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  There was nothing sexier in his book than a newbie sub nipping a Dom’s lip. Staring into her strange eyes almost drove him nuts. He closed his eyes to her, bit her tongue when she inserted it into his mouth, and drove her head into the pillow by the intensity of his kiss.

  Terri whimpered, kissing him back while fighting her need to bite. Her body seemed to try and cram everything she’d missed in the last several years of kissing. He bit her lip, driving her into biting him back. He immediately broke the kiss.

  No one bit but the Dom back without permission.

  Commanding her to stop didn’t work either. Before he could rise above her, she grazed his jawbone. The innocent challenge he saw in her eyes made him pause as she breathed, “You like teeth too, don’t you Master?”

  He didn’t deny it. In fact, a woman using her teeth drove him over the edge. He pulled back but wasn’t fast enough. She bit his chest hard enough to leave a mark. Being marked was the other thing that drove him over the edge.

  With a hiss, he fucked her harder until he jerked inside her. He couldn’t help but think that she needed a ton of work. He’d already made his mind up to keep her when he’d first marked her. He pulled out now and said, “Release yourself and go shower. I’ll speak with you then.”

  She watched him turn and leave as she reached across herself to remove the other cuff. After releasing her ankles from the spreader, she moved toward the door. Sore in places she’d forgotten were there, she quickly showered. He was sitting on the end of the bed when she returned.

  She immediately knelt before him with her hands behind her back and her gaze lowered. He told her, “It would be shameful for you to miss pleasuring because you’re willful. You marked me today. Don’t do it again or sex goes away and punishment enters. You don’t bite me unless I tell you to do so…is that understood?”

  She muttered, “Yes, Master.”

  “This time, I tied you up. There will be many times where you will be free. I expect a fight. I also expect that you will service me in every way. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Do you have any questions?”

  “Master, will you handle the situation with my mother?”

  “I will. You will forward her texts to me starting right away. You will come to me, sleep with me, and take no other man. I will help you begin feeling pleasure and pain. Are you willing to stay over when I ask that of you?”

  She muttered, “Yes, Master.”

  “You will stay with me tonight. I need to get to know you since you don’t know yourself.”

  Pausing a beat, she finally said, “Yes, Master.”

  Terri had never slept with a man. He tugged her chin up and said, “Look at me, Tigress. You appear insecure about something.”

  Her eyes rose to his as he breathed, “Undress and get on the bed.”

  She did as instructed but, when she lowered her eyes to the bed, he said, “Look at me.”

  Even though he was more compelled to kiss her than his previous prospects, he resisted the urge but liked looking into her eyes. Terri yearned for connection but was scared around him. She preferred strangers.

  He pulled her to him, trapping her against his body as he turned the TV on and asked what she liked to watch. For the next hour, his hands never stopped roaming as he spoke. He told her various things about himself, relating commonalities within them. He made sure that she knew what he was doing, shedding their stranger relationship for a deeper connection.

  Even though he detected awkwardness creeping in at times, he smoothly steered them away from it. Focused completely on her, he waited until she answered a question before dipping his head down to kiss her. Attentive to a fault, he created a world of their own within the bedroom. When he knew everything that he needed to know, he rewarded her with a kiss.

  She went still beneath him as if their previous sexual act was forgotten. To Terri, their newfound closeness placed this kiss in a different category. She still didn’t know what or how he would cope with her issues but they’d sealed the deal. She now tried in vain to keep herself from getting hurt while swallowing her rising crush.

  Afraid he’d end the moment too soon, she didn’t bite him. He sucked at her tongue, inviting her to engage in a sensual dance before breaking it. Rearranging them with her back to his front, he demanded they watch TV.

  She tried to keep her attention on the program but his roaming hands had her writhing against him. He never let her slide over the edge and seemed to record every detail of her reaction to his touch. She finally threatened to bite him.

