"Your dominatrix
for the evening, Mistress Moon, will be with you shortly."
"Uh-huh. Thanks." Blake
Hunter paced the small ,low-lit reception area of the Whipped
Cream and waited for her, not
quite able to believe that this was the place Moonlight Madison
worked at night. The ambience was dark, with cherry wood furniture,
wall sconces that emitted subtle lightning, and soft, sensual
music. Quite a change from the brightly lit, always loud vet
clinic where he normally saw her. What was she doing at a BDSM
palace?
His answer came in the form of a luscious, silver-haired goddess
swaggering down the hall, looking nothing like she did at the
clinic. There, she wore casual clothes, her hair pulled back
and very little makeup. The bombshell walking down the hall
was an entirely different person.
Dressed entirely in black pvc leather, she strutted every
inch of her goddess-like body in stiletto thigh-high boots,
her silvery-blonde ponytail swinging from side to side as she
approached. Full breasts swelled and threatened to spill over
the top of the corset.
The closer she got, the more pronounced her frown became.
Did she recognize him? Did she sense the same thing he did?
Or was she really as clueless about what was inside her as
he thought? If she knew, she'd have sought him out, he was
sure of it.
The only reason he came here was because he didn't want to
approach her at the clinic, and didn't want to scare the shit
out of her by showing up at her apartment. He'd been watching
her for weeks now, ever since he first picked up her scent
at the clinic and realized there was more to Moonlight Madison
than he'd ever guessed. And every time he saw her at the clinic,
he became more convinced she didn't have a clue about him,
or about herself.
She stopped in front of him, her head tilted slightly as she
scanned his body from head to toe.
The movement exposed her neck, one of his favorite parts on
a woman. So tender, so sensitive, it aroused him just thinking
about possessing that slender column of flesh, burying his
teeth in her nape and holding onto her as he fucked her. The
creamy expanse of her throat would look nice with a collar
around it, too. As long as he held the leash.
He inhaled her sweet scent, thankful she hadn't tried to mask
it with one of those cloying perfumes women sometimes wore.
"You're Blake Hunter.
From the clinic."
He wasn't sure she'd acknowledge
that she knew him. "Yeah."
"Figures," she
mumbled low enough that the average person wouldn't hear.
Then again, he wasn't an average person.
He also wondered what she meant. She looked disappointed. As
many times as he'd been to the clinic to pick up medicine for
the refuge, he'd never spoken directly to her. She was always
in the background doing something, and his dealings had usually
been with the receptionist or the doc. But he'd seen her. Knew
she volunteered there and went to vet school part-time.
He still couldn't get over the transformation. Her typical
worn blue jeans and an oversized T-shirt was night and day
different from the sex bombshell getup she wore now.
Not that he minded her current attire. Either way, she excited
him. A helluva lot as a matter of fact. He itched to throw
her down on the floor of the lobby and shove his hard cock
inside her, sink his teeth into the soft flesh of her shoulder
and hold her in place while he rode her to a hard climax. He
shuddered and pushed the beast away.
Not yet.
She moved to the reception counter and rested her elbow on
the dark wood, looking perfectly calm and in control. The image
she presented was a woman used to taking charge. At least externally.
Her brow lifted as she picked up the paper, scanned it and
shot him a questioning look.
Yeah, he'd paid for her for the entire night. One hour wouldn't
do it. He'd need the whole night and more with her. Then, if
everything went as he hoped, they'd have an eternity together.
"Are you sure about this?" she
asked, waving the receipt at him as she left the desk.
"Yeah."
"It's a lot of money."
"I have a lot of money.
Let's get started."
Shrugging, she motioned
him toward the hallway. "It's
your dime. Follow me."
Blake sucked in a deep breath and tried to keep from drooling
as he followed her fine ass down the dimly lit corridor. The
corset thing she wore fit high over her curvy hips and narrowed
across her buttocks, showing more than a little of her shapely
ass.
His cock saluted its appreciation of her body. He didn't like
overly skinny women. She had a woman's body. A real woman's
body. Tits, ass, hips, legs that went on forever and thighs
made for a man to ride between. Yeah, she was built perfectly
in all the right places.
Places he'd like to lick, suck, bite and fuck. And he would.
All in good time.
First he had to figure out how much she knew. If she hadn't
realized anything yet, he'd just have to give her a little
nudge in the right direction, because the moon was full, the
beast within him was clawing to get out, and he wasn't going
to wait one more goddamned minute to have her.
