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EROTIC WEEKEND

An Ellora’s Cave Publication, January 2005

 

Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

1056 Home Avenue

Akron, OH  44310

 

ISBN MS Reader (LIT) ISBN # 1-4199-0065-X

Other available formats (no ISBNs are
assigned):

Adobe (PDF), Rocketbook (RB), Mobipocket (PRC)
& HTML

 

EROTIC WEEKEND © 2005 CHEYENNE MCCRAY

 

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book may not be
reproduced in whole or in part without permission.

 

This book is a work of fiction and any
resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely
coincidental. They are productions of the authors’ imagination and used
fictitiously.

 

Edited by
Heather Osborn
.

Cover art by
Syneca
.

Erotic Weekend
Cheyenne McCray

Dedication

 

To all the wonderful ladies of the Chey’s
Fantasies chat loop. You rock!

And to Heather Osborn, a fun editor to work
with!

 

 

 

 

Author’s Note

 

Erotic Weekend incorporates only elements
of Domination/submission and BDSM. It is not intended to accurately portray a
true BDSM or Dom/sub relationship.

 

Chapter One

 

She could do this. She could be a
submissive for one weekend. Now she just needed to find the right Dom to rock
her world.

In the shadows near the resort bar, Andi
Kelly clutched her martini glass so tightly she was afraid the slender stem
would snap. The cosmopolitan would hopefully begin its magic soon, allowing her
to relax, at least a little. This was her fantasy. She could do it.

What a way to have great sex, too, without
worrying about a relationship. She had a career to think about, and wasn’t
ready to commit to any kind of ties. Some men she’d met had wanted
relationships—more than she’d been willing to give. That or they’d just wanted
to fuck around and use her, and she wasn’t a one-night stand kind of woman. So
she’d gotten away from dating, and it had been way too long since she’d been
laid.

Even though this retreat was all about sex,
and she was going to be dominated, she’d still be in control. No strings, no
attachments, and she’d be able to choose her Dom. Hopefully she’d find one
she’d love to have mind-bending sex with.

Her gaze took in the room filled with
seemingly normal everyday people—they could be lawyers, doctors, secretaries,
construction workers, computer programmers, waitresses—just ordinary people
with one thing in common…

They were all into kink—BDSM.

Andi took a bigger drink of her cosmo and
the heat of the alcohol burned down her throat to pool in her empty stomach.
Oh, she’d be feeling the buzz soon, all right. She needed it if she was going
to go through with this.

The resort’s dimly lit lounge smelled of
cigarette smoke, beer and wine, along with the tantalizing aroma of the
appetizers displayed on a table along one wall of the room. Hot wings, spinach
dip, cheese and crackers… Andi’s stomach growled and she hugged herself with
one arm while she took another sip of her cosmo. She was hungry, but she wasn’t
sure she wanted to eat—she might throw up, as nervous as she was. Instead she
closed her eyes for a moment, listening to the throb of the music, an
alternative rock song that pounded in time with her pulse.

When Andi had told her friend Shelia
Tarantino about her fantasy to be a submissive for a night, maybe even a few
nights, Shelia had surprised—no, shocked—her by recommending a weekend away at
a country club resort…but to its patrons it was known as the Bondage Club. Andi
had asked Shelia how she knew about the Club, but her friend had just blushed
and shrugged. Apparently Sheila and her new husband were into kink themselves.

Interesting
.

Andi opened her eyes, took a deep breath,
and glanced at the bartender before turning her gaze back to the room. So far
she had escaped notice—or maybe her body language had been read loud and clear.
Don’t come near me. I’m scared half out of my mind.

Which wasn’t like Andi at all. Because of
her tenacity, her ability to close the deal like no one else could, she had
recently been promoted to Vice President of Tarantino Investments. Known as a
tough but fair boss, she could run circles around any man when it came to her
work. Any man but Derrick Macintyre, that was.

Andi frowned at the thought of the ruthless
investor. He was her equal at the investment firm, also a VP, but his
dominating presence made her feel like a novice in comparison. Something about
him always made her squirm in her chair at board meetings. She hated how just
being in the same room with him made her nipples so taut they ached, and her
pussy wet enough to soak her panties. Of course, the fact that he was one of
the sexiest men alive might have something to do with that.

Shoving thoughts of Derrick out of her
mind, Andi raised her chin and stepped out of the shadows. This was her weekend
to find out what it was like to submit completely and turn over all control to
a Dom.

Why the thought turned her on, she wasn’t
sure. Except that maybe she was tired of always being the one in control in her
job, in her life. To turn that over to someone else, if only for a weekend, was
a fantasy she’d had for a while. At night when she was alone with her vibrator,
she would imagine what it would be like to be at a man’s mercy—tied up and
forced to do whatever he wanted…

A tremor of shock rolled through Andi and
she froze. Across the room, a tall and powerfully built man stood with his back
to her. He was talking to a diminutive blonde who was looking up at him with a
sultry expression in her big green eyes.

Andi narrowed her gaze. It couldn’t be—no.
But that dark wavy hair curling just above the collar of his coal gray suit
jacket, those broad shoulders and strong hands…

No.

Andi took another drink of her cosmo,
finishing it off in one gulp. It couldn’t be him. She set the empty martini
glass on the bar and started to slink back into the shadows, but the man turned
and his gaze met hers. Electricity zinged through Andi’s body, straight to her
pussy.

It was him.

Derrick Macintyre.

 

Derrick’s blood seared his veins as his
gaze rested on the beautiful, yet heretofore elusive, Andi Kelly. A slow smile
curved one corner of his mouth now that he had her attention. Andi’s
almond-shaped brown eyes widened and her lips parted in obvious surprise. She
had a deer-trapped-in-headlights look about her as her gaze locked with his.

