking, but otherwise, the same as always.

Grabbing a super-sized mug of black coffee, she trudged to where her purse was by the front door. Celia, God bless her, had lost her keys at the club the previous night, and needed a ride back there in order to pick them up. Kendra had literally begged her to find someone, anyone else, but Celia'd been firm. She needed Kendra, and Kendra couldn't refuse. Dammit. She was almost out the door when she paused. She still had Master Sin's shirt. She should return it since she was going back anyway. She didn't really need the memento; Sin's memory was burned across every inch of her skin.

"So,” Ce commented as she bounced into the passenger seat of Kendra's Saturn. “I take it whoever he was, he was pretty special."

She should have known better, Kendra thought, than to expect Celia to not notice. Or to let it slide. She sighed.

"Pretty much incomparable,” she admitted softly.

"Yeah,” Celia agreed, “men like them are pretty incomparable.” Celia shot her a shrewd look. “If he got to you that much, you need to grab on. Don't just walk away."

"Hell, Ce, he sent me away.” Kendra gave a watery laugh. “He made it more than clear that we had a session. A scene. Never to be repeated, and nothing more."

"Oh, hon, I'm so sorry.” Celia reached over and squeezed her arm. “I never for a second thought that my adventure would end up hurting you or Meg."

"If I'm hurt, it's my own darn fault.” I knew better, she thought. But, “I'm not going in, Ce,” she rushed out. “I swear to God if I see him I'll end up throwing myself at his feet. I'd absolutely die."

They'd arrived, and the club looked odd in the daylight. Missing the purple neon glow and the snaking line of people, it appeared a quiet, classy building. Kendra pulled up near the door and prepared to wait.

"Oh no, you don't,” Celia protested. “You aren't any more blind than I am, girlfriend, so you should be able to guess that it's not a particularly good idea for me and Brady to be alone together.” Kendra remembered that scorching kiss, and the equally heated anger that had sizzled between her friend and the tattooed giant and had to agree.

"Besides,” Celia wheedled, “your guy won't be here. He's one of the trainers, right?” Kendra shrugged. Sin had never given her his title, other than Master, but she remembered Brady referring to him that way. “Well, I'm sure he's only here at night. So you'll be perfectly safe."

Celia, once she'd set her mind to something, was an irresistible force, and Kendra wasn't really surprised to find herself walking into the empty club a few minutes later.

Sin slipped on a white T-shirt, pushing the hem into his jeans. His head was throbbing, and muscles that he hadn't used in longer than was wise ached. Fuck. He had the mother of all sex-hangovers, and it hadn't particularly helped that he'd gotten drunk off his ass once he'd sent Kendra off with Brady.

He'd stayed at the club last night, just sober enough to know he was in no condition to drive.

Kendra. He couldn't get her out of his mind. What a fucking mess he'd managed to get himself into with that woman.

It had only taken one glance from a pair of innocent, sensual golden eyes for the amazing creature he'd named his baby girl to knock big, bad Master Sin on his ass.

Shaking his head carefully he headed toward the stairs, praying that someone had the compassion to have started a pot of coffee.

"You look like shit.” The deep, sarcastic voice rumbled through Sin's head, and he turned to face his boss.

He cocked his brow.

"You don't look much better, boss-man.” It was true. Brady looked like he hadn't slept in days, and Sin had an inkling of what, or rather who, was keeping him up nights.

"Yeah, well, I don't need to look pretty for the females.” In the three years Sin had worked at Velvet Ice, he'd never seen his boss keep company with a woman for any length of time. Sin frowned. For that matter, with the exception of the man's arguments with Celia Jenner, he'd never seen Brady do more with a woman than direct her to the nearest available trainer or Master. Not only did his boss avoid women like the plague, but rarely sought anyone out for conversation. With the exception of his appearance outside Sin's cubicle last night, this was the first time Brady had ever had anything to say to him aside from work-related instructions.

"Got something on your mind, Brady?” Never mind that whatever it was, Sin probably didn't want to hear it.

The big, bald man scratched his unshaven jaw.

"Yeah. I was wondering why you let that little she-devil go last night."

