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Tomorrow’s the day. My naughty BDSM story will release and you will get a chance to check out TJ and Cross. TJ’s a hard case. Thinks she can protect her heart. Thinks all she wants is sex. Cross, however, knows her. He takes her on a journey that breaks her down one brick at a time until she’s his. This is their first time together. You’ll see her rough edges. Too bad you can’t see into his head—but that’s something you’ll have to wait for until tomorrow! Hope you enjoy.

Note for Readers: You must be of legal age in your country of origin to read this excerpt.

His teeth flashed, and TJ felt an instant wave of heat that didn’t have thing to do with the fact his hands were rubbing oil onto her nipples, thumbs and forefingers pausing to pluck and twist the tips. That smile softened his expression and made him handsome.

Downward he roamed, slicking over her belly then onto her thighs, her knees, calves. Lord, her toes.
Each was parted, kneaded. And then his glance sliced to her pussy. “Part your legs for me, sweetheart.”

She was embarrassed by how fast she complied, but he didn’t smirk. He simply glided a fingertip along her nude folds, up and down then in between, tracing the edges of her thin, inner lips.

Her pussy clenched then opened, making a moist, sucking sound that snared his attention and made her blush. “I like a nude pussy,” he murmured. “Keep it like this.”

He said it as though they’d see each other again. Frankly, she hoped he’d last longer than Brent.

Fingers parted her and pulled up her folds to bare her clit. Air hissed between her teeth at the first, oily swirl atop the hard, rounded knot.

“Same sweet pink as your lips.”

She rolled her eyes. “We are not discussing my pussy.”

His eyebrows waggled. “Even if how much I like it will mean I spend some extra time there?” Fingers thrust inside her, two—thick, hard digits that twisted and thrust.

Of their own volition, her knees rose and parted.

“Yeah,” he breathed. “I like it too, but we’re not there yet.” He withdrew and wiped his fingers on a towel. “Get on up.”

His hand extended, and she gripped it without hesitation, letting him bring her up to sit on the edge of the table with her thighs parted around his hips. His cock angled toward his belly, and she wondered what he’d do if she shimmied her butt closer until it snuggled against her sex.

His gaze dropped to where their bodies almost met. His firm mouth curved. “You need a little softening,” he said, his tone even.

“Softening?” she whispered, leaning back on her hands, all but inviting him to come over her, here and now.

“You’ll like it. It’s right up your alley.” When his head came up, the hardness of his stare told her the use of the word “alley” had been deliberate.

She straightened and pulled her legs to the side, closing them. “You sound pissed, and you’ve no right to be. What I do with my body is my bus—”

“You’re right. But you’re also impatient as hell for me to make your body my business.”

“You’re an ass.”

“And you’re a bitch.”

“So we’re even?”

He snorted and shook his head. “We’re back to rules. One I have to insist on now.”

“Which is?”

“Call me Sir when you address me.”

She turned away. “And if I don’t?”

“Don’t think disobedience will earn you the punishment you want. If you refuse, I walk. And it’s not a tease. I won’t stop at the door to give you a second chance.”

TJ gave him a fierce frown. “Why’s it so fucking important to you?”

“It’s a sign of respect. Yours for me.”

“You haven’t done a thing to earn it.”

“I’m here,” he said, planting his hands on his naked hips. “I’ve seen the shit you dish, the stupid risks you take. But I’m still here.”

“If I’m such a loser, why bother?”

“You really have to ask? When you saw me at the bar, there was a moment, wasn’t there? You sized me up, and if your ‘dick with benefits’ hadn’t walked up, I’d bet you’d have slid onto the seat with me. You knew in an instant that I could give you what you want.”

He had to say that while they were both naked. While her nipples were hard and her pussy soaked. He’d oiled her up and gotten her stoked so she’d be weak. So willing to follow where he led that she’d beg for it. Damn, she was tempted to whine.

“What’s it gonna be? Do you want me to stay?”

She swallowed down her pride but kept her face averted so he wouldn’t see that she was secretly pleased he was placing limits on her. Like invisible bonds. “Please, Sir,” she whispered. “I want you to stay.”

Fingers slid into her hair, and he pulled to tilt back her head. Then he leaned toward her, closing the distance between them but never touching her with his chest or cock.

