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“What
about the single tail whip? Have you had a Master pleasure you with that
before?”

“Y-Yes, Sir.
I have.”

“Did
you enjoy it?” he poured more oil into his palm and extended the area where he
applied it.

His
Queen nodded her head. “I did,” she told him in a soft voice.

She
was trembling now, as he built the anticipation in her body. He covered every
inch of her from her neck to her ankles, massaging in the oil and talking to
her in a low voice.

“Your
pleasure is mine. You know that. Nod if you understand.”

She
gave one sharp movement of her head.

“Do
you know why I’m applying this oil? I’m sure you do. Because when I’m finished
I’m going to paddle that beautiful ass of yours and this oil will intensify
every strike to your body.”

He
took his time, making sure he covered every inch of skin, not just the areas
where the paddle would be applied. He oiled the crevice between the cheeks of
her ass, probing gently at the puckered opening of her anus and smiling in
satisfaction when the ingredients in the oil bit into her tender flesh. He
smoothed it along the lower curve of her buttocks, the inside of her thighs,
and then her vulva. She flinched slightly when the oil bit into her tender skin
and her body clenched then she seemed to just let
herself
fall into it.

Satisfied
at last that she was ready, he picked up the short wide paddle and without a
word applied it with force to her well-oiled ass. The sound of the contact was
loud in the room.

“Ow!”
The cry just erupted from her lips, but she didn’t try to pull away from it.

“Yes,
that’s it.” God, her little cry excited the hell out of him. “Let me hear you.”

He
set up a rhythm, smacking first one cheek then the other, watching the red
spread over the surface of her skin and
grow
brighter
with each application of the instrument.

“Ow!”
she repeated.
“Owww,
owww
,
oww
.”

Her
cries were just as arousing to him as the sight of her flaming skin and the
glazed look in her eyes. With each blow the heat in her eyes burned brighter
and her breathing became more ragged. Tears ran down her cheeks, tracking
through her mascara and leaving smudged streaks. He was mesmerized by the sight
of her and the sounds she was making, and so filled with a need to fuck her it
took all his self-discipline not to throw the paddle down and take her At the
count of twenty-five on each globe he forced himself to stop, knowing to go
further could take her past safe limits. She was truly in subspace, deep in her
head, tears still flooding her eyes, her nose running as her body succumbed to
the pleasure of it all. He knew the pain had released masses of endorphins in
her system as well as a huge dose of adrenaline, ramping up the intensity of
her reaction.

He
couldn’t wait a moment longer. He had to have her.
Now.
Had to feel that wet pussy clamped around his cock.
Stripping off his clothes, he rolled on a condom, climbed onto the bench behind
her and arranged her as much as the restraints would allow so he had full
access. Gripping her hips he positioned his head at her opening and drove into
her in one hard thrust.

“Ohhhhhh.”

The
sound she made drove his lust even higher. There on that padded table, with her
skin a bright red from waist to thighs, her oiled body glowing in the
lamplight, he pounded into her again and again.

“Hold
off until I give you permission,” he said between gritted teeth.

He
could feel the effort she was making in the way she tensed her body and finally
he couldn’t hold off any longer. As his orgasm gathered at the base of his
spine and shot into his balls and then his dick, he shouted, “Come now, Queen.
Now.”

They
exploded together, bodies shuddering so hard it was a wonder they didn’t tip
the table over. His cock pulsed inside her again and again until he didn’t
think he had a drop left. Even then he held himself in place while she milked
him and gripped him like a wet fist. Spent at last, he leaned over her, resting
his head on her back for a moment before easing himself from her body. He was
surprised he could even move. It took every bit of strength he could muster to
back off the table, but he knew he still had work to do. He was a good Dom and
it was time to care for his sub.

Chapter Three

For
a long moment Nia wasn’t sure where she was. She was conscious only of the
intense burning of her ass, the little tremors still spasming in her pussy, and
the pain generated by the nipple clamps that kept her on the edge of arousal. She
sensed Blackjack ease from her body and slip from the bench. She wondered if
she could just stay there forever, embracing the pain that consumed her, that
gave her such pleasure, and carried her into a state that wrapped around her
like a cocoon.

She
didn’t remember consciously giving over complete trust to Blackjack but she
knew at some point that was exactly what had happened. It wasn’t just the adept
way in which he administered pain, or the way he coaxed such a response from
her body. It wasn’t even the craving for more and more of what he gave her, a
craving that he wisely took control of and managed properly.

No,
it was more than that. The instant they’d connected in the lounge she’d felt an
invisible thread linking them. From his first touch something inside her that
had been dormant for such a long time snapped to attention and
whispered,
this is the one
.

He
was utterly attentive and caring as he eased her back from subspace, wiping her
face, cleaning her eyes and her nose, and cleaning the smeared vestiges of her
makeup.
Cleansing her body with soft, warm, damp cloths.
Massaging her muscles with healing lotion.
Applying special cream to her abused nipples.
Whispering soothing words to her as he brought her back to herself
little by little.
Now, as he cradled her in his lap, a warm quilt
wrapped around her, feeding her sips of water, she thought she’d never felt so
coddled in her life. She had allowed herself to fall so willingly into subspace
because she trusted him to catch her from the second she fell back down.