Sin shrugged. “What are you talking about? We were done. The session was over."

Brady laughed, but there was no humor in the sound.

"You're a shitty liar, Sinclair. If it was just an evening, you wouldn't have been panting along after her when she headed out with her friends."

Fuck, was he that obvious? Sin didn't like that Brady had picked up on the fact that he was feelin’ Red the way he was. If a man with ice-water in his veins could see how bad he had it for the woman, it must have been flashing over his head like a neon sign.

"What the fuck would you know about how I was feeling, Brady? Maybe it's been so long since you've taken a sub that you've forgotten what it's like to have a really intense session? Doesn't mean you're in love or anything."

A cold kind of fury settled in Brady's eyes, turning the blue-green orbs emerald.

"I know when a man is bullshitting himself.” He pointed a blunt finger at Sin. “You want her more today than you did last night. I bet right now all you're thinking about is diving back into her curvy ass."

Sin made a move before he even thought about it, taking the big man by surprise. One minute he was facing Brady across the corridor, the next Sin had his boss pinned to the wall.

"Don't fucking talk about her like that, Brady. Boss or not I'll break your fucking nose if you speak about Kendra with anything less than respect."

"You'll try.” Brady growled before tossing the younger man back. “Let me give you some advice, Sin. If she is the one you want, don't let her walk away. Don't fucking lose your woman because things may not make sense to you at the moment, because once you let her go you'll never be the same."

If it hadn't been so damned irritating, Brady might have smiled at the look on Sin's face. The younger man knew he was right. He was just too hung up on timelines and expectations to admit it.

Brady knew better than most what it meant to have everything, and have it snatched from you in a blink of the eye. Fate hadn't given him a choice, but Sin had one, and Brady didn't want to see the younger man end up like he was: Bitter, angry and broken; lusting after a totally inappropriate woman. A woman whom, in the end, he would destroy. Just like he'd done before. Brady swallowed back the horror-filled memories of his past. This wasn't about him. This was about Sinclair coming to terms with the fact that last night he'd made Kendra Moore his, and she'd returned the favor.

"Braaaaddddyyyyyy.” Brady closed his eyes and gritted out a filthy word as the husky female voice sang up the stairway. God damn it, he wasn't up to dealing with the little pain in his ass this morning, he thought, tamping down his body's immediate reaction to the presence of Celia Jenner in his club. The bane of his existence, the very female who teased and tormented him whenever she got the chance.

She made Brady want things, things he hadn't allowed himself for ten years. Things he swore he would never allow himself again. He'd been fighting a losing battle to keep her out of the club since she'd turned eighteen and got a hint of what her brother Dorian was up to during his nights at Velvet Ice. Now that she was legal, he knew, it would be even harder to avoid her.

"Come on, Sin, I need you with me. Ms. Jenner needs to be put over someone's knee, and not in a good way. I don't trust myself not to harm the little brat this morning."

Sin nodded and followed Brady down the stairs. Waiting in the main bar area stood Celia Jenner, arms crossed, foot tapping impatiently.

"Well, it's about darn time! I was ready to come up there and find you."

"Celia,” Brady growled, “you are not going to the third floor. Ever.” Sin watched as Celia's eyes narrowed. Oh shit, she was ready for a fight.

"You can try to stop me, Brady. But eventually I will get there."

"This isn't a game, little girl. Don't make me drag Dorian into this. It doesn't flatter either of us if I have to call the grown-ups on you."

"My brother has better things to do than try and keep me under lock and key."

Sin lost track of the conversation as a small noise drew his attention to the dark hallway near the bar entrance. Dim light glinted off warm brown curls and traced the silhouette of a curvy hip encased in snug jeans. Kendra. He walked past Brady and Celia, totally deaf to their ongoing sparring as he made his way to her.

"You're back.” He didn't mean for it to come out sounding like an accusation, but he supposed that was better than the whimper of gratitude that wanted to slip out.

She stepped into the light. Damn, she was even more gorgeous today, scrubbed clean and fresh in her casual clothes. His cock hardened instantly, his fingers flexed as he stopped himself from touching her.