One breath, a slight arch of her back and she’d be able to scrape her nipples over his lightly furred chest. But his gaze warned her not to.

His mouth covered hers, suctioning slightly, then drew away.

She blinked open her eyes to find he’d never closed his. He studied her expression then his eased a fraction. “TJ, go to the bench behind me and bend over it. And no more questions.”

“Yes Sir,” she said, her voice husky.

He lent her his hand as she edged off the table and hopped to the floor. Her legs felt like rubber, and she wobbled a bit, but she strode around him toward the bench. A spanking bench, she guessed. She’d read about them but had never actually seen one. She climbed onto the platform, knelt on a padded step and leaned over it. It was surprisingly comfortable, even if the position left her completely vulnerable with her ass and pussy exposed. And she was comfortable—until he used straps to secure her wrists.

Cross smoothed his hand on her slick skin, from her shoulders to her buttocks. Then both hands closed around one thigh, slid up and down, and lifted it to widen her stance. He repeated the actions with the other. His palm cupped her sex, warming it. A finger slid inside her. “You’ll let me do whatever I want?”

“Yes Sir,” she gritted out, trying not to clench around the invading digit.

“But you want it rough.” Another finger slid inside and both pushed deep.

“Yes,” she hissed. Without thinking, she tilted her hips to stick her ass up higher, inviting him deeper. A thicker single digit—his thumb?—pushed against her asshole.

Her head sank as she breathed deeply, trying to relax the tight, little ring. Gradually, he eased inside then fucked all three fingers in and out, slowly.

Arousal slid from inside her to coat the long fingers thrusting in her pussy.

Pursing her lips, she breathed slowly, deeply. She knew he had no intention of getting her off this way, but she was content to let him set the pace.

His fingers withdrew. He padded silently away, toward a dark oak cabinet with slide-out trays of sexual implements. She watched from the corner of her eye as he ran his fingers over the flanges of a flogger, but he passed over it in favor of a paddle—a long, wooden paddle with holes drilled in its surface. Then he opened a drawer and pulled out a blindfold.

His gaze darted toward her, catching her watching. He whipped out the blindfold, making it snap, and she smiled then trained her gaze straight-ahead. A blindfold didn’t worry her.

His steps approached again and halted behind her. His body leaned over hers, the heat from his skin warming her back although he never touched her. The blindfold came under her face, and she closed her eyes obediently as he tied it.

“Can you see anything?”

“No Sir,” she said, smirking.

“Good.”

The door to the room whooshed open, and she jerked up her head. When Cross didn’t say anything to whomever had entered, she tightened. She wanted to ask who’d come in and whether it was part of his plan, but he’d ordered her not to question him.

Did he expect her to balk? Footsteps treaded lightly on the carpet, stopping in front of her. A hand cupped her chin. Not Cross’. It didn’t feel quite large enough. A thumb stroked her bottom lip, but she kept her mouth firmly closed.

The hand withdrew. The sound of latex snapping came from right in front of her, level with her face. She began to shake her head.

A smack landed on the back of one thigh. Delivered by a hand—this time, certainly Cross’—and hard enough to sting. She jerked, tightening her lips.

Another slap landed on the other thigh then one against her right buttock and the left. She breathed noisily through her nostrils, knowing now what Cross hoped to achieve. Bastard! she wanted to say. But then he’d know he’d surprised her. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing she’d wanted him. Him alone.

A latex-covered cock stroked her cheek, but she turned away from it.

Cool gel squirted between her buttocks. Something with a rounded point slid between her cheeks. When it circled her hole, she groaned deep in her throat. As it pushed inside, she opened her mouth around a gasp, and a thumb entered her mouth, dragging down her jaw.

The cock pushed between her teeth, but she couldn’t object because the thing Cross pushed inside her ass was widening, stretching her. Her jaw opened wider for her to breathe around the cock pushing its way deeper inside her mouth.

TJ’s entire body tightened. Her breasts hardened—her nipples grew painfully engorged. The plug Cross pushed relentlessly inside at last narrowed, and his palm snuggled against the base to push it the last little bit, but the toy wasn’t going anywhere. The bulbous shape kept it trapped by the tightening of her sphincter.

He’d accomplished what he set out to do. Force her to accept another man’s cock—a stranger’s. The man in front of her stroked forward and back into her mouth, and she sucked him, obedient at last.