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  I wanted to be dominated.

  I wanted to lose control.

  I didn’t know if I could stop myself from being with him.

  And I didn’t know if I could stop myself from begging for it.

  One command from Hudson Jones, and I’d be kneeling.

  My pussy started to tingle.

  To calm it down, I dragged my eyes away from Hudson’s text and slipped my phone into the pocket behind the driver’s seat.

  The driver parked along the curb in front of the entrance and said, “Have the receptionist call me when you’re ready to leave, and I’ll pick you up.” He came around to the backseat and helped me out.

  I released his hand and walked up to the door where I knocked twice. The security guard opened it and held a tablet in my direction. I set my hand on the middle of the screen.

  When there was a green glow underneath my fingers, he said, “Welcome, Miss Davis.”

  “Thank you.”

  I stepped inside and was greeted by the women in the reception area. I smiled at them and moved straight to the locked door. I only stood there for a few seconds before it slowly started to open.

  As soon as the space was large enough for me to fit through, the scent of sex instantly hit me.

  I closed my eyes for just a second and inhaled the deliciousness.

  The feeling that had burst through my clit moments ago in the SUV was back.

  It reinforced one thing.

  Lush was exactly where I wanted to celebrate tonight.

  As I headed toward the back, I noticed how similar this club was to the one in LA. The layout was identical. So were the colors and textures. The furniture was slightly different, and the decorations varied. Miami was a little more sleek and contemporary, and it was extremely glitzy. It felt much more like South Florida in here. LA’s club had more of a traditional and ornate theme, and it seemed overly rich and luxurious in there.

  Just like I had done at the other location, I avoided the center of the room where people were gathered and quietly talking at the tables and couches, and I went to the bar. I ordered some champagne, and once the bartender handed me a glass, I wandered down one of the hallways. One that I knew had six rooms that were completely open for viewing.

  I just wanted to watch a fantasy.

  I wanted to watch how it was played out.

  I wanted skin.

  I wanted sounds and smells and movements of the body that made my clit throb even harder.

  I found one almost immediately.

  There was a woman, completely naked, shackled to an armless wooden chair. Handcuffs were around her wrists and ankles. The man standing behind her held a feather crop. He was circling it around her breasts and going back and forth across her nipples. There was a second man in the room. He was kneeling in front of her, his fingers gripping a leather strap that he was smacking against her pussy.

  She begged for the leather.

  It slapped her.

  She asked him to hit her harder.

  The sound got louder as he complied.

  Each time the belt landed on her skin, I would jump.

  And, each time, the surge between my legs would grow, and I’d squeeze them together even tighter. The sensation was spreading to my nipples and into my chest and up my throat.

  My neck tilted back, my mouth opened, and my eyes closed.

  And, just as a soft, pent-up moan started to fall from my lips, I felt something behind me.

  Based on the height, I knew it was a man.

  I felt his hard, tight chest as it pressed against my bare shoulders. The clenching of his hands as they cinched my waist. The scent of his aftershave as his mouth came close to my neck.

  I held my breath.

  As I recognized his smell that was now filling my nose, my entire body began to hum.

  “You need pain,” he growled.

  I need pain.

  “You need the release.”

  I need the release.

  “You need the excitement.”

  I need the excitement.

  “You need the sting.”

  I need the sting.

  My lips had closed the second I smelled him, but they opened again and exhaled, “Yes.”

  “You want me to tie you up and give it all to you.”

  Nothing he’d said was phrased as a question.

  That wasn’t his role.

  Instead, he was giving me a warning. A chance to say no before he grabbed my hand and led me somewhere.

  But that was what I wanted.

  My submissive side had completely taken over.

  I knew what he was capable of doing to my body.

  It was what I needed.

  Now.

  So, I tilted my face and moaned, “Yes,” into Hudson’s ear.

  Twelve

  Hudson

  Everything Scarlett wore made her look incredibly sexy.

  But none of the outfits I’d seen her wear compared to the one I was dressing her in right now.

  Rope.

  That was all that was going to cover her skin.

  I’d really taken my time with it, using the techniques I’d studied and perfected over the last eight years while I weaved the rough material across each wrist and around the middle of her arms. It then went over the top and bottom of her tits, her navel, and the center of her pussy. Several more strips went on her legs before the final wrap was secured around both ankles. Each piece was then tied to the back of the wooden Saint Andrew’s Cross she was pressed up against in the private room I’d taken her into.

  After I finished checking the last knot, I took several steps back to view the whole picture.

  Scarlett’s eyes were hungry, her lips wet and ready.

  She was restrained and couldn’t move more than an inch.

  She was fully submissive.

  And mine.

  Fuck me.

  “You’re gorgeous,” I hissed.

  She was art.

  She was my art.

  And I didn’t want to wait another second to paint her body with dominance.

  I opened the dresser drawer, viewing all of my options. Riding crops, floggers, canes, paddles. I went with the flogger, and I stood right in front of her as I said, “Tell me your safe word.”

  “Cherry.” Even her voice was thick with need.

