Made For Him (2 page)

"Where are we going?" Jessalyn asked, watching him pull out of her drive and head toward the city.

"I figured we would go to The Ocean Club. I know you have a thing for seafood."

"A thing?" She asked curiously.

"Yeah, well. Whenever we get Chinese you get shrimp or lobster. I figured you might like this as well," Tanner shrugged.

"I do, actually." She had never been to The Ocean Club.

"Are you sure you want to go there?" She asked him hesitantly.

"Do you not like seafood now?" he smirked.

"It's just... a little expensive." She looked out the windshield and watched as the sign came into view down the road.

"Don't worry about it. You get what you want, okay?" Tanner put his hand on her thigh.

What exactly was he going to expect in return for taking her to dinner in a place like The Ocean Club?
She wondered. It wasn't that she didn't want to find out what Tanner Coleman looked like naked. There was just something a little offsetting about him expecting it in return after a date like that.

She didn't know for sure that was his plan. The thought could have never crossed his mind. But she doubted that. She had seen the way he looked at her even though he never let on that he understood that she knew.

"Then after dinner, I have a surprise for you," Tanner announced with a grin.

She raised her eyebrows. "What kind of surprise?"

"Dessert." His sly smile extended to his eyes, making them shine.

Shit, he did think he was going to get into her panties after dinner.

"Oh, that sounds good," she tried not to let on that she had picked up on his little plan while trying to sort through her morals and figure out how to handle it.

When they got to the restaurant he gave the keys to the valet and asked him to be careful.

He had made reservations and the hostess took them to a private booth in the back of the restaurant, away from other customers. There was a single red rose in a goblet and a white taper in the sconce on the wall.

"It's beautiful in here," Jessa whispered.

Tanner ordered a bottle of Verdicchio, classic and traditional. He knew what he wanted before he walked in the door. Jessalyn looked through the menu and noticed there were no prices listed on hers. That made her a little nervous. She had never been to a restaurant like this before. The waiter took their orders and they were left with the soft sound of violin in the background and the quiet chatter of the other patrons.

Seeing Tanner out of his muddy jeans and t-shirts was a rare treat. He may be the CEO of the company but he worked alongside his guys in the houses and got his hands dirty like anyone else. He would go crazy if he were to be tethered down to an office with a desk and memos. Tanner was the kind of man who needed to be doing something physical.

"So, six months into working with me and I still don't know you. I want to." Tanner pushed the rose with the tip of his finger so that it pointed in her direction.

"You know quite a bit about me." She argued with a laugh.

"I want more." The candlelight cast seductive shadows on his face, making him look even more ruggedly handsome than normal.

Jessa nearly blushed with the intensity she saw in his eyes. All of his focus was entirely on her and nothing else in the room seemed to interest him in the slightest. When their food arrived Jessa looked at her risotto with shrimp and remembered that she had an appetite.

Over dinner they talked about her garden and how her raspberries were starting to ripen early for the first harvest. Discussion turned to Tanner's family having a reunion next month so his grandmother could see her grandchildren and great grandchildren.

Once they finished their meal, the waiter came over to ask if they wanted to sample the tiramisu. Tanner declined and asked for the check.

"Something better than that at the house," he said with a wink as he handed the waiter his MasterCard.

"Thank you for dinner, Tanner," Jessalyn said as he led her out to the valet and waited for the car.

"You're welcome. I think you're going to like what's next even more. It's a bit of a hidden talent that I keep to myself," he admitted mysteriously.

She wasn’t sure exactly what to expect from him when he said things like that. The mystery was making it more enticing and yet she had a slight pang of hesitation. It couldn't truly be dessert, could it? Was his secret that he went to culinary school? Could that really be all it was?

They pulled down into a subdivision she recognized as one of the places they had worked together in the last few months building and redesigning two of the homes.

Tanner's house was impressive. The gated community he lived in was prestigious and the homes were substantial in size. The architecture of most of the homes, including his, was unique and well designed. Jessa had a hunch that Tanner may have been behind the blueprints and built it himself.

