[Siren Sensations: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, flogging, spanking, caning, paddling, sex toys, HEA]
Lori Graham is in Chicago to evaluate a company her boss wants to buy. She’s also considering moving home to the Windy City for good. Dillon Harris is one of the owners of the company being sold. He’s also a Dom, but not just any Dom. Lori doesn’t realize at first, but he’s Master D, the Dom she’s been playing with at the Black Diamond Club.
While she doesn’t recognize him right away, Dillon knows that Lori is his Lorelei, the sub that has threatened to steal his heart. He also knows that she tries to avoid emotional entanglements while he wouldn’t mind getting entangled with her.
They decide to take sex and submission off the table until after Lori’s evaluation is complete, but is that even possible? And when the Black Diamond Club goes up for sale, a misunderstanding threatens to drive them apart for good.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Lori sat in the reception area fuming. How dare Dillon Harris put her off by having this boy greet her? He looked to be no more than twenty-two or twenty-three. It was hard to tell with that baby face of his. And the way he was dressed, in those shorts and flip flops. Had she interrupted him on the way to the beach?
His long blond hair was nice, she had to admit. It’s how she sometimes imagined Master D’s hair might look if he let it down. She knew she wasn’t supposed to look up at him, but several times, when Master D’s back was turned or she thought he wasn’t looking, she’d sneak peeks at him. She’d been surprised to realize that his hair was lighter than her own natural blonde. It was longer than hers as well. His beard, on the other hand, was a darker blond with reddish tones. She’d been surprised by it last night. Irritated, too. She still had a bit of a rash on her breasts and inner thighs from the whisker burn.
Damn. She had to drag her brain back to the present. Master D was dominant and masterful. This was a boy. They had similar hair and maybe were a similar height and build. That was it. Lots of men were tall and blond. When the boy brought her coffee, she’d insist he take her right in to see Dillon Harris and then she’d give Mr. Harris a piece of her mind. If the rest of his operation was as shoddy as what she’d experienced so far, she was going to have to make some big changes.
She looked at her watch, impatiently. Nine a.m. No sign of blondie. No sign of whoever sat at the secretary’s desk. In fact, she looked at it closer. It didn’t look like anyone sat there. There was a computer monitor, but it didn’t seem to be hooked up to any of the pieces of computer hardware that seemed to be stacked helter-skelter on the desk. There were also three pens, a note pad, and a couple of paperclips.
She looked at her watch again.Ready or not, Mr. Harris, here I come.
She walked up to the office door, knocked once, flung it open, and stepped through the threshold. She stopped and looked around at the strangest executive office she’d ever seen. There was a desk in the middle of all the chaos. At least she thought she saw one. There were boxes stacked up taller than her along one wall and various bits of computer equipment, wires, and widgets that she had no idea as to their purpose overflowing on the couch.
The desk held a computer monitor and a few papers. But it didn’t look any more lived in than the one out front. What the fuck was going on?
“Ah, Miss Graham. I see you’ve already found your way in. Please have a seat.” Blondie walked over to the desk and set down the coffee and frowned. “I am sorry. Let me clear off a seat for you.” Moving quickly, he picked up one of the guest chairs, carried it over to the couch and tilted it so everything fell off it and into a half-empty box. Then he brought it back to the desk, dusted it off with his hand and offered it to her with a flourish.
She sat and turned to him. “Can you please tell Mr. Harris that my schedule is extremely busy and I need to see him immediately? We have a lot to discuss and not a lot of time before the Carrington deal closes.”
She watched as he walked around to the other side of the desk and pulled out the chair. Then he sat down and smiled.
* * * *
He suppressed a smile as her jaw dropped. She’d definitely made some erroneous assumptions based on his clothes and youthful looks. He was disappointed in her. He’d expected more of his Lorelei. He watched as she tried to adjust her perceptions.
“You’re Dillon Harris?”
“Then why the charade?”
“I don’t understand. What charade?”
“You aren’t exactly dressed like a business executive, are you?”
“This is how I dress for work.”
“Yes. At least in the summer. I obviously don’t wear flip flops in the winter.”
“Obviously. And what about your secretary?”
“I don’t have one. And before you ask, I have an executive assistant, but she’s out in the pit with the rest of the team, which is where I usually hang. As you can tell, this place is used mostly for storage and the odd meeting.”
“I had observed that. What’s the pit?”
“It’s the open work area where all the creative team hangs. Everyone has their own workspace, but I find that brainstorming and creativity are enhanced when people work together and aren’t isolated from each other.”