  He pinned her to the mattress, launching them into a rough wrestling match. Exceptionally limber, she proved her skills when she freed herself of his grasp. His eyes went wild as he lunged for her. She skated gracefully past but he grabbed her wrist. Before she knew it, her back was to the wall as he ripped her bra and panties off.

  She had to clench her teeth to keep from biting him. She’d had no idea that there was a yearning until he’d mentioned it. Biting was a similarity that she knew would probably get her into trouble. His teeth found her throat, ravishing her neck with stubble and sharp bites.

  Just as swiftly as he’d attacked, he pulled back from her. They watched TV for a while before he shook his head and told her, “You need to listen to me, Tigress. Let me help you.”

  ***

  The next morning, she awoke to look around at the wrecked lamp and drawers pulled from the dresser. She took the opportunity to study the tall man lying beside her. With lean good looks, she’d guess were Italian, he was muscular and rugged. For the first time in her life, Terri wanted to curl up with a man and actually looked forward to stopping her mother in her tracks.

  She began to move across the bed but his hand caught her ankle, “Where are you going?”

  “I have to use the restroom, Master.”

  He nodded once and released her. When she returned, he had the news on the TV. Beckoning her to him, he asked, “Are you hungry?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Grab that robe and we’ll go find something to eat.”

  They donned the robes, reminding Terri as they slipped out the door that they weren’t at his home. She followed him down the hall but paused when she heard voices. He pulled her along, “We’re family here. No one judges you.”

  As they approached the kitchen, her eyes widened as she recognized a voice…Sandra.

  Terri would have backed down if her Dom wasn’t right behind her. He pushed her forward while saying, “I believe you two already know each other.”

  Sandra nodded with a smile, “How are you, Terri?”

  Staring at her business partner, Terri breathed, “You knew?”

  Sandra nodded once again, “I sent them for you, Terri. We have an offer to propose to you?”

  “We!?!”

  Confused, Terri’s jaw dropped when Sandra told her, “I’ve worked at The Jeweled Serpent for the last eight months. They’ve offered to buy us out. You’ll run the adult products while learning…” Her eyes shot to the Dom whom Terri had just shared the night with, “…the ropes.”

  Terri’s eyes widened, “Why didn’t you just tell me that you knew of my lifestyle?”

  Sandra shook her head, “I was afraid you’d run. You hate your life, Terri, so it wouldn’t be a hard decision for you to make.”

  Nodding, Terri said, “Yeah. You’re right.”

  Sandra pointed to a folder on the table, “There are conditions. You would become a limited partner but would still have a working title.”

  Terri sank into the chair that Sandra scooted out for her. The Dom spoke up, “We would continue to work on your charm and confidence. You would do the same thing that you have been doing—order products, resolve conflicts, etc.—while being groomed to partially take over Sandra’s roll.”

  “I will be taking over management in a different department.”

  As Terri looked over the proposal, she had to admit that it would work. Wit
h the Dom she only knew as Master sitting beside her, she nodded. She couldn’t keep living from underneath her mother’s thumb. Upon discovery, her mother would disown her anyway.

  Sandra took her hand in hers, “Don’t worry, Terri. Everything will be okay.” She glanced at the Dom and said with a smile, “Your Master actually plays a doctor in another life. He’ll take good care of you.”

  Nodding, she glanced at him, “May I ask you a question, Master?”

  He nodded so Terri asked, “What should I call you in public?”

  “My name is Jacob. You may call me Jake in public but I will always be Master in private. This includes while in the presence of your mother, Tigress. We have a ways to go before we reach that point though.”

  Terri nodded, glancing back at the proposal. The words totally surrender of self to Master leapt off the page at her. Knowing that one side of her world—business or family—would have to give; she picked up the pen to sign the document.

  Networking

  Jeweled Serpent

  Book 2

  Nicole Silk

  Marta slipped around the concrete pillar and peaked out at the homeless man sitting at the curb. She normally wouldn’t be caught dead lurking about under a bridge but, having a sex addiction, anything became possible. Not just any sex either. Kinky. Raunchy. Anything goes kind of sex addiction.

