Nikki just wants to get out unscathed from the sex club she goes to track down an employee. Just her luck to find hot co-worker Mack Chastain lying in wait for her.  

Giving into six months temptation, she agrees to a weekend fling, determined to taste the forbidden just once. What can it hurt after all?

Mack Chastain can’t believe his good fortune when his old friend calls to warn him Nikki was going to the club. Mack’s had enough of being kept at arms length and has big plans for Nikki. Starting with complete submission of her body and soul.

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He almost smiled at the look he recognized in her eyes. He’d seen it often enough. She'd decided to endure, to just get through whatever was coming. As far as he was concerned that was not in the spirit of the bargain.

Approaching her quietly, he turned her around and pulled the elastic out of her hair. The auburn tresses fell halfway down her back and he lifted a handful and breathed the vanilla scent deep. After a moment, he tied the blindfold around her eyes.

She gasped.

"Okay? Not too tight? No light getting through?"

She shook her head no, and he lightly swatted her on the butt. She jumped, but didn’t say a word.

"Always answer me verbally if you’re able," he whispered close to ear, leaning in behind her. "Next time you'll have to be punished."

She stared to nod again and quickly said, "Ok. Yes. I understand."

"Sir."

"Excuse me?" she asked incredulously and he smiled.

"Sir. Or Master," he said as an after thought, pulling the t-shirt over her head and admiring the smooth skin of her back.

She held her breath when he lightly ran his fingers up her spine and hovered over the snap of her bra strap. Red lace. He would never have believed the always practical Nikki wore red lace undergarments if he hadn’t seen it for himself. He popped the catch and slid his hands around her, under the material. She responded beautifully, goose bumps rising under their touch. He barely bit back his groan of delight when her nipples hardened beneath his hands. When he plucked them, she shivered and thrust them forward.

"Don’t move," he said softly, waiting for her response.

"Okay," she said in a breathy voice, belatedly adding. "Sir."

"Poor Nikki. The rules so hard to follow, hmm?" he asked lightly. "Shall I bend you over my knee? Spank that luscious ass of yours? I think I will anyway for tempting me so long."

A charming flush spread up her neck. "No sir," she whispered. It sounded like a half-hearted protest to his ears.

"Hmm," he answered, hands gliding down to the button on her jeans. He opened it and slowly dragged down the zipper. The jeans were a relaxed fit and easily slid down her legs. Again he was surprised to find a red lace thong. She was full of surprises, his Nikki. He grinned. He definitely needed some excitement in his life. He left the thong on.

He sat on the bed and took her hands in his, placing a kiss on each palm. Trying to inject a note of sadness in his voice, he tugged her over. "Punishment first, don’t you think?" he asked, laying her over his lap. He lightly ran a hand up the back of a thigh, noticing the tremor that went through her and imaging his mark on her with satisfaction.