"I ... I came with Ce. She left her car keys here and she needed a ride.” She refused to meet his face. “Ummm, I wasn't planning to stalk you.” Her words were a blow to his gut, making it hard to catch his breath.

Sin heard Ce pulling Brady away from the bar area as their heated argument became a distant muffle.

"Are you sorry about last night?” Sin cringed inside as he heard himself continue, “Did I hurt you?” Fuck, he really was pathetic.

"No you didn't hurt me. It was...” she trailed off and he tipped her chin up with one finger. “It was a revelation. I had no idea that Dom/sub sex was like that.” She wouldn't meet his eyes. Dammit, he needed to see her eyes.

Finally she raised her head and he knew the truth. If he was lying, saying that last night had meant nothing, so was she. It was there in her face. Sin felt a mixture of anger and lust pound through his body. She was looking at him with those big golden eyes of hers, and all he could do was remember the way they'd glowed up at him as he tunneled straight to her soul. The way her body felt so fucking right beneath his hands. The way she responded to his every whispered command.

It was as though he heard an audible click. She was the perfect natural submissive, and she'd caused him to burn just as surely as he'd done for her. He'd tried to convince himself that all they'd shared was sex, but his body and soul knew differently. Sin wasn't the type of man to play emotional chess, and he didn't plan to start now. Kendra was the first female who ever made him lose his control, and he needed more.

He stalked toward her, crowding her into the hallway. Those eyes. It was her damn eyes that had done him in. He could drown in their liquid depths. He'd gotten hard at the sight of her across the room, but now as she backed away his dick swelled to near painful proportions. Sin held back an evil little smile, she may be shaking her head no, but her nipples were tight beneath her thin t-shirt.

She hit the wall behind her and Sin moved in, laying his palms flat on either side of her head. His knee moved between her thighs, grinding against her denim covered pussy. His voice, when he spoke, was low and dangerous. He was a man on the edge and only by burying himself in her would his world be righted again.

"Dom/sub sex is not always like that. Hell, it's not usually like that. Do you understand me, Kendra?” He loved the sound of her name rolling off his tongue. His face moved over hers, just enough so that his breath whispered over her mouth. Her plump lips opened on a gasp, begging for his kiss. He refused to answer her silent plea. She had to admit that last night was something more than a casual fuck, or she needed to walk away.

He slid his index finger down her nose, across her full bottom lip and let his gaze coast over her body. He licked his lips as he imagined the first taste of her ripe, red nipples. They would fit so perfectly in his mouth. They were so sensitive: He remembered her cries of pleasure as he plucked and pinched at them.

His finger slid down the front of her neck, his hand stopping to fully encase the front of her throat. Still she refused to speak what they both knew was the truth.

Leaning forward he traced his tongue along the line of her jaw. Kendra's small groan urged him on. He nipped at her chin, and with his hand still on her neck turned her head to the side so he could lick a wet path to her ear.

"Tell me, baby girl,” he murmured as he nipped her lobe. “Tell me you didn't go home last night and think about me.” He felt her fighting herself, but Sin was a master at seduction.

"Kendra, you may not talk to me but your body is screaming for my touch. Look at those tight little nipples, they're begging for my fingers, my mouth.” To prove his point Sin tweaked her right nipple, lightly at first, then harder. Her eyes widened at the pleasure/pain of his touch, bringing a smile of triumph, but still she shook her head in denial.

"Don't play games with me, Kendra. I bet if I rip down those jeans of yours, I'll find your pussy soaking wet. I could slide my fingers in and make you come all over my hand in about five seconds flat. Am I wrong, baby girl?"

Sin was relentless in his questions, desperate for her to admit that she felt the bond between them, too. “You taste like the sweetest honey. Don't you want to feel me lick up all your sweet cream, let it slide down my throat?"

He snapped the button of her jeans, and pulled down the zippered tab. Her eyes closed as his hand slipped into her panties. He bit back a groan at the scalding heat that awaited him there. “Oh fuck, Kendra, you're so wet for me.” He was walking a fine line, his control frayed by the evidence that she still wanted him as much as he wanted her. At least, he thought grimly, her body did.

