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“Those of you who are selected and agree to a scene will be evaluated throughout the course of the night. