running my hand through her hair again though it was a
nervous gesture on my part and damn I was never nervous. I now had a slight
inkling of who was standing in my domain and I wasn't happy.
“Angela my sweet, our time is up. Thank you for sharing your
beautiful body and giving me your pleasure. Come in early next week and I'll
buy you a drink. I would like to try a new scene and I think it will push you
just a bit more.” Looking up into the intense eyes watching me I leaned forward
and took Angela’s mouth. This time I put a bit more sensual movement into my
lips. As if on cue she responded with instant passion. I knew better and I
didn’t mean to tease her but Mr. Dominance shook me up.
I pulled away from the kiss and gathered the towel around her
shoulders. “Get dressed and have Raul escort you out. I’ll see you next week.
I walked her past Mr. Umm He Smells Delicious and looking out the
door, my eyes found Raul who was cleaning my area for the next scene. I gave
him my “you will be punished” look for not warning me about my visitor but then
I nodded my head toward Angela so he would follow. Raul and I were a team and
he knew Angela required watching after a scene. I shut the door when the two
walked away.
My eyes traveled slowly up the large yummy male body standing in
front of me. He was wearing black loafers, black pants, and a long sleeved
white dress shirt unbuttoned halfway down his remarkable chest. Clearly defined
muscles bulged beneath his shirt which made the entire package sexier. They
weren’t the over the top muscles of a competing body builder but with a little
oil he would make a statement. His skin was darker than a sun tan would provide
and I guessed he had Native American, Hispanic, or another darker skinned race
somewhere in his bloodline. He was gorgeous. I’d heard the rumors through the
BDSM grapevine but seeing him in person was different. For the first time in
years my pussy creamed at the sight of a man.
I was male exclusive when I fucked but it took a lot of work to
take me over the edge. I had a feeling this man could do it without touching
me. He was trouble and it didn’t help that he knew how insanely sexy he was.
I’m sure he just blinked those luscious dark eyes and most women drooled as an
orgasm rocked their world. I hoped the saliva in my mouth stayed where it was
and I could get through this without making a complete fool of myself.
When my eyes finally stopped on his heated gaze, he quirked his
mouth slightly and I noticed the dimples that only made him more arresting. I
bet he hated those dimples. I managed to control my breathing. I wasn’t the
best dominatrix in the state for nothing. My cool gaze met his; one master to
another.
“Mr. Collins, you’ve taken me by surprise. I thought I was clear
in my refusal of your offer.”
“I was told you only fucked men.” His chocolate eyes pierced mine
as he held back a grin but purposely let his dimples flash in a well-practiced
expression that had to drive women mad with lust.
My shoulders stiffened. “I don't discuss my sexual preferences with
strangers.”
This time he smiled full out and my knees melted. Years of hiding
my own inadequacies kept me standing in the face of Michelangelo’s David. I was
really in trouble.
“I don't particularly care about your sexual preferences but I
paid a lot of money to find out what makes you tick and I wasn’t expecting
surprises. I can't say I'm thrilled to fly halfway across the country to handle
what should have been a cut and dry deal you couldn’t refuse. I’m not fond of
the word ‘no’ so here I am at this less than stellar establishment. Seeing it
in person is far worse than the pictures my team provided. I’m at a complete
loss about your reasons for refusing to work for me.”
This was his Dom voice and it was enough to snap me out of my love
sick fantasies of taking his hard cock in my mouth and making him moan. Anger
helped me gain control of my