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  He smirked, giving her a sideways glance with his bright emerald eyes. “I didn’t have a goal when I came into this room.”

  Addison cleared her throat. “But you do now?”

  “I might,” he said. The confidence in his smile looked like this conversation had started a game he was about to win. “Do you always ask this many questions?”

  It was her profession to ask and analyze, but for once, she didn’t want to overthink anything. She just wanted to enjoy the freedom of being someone else. Men who approached her usually knew exactly who she was. “Sometimes, it gets me into trouble.”

  “Well, the way you walked in here, you looked like trouble.”

  “And so you came looking for me.” It wasn’t a question. The way his eyes ran over her body made her want to crawl over to him like a cat and perhaps toy with him for a while. She bit her lip, fighting the urge to do just that. Addison leaned back in her chair, allowing her hands to run over her thighs, drawing his attention to her legs. Maybe she was toying with him a little, playing the part of the vixen she felt like. His eyes followed her hands, his gaze a smoldering caress. She peeked up at him. “Seems you found me.”

  “That I did. I’m Decland Wallace.” He extended his hand out to her in greeting.

  “Nice to meet you, Decland.” She hesitated before taking his hand.

  “Aren’t you going to tell me your name?” His smile was comfortable and warm, like an ocean breeze. Addison froze, the electricity between them pulsing through her hand into his. She squeezed her crossed legs tightly, trying to stop herself from mounting a stranger. For the life of her, she couldn’t remember why she shouldn’t do him here and now. Her hands shook as she attempted to keep control of the flood of hormones rushing over her body. Hypnotic green eyes drank her in like he’d been lost in the desert for days and she was an oasis he was about to delve into.

  “No, Mr. Wallace. I’m not going to tell you my name.”

  Leaning over, he whispered, “I’m good at keeping secrets.” As the tickle of his breath trickled across her ear, her core spasmed with unfulfilled need. Christ, I think I just had an orgasm.

  She leaned toward him, whispering back, “But I’m still not going to tell you.”

  Nodding, he sat back as if he accepted her answer. But Addison was an expert at body language and facial expressions… she didn’t buy it for a second. His full lips were pursed in thought; his eyes danced darkly as if he was already inside her. He smirked as he reached over taking a sip of her wine. Oh, yes, this man knew exactly what he was doing to her. As she squirmed in her seat, her toe accidently brushed the notebook on the floor. The sound of the rustling page drew his attention.

  “Are you taking notes on this stuff?” He sounded surprised.

  Addison scoffed. “I’m working on a book. This…” she motioned to the dark window, “is research.”

  Rubbing his hand across his five o’clock shadow, he nodded, seeming satisfied with her answer. “That’s going to be some book. I came with my buddy for his bachelor party.” He leaned back into the chair making himself comfortable.

  “Well, now that you’ve averted a crisis with the waitress, I’m sure you can get back to whatever it was you were doing before you came in here,” she teased.

  “I think I should stay. Maybe help you take some notes.” The nervous tension started to leave her body each time he flashed her an easy smile.

  “I guess for a few minutes, but when the show starts, you should go,” she suggested lightly, not wanting to chase away this sex-on-a-stick specimen.

  “Scout’s honor.” He raised his hand in a fake pledge, his lips tilted in a half smile. “I will only do half my best to try and leave.”

  With each of his light chuckles, she grew more comfortable. The sudden desire to ask him to stay started to bubble to her lips. In an effort to distract herself and collect her thoughts, she finished the rest of her drink; but his heated stare burned a path down her skin, lingering on her thighs. The lights above her dimmed as the window before her lit up, illuminating a small room with bare walls. A man dressed in leather crotchless shorts and a black mask entered the room. His semi-erect cock swung between his legs with each step he took. He was followed by a woman dressed similarly to Addison. A black leather corset covered only her rib cage, pushing her fully exposed breasts up toward her chin. The skintight leather shorts hugged her body and could be unzipped all the way from the front to the back.

