Tessa and the Warden (6 page)

     Her feet began moving her down the long hall.  She didn’t look into any window she passed after seeing in the first.  The sudden scream from a room made her stop.  Tears burned her eyes.  Her heart began beating faster.  She began to run.  She had to get out of there.  She couldn’t be there any longer.

     Reaching the corner, she quickly turned, running into a wall.  A tall wall of muscle.  She froze.  The wall turned around giving her the first glimpse.

     Trinket’s mouth dropped open.  Her breathing immediately began to calm.  Her heart beat fell in perfect normal rhythm. Startling deep, dark brown eyes stared back at hers.  She couldn’t look away.  There was something about those eyes that drew her to them.  They seemed so warm and familiar. 

     “What are you doing back here?”  The voice spoke to her.

     “I,
,I,,,I got lost.”  Her eyes trailed down to his mouth.  A thin flat line showed he was irritated, but she didn’t care.  She was completely hypnotized.  Short dark hair, darkly tanned skin, a slight hint of a five o’clock shadow.  Her eyes roamed further down his chest.  The black t-shirt he wore fit snug against the muscle that bulged against the fabric. 

     “How did you get lost?  You are not allowed to be back here unless you are being escorted.”  His eyes pierced through her, like he was attempting to break her spirit, which only irritated Trinket.

     “I went to get my coat to leave, and the door wouldn’t open.  This was the only door that would.”  Her gaze returned to his eyes.

     “Well that explains a lot then. 
This way.”  He walked around her, leading her back down the hall she had just been running down.  “There is a small latch on the knob of the door.  You must have inadvertently flipped it when you went in.”

     “Oh.” She stared at his broad back, scanning her eyes down and up.  The black leather pants he wore fit his buttocks like a glove.  She could see the muscles in his ass and legs flex as he walked.

    “Who is your sponsor?”  His tone was demanding. 

    “Amber.”

    “Would that be Master J’s, Amber?” 

     “Yes.”

     “I am assuming they know you are leaving.”

     Trinket was hesitant.  She hadn’t told any of them that she was leaving.  “No.”

     She watched the muscles tense in his back before stopping and turning his gaze on her.  “Why would you be leaving and not letting your sponsor know?  Did something happen?”  He quizzed her while continuing the long strides of his legs.

     “No, nothing happened.  I just need to get out of here.”  She watched as his eyes began to do the same as before. 
Reading her. 

     “You saw something you didn’t like.”  His lips twitched up in the corners as if he were pleased.

     “I don’t know how you think, you think you know, but yes, if you must know.  I did.  Now before I say something that offends you, please show me the nearest exit.”

     “One hour with you, I could give you better things to do with that feisty mouth of yours.” 

     “I doubt that.  Nothing about this,,, this,, lifestyle does anything for me.” 

     The minute the words were out of her mouth she could see the look in his eye change.  As if she had just dared him to prove her wrong.

     Slowly he took 3 steps toward her closing the gap.  Her breath hitched.  His arm quickly came out, gripping her waist, and the next thing she knew, she was back flat against the wall.

     “Close your eyes.”  Something was different. 
Something with his voice.  That something that automatically made her eyes close.  Even as her mind told her not to, her body was betraying her.

     Her body twitched as if it could feel his touch before his fingertips brushed her face.  Shivers ran down her spine.  It had been a long time since a man had touched her.  Sure she had a collection of vibrators, but it wasn’t the same as a man’s touch.

     She felt goose bumps break through her skin as his fingertips ran down her shoulders, down her arms, before circling around her wrist.  The coolness of the wall brushed her skin as he slowly slid her arms up, gripping them both with one hand, high above her head.

     The warmth of his breath tickled her ear as his free hand began roaming up and down her side.   “This lifestyle isn’t just about sex, whether it be taking the control of your partner, or giving them a flogging because that is what they need.  A Dom’s whole purpose is to make sure their sub is 100% satisfied, safe, cherished, and loved.”

     She drew in a breath as his fingertips moved up her inner thigh, lightly caressing over her mound through the silken material of her thong, before moving up.  His fingertip pulled back the fabric it was caressing, then slipped quickly in between her nether lips.   Her body betrayed her yet again, by letting out a soft moan as the pad of his thumb began stroking her clit.

     Her mouth dropped open, feeling the tension build.  She hadn’t come this close to an orgasm that quickly in a very long time. 
Maybe not ever this quick.  Her knees were beginning to twitch as her body felt heavy on her legs.

      Suddenly his touch was gone.  She opened her eyes to stare back into those of his that smiled widely at her.  He raised his fingers to his mouth and sucked the juices from them. 

     “Yeah, I can tell.  Nothing about this interested you.  Follow me. “