Passion's Hope (The Doms of Passion Lake Book 3) by Julie Shelton Read Free Book Online Page B

stood, staring at each other. He did know his heart stopped beating several times and his lungs stopped working. Several times. Her skin couldn’t possibly be as smooth as it looked—like whipped cream, making him long to reach out and touch it to see for himself, first with his fingertips, then with his lips. She was a big girl, at least six feet tall, with voluptuous breasts and curvy hips and ass. A wave of lust swept over him, slamming him against hidden rocks and ripping the breath from his lungs. Christ! What is the matter with me?
    He’d never felt anything like this before. This…this…instant connection that felt like an instant hit from some powerful narcotic. While Jay tried to catch his breath, the entire rest of the room seemed to recede, leaving the two of them alone, at opposite ends of a bright tunnel of light that seemed to pulsate with an electrical current that zapped him right in the heart.
    She appeared to be alone, most unusual in a BDSM club, even dangerous in some of the less savory ones, where unattached, submissive women were considered fair game by predatory Doms trolling for a partner for the night. She wasn’t wearing a collar, so, was she a submissive? Or was she a Domme? He frowned. Difficult to tell from her clothes. She was wearing a red PVC skirt that skimmed her ass and ended at the tops of her thighs. Her black, sleeveless, ribbed-knit top barely contained her generous breasts. Her hard nipples practically poked holes through the fabric, and were so large they made Jay’s mouth water at the thought of pulling them into his mouth and suckling them.
    Holy fuck!
    But it was her height that was the most striking thing about her. At least six feet tall. And it wasn’t illusory height either, the kind created by stilettos with those clunky three-inch platform soles and six-inch, needle-like heels. Her shoes were black ballet flats. She was also generously curvy, with voluptuous breasts, a rounded ass, and long, shapely legs that seemed to reach to her shoulders. Her thick black hair hung halfway down her back in a straight, glossy curtain from a central part behind straight, even bangs. Her large, expressive, cognac-colored eyes were heavily outlined with kohl and accentuated with smoky gray eye shadow, making her appear mystical, almost otherworldly. Shiny, bright red lips matched her skirt. And when her tongue came out to lick them, Jay’s heart somersaulted in his breast. Jesus! The sudden vision of those lips closing around his cock in a hard suckle felt so real, his cock jerked and thickened.
    “Nik.” He didn’t say anything beyond that. He didn’t need to. Nik had seen the expression on Jay’s face and had stopped toweling the sweat off his massive chest and arms to turn and follow the direction of his gaze. Jay felt Nik’s body stiffen beside him.
    “Holy shit.”
    Nik had seen beautiful women before. Lots of them. But this one…this one was different. She was a goddess, drop-dead gorgeous, sexy as hell, and built for sin. Heart-pumping, cock-pounding, soul-destroying sin. Sin that couldn’t start soon enough as far as he was concerned. The sudden vision of him slamming her up against the wall and fucking her hard and fast until both of them could no longer remember their names evaporated all the moisture in his mouth, cleaving his tongue to his hard palate.
    “Tell me about it,” Jay said, moving to stand beside his partner.
    The thought that this woman had stood there and watched the scene they’d just completed hardened both their cocks so fast, their vision blurred.
    “Who do you suppose she is?” Nik was the first to find his voice, although it sounded like it had been pulsed in a blender before coming out.
    “Well, whoever she is,” Jay murmured, “she seems to be here by herself. I wasn’t aware that Jesse and Adam had invited any unattached subs. They would have told us to keep an extra watchful eye out for them, make sure they were safe.”
    “Well,”