  It was so fucking hard not to touch her, not to dip my cock into her pussy, fucking her as hard as I could.

  There would be time for that.

  Right now, I was really going to enjoy this.

  I raised my arm in the air and dropped it, using a fast diagonal motion.

  The tips of the leather whipped across her nipple, and she cried out, “Yes. More, please.”

  That sound was so fucking hot.

  With her tits squeezed between the ropes, the blood was draining to them, and each slash was turning them even redder.

  It was also starting to feel more intense for her.

  I could tell because she was becoming louder.

  Her cries more guttural.

  “Hudson!” she shouted after about the tenth one.

  My dick was already so fucking hard. Now that I’d heard my name come out of her mouth, it felt like my hard-on was going to bust through my goddamn pants.

  “That’s it,” I said after another slap. “Give me all your control.”

  When the leather moved across her body, I wasn’t just listening to her sounds. I was watching her eyes and the way her nostrils flared when she quickly sucked in air. I was observing the jumping of her body, the contraction of her muscles, the way she squirmed against the rope.

  I was waiting for cherry.

  I wasn’t aiming for it.

  I was just prepared to hear it.

  But she never said it.

  Her adrenaline had taken over. With each hit, more of it built, causing her pain threshold to rise. Her body was releasing endorphins from the constant stimulation. And, although I’d switched to a
mild pressure and I’d increased the amount of time between each whip, I could feel a high coming over her.

  That meant she could handle more pain.

  That her body didn’t wiggle as much.

  That she was slipping further into an endorphin high.

  With her neck being the only part of her that wasn’t bound to the cross, she lifted her chin and ground the back of her head into the wood. Pleasure spread across her lips. Her eyes started to close, and she moaned, “Hudson,” dragging out each syllable.

  I loved that sound.

  And, because I was so close to her, I could almost feel the vibration of her tongue.

  Jesus fucking Christ.

  I was holding the flogger in the air and counting down to twenty before I lowered it. When I reached eleven, Scarlett’s eyes opened.

  Her face had the same expression as when she’d gotten off from my tongue—satisfaction in her eyes, teeth gnawing her lower lip, skin extremely red and damp.

  She’d reached that headspace, and now, she was climbing her way down.

  “How do you feel?” I asked.

  As I waited for her to answer, I checked out her skin. The tails of the flogger had done a good amount of damage. She didn’t have any open wounds, but blood had risen to the top of her flesh, and some of her marks were going to take days to heal.

  Having her go into full-blown sub-space would take her far too long to recover from. And, if I continued using the flogger, that was what would happen. So, I let it fall from my hand, and I moved behind the cross, loosening each of the knots until she could slip her body out.

  I joined her and wrapped my hand around hers. I led her toward the chair in the corner of the room and sat her down. There was a blanket on the back, which I opened up and wrapped over her shoulders.

  “Are you all right?” I asked.

  She was so vulnerable in this moment, and taking care of her felt so fucking good.

  Since she was shivering a little, telling me her temperature had dropped, I gently rubbed my hands over her arms and down her legs. Then, I knelt at her feet and pulled one into my palms, massaging the top and her toes and heel.

  “I’m okay,” she said softly.

  “There’s medicine I can rub on your welts.” I pointed at the dresser where I’d found several bottles of lotion and antibacterial gel. “It might make them feel better.”

  “I’m fine,” she said. “I don’t need anything.” Her lips eventually stopped quivering, and she moved the blanket off her neck. The foot I wasn’t working on was now pressing against my thigh, her toes inching closer to my cock. “I want to suck your dick. Please put it in my mouth.”

  “Scarlett, I was just so rough on your body. You don’t have to do this.”

  “I want to. Not just for you, but for me, too.”

  She waited for me to get to my feet before she pushed herself off the chair and got on her knees. She undid my belt buckle and then my button and zipper, finally pulling my cock out of my boxer briefs. Since I was so fucking hard, it came out of my pants like a goddamn spring.

  “Mmm,” Scarlett groaned as she aligned her mouth with my tip. “God, your dick is beautiful.”

  Her lips parted, and she surrounded my crown, sucking it hard, swirling her tongue around it.

  “Shit,” I roared. The feeling of her was just too fucking good.

  Her hand circled the base of me and pumped to the middle and back down, dragging some of the spit that had fallen from her mouth.

  “Take it nice and deep,” I growled.

  I could stare at this fucking sight forever.

  Scarlett’s eyelids were wide and a little watery from the way I was thrusting inside her mouth. Her cheeks were drawn in as she sucked. Both hands were now wrapped around my shaft. The amount of spit covering me reminded me of how wet her pussy had gotten the night I ate it.

  As incredible as this felt, I wanted her cunt.

  I reached down and lifted her off the floor.

  “More,” she demanded. There was still so much need in her voice. “Please.”

  I carried her to the bed and set her on the end of it. “You’ll get what I give you.”