  If the mood struck, get the fuck out of her way or get fucked. Simple.

  When the man looked directly at her, crooking a beckoning finger, her eyes widened as one of her spike-heeled boots appeared in front of her. Known for wreaking havoc on hardwood floors, her feet stomped pavement as she stalked over to the vagrant, “You knew I was watching you the entire time?!?”

  “Please accept a beautiful gift to soothe a troubled soul, ma’am.”

  Marta didn’t expect the smooth French accent and slender, obviously expensive handcrafted jewel which he handed over. Black encrusted jewels flanked a wide row of tiny diamonds and raced down the jeweled serpents back all the way to its tail. It spoke of crafted quality and wealth. She rolled it in her hand, admiring the weight and feel of an item she would no doubt have coveted if it hadn’t been freely given.

  “What do you want for this?”

  His hand immediately thrust out with a card, “Go see Becca for further details. She will have more gifts.”

  At this, Marta’s eyebrows rose. She couldn’t deny more gifts. Wealth had done numerous things to her and she’d embraced them all. She saw greed as a benefit to her and a misfortune to others; nothing more or less. She’d shattered the corporate ladder and used the splinters as toothpicks. The fact that she was the only woman with the balls to do it wasn’t her problem.

  Her motto was to let the victor have her spoils.

  Slipping the encrusted jewel into her pocket, she nodded to the filthy man and spun around. Calling over her shoulder on the way out of the area, her heels once again marked her departure, “If you want to fuck, you better get your ass off that pavement.”

  The man, sitting against the pillar of the bridge, stayed put. Marta carelessly shrugged, “Suit yourself but I remember you. Cleanest vagrant I’ve ever seen.”

  She fingered the jewel while stopping at her car. Glaring at Kim, her assistant, she handed her the card and barked, “Make it fast.”

  Sliding across the leather back seat of her luxury vehicle, she pulled the jeweled item from her pocket. Feeling a row of encrusted gems, she turned it over to find tiny crushed diamonds lining an engraved phone number. Her eyes narrowed as her gaze swung to the window.

  Her gaze locked onto the French vagrant who gave her a mock salute as Kim opened the door, “What was that all about?”

  “Just drive to that address.”

  Careful not to display her rampant curiosity, Kim climbed behind the wheel. For the last six months, she’d grown closer to her tyrant of a boss. Inch by inch, she had gained a tenuous trust. She pulled out of the lot, stifling a sigh as the GPS directed her toward the address.

  They approached an area that had, at one time, been a thriving part of town. Now, the population was scarce which caused the region to appear as a ghost town. Kim pulled into a mall that was one shop away from total abandonment. When the car stopped at the curb, Marta waited for her to open her door before stretching a long leg and slowly exiting the vehicle as if she ruled the planet.

  She pivoted on the sidewalk, looking around her before spotting a well-dressed woman moving toward her. The woman thrust a hand out, “Marta Swann, I am Becca Hill. Please come with me. I’m sure you have many questions.”

  Approving of the direct business attitude, Marta fell into step beside Becca. Taken to the elite shoe shop, Becca motioned for her to sit before kneeling before her. Sliding her expensive boots from her feet, she admired the spiked heels and asked Marta, “How often are they used on a man?”

  Marta shrugged, “At least once a month.”

  Becca nodded, “You enjoy the power that comes from your position. Would you easily relinquish it?”

  Marta barked a laugh, “Why would I want to do that?”

  Becca smiled, “It’s obvious what pleases you, Ms. Swann. I’m here to dig deeper so we can blow your mind. I have a corporation within the adult industry that’s looking for a backer. Are you interested?”

  Marta’s attention peeked, “I’m listening.”

  Becca’s head dipped in a respectful nod, “You dominate men. Have you dominated a woman? Or have you ever been dominated by either?”

  “What type of corporation exactly?”

  “They cater to those who like to explore fantasies outside their normal boundaries. They are all experts at what they do.”