  Addison sat forward, studying the pair. The moment the woman entered the room, the man dropped to his knees, looking at the floor. Addison tried to focus on her task, her pen hovered just over the paper as she prepared to take notes.

  “Have you ever done anything like this before?”

  Her eyes widened as she looked over at Decland. “No, I can’t say that I have.”

  “Well, you can do all the watching you want, but until you’ve experienced this for yourself, you don’t know.” He eased further into the chair, his body slouching comfortably, giving her a level stare. With his dark hair, green eyes, and chiseled square jaw, Addison saw him for exactly what he was—a fuckable bastard. A cocky, fuckable bastard who was like catnip to her.

  As she ran her eyes over him, she watched as his erection grew. It stood long and proud beneath his dark navy pants. Still, he looked at her unabashed. Her stomach jumped into her chest as moist heat inundated her core. Desire caused her nipples to pearl as images ran through her mind of what his naked body would look like pumping into her.

  A loud slap rang through the room pulling Addison’s attention away from Decland and toward the couple on the other side of the mirror. The woman had the man bent over a padded table, his face pressed into the leather material. His arms were stretched out in front of him. The bindings on his wrist extended up and round the table like they were hooked underneath. As the woman pulled a dark blindfold over his eyes, he trembled in anticipation. The small tremors of excitement wracked his body as a sheen of sweat began to cover his skin. Suddenly, the woman ripped the crotchless pants off of her submissive and kicked his legs open, allowing his heavy cock to become more visible for those watching. Slowly, she climbed onto the man like she was going to mount him from behind. His hand struggled against the bindings when the little sex vixen straddled him, bending over him, running her tongue up his spine. His fingers flexed fiercely as if he longed to touch her but couldn’t. The woman got on her feet, towering over him on the table, like she was waiting for him to beg. With a quick move, she jumped off the table and bent over him. Pursing her lips, she blew on the wet trail she’d left on his back. Still refusing to touch him, though, his face contorted in anguish. The man’s head flew back as his back arched. She fisted his hair, forcing him back down onto the table. His body went completely still.

  “Interesting, isn’t it?”

  Addison nodded. “Very interesting.”

  “Which position would you prefer?”

  “Excuse me?” She feigned innocence, like she didn’t know he was flirting. With you? All of them.

  “What I meant to say was…” His bit his lip, peeking up at her slyly. If her panties were able to drop on their own, they would have been down the moment he looked at her like that. “What I meant was, if you had to choose, which would you be? The Dominant or the Submissive?”

  Addison pursed her lips as she thought of her answer. Both, as long as I can do them with you. “I can the see the appeal in both roles.”

  His brows rose. “Very diplomatic but still not an answer. So tell me your theory on this relationship.” He motioned toward the window where the woman was now spanking the man with a paddle. His ass was getting redder and redder with each stinging whack.

  “Well, when you’re a Submissive, you let go of control completely. You give it over to the other person. I can see how not having to worry about anything could be freeing. It also builds a high level of trust with your partner.”

  “Such a polite and technical answer.” He rubbed
his hand across his angular jaw line.

  “What would be a more appropriate answer then?” How was it possible that there were two people engaging in a sexual act that Addison was here to study, yet her attention was solely on Decland?

  “You prefer Submissive because once in a while a good spank gets your juices flowing.”

  Addison squirmed in her seat imagining what it would feel like to have Decland spank her. “I really wouldn’t know.”

  Gorgeous eyes narrowed on her in disbelief. “And what are the benefits of being a Dominant? In your opinion.”

  “Total power over a person is a heady feeling. To have them trust you completely with their body, with their pleasure? I’m sure for a Dom that feeling of utter rule could be addictive.” Pictures of Decland tied to a table for her to use, for her to pleasure, flashed through her mind. Would she fuck him hard? Or torture him until he begged?

  “Perhaps…” A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “I would think it only becomes addictive with the right combination.”

  Addison shrugged, trying to fake only a slight interest in what he was saying. She toyed with her mask making sure it was in place so he couldn’t see her true desires so easily. “I suppose.”

