Rough Diamond (MF)

Billionaire Doms Club 3

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 31,318
6 Ratings (4.5)
[Siren Sensations: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, spanking, sex toys, HEA]
Can a one night stand turn into something more? Fiona Graham isn’t sure. She and Max Malone had toe-curling chemistry when they met but then he snuck out of her bed in the middle of the night and left town without even exchanging names.
But now he’s back and they have to work together. She’s been hired to redecorate the Black Diamond Club and he’s overseeing the project. Sparks fly again but things don’t go smoothly.
Fiona has never submitted before but she’s willing to try. In fact, she argues, she needs to as a part of her research for the club renovations. He’s been hurt badly in the past and only gets involved in relationships with experienced subs who sign short-term contracts. She agrees to a contract, but will it be enough or will her rough diamond run again?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Rough Diamond (MF)
6 Ratings (4.5)

Rough Diamond (MF)

Billionaire Doms Club 3

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 31,318
6 Ratings (4.5)
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Excerpt

 

STORY EXCERPT

 

Max punched the elevator button impatiently. He paced. He pushed the button again. Sighing, he headed over to the stairwell and yanked the door open. Moving quickly, he jogged down four flights of stairs.

He was feeling better already. A good long ride on his bike to Naperville and back, that would make him feel even better. And if the bike he was going to look at turned out to be a piece of shit, he had a line on another one in a little town down near El Paso. Now that would be a nice long ride. He might just head on down there anyway, regardless of how the bike in Naperville ended up. A nice long road trip might be just the ticket to fix whatever was making him feel so restless lately.

He whistled as he flung the stairwell door open and walked right into a woman, knocking her to the floor.

“Oof!” She had landed hard on her ass. He moved quickly to her side and then stopped. She was looking up at him with a smoldering anger in her eyes. He had a sudden urge to see something else smoldering her gaze. She had the biggest, bluest eyes he’d ever seen. Or maybe they just seemed that way in contrast to her long blonde hair with its wide pink streaks.

Pink. On her it worked. On her, he suddenly realized that pink wasn’t such a bad color after all. In fact, he had a sudden urge to see what it would look like if her long pink hair trailed down over his naked chest, or if he tangled his hands in it while she knelt before him worshiping his dick.

He felt his cock stirring. She wasn’t his type, not at all. He liked submissive women. Tall, elegant women who knew the score when it came to BDSM. Women who weren’t looking for a relationship. He’d bet that this little pink poodle couldn’t spell BDSM. And judging by the sparks shooting from her eyes, she sure as hell wasn’t submissive.

And she was small, at least compared to his own six foot two. Maybe five three or four. She was wearing a tank top that highlighted her shapely breasts and a pair of yoga pants that did nothing to disguise the enticing fullness of her hips.

“You oaf! Why are you standing there staring? Help me up!”

He realized she was right. He had just been standing and staring down at her rather than helping.

“Are you hurt?”

“Just my ass!” He almost laughed. As a Dom, he heard that complaint frequently. He smothered the chuckle, but clearly she’d read something she didn’t like in his expression.

“Help me up or get lost.”

Moving quickly, he reached down, grabbed the hands she held up to him, and hauled her to her feet. He misjudged her weight and tugged so hard that she’d come up off the floor and banged into his chest. Quickly he wrapped his arms around her, holding her against him to keep her from falling again. Her feet dangled as his cock hardened at the feel of her in his arms.

Damn. She might be small, but she was shapely. He could feel the hard points of her nipples pressed against his chest. He had a sudden urge to strip them both naked and find out what it would feel like if their naked bodies were pressed together.

He looked down at her. She was looking up at him. Their eyes locked and he felt something shoot through him. It was like a jolt of electricity or maybe awareness. It was like he recognized her, but he could swear that he’d never met her before in his life. And she felt so damned right in his arms. He almost dropped her at the realization. What had this come from? She was nothing like the type of women he liked.

Her arms had automatically gone around his neck to keep from falling. She didn’t need to hold on though. He had her in his arms and he had a sudden urge to carry her out of the lobby and toss her on the back of his bike. She’d sit behind him, clinging tightly, her arms wrapped around his waist, her legs spread wide to wrap around his hips. He’d be able to feel the heat of her pussy against his ass as they drove and drove and drove.

He needed to adjust himself in his jeans. He was sporting a hard-on that felt ready to burst through his jeans. He shifted her in his arms to wrap her legs around his hips, his hard cock pressed against her crotch.

