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Just One Taste(7)

By:Lexi Blake


He spanked her again and again and finally she felt the tears begin to flow.

She was crying and holding on to the very man who was making her weep. But it wasn’t a bad thing. He was giving her something she needed. The tears wouldn’t come without this fire and they felt good. The pain she felt somehow opened her up. She lost count, though she suspected Eric hadn’t. He wasn’t counting out loud, but he was measured and controlled.

With a singular exception. While he might have total control over the rest of his body, she could feel his cock. It had gone hard, and the man had a supersized dick. He had an erection. Her body responded to the feel of that cock against her belly. For the first time in forever, she felt herself get soft and wet even as her ass seemed to be on fire.

One harsh thwack ended her punishment and she found herself being lifted up like she weighed absolutely nothing. He set her on her feet and she was happy she hadn’t been able to afford to buy new shoes. Subs were given the option of bare feet or stilettos. She was fairly certain if she’d sprung for the heels, she wouldn’t have been able to stand. As it was she wobbled a bit.

Eric was right there. He towered over her, his hands coming out to steady her. When she looked up, she was caught by the heat in his eyes, the rigid line of his jaw. Maybe he wasn’t as controlled as she’d thought. Maybe this had meant something to him, too. After a moment, he released her and held out a hand. “I’ll take those now.”

It took her a moment to realize he was talking about her undies. Hell, she’d been so caught up in staring at the man and trying to process what had just happened that she hadn’t pulled down her skirt. She tugged it down before stepping out of her undies. Though it seemed such an odd thing to do, she handed them over. He took them and stuffed them in his pocket.

“Do you need a moment, Deena?” Master Liam asked in that lyrical, oh so sexy accent of his.

“He’s asking if you need aftercare,” Eric explained. He didn’t have an Irish accent, but the deep tones of his voice seemed to do something to her insides, making them soft and mushy and willing to do anything the man wanted her to do.

Which was bad. She wasn’t sure she could handle aftercare from this man. “I’m good. Let’s continue.”

He nodded and before she could move back to the rest of the class, he swept her up into his arms. She was cradled against that big chest of his, looking at the scarred side of his face. The long line that cut the right side of his face from above his brow down through his cheek did nothing but enhance how gorgeous and manly he was.

He sat down in one of the empty chairs, settling her on his lap. His arms forced her to curl into him. His big body was so warm, the skin covering his muscles so damn smooth and silky. “You did beautifully, sweetheart.”

She let herself relax against him. This was definitely not so bad. When she’d thought about finding a Dom, she was looking for someone who would fulfill her needs to explore her sexuality. Maybe that man could be Eric. If she was careful and didn’t get overly involved.

He leaned in and whispered into her ear. “Next time, we’ll go somewhere private and I won’t let you up until you’ve had a proper cry. I think you need that, sweetheart. I hated stopping before you got what you needed.”

She went stiff in his arms. Yes, this was why she’d stayed away from him. He saw too much, would want far more of her than she would be willing to give.

He was the deep end of the pool and she wasn’t ready to jump in.

Master Alex began talking, but all she could think about was the man whose arms surrounded her.





CHAPTER THREE



Eric looked over the boxes that were being sent to McKay-Taggart. Sure they were sandwiches, but they were for Chef’s older brother and not so silent partner, Ian Taggart, and his crew. Well, the ones who were at the office. Eric had been overseeing the weekly catered lunches for months, and he knew the names and typical orders by heart. Simon Weston and Jesse Murdoch were apparently on assignment in LA. The only regular orders he hadn’t made were Simon’s smoked salmon on rye and Jesse’s turkey and Swiss. It looked like everyone else was home for the week.

When they catered anywhere but McKay-Taggart, he allowed the line chefs to prep the meals, but that team was special to Sean so he made sure to do it himself.

“Did you pack up the salads?” Javier strode in. He’d made the potato salad himself. It was a special recipe with a nice zing of red pepper. It had been waiting for Eric in the fridge when he’d gotten in this morning. Though Javi was a hot mess when it came to his relationships, the line chef was more than ready to take over for Eric when he left in a few months.

