Page 5 of Disgrace

I slip silently onto the high bar stool, but he knows I am there. His head tilts almost imperceptibly before he turns to face me. His deliberate slow movements increase my anxiety, a foreign feeling and one that sits uncomfortably, competing for attention with my racing heart. His predatory look takes in every inch of my body, I can almost feel it leaving a scorched path across my skin. My full-length one-piece cat suit barely leaves any skin on display but his gaze leaves me feeling naked, exposed and vulnerable. I pull my shoulders back and straighten my back because I am none of those things…I am London’s best Dominatrix.

“Samantha.” The timbre of his voice is deep and gravelly and my name sounds like sin on his lips. I know those lips.

“Jason.” I manage to say his name without inflection despite my heart rate spiking and that familiar ache that begins to build.

“You know I prefer Sir.” He fixes me with a stare that would make any submissive quake, and therein lies the problem.

“Ah, we both know that is not going to happen.” I accept the drink Jason has managed to magically order without me noticing. “And I am Mistress Selina here as you well know, Jason.” I bite my lip to stop from smirking with satisfaction at the sudden narrow stare flashed my way.

“Since I am your boss, what if I insist on Sir?” He sips his drink, and his lips tip with pleasure.

“Jason,” I take pleasure in the way his name rolls deliciously around my mouth. I emphasise each syllable with a sensual tone that makes his jaw clench. “You’re notmyboss. You just happen to own the place where I choose to work.”

“Keep telling yourself that,Selina.”His low grumble makes the hairs on my neck stand as though little shots of electricity have been fired through them. “And I’m not your boss…yet.” My body gives an involuntary shudder and I internally berate myself. His expression is utter wickedness and evidence enough that he noticed the shiver he’d clearly caused.

He lets out a breath and I find I’m holding mine. “It’s been a long time since it’s just been the two of us. If I didn’t know better I might think you were scared to be alone with me. Are you scared to be alone with me,Selina?”His sensual tone curls around my stage name like pure sin. His soft volume drops a level and I find my body leaning in. No. I’m being drawn to him. I have to fight to release my breath in anything remotely level. I grip my glass and choose to down the liquid to give me a moment of respite from his scorching intensity.

“Hardly, Jason.” My voice is surprisingly calm even as I can feel my cheeks begin to heat with the lie. “We’ve seen each other plenty of times.” I let out a light laugh, and his mouth may quirk with pleasure but I get the feeling it has very little to do with my comment.

“True but we have not been alone since…” He pauses and stares deeper into my eyes. I can see the exact memory dance in his lust filled eyes. No doubt a mirror of my own. “…the wedding.” I interrupt but barely suppress the sexual tension sizzling like a live current between us. I am grateful for the dimly lit room when I feel my face burn with the memory. He lets out a deep and dirty laugh.

“The wedding,” he repeats slowly.

Eighteen Months Ago

I had found myself squeezed against Jason in the tiny chapel at the hospital for Daniel and Bethany’s surprise wedding. Surprise for Bethany that is. It was standing room only as the few seats available were taken up by family, but I didn’t mind. I was happy to be a part of their day, but as the temperature in the room rose, so did my own body heat. Every furtive glance from Jason, every intentional brush of his hand against my thigh or hand elevated my pulse. I knew exactly what he was doing. There wasn’t much space, but he really didn’t need to be that close. I thought I tipped the balance of where this was going when I stepped to angle myself against his body and reached up high on my toes to whisper in his ear. The words were irrelevant, but I took a deliberate moment to breathe his clean woodsy scent deep into my lungs and exhale just as slowly. His eyes dipped to meet my gaze, nothing hidden in the stare we shared, dark with desire and pent with lust.

When I stepped back, the draw was still there. Like a tangible field of sexual tension radiating around our bodies. The ceremony finished, and the guests were being ushered along the corridor into a makeshift reception room, and that’s when, as the last to leave, Jason dragged me into a room I hadn’t even noticed. That would be because it wasn’t a room as such, it was a large storage cupboard…with a lockable door. I didn’t get a moment to protest, not that I would have, but instantly, his mouth was on mine, his hands frantic at the tiny buttons on my blouse. My palms first flat on the firm curve of his chest muscles, swept down to his belt, and with deft fingers, I quickly had his trousers dropped to his thick, taut thighs. Frustrated with his slow progress, he growled and tugged at the bottom of the material, lifting the blouse over my head. He froze for a moment at the sight of my frantic attempts to draw in more air. I don’t ever remember feeling so out of control, so wild and needy. My breasts rose and shook with the effort, smooth mounds barely contained by the delicate ivory lace balcony bra. My nipples were taut peaks, aching for his touch, and my skin glowed with the sheen of perspiration.

“Are you a screamer?” Jason’s deep tone was hoarse and breathy.

“I’m not usually the one who screams…no.” I exhaled and Jason’s lips tip into a wicked understanding.

“So I don’t need to gag you?” He raised a brow and my eyes dropped to the slow draw of his tongue across his soft, full lips.

“I’d like to see you try.” I slapped his chest forcefully.

“That makes two of us.” He growled and pushed roughly against me. Hard enough that he was flush against me grinding his solid length against my soft centre.

“In your dreams, Jason,” I scoffed with arrogance and understanding. He knew what I was and he knew this would be different, but it was still on my terms. At least I thought it was. I pushed back and ground against him. We both drew in ragged breaths. “No gag.” I confirmed and moaned as Jason grabbed my breasts, cupped and squeezed them with his large hands, his fingers finding the hardened peaks and pinching to the point of and just beyond pain.

“Ah!” I gasped.

“No gag…are you quite sure?” His wolfish grin and arrogant tone set the challenge.

“You wish!” I bit back with confidence. I promised myself I was not going to make a sound. Dominant Jason Sinclair…King of the club had met his match.

“That I do.” He pinched my nipples to punctuate his declaration and I blinked rapidly in lieu of the cry at the back of my throat. My lips spread into a salacious smile once the pain ebbed and I pulled him by the tie and crushed my lips to his. The moan that escaped his chest was almost as loud as the cry I suppressed.

Now

“Yes…the wedding. What is it about weddings?” he muses.

“I’m not sure it had anything to do with it being a wedding.” I laugh lightly.

“No…You might be right. It had much more to do with you looking hot as hell, a convenient storage cupboard and a lockable door.” He tips his glass and nods for a refill. I do the same, suddenly feeling like I need the liquid courage to play with the inferno sitting next to me. “After though…You didn’t return my call.” His gaze darkens.

“That would be because there would have been no point.” I quickly down the sweet coffee liqueur and mouth a large ice cube. I take my time playing with it in my mouth, relishing the effect I am now having on the implacable Mr Sinclair. He swallows thickly, his eyes never leaving my mouth. I know I am playing with fire, but it feels so good.

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