Dismissing his former sub without a
backward glance, Derrick strode across the lounge, past club members, and
straight toward Andi. She took a step back, as if she was about to turn and
bolt from the room. He caught her by one wrist, and pulled her to him.

Before she had a chance to speak, Derrick’s
gaze raked her from head to toe. He took in her shimmering curtain of black
hair and could just imagine how it would feel sliding over his naked skin. The
tiny black dress she wore left nothing to the imagination, including her erect
nipples rising beneath the thin material, and the way it clung to the juncture
of her thighs. His eyes traveled down long legs that wouldn’t quit, to a pair
of sexy high heels. He couldn’t wait to see her in nothing but those heels.

When his gaze met hers again, Andi tried to
wrench her wrist from his grip. “I see you’re just as much of an ass out of the
boardroom as you are in,” she said, her head raised and a determinedly haughty
tilt to her chin.

Derrick drew her to him with a jerk and she
lost her balance. With a soft gasp of surprise she fell against him, her
slender body flush with his. He kept her pressed to him by gripping her ass
with one hand. His erection was hard against her softness, and by the color
rising in her cheeks he knew she hadn’t had a problem noticing.

“As feisty as ever, Ms. Kelly.” Derrick
lowered his head and drank in Andi’s jasmine perfume and her unique womanly
scent. He had always loved how she smelled. From the first day he had met her,
she had driven him out of his mind. “I might just have to punish you here and
now.”

Another soft gasp came from Andi and she
tried to pull away from him. When he wouldn’t release her, she tilted her head
further back, fire in her dark eyes. “Damn it, Macintyre.” She stomped one high
heel onto his shoe. “Let. Me.
Go
.”

In a fast motion, Derrick released her
wrist long enough to cup the back of her head. He clenched her silken hair in
his fist and crushed his mouth to her soft lips, staking his claim, letting her
know she was his.

Andi tried to fight Derrick, her head
swimming with shock. But he was too strong, too powerful.

His kiss was hard, almost brutal. Complete
and total domination that took her breath away. She was so surprised that she
parted her lips and Derrick took advantage, thrusting his tongue into her
mouth. He plunged hard and deep while he clenched his hand in her hair, a man
in total control.

Without even realizing it was happening,
Andi began kissing him back, letting her tongue dart into his mouth and then
tangle with his. Her fingers scaled his broad chest beneath his suit jacket,
and she rested her palms against him, feeling the flex of his hard muscles
beneath her hands. His heat radiated through her and the image came to her of
the two of them, hot and sweaty, slick flesh against slick flesh.

And she was moaning. Good God, she was
moaning
.

The fierceness of his kiss lessened, but he
bit her lower lip hard enough to make her cry out. The pain quickly blended to
a sweet kind of pleasure. Before she could recover from her surprise, he thrust
his tongue deep inside her mouth again. He tasted of breath mints and the
intoxicating flavor of pure male. His hand gripped her hair so hard she could
feel it tugging against her scalp.

In that moment she could see herself
submitting to Derrick. On her knees, doing whatever he willed. Her hands tied
behind her back while he fucked her mouth with his cock. Him taking her from
behind, or fucking her ass. Taking her any way he chose.

It seemed like the kiss lasted forever.
When Derrick finally pulled back, her lips felt swollen and moist, her breath
coming in soft gasps.

She couldn’t take her gaze from his finely
chiseled features, the arrogant way one eyebrow rose as he watched her with
those incredible blue eyes. The deep and throbbing sound of his voice sent a
gush of moisture between her thighs when he said, “You’re mine for the weekend,
Andi.” His jaw tightened and his face hardened with absolute seriousness.
“You’ll do what I say, when I say, and follow my instructions to the letter.”

Andi started to shake her head, but his
hand clenched her hair too tightly. “You bastard,” she said. Heat rushed
through her in a hot blaze. Yet part of her realized that it wasn’t only anger
flooding her, it was intense desire. His words had turned her on beyond belief.

“That will earn you your first punishment.”
His gaze narrowed, his look turning darker. “Do you wish to add another?”

Andi’s jaw dropped. She couldn’t believe
this was happening. Derrick, here, at this exclusive BDSM club, and treating
her like he was her Dom. And exciting her like no man had ever done before.

Derrick spoke before she could respond to
his punishment remark. “Would you rather be a sub to a strange Dom? Would you
rather be fucked by someone you don’t know, Andi?” He brought her even tighter
against him, digging his fingers hard into one ass cheek while clenching her
hair in his other hand. He had her pressed so tightly against him that her
hands and her breasts were smashed against his chest. “I won’t let that
happen,” he continued. “I’ve wanted you, waited for you, for far too long to
let another man have you.”

Andi gulped. He had wanted her? Had waited
for her? He certainly had never shown it. “I—I don’t know about this, Derrick.
You—me—submitting…”

“Turn over control to me, baby.” He relaxed
his hold on her hair and ran his fingers through the shimmering waves. The feel
of his fingers skimming through her hair sent tingles of pleasure through her.
“This weekend has nothing to do with the outside world. It has to do with you
living your fantasy. And you pleasing me in whatever way I choose.”

Her eyes widened and her fingers clenched
his shirt tighter. “How do you know it’s my fantasy?”

“You’re here.” Derrick moved his finger to
her lips, quieting her. “And it’s obvious you’ve never been in a BDSM club
before. You’ve stayed hidden in the shadows, clutching your drink like it was a
shield. Admit it. You’re here to experience what you’ve always dreamed about.
I’m the man who’s going to fulfill that fantasy.”

Andi swallowed as she stared up at his blue
eyes. Deep, endless blue, the color of the Caribbean. Between the cosmo and her
desire for Derrick, she was thoroughly intoxicated. She said the only thing she
could say.

“Okay.”

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