Her lips parted, her nipples got even harder if that was possible, and he was sure he could smell the scent of her arousal wafting up between their bodies. Leaning down, he touched his lips gently to hers. She tasted like honey. He deepened the kiss, his tongue darting out and pressing for entry. When she opened her mouth, he wanted to shout in triumph. What he did instead was slide his tongue inside to duel with hers.

And duel they did. She didn’t just accept. She gave back. She took. It was something he hadn’t experienced with a woman in a long, long time. He was used to being in charge. He had a sudden vision of this pink-haired vixen spread out naked on his bed while he played with her, teasing her breasts and pussy until she begged him to fuck her.

Beg. Fuck. Fuck! What was he thinking? She was a vanilla. He hadn’t had vanilla sex in more than a decade. He was a Dom. He was a Master. He trained submissives. He was known for his exacting standards. He trained them, helped them find a permanent Dom, and then he walked away. He was all about impact play and bondage. And control. Always control. And she was causing him to lose it. He could feel his heart thumping in his chest. His respiration was rapid and shallow. His cock seemed to have a mind of its own and what it wanted was inside this pink-haired stranger.

Fuck. He was getting short of breath as his heart pounded harder. Was he having a heart attack? He pulled his mouth away and tried to get his breathing under control. She was a stranger. A beautiful sexy stranger. And he had to get out of there now.

He shifted his grip and set her on her feet.

Then he fled.

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

Fiona watched as he dropped the condoms beside her. Half a dozen condoms. She swallowed hard as she saw his hard cock bobbing so close to her hand. She let go of the headboard and reached for him.

Smack.

Did he just slap her fingers?

“Naughty, naughty. Do you need me to tie those hands up out of the way?”

Tie? He was a Dom. She knew it. But to let a stranger tie her up? She wanted to say no but her clit was throbbing, her breasts were throbbing. Her pussy was gushing moisture, desperate to be filled by his cock. Maybe he was talking one night, but she knew that there was something more between them. She thought he knew it, too, but for some reason, he needed to keep an emotional distance.

Fine. She could do a one-night stand. But no matter what he thought, they’d meet again at the club as she did the redesign. Unless of course he sucked in bed. Then she might have to reconsider going after that job.

“Have you ever been tied up before?”

She shook her head. She’d read about such things, and it had turned her on. But she’d never been tempted in real life, especially not with a stranger, until now. She looked up at him and she saw that he was waiting for something.

Her permission to tie her hands. Even though he wanted to tie her up, he was letting her make the decision. She knew, somehow, that if she said no, he wouldn’t push the issue. She smiled and nodded before glancing to one side.

He followed the direction of her gaze and saw her collection of scarves that were draped over the back on her dresser chair. She watched him pick up the scarves and let them flow through his fingers. After careful examination, he chose four. They were all long and silky. He walked back to the bed and tied one end of the first scarf to the bedframe and then loosely to her wrist. Then he walked around to the other side of the bed and repeated the process.

He’d tied her up so that her arms were spread wide. He left a lot of slack so that her wrists weren’t tightly bound and there was no risk to her circulation. In fact, the loop around her wrist was so loose she could probably pull her hands out if she really wanted to. She looked at him and smiled.

He’d also left a long trailing end of each scarf and laid the last two scarves by the condoms and lube.

Then he crawled onto the bed, straddling her torso. She could see his straining erection. She licked her lips at the sight of the small bead of pre-cum on the slit. She looked up and saw him smile as he stroked his cock from the root to the bulbous head. He looked huge. Or maybe it was because of the angle. She licked her lips. She wanted to taste that pre-cum, dammit.

She bucked her hips, hoping to urge him to move. She wasn’t sure what she wanted him to do more, though. She wanted his cock inside her, but she also wanted to lick and suck it.

She bucked her hips again.

“Naughty, naughty.” He reached down and caressed a breast before pinching the nipple and tugging lightly. She closed her eyes and moaned. She could feel his other hand on her other breast repeating the motions. Now he was massaging both breasts and pinching the nipples at the same time. She moaned as he tugged the nipples, alternating left and right, left and right.

Then he let go of both and she opened her eyes to see him moving forward. He leaned forward, bracing one hand on the wall, and with the other, directed the fat head of his cock toward her mouth. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue as he teased her, keeping it just out of her reach.

She whined and he laughed and relented, leaning forward so she could lick the slit, scooping up the pearly goodness. It wasn’t enough. She whined again and this time he moved closer, allowing her to take the head into her mouth.

She took full advantage, swirling her tongue around the head and across the slit. Then she closed her lips and sucked as hard as she could.

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