He watched her absorb and acknowledge the truth of this.
“But your clothes.” She was having a hard time getting past his wardrobe. “You don’t dress like an executive.”
“This is how I like to dress. And before you ask, I turned thirty last month.” He grinned at her. “But I’ll never grow up. Besides, I’m only going to be an executive for a few more weeks. Then I’ll be unemployed. Maybe you’ll consider my wardrobe more suitable then?”
She was sitting on the edge of the table. Still, except for her breathing. Her nipples were hard points. He reached out and pinched one.
“Ouch!” She grabbed his wrist with both hands and tried to dislodge him.
“Lorelei.” His tone was soft and she immediately dropped her hands.
“I’m sorry, Master D. I didn’t know it was you touching me. Please forgive me.”
“You’re forgiven. You didn’t know it was me. However, you still owe me a punishment for speaking out of turn.”
“Yes, Master D.”
“Now be silent. No words unless it is your safe word or to answer a direct question. To stop the scene, say red. And remember, if you get a cramp or something hurts that’s not supposed to, say yellow. Do you understand, pet? No being brave. Use yellow if something’s wrong and you need to get my attention.”
“Now, no more words. Sounds are fine. You know how much I love to hear your moans and screams. We’ll see if I can get you to scream as loud when you come as you do when I use the cane on your very fine ass.”
He watched her struggle to stay silent and waited until he saw her relax.
“Good girl. Now lie back so I can strap you down.”
Moving quickly, he attached the strap under her breasts and another above them. Then he attached her hands above her head. Then he lifted her right leg and placed it in the stirrup followed by the left. He made short work of attaching the straps so her legs were secured in place. The he pushed the stirrups as far apart as she could manage.
He looked down at her with satisfaction. Her bare pussy lips were pulled apart and her pretty pink pussy was on full display. He reached out and stroked her clit that was just peeking out of its hood. It swelled and revealed more of itself. He could also see the moisture glistening at her pussy opening. He loved that she kept herself bare.
He reached out and lightly grazed her clit. She moaned quietly. He touched her clit again and her moan was louder. He reached lower and circled her pussy. More moisture. He scooped some up and took it to his lips.
“Mmm, Lorelai. You taste so good.” He looked at her speculatively. “Have you ever tasted your own cream?”
She shook her head and then seemed to remember that she could use words to answer a direct question. “No, Sir.” Her voice trembled.
He reached down and scooped up some more cream. Then he walked to the side of the table and held his finger to her mouth.
“Open wide, Lorelei.” She complied and he placed his finger inside her mouth. “Suck.”
* * * *
Lorelei thought she was going to come on the spot when he made her taste her own cream. It was warm and musky, and she wanted more. She circled his finger with her tongue to make sure she got it all. He laughed and withdrew his hand and reached down and tweaked her right nipple.
“You liked that, didn’t you? Maybe I’ll let you have some more later, that is if you haven’t filled up on my cum. For now, it’s all mine.”
He moved again. She tried to figure out what he was doing. She thought she heard the sound of wheels. The rolling stool she’d noticed earlier? Then she could feel the heat of his body between her thighs. He rubbed his cheek on her left thigh. Something felt different. A beard?
It felt both silky and prickly. Had Master D grown a beard or was this someone else? Had he brought a stranger to play with her? She stiffened.
“Relax, Lorelei. It’s just me. And yes, the beard is new. I thought it might provide some interesting sensations for you.”
His voice was deep and sensual as he moved and rubbed his beard on her other thigh. She wasn’t sure if she liked the sensation. She would have to think about it some more. She frowned, concentrating, her body tensing.
“Tsk. Tsk. Can’t have you thinking so hard, pet. Let’s see. What can I do to get you to relax again? Oh, I know?” She almost pictured the wicked grin on his face and then she wasn’t thinking any more. With no warning or warm up, his mouth had closed around her clit and he’d sucked it hard. The feel of his warm mouth on her most sensitive part, the sting of his teeth biting down lightly, and the prickle of his beard against her inner lips. It was all too much.
She screamed as a climax slammed through her without warning, her body trying to arch against the bonds, but he’d made sure she wasn’t moving. She groaned in frustration and then screamed again as he continued to suckle, but now his hands weren’t still. He’d taken one big finger and slid it inside her. She could feel his warm breath coming in puffs as he chuckled with delight on feeling her slickness and quickly added a second and then a third finger.
“I think pet’s feeling rather stimulated. I wonder if she’d like something in her ass as well. What do you say, pet? Shall I fill your ass with one of my toys? Hmmm. What should I use?”