[Siren Sensations: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, spanking, flogging, caning, sex toys, HEA]
Jan O’Leary is running her own business and has no time for love. She’s just gotten out of a bad marriage and had no desire to jump back into a relationship. She does enjoy flirting with one of her customers, even if he is way out of her league.
Jacob Harris comes to Jan’s Café twice a day for coffee and a chance to be with Jan, but’s he’s keeping secrets from her. He’s rich, a Dom, her landlord, and worst of all, he hates coffee.
When her café has to be closed for renovations, Jan agrees to take a temporary job at the Black Diamond Club to pay her bills. She even agrees to let Jacob introduce her to the joys of BDSM. But she’s sure that he could never be serious about someone like her, so she keeps her emotional distance, much to his frustration.
And then there’s her ex-husband, who’s come back into the picture.
A Siren Erotic Romance
She looked at him, studying his face like she was trying to get into his brain. He tried to radiate sincerity as he answered, but he probably just looked like he had indigestion given her expression.
Suddenly, she laughed. “You are the biggest liar ever, Jacob Harris. And the biggest flatterer. You are definitely good for my ego.”
“But it’s the truth!”
“You are so sweet, Jacob. And speaking of sweet, what can I get you today? I’ve got a new recipe for a caramel macchiato with dark and white chocolate sprinkles I’ve been dying to try out. What do you think? I know how much you like caramel!”
He looked at her shuttered eyes behind her fake smile. Clearly the subject was closed. For now. But he wasn’t going to give up. In the meantime, he had to pretend to be excited for another one of those disgusting coffee drinks of hers.
“Sounds delicious.” Sounds disgusting. But he plastered what he hoped was an eager smile on his face. He actually hated coffee. He hated the smell. He hated the taste. And the only thing he hated more than coffee was caramel. But he was in love with a woman who ran a coffee shop café so he ordered coffee. At first he just ordered regular. He still did in the morning. But he’d soon discovered that if he ordered something more complicated in the afternoon when she was less busy, she often chatted with him. So, he’d gotten into the habit of trying new combinations. She sometimes even used him as a taste tester when she was working on something new. That’s how he knew it was true love. He couldn’t imagine drinking coffee for anyone else.
Most days, he was able to just take a few sips until he got out of the café and then could dump it. He usually brought it upstairs to the BDC offices. He was afraid that if he threw it out in the lobby, she’d notice and he’d be busted. He knew he had to tell her eventually, but with any luck, it would be on their honeymoon.
His friends and business partners gave him no end of ribbing for it, but he didn’t care as he watched her get back to work. It took him a moment to realize that she’d neatly dodged the question of dinner. He studied her. Was it because she didn’t take his offer seriously or because she wasn’t interested?
He thought of backing off, but he was tired of waiting. Almost all of his friends had found the one. Luke had Caitlyn. His brother Dillon was with Lori. Even Max had settled down with Lori’s sister Fiona. Max, Mr. Noncommitment himself, had happily collared Fiona and was now busy planning the wedding. In fact, he was turning into a groomzilla. With any luck, Fiona would be able to talk him into eloping. Otherwise, Jacob and the others would have to deal with endless conversations about color schemes and flowers. It was funny, really, since Fiona was an artist and interior designer, but she had turned all the planning over to her intended. It was either that, she said, or they’d be getting divorced before they made it to the altar.
He and Andrew were the only two of the five partners who weren’t married or engaged. He and his brother had been friends with the other three since college. Together the five of them had founded BDC Technologies and now, a decade later, they had sold it and were now obscenely rich.
He watched Luke, Dillon, and Max with their women and he felt such envy because money wasn’t everything. Everyone thought he had never been in a serious relationship because he wasn’t interested in one. Truth was, he was waiting for his other half, as corny as that sounded. He believed in the one and was willing to wait. Not that he had lived like a monk. He’d played with his fair share of subs at the club, but there were none he ever thought about forever with. Until now.
