Page 52 of Dr. Bad Boy
"Violet." His raspy voice and hot breath on my ear make my belly quiver and my pussy clench. He plunges harder and faster until I'm hurtling into a blinding orgasm where nothing exists but our two bodies, his hard and ruthless, mine nothing but quaking sensation. He thunders to his own release, holding himself deep inside me until my climax finally ripples to an end.
I’m vaguely aware of Max pulling out and I’m left with a little empty ache.
“Fuck,” he growls as he rearranges us on the bed. “I missed that.”
“Yeah,” I whisper, because I know the feeling.
“Come here.” He pulls me against him.
I close my eyes and sink into the moment. That had been amazing. Work complications aside, this was good between us.
I deserve a bit of good sex. Amazing sex, even. As long as Max wants to take out his kink on my ass—and then fuck me into oblivion—I’m game. If he’ll keep us secret, I’m his to do with what he will.
And I’m going to enjoy every moment of it.
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Max
After I leaveViolet’s apartment late Sunday afternoon, I’m ready to have her all over again.
But the next time has to be at my house, and I need to finish setting up my dungeon for that. The next business I’m going to invest in is discrete kink contractors, because this DIY stuff is for the birds.
When Gavin calls me Monday night and I repeat that complaint to him, he points out that I’m on a hockey team full of vetted kinksters who would probably be more than happy to help in exchange for an invite to my first party.
Since they’re the only people I was going to invite anyway, that seems a plan I could have figured out myself if I wasn’t so damn distracted.
Tuesday night Lachlan shows up with Corinne, our goalie, a fellow RCMP officer, forty minutes after I issue an invitation to the entire email list.
Corinne even texted me and asked if I wanted coffee because they were stopping on their way.
“This feels backwards,” I say as she hands me a latte. “Thank you. But I’ve got beer, too.”
Lachlan shrugs. “We like to be helpful. Also this way we get a sneak peek at what you’ve got, so we can plan accordingly.”
Well, excellent.
I give him a map of the ceiling and where I’d like anchor points inserted. Corinne hops over the cardboard and bubble wrap, zooming right in on the spanking bench in pieces in front of the fireplace.
“This is gorgeous,” she says, running her hands over the polished wood.
I grin. “Have at it, if you want. There are assembly instructions in the zipped bag of bolts.”
“Where is it going?”
I don’t have immediate plans for it, so I gesture to the opposite wall. “Over there for now.”
I really want it out of the way so I can stock the toy cabinet which is actually a repurposed armoir. My first night with Violet isn’t going to be complicated, but I want to use some of my favourites on her.
I start by unpacking the box labelled fishing tackle. It’s full of new, still in the package butt plugs, nipple clamps, bondage tape, and bullet vibrators which I place in the top drawer.
Next comes my cane bag, which really holds all things hitty—canes, crops, etc. There are hooks on the back of the upper part of the cabinet where they hang.
The bottom drawer is where I keep restraints and rope, and I lay those out just as I like them.
Once Lachlan finishes with the anchor points, he helps me move the St. Andrew's Cross pieces, and we assemble that.
Then the chesterfield can be moved over to make room for the special furniture piece I've found just for Violet. But it's not here yet.