She
almost didn’t want to come back to reality, to herself, afraid it would break
the spell.

Still
trembling slightly she leaned her head against his shoulder, suddenly realizing
he was still naked.

“Where
are your clothes?” she whispered.

He
gave a soft laugh. “I’ll put them on when I need them. Why? Are you tired of my
naked body?”

She
shook her head.
“Not at all.”

She
reached a hand out from the quilt and smoothed it over the hard wall of his
chest, loving the sensation of the soft curling hair sprinkled over it. She
touched the curve of his jaw and the masculine column of his neck. He was all
man, in every way. Yet not so macho that he didn’t have the capacity for
tenderness.

Good lord, Nia. You sound like a
romance novel.

“Take
a few more sips of water,” he urged, holding the glass to her lips. “You’re
still shivering.
Still coming down from the high.
You
were pretty far out there.”

She
managed a tiny smile. “Yes, I was.” She wet her bottom lip. “Thank you, Sir.”

He
nibbled the lobe of her ear.
“My pleasure.”

Knowing
he was right, she continued to take minute swallows of the icy liquid, feeling
it settle her system. He continued to cuddle her on his lap, his hands working
her muscles and smoothing over the curves of her body. All the while he
whispered in her ear, soothing words, soft sounds, words to make her feel safe
and cared for.

“I
got carried away tonight,” he told her, licking the shell of her ear.

“You
did?” She turned her head so she could look at him. “I don’t—”

“I
don’t mean with the flogger or the paddle. I pride myself on never going beyond
what a sub can handle. But I had so many other things in mind.
So many other cards to play.”
He nipped her earlobe again.
“I wanted to fasten you to the St. Andrews cross, run the electric wand over
your nipples and your clit, and eat your cunt until you begged me to let you
come.”

A
tiny jolt of arousal wriggled through her as the vision flooded her brain.

“I
had an image of that single tail whip striping your fine ass. Then I’d fuck you
with the handle, maybe in your ass.”

“Blackjack.”
She whispered the word.

“
The card that showed the woman with
vibrators in both her cunt and her ass?
That’s what I want to do to you.” He brushed a soft kiss on
her cheek.
“That and so much more.”

“I’d
like that, too,” she told him in a low voice.

“So…”
He nipped gently at her ear. “Are you up for another card game tomorrow night?
Here?”

“I-I’ll
have to ask Kelly to put my name on the guest list again.”

“I
can take care of that.” He massaged gentle circles on her back, a motion that
soothed her and made her burrow against him. “What about when we leave San
Antonio? When are you going back to Dallas?”

“Sunday.
I have to be back at work on Monday. What about you?”

“The same.”
He shifted her on his lap, easing her ass away from his
thick, hard cock that once again was poking at her ass. “See what you do to me?
I have to keep seeing you.”

She
bit her lower lip.
“To keep playing the game?”

He
brushed her hair off her forehead. “I don’t want to get ahead of myself here,
but I don’t remember the last time I felt such a strong, instant connection
with a sub. I know you had to sense it, too.”

She
nodded.

“We
have a lot of cards to get through, Queen of Hearts. I want to take you to my
club in Dallas. Maybe have you
bring
me to yours.” He
put his mouth close to her ear again. “I want to take you to dinner. Get to
know you. Spend weekends with you.”

Her
heart stuttered. She wanted that, too, but hadn’t dared hope. For the first
time in forever she wanted to spend time with a Dom outside a club and it
thrilled her that he wanted the same thing.

“I’d
like that,” she murmured.

“We
have a lot of cards to get through,” he reminded her. “Maybe they can even
predict our future.
One that keeps us together.”

She looked at him and smiled. “I should
tell you that when I went to Las Vegas I was a winner at Blackjack.”

He
laughed,
the sound rumbling against her body. “You’ve
won this Blackjack, my Queen. And I want to make sure you keep him.”

“I’ll
give it my best shot.” She smiled back at him.

“Starting
with tomorrow night?”

She nodded. “Tomorrow night.”

“And maybe every night thereafter.”

He
cupped her head and turned it so he could take her mouth in a kiss both sweet
and hungry. When he lifted his mouth from hers she was breathless with the
intensity of the kiss and warmed by the sweetness of it.

“Yes.”
She winked at him.
“And maybe every night thereafter.”

*The End*

About the Author

Referred to by USA Today as the Nora Roberts of erotic
romance, Desiree Holt is the world’s oldest living published erotic romance
author. A graduate of the University of Michigan with double majors in English
and
HIstory
, her earlier careers include agent and
manager in the music industry, public television,
associate
vice president of university advancement, public relations, and economic
development.

She is three times a finalist for an EPIC E-Book Award (and
a winner in 2014), a nominee for a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice Award,
winner of the first 5 Heart Sweetheart of the Year Award at The Romance Studio
as well as twice a CAPA Award winner for best BDSM book of the year, and winner
of the Holt Medallion for Excellence in Romance Literature.

She has been featured on
CBS
Sunday Morning
and in
The Village
Voice
,
The Daily Beast, USA Today,
The
(London) Daily Mail, The New Delhi Times, The Huffington
Post
and numerous other national and international publications. She is
also the Authors
After
Dark 2014 Author of the Year.