"So, your surprise?" She prompted.

"I told you. Dessert." Tanner opened the teal front door and a St. Bernard came bounding to the door to investigate.

"Whoa!" Jessalyn peeked from behind Tanner. "How did I not know you had a dog?"

Tanner held up his hand and the dog stopped in her tracks.

"Clementine, sit!" The dog lowered her hind end to the bamboo floor and waited to be allowed to greet the guest and her owner. Tanner flipped on the foyer light and took a step inside. "Don't worry, she's harmless, but if you would be more comfortable I can put her outside. I'm sure she wouldn't be heartbroken."

Jessalyn held out her hand to the dog and petted her when her tail wagged. "She can stay".

Tanner led her to his kitchen. It was a masterpiece. Pure heaven for anyone who liked to cook and it was completely unexpected that Tanner would know how to handle a mixer or the double ovens and any of the fancy gadgets that lined his counters.

She knew a few people who would sell their left kidney for a kitchen like this.

Jessa was waiting for him to make his move, but to her surprise Tanner pulled out a thick cheesecake and started tossing ingredients into a small pot.

"Caramel or chocolate? He asked her.

"Don't you know that's a loaded question?" Jessalyn laughed.

"I have a pretty easy solution to that little conundrum."

"Oh? Both?" She laughed and rubbed her hands together.

"How does salted caramel Nutella cheesecake sound?" Tanner spooned Nutella into the pot and stirred it, blending it with the caramel that was gently simmering.

"Oh...god... Perfect!" Jessalyn melted over the thought.

She took a seat on one of the kitchen stools and watched him create the topping.

"I didn't imagine you to be the kind of guy to enjoy cooking."

"I'm not sure how to take that. But I suppose I have a few things up my sleeve that would surprise you,” he chuckled.

The thought of finding out what those little tricks up his sleeve were was a tempting idea.

"Hmm, I'll have to peek up your sleeve," she winked. "Can I use your bathroom?"

"Sure, down the hall first door on the left," Tanner pointed around the corner with his whisk.

Clementine followed her down the hallway.

I really misjudged Tanner. Maybe he's not the kind of guy I figured he was
, she thought while stopping to scratch the dog's head.

"First door," she muttered, opening the first door in the hallway and going in.

When the lights came on Jessalyn's jaw dropped.

"Definitely not the bathroom..." She gaped at what she found instead.

A St. Andrew's cross was against the opposite wall. The room was painted in different shades of white, black and a deep rose red on one wall. Looking around, she noticed that Tanner had repurposed a LocBoard to hold a wide variety of floggers, whips, lengths of rope, chain, gags and things that Jessalyn had never seen before and couldn't identify.

'Sweet southern gentleman you are not, Mr. Coleman
,' Jessalyn thought with a tickle of excitement.

She hadn't imagined he would be into the world of BDSM and from the looks of it he was far deeper into it than she had ever hoped to be in her tiptoeing adventures into the dark underworld of fantastic sexual fantasies.

Talking to a few people online and her brief relationship with a man who claimed to be a Master but who was in fact less experienced than Jessalyn had been and twice as nervous, had taught her that she needed someone stronger than usual. She needed a man who wasn't afraid to exude his dominance and who would wield that power naturally with grace and control.

She went over to his wall of wonders and picked up a heavy braided flogger. It was weighty in her hand and she practiced hitting it against the palm of her hand and then her thigh.

"I bet this thing leaves some good marks," she mumbled, hitting herself a little harder with the slap of leather on skin audible through the room.

"It does," Tanner confirmed from the doorway.

"Oh, god. Tanner." Jessalyn's face paled and then burned pink with embarrassment at being caught.

He could get used to hearing those words come out of her mouth.

"I came into the wrong room and I..." she blurted.

"Thought you would look around at my dungeon on your own?" He finished for her.

"I'm sorry." Jessalyn fumbled to put the flogger back on the hook.

"I'm not upset to find you in here. Though generally I prefer to issue an invitation before someone enters my dungeon chambers. I'm intrigued that you've found an interest in my tools, Jessalyn" He picked up the flogger she had dropped and placed it back on the hooks with precision.

"I've had a little experience in the past," she didn't need to tell him how very pathetically little it had been. Her experience wasn't even suitable to be called BDSM. Her boyfriend had tied her up with a silk scarf once and forced her to come with her Hitachi while he masturbated.

She was in a whole new realm.

"Hmm, I had a feeling about you from the start. I thought I recognized something in you."

"What did you think you saw?" She took two steps toward him so they could get out of the dungeon.

"A woman looking for her Alpha. Submission seeking Domination.  A half seeking fulfillment. Someone with a lot to offer the right man who would be willing to go after it."

Tanner's mouth closed over hers and his arms pulled her against his hard body. His tongue found hers after parting her soft painted lips. Finally getting his hands on her, Tanner's body was pulsing heat. His blood was flowing through his veins like magma coursing directly to his groin and turning his cock rock hard.

Jessalyn's hands ran up and down his abs and to the sexy 'V' of his hips that had been making her panties wet from day one.

Tanner picked her up and sat her on his spanking bench.

"Was I correct?" He asked with his forehead resting on hers.

"Yes, Sir," she dared to give him the authority and title of respect and doing so made her soaking wet. Her body was extremely sensitive, her senses heightened in arousal and she was throbbing between her soft, tanned thighs.

"I like the way that sounds coming out of that sweet mouth of yours." Tanner kissed her again, drinking in the sweetness of her and testing his own patience and ability to restrain the carnal lust that was pulling at the dwindling tether waiting to snap and cause him to take her here and now.

Jessalyn could feel his rigid cock pressing against her panties as her legs wrapped around his waist and her body clung to his in a desperation she hadn't known was there until Tanner's body was pressed to hers. She wanted Tanner to take her, to show her what it meant to be taken by a man. To be dominated, teach her how to submit to him.

"Is there anything in the room you wished to try out? Your curiosity was intoxicating to watch." Tanner pulled his eyes from her and looked around the room at all of his tools and toys.

Jessalyn could only think of one thing she wanted.

Her hand went to the bulge in his pants and her fingers wrapped around his thick shaft. "I want this," she breathed. "I want you.” Her eyes flashed with heated desire up to his. She wasn't sure what she was getting herself into with Tanner but she couldn't wait to find out. Her body was aching to be claimed by him in a way she’d never experienced before.

"Out of all the things here, you want my body?" He tempted her.

"Yes, Sir. I need it." Jessalyn was shocked at how true her words were and then at how quickly Tanner moved. His hands were on her in an instant, pulling the zipper of her dress down the curve of her back before she had time to realize that he had it down to the top of her panties.

"You need to know three things about being here." Tanner eased the dress down in front, revealing her lacy bra and swallowed hard to keep his tongue from lavishing her dark little nipples.

"Okay," she agreed.

"I do not have play partners. When I have someone come to my dungeon they are either here for professional shoots for my photography or they are owned by me and in a relationship with me. Can you handle that?"

"Being in a relationship with you?" She was taken back by the idea but her heart told her to press on.

"Yes. Will you commit to me, Jessalyn?" He held her hands in her lap.

"Yes. I... I will." The intensity of the moment stole her breath.

"Anything that happens here is meant to please us both. You will be required to tell me if something I do is too much for you or if it bothers you. Otherwise I will use my discretion and my own judgment in situations."

Jessa nodded.

"And finally, you will be mine alone. I do not share my submissive with anyone." The way the words dripped like hot honey from his lips was territorial, pure animalistic sex.

She couldn't argue with any of his rules. She wanted to be his, to belong to him. To think she had been concerned about him making a pass at her after dinner and here she was with his throbbing hardness in her hands promising to be his submissive.