Strictly Business: Hooded Pleasures, Book 1 by Sheryl Nantus Read Free Book Online

searching for a cheap thrill or a fast way to get my rocks off. I’m interested in the real thing and want to know what I need to do to get there.”
    Kate moved behind him, out of sight. “Put your hands on the table, palms down.”
    He did so in silence, his pulse pounding in his ears.
    Let me make you happy.
    Let me serve you.

Chapter Three
    Kate studied the back of his head, the slender hairs creeping down his neck.
    She reached out and brushed her fingertips along the soft skin.
    He didn’t flinch from the unexpected touch. He didn’t twist around to see her, didn’t pull away.
    Alex sighed.
    The sound caressed her ears, called to her.
    He needed someone to serve, someone to make him complete.
    Let’s give him a taste of what you can give him.
    What he wants and needs.
    What he’s willing to give you.
    A delicious anticipation started in her belly, sending goose bumps over her skin. “Stand up.”
    Alex paused only a second before pushing the chair back and getting to his feet. He let his breath out slowly, a trace of a whimper escaping his lips.
    “What’s your safe-word?” she asked, still behind him.
    Kate knew what it was. He’d chosen it, written it on his application. The word or words that would stop her in her tracks no matter what she was doing or what he was feeling.
    But Alex had to know he held the power. The final say on it all.
    “Kill switch,” he whispered as if saying a prayer.
    “Good. Now strip down.”
    Alex immediately shrugged off his suit jacket and let it drop on the chair behind him. The white visitor’s pass waggled back and forth.
    He yanked his white dress shirt off, fumbling with the first few buttons before pulling it over his head and dropping it on the chair. The jeans were next, pulled down to rest around his ankles and trapped by his sneakers.
    The briefs stayed, a noticeable bulge catching her attention.
    He liked this.
    He liked this.
    Kate smiled as she studied him. He was definitely no doughboy.
    She walked around the chair and into his line of sight. She pointed at his underwear and crooked a finger.
    Off.
    Without hesitating, he slid them down to rest atop his jeans in a jumbled heap. His hands went behind his head without being asked.
    He waited, his gaze on the tabletop.
    She dragged her eyes over him, starting at those delicious deep blue eyes and heading south. Kate crossed her arms and hummed as she continued her inspection.
    He trembled, the muscles in his arms twitching uncontrollably.
    You’re feeling awkward.
    You’re out of your comfort zone. You’re used to calling the shots, having people jump to obey your every wish.
    But you’re here now and ready to submit.
    To me.
    To do this for me.
    On command.
    She couldn’t help smiling.
    Good.
    He must be insane. Crazy, one-brick-short-of-a-wall nuts, batshit off his rocker.
    Whatever you called it, he’d done as she asked, as she’d commanded, and was now standing in someone’s boardroom with his clothing around his feet. If he didn’t know where he was, he’d have sworn he was about to be pranked by some reality show.
    All those books he read, all the fiction and nonfiction written by those who lived the lifestyle, hadn’t prepared him for this.
    To be called out on his first real contact with a Domme, called to put his money where his mouth was.
    But the embarrassment of standing there naked as the day he was born was quickly overridden by a need, a desire to do as she asked.
    To be hers.
    Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Kate walk slowly around the table, still holding his file.
    Alex didn’t move. He stayed in place and tried to think of something, anything that would dampen his obvious desire.
    He glanced down at the empty water glass. His mouth was so dry—
    “Your hard limits?” She flipped open the folder, seemingly oblivious to his physical state. “Let’s go through this list one by one. Answer yes or no.”
    He swallowed as she ran through the list, mentally pulling up the