Nailed

Nailed

Desiree Holt

Third in the Erector Set series.

Tyler McMann is a Dom looking for a
sub in the bedroom who can also match him fire for fire everywhere else. At the
private fetish club Finesse, he spots a redhead with a defiant stride and
curves that don’t quit. Flame looks like the ultimate Domme, so Tyler’s shocked
to discover she’s a switch. Their session together is unexpectedly explosive
for both of them.

Tyler comes back night after night
to play with Flame. Soon it becomes more than just club scenes but she’s afraid
of fallout in her professional life. In her severe business clothes and uptight
persona, no one knows about her secret weekend life and she wants to keep it
that way. She also can’t risk another destructive relationship with a
controlling man like the one who almost destroyed her before. If Tyler finds
out who she really is, will he still offer his love and protection and a future
together?

Nailed

Desiree Holt

Chapter One

“Busy tonight,” Tyler McMann observed, leaning against the
bar in the lounge section of Finesse. “Is it always like this on the weekends?”

Daks, the bartender, nodded. “Man, you think this is busy?
This is nothing. A light turnout.”

“Then I’m glad I usually come in during the week.”

Daks cocked a brow at him. “Yeah, that’s right. So what are
you doing here on the weekend?”

Tyler shrugged. “I had a very tough couple of weeks out of
state and then worked late every night this week catching up on local stuff.
Doesn’t leave much room for playtime.” He noticed people taking their coffee or
soft drinks and leaving sizable money on the bar. “Better tips than during the
week, I see.”

“You know it, even with low alcohol sales.”

Finesse had an unbreakable rule that its members not drink
anything alcoholic if they even thought they were going to play. The club
prided itself on providing a safe environment for members and guests. People
breaking that rule suddenly found themselves on the outside looking in.

“I’ll be sure to take up a collection for you.”

Everyone was aware that Daks, like all employees at Finesse,
was very well paid. They were handpicked by the owner and were known for being
attentive and discreet. The atmosphere they created was what drew the elite
clientele.

Tyler took a swallow of coffee from the engraved mug Finesse
used for its coffee service and looked around at the crowd. He’d been a member
of Finesse for a long time now, ever since an old college friend had introduced
him to the BDSM lifestyle. Neither of his brothers were aware of this, which
was one reason why he seldom brought the women he dated to any gatherings.

But he was getting older and changing partners was beginning
to wear on him. He wanted someone who not only blended with him in the bedroom
but in the other parts of his life. His family didn’t need to know the kind of
sex he loved but he certainly needed a woman with a brain and a sense of humor
who would be a match for his two sisters-in-law. Both Josh’s wife Vanessa and
Alex’s wife Livy were corporate vice presidents. Tough models to live up to but
he was sure there had to be at least one woman out there who was aggressive on
the outside and submissive on the inside.

The problem was, he hadn’t connected emotionally with any of
the women he spent time with. He was beginning to wonder if he ever would.

Finishing the coffee, he tapped his mug on the bar signaling
Daks he needed a refill, again scanning the room. People were everywhere, in
every available inch of space—on the furniture, even on the floor. Maybe they
just put new meaning into the expression “thank god it’s Friday”. He knew after
the stressful weeks working the Concordia multiuse development in Wyoming, he
needed a break. McMann Development was doing it all, soup to nuts, and the
project was a massive one. Tyler had been flying back and forth to supervise,
sometimes spending weeks there. This week he happened to be in town and he’d
headed immediately for Finesse.

He let his gaze roam over the crowd, the jumble of conversations
and sounds buzzing in his ears. All around him people were grouped in pairs and
trios, in various stages of undress and activity. He knew that soon most of
them would be moving to one of the private rooms. Maybe tonight would be his
lucky night.

Something flashed at the corner of his eyes, a bright color
and he turned to get a better look. Coming down the hallway where the private
rooms were located was a woman who quite literally took his breath away. He
figured she was probably five foot six but the four-inch heels on her
thigh-high black boots would bring her closer to Tyler’s six feet. She wore
only a black bustier, laced in the front, her plump breasts resting on a
built-in shelf. Her hair was an astounding shade of deep red and cascaded down her
back in rich waves. Curls of the same color peeped out from the edge of the
bustier, calling attention to her exposed pussy.

Completing the image was a glittery black mask that covered
the upper portion of her face. She looked and walked like the ultimate Domme.
He was shocked to see the thin red collar around her neck. Finesse provided
collars and cuffs for subs to wear showing they were available. This woman
certainly didn’t look like any sub he’d ever been with.

Every bit of saliva in Tyler’s mouth dried up as he stared
at her. Where the hell had she been that he’d never noticed her before? At once
he visualized her naked, spread-eagled before him as he rammed his cock into
her.

Easy, boy.

“Hot, isn’t she?” Daks’s voice held a hint of amusement.

“No shit. Who is she, anyway?”

“That’s Flame. She even makes
me
drool. And I’ve seen
‘em in all kinds and all sizes.”

“Is she really a sub? She sure walks like a Domme. And
dresses like one.”

Daks inclined his head in the woman’s direction. “She’s a
switch. Top or bottom. Player’s choice.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

Daks shook his head. “Dead serious.”

“Hmm.” Tyler continued to watch the woman through narrowed
eyes. “Might be interesting to hook up with her.”

Daks refilled Tyler’s mug yet again. “She has what you’d
call a special situation. You want her, you see Marco.”

Tyler curled his hands around the mug. He wanted to yank the
bartender across the polished wood and smack the information out of him. And
why did he have to talk to the dungeon master first?

“Yeah? Special situation? Explain that.”

“Okay, okay. Don’t get your shorts in a bunch.” He polished
the bar with a soft towel as he spoke. “She’s always fully booked for every
night she comes in.”

“Booked? Then why is she wearing a collar that signals her
availability?”

“Because she’s so much in demand the owner lets her call her
own shots. Even assigned a room just to her on her regular nights.”

Now Tyler really was intrigued. Certain Doms paid for the
privilege of always having the same room, but never a sub. Even if she was a
switch. She had to be incredibly talented at both ends of the spectrum for that
kind of privilege.

“Another thing,” Daks continued. “Her sessions never last
more than one hour and she never plays more than twice. She also has the option
of cancelling her second scene if the first one wears her out too much.”

“Holy shit! She must really be something. How come I’ve
never seen her before? How long has she been a member?”

“Five years.”

“You’re shitting me.” He swallowed the rest of his coffee. “If
she’s been here that long I know I’d have run into her before this.”

“She probably hasn’t been here on the nights you come in.
She only works weekends and you usually come in during the week. “ Daks
frowned. “Why is that, anyway?”

Tyler gave an uncomfortable shrug. “My family doesn’t
exactly know what goes on in my sex life. Weekends I usually spend with them or
hanging out with some vanilla woman who’s appropriate for a double date with
one of my brothers.”

“Well, there you go.” Daks paused. “None of my business, and
a lot of people feel the way you do, but would your brothers really freak out
if they knew about this? Don’t you think they’ll find out eventually?”

“I can’t answer either of those questions. Anyway, at the
moment it doesn’t matter because I’m not hooked up with anyone. Not that I
haven’t given it some thought.”

“You?” Daks tossed the bar rag onto the shelf beneath the
counter. “Don’t take this wrong, but I don’t see you settling down any time
soon.”

Tyler swallowed his irritation. He was thirty-six, for god’s
sake. Did he have such a reputation as a BDSM player that it was the only way
anyone saw him? Of course, he’d had that same opinion of himself until both his
brothers had been lucky enough to find women to settle down with. Now a little
knot of jealousy had formed, which he kept trying to dismiss.

But he had to admit that the prospect had begun to appeal to
him more and more. Especially with this project in Wyoming. How great it would
be to come home to a woman who loved him and was as much into the lifestyle as
he was. Someone who could make a home for him in and out of the bedroom.

So why was he suddenly fascinated by this woman who was
obviously nothing like the subs that attracted him? He was startled to realize
she had shifted her gaze to him, their eyes locking for a brief moment. Just as
quickly she focused on Marco, across the room, but in that brief moment Tyler
had the burning sensation he’d been zapped by a laser.

“Maybe I just need to change my priorities,” he told Daks.
“See you later.”

He made his way casually through the lounge area to where
Flame stood talking to Marco Alfaro, the dungeon master. Feigning disinterest,
Tyler leaned casually against the wall, hands in his pockets, eyes roaming the
room. But he was close enough that he could overhear the conversation, despite
the low tone of the voices.

“I don’t care what kind of bonus he offers,” Flame said. “Or
what his pedigree is. This is the third time he’s a no-show. And I’ve lost an
hour out of my schedule.”