  Marta nodded and slowly said, “I have dominated men and women alike. I have endured male domination but it takes a powerful Dom to please me. I have yet to find a woman that beats me hard enough. Most of them waste my time. I want an angry bitch to unleash herself so that I may feed off her self-loathing.”

  By the time Marta was finished, she was an intimidating sight to behold. Becca’s expression remained neutral but her chin dipped down in a single nod once again. A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, “Please give me a moment. I have just the right thing.”

  Marta watched her rise and head toward the back. Within a moment, a beautiful woman appeared with a silver tray to offer Marta’s favorite drink—a Bloody Mary.

  Impressed but unwilling to let it show, Marta sipped her drink and waited. Within minutes, Becca returned with a pair of splendid boots. Soft expensive leather from thigh to foot ended in engraved patterns that took her breath away. A spiral of silver wrapped around the spiked heels.

  Gracing one of those heels was the matching piece to her mysterious jeweled serpent. She pulled the twin from her pocket and handed it to Becca. The woman draped the other spiked heel with the item, resting its magnetic head against the top of the metal spiral rising from the spike.

  Marta breathed, “That’s some sexy shit!”

  Becca’s gaze darted toward her as her smile widened. There was no monetary exchange. Instead, Becca passed her another business card and wished her well on her journey. Marta pushed out of the abandoned mall with renewed respect. Eyeing her waiting assistant, she handed her the card and snapped, “Clear my schedule on the way.”

  Her assistant, Kim, nodded and opened the back of the vehicle. She had been working two years for Marta Swann. She was quickly amassing a diary that she planned to transform into her nest egg. Of course, Ms. Swann had no knowledge of this. Kim kept her mouth shut and did what she was told but soon she planned to quit.

  Marta settled into the back of her car. Within her narrow perception, anyone choosing to work for her had to be crazy to bitch and complain. She paid them too well. Considerations of mutiny were ridiculous! Someone quitting was unheard of.

  Her gaze ticked off the landscape as if recording every landmark to compare the time it took from point A to B. In reality, her mind was on what
would happen after she arrived. In the background, her micromanaging skills drew up a horrid punishment if Kim didn’t get them to their location in under an hour flat.

  Since they were now merging onto 275 from 71, heading toward Lexington, Kentucky, Kim was required to travel over eighty-three miles an hour. Marta expected the lack of a speeding ticket. When her expectations weren’t met, Marta could brew a frigid cold front like no other woman in the history of wrath.

  Kim had felt that wrath. Her big toe pressed the pedal down while she used every bit of technology that money could buy to forewarn of trouble. Tuned to every blip and shimmy of the expensive vehicle, Kim knew she’d get there in exactly 48 minutes and thirty-two seconds but doubted her boss would be impressed.

  Marta had other thoughts to occupy her. The questioning she’d received at the shoe shop had sent her radars flying. She’d heard of elite clubs but, since she was CEO of one of the biggest global corporations, she protected her privacy. Glancing at the card in her hand, she grinned and said to the empty backseat, “Apparently, I’m not the only one. I’ve never heard of The Jeweled Serpent.”

  She glanced down at the card, admiring the picture of the jeweled serpent. When the car slowed, Marta frowned and looked out the window. A traffic jam. She pushed a button to her left, “What’s going on?”

  “I don’t know, Ma’am. There appears to be a traffic jam. I see police up ahead trying to clear traffic.”

  As she spoke, Kim had her blinker on to merge to the right and follow the new path her GPS had supplied. She added, “I’m working on it, Ms. Swann.”

  Marta didn’t bother to respond, letting the silence nag at her assistant. Within a moment, the vehicle inched its way to the right. Whatever Kim was doing brought her success because the motion continued in that direction until they were moving steadily forward once again.

  Marta settled back in her seat and nodded. She’d have to reward Kim for her quick thinking. As she glanced out the window to track their movement, her thoughts went back to the target location of their journey.