Kendra's head was swimming. His spicy cologne, his wicked voice, his evil fingers snuck through the wall she'd attempted to erect around her heart. Who the hell was she kidding? This man owned her in a way she never dreamed existed. Yes, her head screamed that she was a fool, but deep in her soul she knew differently.

Kendra wasn't an impulsive kind of woman. Yesterday morning the idea that she'd meet the man she'd belong to would have left her in fits of laughter, but today, pressed against the most sinfully delicious man on the planet, she knew she had. The second his fingers had touched her she was a freaking goner. It made no sense to her, and she knew it wouldn't make sense to anyone else except maybe Ce, but it was true nonetheless.

As if he could feel her resolve wavering, Sin stroked along her slit, teasing gently, daring her to spread her legs just a little. She knew that if she did, that would be it. She'd never let him go. On a sigh of both pleasure and surrender Kendra opened her legs as far as her jeans would allow.

The wide smile on Sin's face would have been reward enough, but Kendra knew her Master well enough already to know he had so much more in store for her. He removed his hand over her protest, and went to his knees, pulling the denim down her thighs to pool at her ankles. The sight was arresting, the meaning even more so. This powerful Master, her Master, was on his knees at her feet. She forgot her next thought as the rough rasp of his cat-like tongue licked her, splitting her lips apart and finding her clit. He circled the small bud lazily, forcing Kendra to put her hands on his shoulders for support. His deep rumble of laughter vibrated through his tongue and into her body.

He worked two fingers into her entrance, moving in a slow back and forth motion to widen her small passage. Kendra braced her shoulders against the wall as her hips moved in rhythm with his fingers. Her hands wrapped in the luxurious length of his hair when he nipped her plump lower lips. He slid his fingers free and before she could protest he was slicking her natural lubrication to her ass, his forefinger probing the tight hole while his two middle fingers moved back to her cunt. Simultaneously he thrust into her body, front and back. Kendra hissed at the dual penetration. No one had ever messed with her ass before, and the invasion was dark, painful, confusing. Her senses rioted, caught between pain and pleasure. The fingers he'd thrust into her pussy dragged relentlessly against the finger in her rear passage, rubbing through the tissue-thin skin separating them. He pulled almost all the way out and pain scorched into need, fierce and blinding. His mouth captured her clit, alternating between long sucks and small nibbles. Kendra found herself rubbing against his face which only spurred his actions to pump harder, dig deeper, suck longer.

Her orgasm ripped a cry from her that she was sure echoed throughout the empty club, but she didn't give a damn. This connection with Master Sin was like nothing she'd ever dreamed, and she didn't have it in her to hold anything back from him.

Sin lapped at the well of her pussy, leisurely licking up her sweet cream. Her legs were shaking as he held her pinned against the wall. Lowering his hand, he worked one curvy leg free of confines of her jeans. He stood, ripping open his own pants and shoving them down his hips. His heavy cock sprang free, and he let Kendra go long enough to grab the condom from his back pocket. Sheathing himself in record time, he moved in on her.

Grabbing one of her legs, he wrapped it around his waist. He slammed home without his usual finesse, but he didn't think she minded, not when her nails dug into his shoulders and her hips tilted to meet his hard thrust.

"Fuck, baby girl. You feel so fucking good.” He gritted his teeth against the need to come instantly as the walls of her vagina closed around his girth. Wrapping one hand around the base of her neck he tipped her head back, forcing her to look at him.

"You belong to me, Kendra. I can't fucking explain it, but you're mine.” His hips pistoned, slamming into her faster and faster, as if his very life depended on getting as deep into her as humanly possible. “This is once in a lifetime, baby girl. Do you understand me?"

She whimpered, shaking her head blindly, clawing at his back through the thin cotton of his tee.

"Look at me, baby girl,” he gritted out. He'd claimed her, but the Master in him was driven to hear her admit it, to hear her accept him out loud. Her eyes hit him like a shot of whiskey. “Tell me you feel it, too.” He waited for what felt like forever before she spoke through soft, trembling lips.

