“Hey,” he said. “How are you?”

“I’m doing great,” she said. “I can’t wait to tell you all about it.”

“I can’t wait to hear.”


“I feel better than I have in ages. And let’s just say, I’d have made one kick-ass Domme.”

He laughed. “Now I have to know what you’ve been up to, especially since I know there’s not a sexually dominant bone in your body.”

“Ewwww. There was nothing sexual about it, and I’ll tell you when you make it home. I promise your patience will be rewarded,” she said in a low and seductive voice that shot straight to his groin. He cursed the traffic again. “Something wrong?” she asked.

“No. I’m stuck in traffic and growing impatient.” He signaled to change lanes. Why did it always seem like the other lane moved faster than yours until you got in it?

“Are you not going to make the party?”


“I’ll be there. I’ll just be late. I’d hoped to see you before we went, but I guess I’ll just meet you there.”

“Okay, as long as you’re there.” She paused for a second. “I have a new corset. I think you’ll like this one.”

He was now certain the closest thing to hell on earth was being stuck in traffic with a massive erection. He shifted in his seat the best he could. “Fuck, Dena. I like all your corsets.”

“This one’s special,” she nearly purred.

“I’m getting there as fast as I can.”

“You better.”

“Mistress K’s place this time, right?”


“See you soon.”

Even so, the party had been going on for at least an hour and a half when he pulled into Kelly’s driveway. He parked his truck on the street and walked up to her door.


Evan Martin opened the door at his knock. “Master Parks, the she-devil who owns this joint said you’d be here tonight. Good to see you again.”

“Thanks.” Jeff shook his outstretched hand. “Who’d you piss off to get assigned door duty?”

Evan leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms. “The she-devil.”

“What’d you do this time?”

“It was either the she-devil comment or the insinuation that she spanked like a girl. Master Greene heard me, said I was being a bad example and I should take over the door.”

Jeff shook his head. Kelly and Evan were always butting heads. They seemed to get off on insulting each other, and everyone tolerated it because it didn’t appear to be harmful. He was going to have talk to Daniel. Before he’d left for Colorado, Kelly and Evan’s arguments had intensified. It was beginning to look as though someone might need to intervene.

Jeff slapped the other man on the shoulder. “Well, good luck with guarding the door. I’m going to find Dena. Do you know where she is?” She’d asked him to text her when he was ten minutes away, but said to check with whoever was working the door to find out where she’d be.

“Oh, that’s right.” He snapped his fingers. “She said to tell you she’d be waiting in the she-devil’s office.”

“Which is where?”

“Down that hall, third door on the right.” He waggled his eyebrows. “She was wearing a raincoat, wouldn’t let anyone see what was underneath. If she’s still looking to play when you finish, I’ll find someone else to guard the door. Will you tell her?”

“I’ll relay the message,” he said in a gruff voice, though it was probably the last thing he’d ever do.

He left Evan at the door and walked toward the office with one thought on his mind. A few people spoke to him as he passed, but he couldn’t remember if he replied or not.

He knocked on the closed door three times in rapid succession. “It’s me.”

“Come in.”

The room was dimly lit, and it took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust after the bright light in the hallway. But when they did …

He grasped on to the chair in front of him. “Dena?” he croaked.

“You like?”

The corset was flesh colored and covered in lace, so you couldn’t tell what was fabric and what was Dena. The cups uplifted her breasts in offering, and the faintest hint of a nipple showed. At least, he thought it was a nipple. A matching garter belt, thong, and stockings completed the outfit.

Her hair had been curled into spirals that fell gently to her shoulders, and on her feet were four-inch heels that screamed “fuck me.”

He stood for a long moment and just devoured the sight of her. When he regained his composure, he answered, “Hell, yes, baby. I like. I fucking love it.”

It took four long strides to close the distance between them, and when he made it to her, he took her in his arms and crushed his lips against hers. He held nothing back, pouring out the emotions of the last weeks in his kiss. She moaned and pulled him closer, parting her lips and allowing him to take the kiss deeper.

It’d been too long since they’d kissed, but their bodies remembered and their flesh rejoiced at the reunion. He ran a hand down her side and cupped a breast, brushed his thumb over the nipple and smiled at her groan.

“I’m not taking you here,” he said through heavy breaths. “I’m going to make us both wait. Make it better. In the meantime.” His right hand traveled down to her thigh and slipped under her knee. He lifted her leg so her barely covered pussy was exposed to him, and he rocked his erection against her clit. “No coming without my permission.”

“You’re so unfair.” She pouted.

“Good girls get rewarded,” he said with another rock of his hips.

“I’ll be good. I’ll be so, so good.”

He kissed her again, softer this time, but he still held her leg, still pressed against her. “You always are,” he whispered.

She whimpered and pushed herself closer to him. He placed a soft kiss on her cheek and forced himself to take a step back. If he didn’t, he feared he’d shove everything off Kelly’s desk and take Dena on its gleaming wooden surface.

“Not yet,” he said, lowering her leg and running his hand up her body. “Not here.”

“Let’s leave,” she suggested, and he strongly considered it.

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