  “Think about it.” His eyes dared her. “Being able to touch another person however you want. Making them take all the pleasure you have to offer. The fine line between pain and ecstasy blurring into one long moment that only the two of you can get lost in.”

  She swallowed, trying not to show how aroused she was becoming, his words wreaking havoc on her wanton body. “You seem to have firsthand knowledge.”

  He shrugged, not answering. “And you seem more interested in the carnality of two people enjoying each other. Seems to me, your interest in this lifestyle goes beyond just writing a book.”

  It was Addison’s turn to shrug off a question she wasn’t ready to answer. Was she interested in a Dom-Sub relationship? Or was she interested in the man sitting in front of her, practically offering up orgasms on a silver platter? “So sure of yourself aren’t you?” she asked breathlessly.

  “When you know how to fuck a woman properly, there’s no reason to be unsure.” His gaze was direct and heated as he looked at her breasts rising and falling more rapidly with each passing moment.

  She could feel her panties damp with need, her inner muscles contracting, aching for him. “This kind of relationship,” she motioned to the couple in the window, the woman commanding the man to follow her around the room on all fours, “calls for an unusual amount of trust.”

  “Those kinds of relationships start off simply and escalate to the point of Dom and Sub.”

  Interesting. “How can you be so sure?”

  “The first step is trusting your partner enough to release that tight control, trust them to give you the orgasm of your life.”

  Her nipples ached to be touched as his words hit home. It had been a long time since she could trust a man to bring her pleasure or even let go enough to do so. Jason, her ex-fiancé, never had attempted to take control, or hell, even pleasure her. He’d just lay there, letting her do all the work. “How?”

  He sat up straight, his face sharp with determination. “Stand up.”

  It wasn’t a request, it was a command. Without thinking, she stood, briefly hesitating, knowing if she listened, she’d be trusting her next orgasm to this fuckable stranger.

  Her hands trembled as she stood, her paper and pen dropping to the floor completely forgotten. Excitement flooded her system like a tsunami as she anticipated his next command. The only thing she could do was focus on breathing. What am I about to do here?

  “Stand up against the wall,” he said again with that sharp, commanding tone.

  Walking over to the wall, she stopped and stood facing it, unable to determine what was going on behind her. All she heard was the creaking of the chair as he moved. She couldn’t decide if not knowing where he was turned her on or frightened her. His large hands gripped her hips, his heated touch scorching her through her corset. She wanted to tear off her own clothing just to feel him on her bare skin.

  His body pressed up against her back, she could feel the hard planes of his chest. “Good girl.” He ran his fingers through her hair pulling it aside. Cool air tingled across the delicate skin on her neck. He brushed his lips lightly across her naked shoulder, his teeth grazing her skin with a nip. Goose bumps broke out over her heated flesh. He purred in approval. “So responsive.”

  She was about to turn around and face him when he pushed his erection into the small of her back. “Don’t move.”

  She froze, wanting his erection between her legs, wanting him deep inside her. The tip of his nose brushed just below her ear, his breath tickling her skin. His chest expanded, pressing into her back, forcing her cheek into the wall. She was completely caged by his large body. Her breath hitched as his hands slid up the front of her corset toward the zipper.

  “You smell like peaches,” he purred.

  She let a small sigh escape her lips. His fingers pinched the zipper between her breasts. Slowly, he began pulling it down. I should stop him now. The zipper slid lower. Maybe now. Stopping at her belly button, the zipper opened just enough to hold her breasts in place. With the slightest touch, they would spill out.

  A loud slapping noise drew her attention toward the window. Her eyes locked on the look of bliss on the man’s pale face as the woman stood behind him with an even larger paddle. Before the next slap came, she was whirled around to face Decland, his hands warm and hot on her breasts.

  “These are beautiful,” he mumbled softly. Slowly, his hands drifted toward her face reaching for the mask.

  Addison jumped, grabbing his hands, panic flooding her system. “No!”

  “No?” He raised his eyebrows questioningly.

  “If I’m going to have the courage to do this, it stays on.”

