Holiday in Handcuffs (5 page)

“
None.” I could not look
away. Every reason I had conceived on New Year’s Eve night on why I
should stay away from this man had vanished over the weeks. I had
considered, a few times, driving back to Greenville and asking
about him. Seeing if he would be there. However, I hadn’t and each
time I regretted it more.

“
Do you mind if I close
the door for a moment?” he asked, appearing different than the
dominant man from the BDSM house.

“
No.”

He pushed the door. When it closed, he
pulled me into his arms. It all happened so fast I found myself
with my back against the door and Dorian’s lips on mine.

Holding my face between his hands and
pressing his body on mine, he held me immobile while he took
command of my mouth.

This was the man I knew. The man I’d
fantasized about repeatedly.

Setting my hands on his chest, feeling the
hammering of his heart, I didn’t even attempt to push him away.

Every day at my demanding job, where I had
to be in control of so much for long hours, it made me desire the
peace, serenity and freedom I’d found at his hands. I wanted that
again and again.

Lifting his mouth from me, he pressed his
forehead to mine and exhaled as if he’d just gotten a drink after
thirsting for years. “Forgive me, but I could not resist. I have
thought non-stop about you. Wondering who you were. Where you were.
A million ideas of how I could get in touch with you flooding my
mind.”

Rubbing his chest, I said, “Me too.”

That caused him to draw back, slightly. “You
have?”

“
Yes.” Tilting my head, I
stared at him. “So, what now?”

“
I want to get to know
you, Nevea. Even if you can’t do the D/s thing, I’d understand.
But, I want to take you on dates. Sit with you on Sundays in the
park. Find out what movies you enjoy. Discover how to make you
laugh.”

I laughed at the picture his words drew so
different from our first meeting. “Okay.” I lowered my eyes to his
tie then returned it to his face. “What if I want more?”

“
Like what?”

Leaning in, I whispered, “You dominating me.
You handcuffing me. You spanking me. You pushing me beyond my
limits. You pleasuring me.”

He let out a low growl and kissed me again.
When he finally pulled away, his breathing was as labored as
mine.

“
I hope you’re off today.”
He lifted me and pressed me back against the door.

“
Ahh.” I giggled like a
school girl. “I have a client I need to meet in about thirty
minutes.”

“
Oh, Velvet. You’re going
to discover what I can do with that kind of time.”

“
On one condition.” I
wrapped my legs around his waist.

“
You’re not going to make
me promise not to peel these pants off you, are you?”

I twisted my lips and pretended to consider
his words, then smiled. “No, Sir. But, tell me about my scene
name.”

Turning, he walked us to the desk and sat
down in his chair with me on his lap. Starting with opening the
buttons of my shirt he said, “The Velveteen Rabbit lived…”

As he removed my blouse and continued to
retell me the classic tale, I began to understand the parallel
between me and this stuffed rabbit. Both of us wanted to be played
with and find love. Glancing at the man with me, I knew that I had
a shot at having all my desires fulfilled.

~The End~

About the
Author

I've been penning erotic tales since 2006, on the
hedonistic side of the romance genre. However, I've been writing
romance under a different pen for a while. I'm eclectic by
nature.
I'm married to my best friend. A guy that makes me laugh 'til I
can't breathe and one who steals my breath every time he walks into
a room. I believe in happily ever after like the rising of the sun
depended on it.

http://yvettehines.com

Gabriella Mitchem knew the only way to get
her controlling and overbearing Dom to release her was for her to
approach another Dom without her formers consistent. In a daring
move she walks up to a stranger and kisses him, then drops to her
knees before him. She never expects that man to be gorgeous or
innocent of the lifestyle she had pledged her life to. Now free,
disgraced and humiliated she needs to find another Dom, but she
can't get the novice hunk out of her mind. As a submissive she's
not supposed to be the aggressor. However, Brad's strength behind
his easy going smile calls to her, and she's determined not to let
him slip away.
Brad Crenshaw has always been the impulsive twin so when he walks
in the door of Strong Blends and is immediately kissed by a
beautiful woman beneath a mistletoe, what's he supposed to do but
pursue her. The only problem is that she's a submissive in a
lifestyle he doesn't fully understand. His sister and two best
friends maybe into restraints and spankings for pleasure but that
has never been something that interested him...until Gabriella
bowed before him.
Note: This story is a stand alone. However, it is a part of the
Strong Blends series.