He looked at Jan. She was the one. He knew it. Hell, he’d known it since they met almost two months ago. But while he wasn’t a dick, he was a chicken-shit. He was terrified she’d turn him down, so he set out to charm her. Unfortunately, that’s where his plan broke down. She chatted with him. Laughed with him. Even occasionally flirted with him. But she never gave the slightest indication she was interested in more.
Maybe it was because she’d still technically been married before. But now she was free and he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. He was going to take their relationship to the next level. Instead of serving him coffee, he was going to convince her to have coffee with him. He’d even drink it, if it meant spending time with her.
“You never answered my question, Red.”
“Have dinner with me tonight. Or even a quick drink. Or lunch tomorrow. Anything. Let me prove to you that not all men are dicks like your ex.” Okay, that didn’t sound desperate at all, did it?
He could feel her tense under his hands, but then visibly relax as he continued to stroke her. She was magnificent, he thought as he picked up the flogger. He ran it lightly over her ass and back so she would know what it was. Then he pulled his arm back and struck her ass once, twice, and then a third time. She let out the cutest little yelp at the first impact, but it seemed to be more about the surprise than the pain. He started striking her in a regular pattern moving from her ass up to her shoulders and back again. He knew from experience that the feeling was like an intense massage. He watched as she visibly relaxed and, at one point, he had to check and see if she’d fallen asleep, as she hadn’t made a sound for several minutes.
“Why did you do that?” she complained. “I was enjoying the flogger. Maybe you could do that some more.”
“Topping from the bottom?”
“I have no idea what that means, but I get the feeling it isn’t good.”
“Well, what it means is that you are a brat and you are asking for a punishment.”
“Am not!” she countered indignantly. “I’m a beginner. You’re the teacher. If I’m doing something wrong, then it’s definitely your fault.”
“So says the woman who’s strapped down to a spanking bench and at my mercy.” He moved closer to her, his large body leaning over her, and reached between her legs. He didn’t have to touch her to know how wet she was. He could see her cream glistening between her thighs. He reached out anyway and slid two fingers into her pussy. The fit was snug, but she was so wet they went in easily, so he added a third. Now he could feel her tightness and hear her moan.
“Do you really want me to flog you some more, or are you ready for me to fuck your brains out?” he asked as he twisted his fingers and massaged her clit with his thumb.
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“Yes!” she moaned. “Yes, please! Sir, please, I need to come.”
“That’s not what I asked you, kitten.”
Jan tried to move, to fuck herself on his fingers and get that orgasm that was oh so close. She was restrained too tightly, though, and all she could do was beg some more. “Please, Sir. Have pity and make me come.”
“Make your choice, Red, or I’ll make it for you,” he warned, his fingers and thumb teasing her, keeping her right on the edge, but backing off whenever she got close.
“Please, Sir. Please fuck my brains out!”
“So nicely asked, Red. Thank you.”
And then he pulled away and she lost the touch of his fingers and the warmth of his body at her back. She wanted to cry. But then she heard the sound of a zipper and the rustle of clothes followed by the sound of foil ripping.
She could feel the heat of his body again. His stomach was pressed against her back again, but this time, she could feel his large cock pressed against her ass. It was nestled between her cheeks. She tried to move against him, but he just laughed and wrapped his arms around her.
“You want my cock, Red?”
“Then say it. Tell me how much you want it and what exactly you want me to do with it.”
He was moving his hips slightly now, sliding his cock along the crack of her ass. It felt huge. She wanted to see it, taste it, but even more, she wanted to feel it inside her. But could she say the words?
“Well, if you don’t want it enough to ask for it...” His voice trailed off and she could feel him start to move away. Her pussy clenched with need and a stab of fear shot through her.
“Sir, please I want your cock.” She felt him stop his retreat but knew her words weren’t enough. “Sir, please, please put your cock in my pussy and fuck me, fuck me hard!”
“You are a girl and good girls get their reward.”