His own place. His own space. He couldn’t wait, and after last night, he had some hopes that he wouldn’t be going alone.

“I’ve got them and the soup ready to go.” He’d made a chicken tortilla soup and packed individual condiments to go with it. Details were important in his line of work.

They were important in every aspect of his life. Paying attention to details was critical when it came to being in a relationship. Even more important when that relationship included D/s.

Deena had responded beautifully to him the night before. She’d been obviously surprised at first, but then she’d taken that spanking with grace and need. She wasn’t playing around as he’d worried. She needed the safety of a D/s relationship and she needed the discipline. She’d been on the edge of a breakthrough and he’d hated to stop. If they’d been alone, he would have spanked her longer. She hadn’t fought him at all, hadn’t squirmed and begged him to stop. At the end her hand had been holding onto his leg, stroking him and squeezing in a way that encouraged him. She’d needed it, been desperate for it.

He wanted so badly to be the one to give her what she needed.

“So how did it go after the class last night?” Javi asked, his eyebrows waggling salaciously.

Oh, he was shutting that shit down now. “I didn’t see her after the class broke off, and I swear I will put you on your ass if you make her feel the slightest bit uncomfortable.”

Javi’s hands came up. “I promise. I swear on my honor…well, on something else that’s way more important. I’m not going to treat her any differently now that I’ve seen her butt. Same with Tiff. I’m going to pretend like I haven’t seen either of their boobs. But seriously, they have great boobs.”

“Remember that there’s a difference between work boobs and club boobs.” It was perfectly fine to look at boobs in the club. It would be a bit rude not to, but there was a time and place.

And Javi wasn’t Deena’s Dom. Or Tiffany’s for that matter. “Did you talk to Mia afterward?”

“She’s a nice girl.” Javi leaned against the prep table. “I don’t know much about her yet.”

“I didn’t think you needed to know much.”

Javi shrugged, giving in on the point. “I don’t in order to go to bed with her. This is a little different.”

Wow. He sounded serious for once. This was the man who was known for hooking up with three different women in one night at the same club. That had started the single greatest catfight Eric had ever seen, complete with hair pulling and scratching. “Are you actually taking this seriously?”

“I’m not looking for a permanent sub, but I do want to be a good Dom.”

“I guess I thought you were doing this for sex.”

Javi’s lips quirked up. “I’m definitely doing this for sex and that’s why I can say with complete confidence, it ain’t happening between me and Mia. I know when a chick is into me and she’s not. She had all these questions about the lifestyle, and I swear the girl was disappointed when she found out I work at Top and not McKay-Taggart. I think she likes her men on the dangerous side. But I am interested in changing up my sex life. If I keep on the way I am, someone’s going to shoot me. Besides, I’ve got more than enough chaos in my life. I need less and this is a way to organize my social life, so to speak. If I go in with a contract, then a woman is going to know what I can and can’t give her. Everything’s up front and honest. I think I need some of that in my life.”

Javi’s home life was completely chaotic. It made sense that he would want the comfort of Sanctum and its contracts.

It wasn’t that different from the reasons Eric wanted them or Deena needed them. Like all humans they were damaged and trying to adapt.

He meant to help Deena find that place she needed to find.

“So don’t worry that I’m going to make things uncomfortable,” Javi finished. “I have to admit I am glad I got Mia and not Tiff. That would be hard, man. Are you sure you can handle working with your sub?”

If he had his way he would do more than work with her. He would spend all his time with her. “We’ll be fine.”

Javi shook his head. “Really? I’m not a fool, man. I know you’ve had a thing for this girl since the minute she walked in the door. You think you can make it through training without getting inside that?”

“First of all she’s a woman, not a that, and I do not intend to avoid getting into bed with her.” He moved the last sack to the table. “Though she did manage to avoid me last night. After tonight’s contract session, she’s not going to be able to hide anymore.”