  I went to the nightstand and grabbed a condom from the top drawer. As I moved back over to her, I started shedding the clothes from my body. Once I was naked, I opened the foil and slid the condom on. I stepped to the foot of the bed.

  “Get on your knees, beautiful,” I ordered.

  She rose from a seated position and knelt in front of me.

  “Turn around and give me that sexy ass,” I said.

  She twisted in a semicircle, her ass now pointed in my direction.

  Damn it, it was a good one.

  Not too thin or flat, just the right amount to grab.

  I brought my hand back and slapped the right side of it, my fingers lifting just before I reached her hip.

  “Yes,” she yelped, and it was one of the sexiest sounds I’d ever heard. “Again, please.”

  I spanked her with even more power this time, covering almost half of her ass.

  “Yes!” she screamed. “Harder, please.”

  When my hand went back down, it wasn’t to hit her. It was to grip the outside of her thighs. Then, I reared my hips back, and I plunged my cock straight into her cunt.

  “Hudson,” she moaned.

  I moaned louder than her.

  Because nothing, not even when my tongue was on her, could have prepared me for the tightness I felt inside her pussy.

  The wetness.

  The heat.

  It felt like she was squeezing my cock.

  As I worked my way in, I rotated my hips in a circle, feeling the different spots within her that I was able to hit, and then I pulled back to the tip. That was a pattern I continued, sliding into the base of my shaft and going out to my crown.

  Since my fingers knew what she felt like when she came from the last time we had been here, I could tell she was getting close.

  So, I slid all the way out. I reached underneath her and flipped her onto her back.

  I wanted her eyes on me when her pussy milked my cum.

  I parted her legs and put one over each of my shoulders. Holding her by the hips, I steered her cunt to my cock. And, once I found the entrance, it felt like she practically sucked me back in.

  “Fuck,” I hissed as her wetness swallowed me.

  My cock thrust in and out, finding the rhythm I’d had before, rotating in a circle when I was fully plunged. Within a few strokes, the tingling set in, moving through my balls. Knowing this would take her over the edge, I put my thumb on her clit and rubbed it back and forth.

  “Oh God,” she cried. “Yes!”

  The feeling was working its way into my stomach, and there was a moment when everything inside me tightened, the build reaching a peak before I shot my first load.

  “Scarlett,” I breathed.

  Her eyes caught mine while my cock gave her hard, deep thrusts to work out the rest of my orgasm.

  “Yes,” she moaned. “I am, too.”

  She didn’t have to tell me she was coming.

  I felt each time her pussy contracted. And I saw each wave of pleasure that spread through her body because it caused her navel to shudder.

  I slowed down my movements as I pumped out the rest of my load and finally pulled out. “Fuck, that was good,” I said, sliding her legs off my shoulders and setting her thighs on the bed.

  She leaned up and moved to the very edge, her hands going to my stomach. She ran them to my chest, around my pecs, and back down to my abs.

  “Your body,” she said, looking up at my eyes. “It’s more perfect than I thought it would be.”

  I’d felt the same way about her.

  Even more so now that my cock had been inside her, and I knew what she really felt like.

  “Are you flying back tomorrow?”

  I nodded.

  “Do you need to go to bed early?” Her smile was sexy as hell and a little deviou
s.

  I knew exactly what she was thinking. “You want more.”

  Her teeth sank down into the corner of her lip. “Don’t you?”

  Just when her hand went to reach for my cock, I grabbed her wrist and said, “Put your hands behind your back and push yourself to the top of the bed. When you get there, I want you clinging to the headboard. Don’t you dare let go.”

  Her mouth opened, and her head leaned back as she moaned, “Yes, sir.”

  Thirteen

  Scarlett

  Me: Headed back home?

  Hudson: On the plane right now.

  Me: Just wanted to let you know, I heard from our attorney. Looks like I’ll be coming to LA in a week.

  Hudson: I’m going to kidnap you and take you to dinner.

  Me: As in a date?

  Hudson: I can chain you to the chair and feed you myself if you’d like that better.

  Me: Let’s skip the food and go straight to the chains.

  Hudson: You’re opposed to eating.

  Me: I’m opposed to going on a date.

  Hudson: Because?

  Me: You lied to me, Hudson. I haven’t forgotten about that. For now, I want things to stay the way they are.

  Hudson: You just want to fuck.

  Me: Yes, and I want you to give me the best fucking I’ve ever had.

  Hudson: You’ll get what you want…for now.

  I read Hudson’s texts over and over again and smiled.

  Even though we’d spent most of last night together, we hadn’t discussed anything during our time at Lush besides how good we were both feeling.

  Our past was a topic we’d avoided completely.

  Had we started hashing out our disagreement before he took me to the private room, things would have gotten heated. And then nothing would have happened between us.

  But the second I’d walked into the club, only a few things had mattered.

  The loss of control.

  Submission.

  And finding that release I needed.

  Just because we’d fucked didn’t mean I’d gotten over Hudson lying to me or that he’d told me to come to LA so that he could persuade me into settling.

  That was just dirty.

  That was also why I wanted to keep things right where they were.