  “No names? I can’t even see your face?”

  She shook her head, determined to get her way. “If you want this, then no.”

  Leaning in closer, he ducked his head, sliding his tongue between her cleavage. “Very well, Peach.” He sucked in a breath as he ran his nose up her neck and pushed her back into the wall. “But don’t say no again.”

  She nodded. Her head fell back, giving him better access to her neck. Suddenly, her back slammed into the wall. His hands were everywhere all at once. One hand dug beneath her corset to free her nipple. The second the little bud popped out, his mouth latched on to it. Each nibble he took from the tip of her over-excited nipples vibrated down to her core.

  “Oh, don’t stop,” she moaned as she jammed her fingers into his soft, dark hair pulling him in closer.

  His fingers dug into the back of her thigh, squeezing, massaging, even bruising her with want. He lifted her leg and wrapped it around his waist. She could feel him tugging her tiny G-string to the side. The moment the cool air hit her damp folds, she knew there was no turning back. His fingers pressed into her, pumping with one at first. Her hips moved of their own accord, meeting each of his thrusts. Her head slammed back against the wall as she cried out, a low moan filling the room as she drenched his hand.

  “I can feel how much your hot little pussy wants me,” he whispered as his thumb began running circles over her clit. Her inner walls tightened around his fingers, trapping him in. “Christ, I can feel how much you need it. Unbutton my pants.”

  Without hesitation, she reached forward and pulled his belt open. Not even bothering to unbutton his pants, she yanked them open. The button flew off in a mysterious direction.

  He smiled down at her. “Good.” His fingers left her wet core and reached into the back pocket of his falling pants. “Grab me.”

  Addison grabbed his hard length, squeezing him slightly just below the fat head of his cock. Instinctively, her hand began pumping up and down. A teardrop-shaped bead of moisture rolled down the side of his erection. A loud sigh came from the show room, drawing their attention awa
y momentarily as the leather-clad woman continued her sexual taunt, putting on an elaborate display for the other voyeurs behind the dark windows. It wasn’t enough to draw their attention away from each other for long. A mere second had passed before Addison and Decland were focused on each other once more.

  Decland groaned and lifted the small foil pack in his hand to Addison’s mouth. “Rip it open.” She quickly bit the corner of the square packet, tearing it open.

  “Put it on.”

  She hesitated, not wanting to stop stroking his generous length. As her hand pumped faster, another bead of moisture gathered, his back bowing as his head rolled back. Gritting his teeth, he moaned low in this throat. “Keep that up, Peach, and that hungry little pussy of yours won’t get what it needs.” Her hand slowed slightly. He sighed. “Now put it on.”

  Anticipation ate at her as she reached for the condom. Never before had she had sex with a stranger, but the promise of a long overdue satisfying fuck was too much to pass up. Jason hadn’t wanted to please her. Hell, the last time she’d had an orgasm in that relationship, it was self-inflicted. No, this time was for her. She was going to let go of control and hand it over to the fuckable stranger without all the emotional baggage that came along with relationships. His hands slid down her body and rubbed over her clit, bringing her back to the present. With tentative fingers, she placed the condom on the tip of his cock and began rolling it down.

  “That’s it.” He wound his hand around her barely there G-string, and with a sharp tug, he ripped it from her body. “You’re so ready.”

  Addison gasped.

  He hiked her leg higher. “Watch me,” he whispered as he wrapped his fingers around his pulsing erection. Addison looked down. It was the first time she’d watched a man penetrate her. There was something overly stimulating about seeing his fat cock start to slide into her and feeling her body part around him while squeezing every inch he wanted to give.

  Her body quivered as he pushed in to the hilt. It was an overwhelming feeling of fullness. Decland was by far the largest man she’d ever been with. He pulled back slowly and pressed back in. Addison never took her eyes off of his cock as it slid in and out of her. She cried out as he started moving faster, her fingers digging into his hip. Running her hands over the hard ridges of his stomach, her nails left scratches in his skin that he didn’t seem to notice. “That’s it, Peach.”