“I’ll talk to him,” Marco told her. “Explain to him that a
session with you is a privilege and that privilege can be revoked. I’ll tell
him this is his final warning.”

Flame shook her head. “You’ve done that already. It’s my
choice. Take him off my list.”

Marco nodded. “As you wish. Shall I let it be known you have
an opening that you’d like to fill?”

“Mmm, no. I think I’d like to see what’s available first.”
She laughed, a soft musical sound. “Maybe I’ll find someone new. My choice, as
I said.”

Tyler swallowed a smile. He could easily see this beautiful
creature as a Domme, but sub? Not so much. He’d believe it when he saw it. But
that gave him another idea. As Marco walked away, Tyler pushed himself away
from the wall right into Flame’s path. Through the slits in the mask he saw her
emerald-green eyes widen. Her body tensed and she took a step backward.

“We haven’t met, although I can’t figure out why. I’m
Tyler.”

“I’ve heard your name.” Her voice was low and husky, the
sound like erotic music.

She offered him a tiny smile. “Your subs say you’re very
good to them.”

Tyler nodded once in acknowledgment. He was trying to figure
out the explosion of chemistry that surged out of nowhere between himself and
this woman. When he’d walked into the club his shaft had been at half-mast.
Semi-ready, he called it, waiting for someone to bring it to life. Now it was
trying to shove its way out of his slacks. His eyes dropped to the curls and
the pouty lips of her cunt just barely visible below the bustier. Jesus, he
wanted to lie down and order her to sit on his face until he’d satisfied
himself.

And her scent. Lord, she smelled like sandalwood and jasmine
and cinnamon all blended together.

He could picture her restrained, legs spread apart, rounded
ass cheeks a beautiful shade of red from the use of a crop, the liquid of her
arousal flooding her pussy and dampening her thighs. He had to grind his teeth
to regain some semblance of self-control.

“I couldn’t help overhearing part of your conversation with
Marco.”

Her laugh was full-throated and very sexy. “Then you must
either have very keen hearing or you were making it your business. With all the
conversation and other sounds going on in here right now, I’d imagine
accidental eavesdropping would be quite difficult.”

He gave her what he hoped was an engaging grin. “Okay, so
maybe it wasn’t so accidental. But what I heard was correct, right? You have
some free time?”

“Depending on your definition of free. Why do you want to
know?”

Her lips were a full, lush red. Tyler was so fascinated by
them he almost missed what she was saying.

“Tyler?”

Her voice broke into the sexual haze enveloping him and he
gave himself a mental shake.

“I understand you have special circumstances here, so do you
keep your own calendar or does Marco schedule your appointments for you?”

“Both. Depends on the person and what they want.”

“Which category would I fall into? Because I’d like to take
whatever you’ve got of your suddenly free hour.”

He was careful with his phrasing. Flame was so different
from the subs he was used to, not outwardly subservient. Usually they naturally
fell into that persona the moment they arrived at Finesse. But with what Daks
had told him about this woman, he figured she reserved that part of her
personality for her playroom.

He was very aware of her studying him through the slits in
the mask and forced himself to retain his relaxed posture.

“Give me a few minutes and I’ll give you my answer. Where
will I find you?”

“I’ll be right here.” He leaned back against the wall again,
feigning a nonchalance he didn’t feel. The longer he stood there with her the
more his cock throbbed and his balls ached. He wanted her with a fierceness he
hadn’t felt in a long time but he was too much the Dom to let her control the
situation. Then, because he couldn’t help himself he added, “Unless something
better comes along.”

He expected a sharp comeback from her. Instead, she smiled.
“Trust me. You won’t find anything better than me.”

With a shake of her head that sent the gorgeous waterfall of
red hair shimmering down her back, she strode off to the corner where Marco was
watching the room. They stood in conversation for a moment and Tyler had all he
could do not to stare directly at them. He couldn’t believe how anxious he was
for this woman, how just the sight of her heated his blood to boiling. He
wanted to rip off the bustier and expose everything it concealed. Run his
tongue over every inch of her skin.

He shifted his gaze and focused on a threesome—two men and
one woman—who were occupying the couch just to his right. Both men were seated
and the woman was lying across their laps, her legs spread. The man at her hip
had his hand inside her cunt and she had her mouth wrapped around the second
man. Tyler liked to watch but not nearly as much as he liked to play.