"Yes, Master Sin. It's a once in a lifetime.” She arched into him, and grabbed his hand, dragging it to lie over her pounding heart. “How are you doing this to me?"

He dipped his head, resting his forehead against hers so that they were eye to eye.

"Baby girl, we're doing this to each other. I won't let it end here, not unless you say the word. I can't let this end.” He moved, surging deeper and deeper into her.

"I don't want it to end, Master.” She clutched his hand in hers. “Don't ever let me go. I don't think my heart could take it."

Her words broke his heart and remade it. “Never,” he rasped against her lips. Grabbing her free leg he braced her against the wall, and drove into her giving warmth. There were no more words between them. None were needed as they poured all they were feeling into each other, each thrust, every sigh and every desperate moan a promise between them.

Sin felt her muscles start to tighten around him, fluttering the length of his cock, and he increased his pace, his thrusts almost punishing in their intensity. His mouth moved to the side of her neck, sucking the delicate skin hard as she exploded over him. Locked into her, onto her, he followed her into bliss.

Several moments later, after their breathing started to return to normal, Kendra took the chance to peer up at Sin. He leaned down, kissing her forehead, each eyelid, the tip of her nose and finally her lips.

His kisses were soft, almost sweet. He lowered her feet to the ground, guiding her foot back into her jeans and pulling them up. He left her for a minute to dispose of the condom and right his own clothes. Kendra stood silently where he left her. She didn't have the strength to leave the wall she was leaning on for support. She'd always thought how stupid women were when they met someone and proclaimed them a soul mate within hours of knowing him. Now she counted herself among their ranks. She knew without a doubt that she was put on this earth to be with Sin.

He came back to her, pulling her into his strong embrace. His breath tickled the top of her head, and his stubbly jaw caught at her hair. He moved back to catch her eye and said, “So, when can we get your stuff moved into my place?"

Kendra laughed until she realized that he was completely serious. “I don't even know your real name, and you want me to move in with you?” If life were only that easy.

He moved away from her and held out his hand. “My name is Sinclair Martin. I'm twenty-eight. I graduated college. I have four brothers and one sister. I'm drug and disease free and own my own home."

Kendra started to giggle as he continued giving her his vital statistics. Finally he stopped, and gave her a quirky little smile.

"Okay, okay, I get it. You won't be moving in today. Come on.” He held out his hand, inviting Kendra to join him on his way out of the club. She slipped her hand into his and they started to walk away when a voice from behind stopped them.

"Where do you two think you're going?” Kendra grinned at her best friend. Ce stood in the shadowy hallway, Brady Ryder glowering behind her. The big, scary man's arms were crossed over his chest, and he looked seriously annoyed.

Kendra looked from Ce to Sin, and her smile grew. “I'm going to start my new life, Ce."

Her best friend laughed, clapping her hands as Kendra turned and she and Sinclair left the building.

Violet Summers is a married mother of three beautiful children, including one set of twins, one rambunctious puppy, and one husband, except when she's a single mom of one spoiled teenaged God-child and three spoiled kitties. Both of Violet's personalities are very busy!

No, Violet has not suffered a psychotic break yet (though she may after dealing with creating web pages and MySpace accounts). Violet is actually the writing team of Sierra Summers and Violet Johnson.

Both women read voraciously, and in a multitude of genres. Sierra classifies them as “readers, as opposed to readers of romance. This means when we write, we're as concerned with the story as we are with the sex.” That said, Sierra has been known to boycott books where the characters haven't “done the deed,” by page 125.

Sierra and VeeJay live in Southeast Michigan, and the spice of the Metro-Detroit area often flavors their work. “Why look for a more glamorous setting,” VeeJay asks, “when we've got the beautiful, re-vitalized Downtown area to draw from?"

Violet Summers writes in a variety of genres, from contemporary to paranormal; from soft BDSM to fantasy. The two things all her stories have in common is their deep emotional and their scorching erotic love scenes.

Sierra and VeeJay love to hear from their readers. You can contact them at VioletSummers@yahoo.com