Aggie returned her attention to the guy at her feet. She didn’t have the same sympathy for men. “I do indulge for a price,” Aggie told him, “but no sex.”“I don’t need sex.”She nodded. He wasn’t new to this. Which made him so much more fun than her usual victims. She had a few regulars who visited her dungeon, but most of her customers were guys visiting Vegas who wanted to explore their darker sides for a night. She never saw most of them again, which suited her just fine. Many dommes preferred regulars, but Aggie would rather turn over a quick buck and avoid growing fond of one of her submissives.Her current interest’s body held tension in every line. When he glanced up at her, the deep emotional pain in his gaze made her belly quiver. Yeah, blondie, you’re exactly the challenge I need right now. “I can work you over, angel, but not here. I’ll slip you my card later, and you can call me. If you’re lucky, I’ll show you my dungeon.”He shuddered, his breath coming out in an excited
Unfortunately, so was Trey.Sed crossed the sidewalk in two strides and bent over Trey. Sed took him by both shoulders, lifted his torso off the ground, and gave him a gentle shake. Out cold, Trey’s head lolled loosely. “Trey? Trey! Trey, open your eyes.” Sed glanced at Eric. “What the f**k happened to him?”“That douche bag whacked him in the back of the head with a ball bat.” Said douche bag was groaning in the middle of the sidewalk. Eric had made a mess of the guy’s face.“What the f**k?” Sed eased Trey down to the sidewalk, dropped to his knees, and put his ear to Trey’s chest. “His heart’s still beating. He’s breathing.”“Well, duh. You didn’t think he was dead, did you? He isn’t even bleeding.”Brian staggered his way back up the sidewalk to join them. He massaged the knuckles of his right hand, his dark brows drawn together in an angry scowl. “Damn it, Eric, why do you always have to start shit?”“It was Sed’s fault. He’s the one who grabbed Jessica off the stage.”Jace’s gaze
“How did you know it was me?” he asked.She lifted the visor of his helmet and stared into his eyes. Her cerulean blue irises stood in shocking contrast to her jet-black hair and porcelain-white skin. “Besides the fact that you’re still wearing the same clothes?”Oh.“It’s the way you carry yourself, angel. The tension in your body. It pulsates off you. How long has it been since you’ve had release?”He knew what she meant. She didn’t mean sexual release. He could have that any time he wanted. She meant how long since he’d gotten what he needed. The release she could give him. “Almost a year.”She pursed her lips with sympathy. “Poor baby. I’ll fix it.” She touched his cheek. “Make it all better.”Ripples of delight snaked along his jaw, down his neck and belly. Grabbed him by the balls. He shuddered. Reached for her. Needing it. Her.She slapped his hand away. “No.”He clenched his hand into a fist and lowered it to his side. He knew she was a domme and used to men taking her orders,
Since Sed’s singing was subpar, he apparently decided additional showmanship could make up for it. He dove into the crowd in the middle of their set’s second song and seemed oblivious to the fact that he missed singing the vast majority of the lyrics, as the crowd passed him hand-over-hand above their heads. If Jace had tried that crazy shit, he’d probably have been tossed on the cement and trampled to death. Security rescued Sed from the writhing crowd, and he eventually made his way back to the stage.“Hell yeah. You crazy muthas know how to rock!” Sed cried into his microphone. “Who’s here to see f**king Exodus End?” He thrust a fist in the air as the crowd erupted into cheers. He cleared his throat. Winced. Turned his volume down to a lower roar. “My throat’s a bit sore tonight. Note to self, do not get into fights in strip clubs the night before a show, no matter how f**king hot the chick is.”The audience cheered Sed’s debauchery. Jace couldn’t help but smile. The more trouble S
“Then strip.”He took off his jeans. It turned out his c**k was something special. Enormous. Beautiful. Thick. And hard as granite. Her pu**y throbbed at the sight of it. Okay, so she was interested, but she couldn’t let him know that.“Do I excite you, Jace?” she asked with a sardonic grin. It had been a long time since she’d wanted to f**k a man. Any man. And she’d never wanted to f**k a client.Until now.“Yes, Mistress.” He gasped. “You make me hard. Punish me.”“Down on your knees.”He hesitated. He didn’t look at her when he said, “No.”“No?”So he wanted to play. She did like a challenge. She rarely got one.“I just want you to hurt me. I don’t want to grovel or be humiliated.” When he tilted his head to look at her, there was defiance in his eyes. Defiance? He wasn’t a submissive? Then why was he here? What in the hell did he need her for?She watched him struggle to repress his defiance and decided that he did want to submit. He just needed more encouragement than most. Her t
“I don’t think so, but fine. If you’re not into this, I’ll go.” He released the second rope and moved to the edge of the room to find his clothes.She didn’t want him to go. His c**k still stood at full attention. She wanted him inside her. Inside Aggie, not Mistress V, but it was Mistress V he wanted. He’d said so himself.Before he could slide into his pants, she took his hand and yanked him toward the bolted door.“You’re not going anywhere until I dress that cut,” she said.He didn’t protest, allowing her to open the door and lead him through the foyer to a second part of her domicile—her private living quarters. She’d never brought a client into her personal home before, but now that their business transaction was over, she wasn’t thinking of him as a client. She tapped a code into the lock’s keypad and pushed open the reinforced door that separated her home from her dungeon.After securing the door behind them, she led Jace to her bedroom and urged him to sit on the edge of her
He was asking her?“Yeah, go ahead.” He’d more than earned his release.It was as if something inside him snapped. He tore into her like an animal. He wrapped his arms around the backs of her thighs and folded her in half. He f**ked her hard, driving his thick c**k into her body. She cried out, unable to distinguish between pleasure and pain, knowing only that she loved it and didn’t want him to stop. She liked the harsh contrast of being f**ked after the considerate, tender lovemaking he’d showed her before.“Yes, Jace!” she screamed. “Fuck me.”“Hurt me,” he countered.Aggie’s nails dug into his chest. He groaned.She drew her hands down, leaving eight parallel scratches down his chest. He shuddered, his head tilting to the side, his mouth falling open in ecstasy. “God, yes,” he growled.She grabbed his nipple, twisting viciously.He lowered his head to kiss her. She bit his lip until she tasted his blood. He didn’t resist her cruelty, but rose up on his knees so he could f**k her h
Mom followed Aggie to the kitchen and perched herself on a stool at the breakfast bar. Yawning, Aggie started a pot of coffee brewing and leaned against the counter across from her mother.“What’s with you?” Mom asked. “You get laid or something?”“Huh?” How on earth would her mother know that?“You’re walking all bowlegged.”“Shut up,” Aggie said. “I am not.”“If you say so.” Mom gave her an appraising look, reached into her purse, and retrieved her pack of cigarettes again. “Men. Jackasses. All of them.”Normally, Aggie would agree, but she’d found one last night she kind of liked. One who apparently made her walk bowlegged. “They’re not all bad.”Mom thumped another cigarette out of the pack, put it between her lips, and lit it. “Shit, you found a man, didn’t you?”Aggie shrugged. “Not really.”Mom took a deep drag off her cigarette, smoke curling around her head as it floated to the ceiling. Aggie really wished she wouldn’t smoke in her house, but with this woman there were so man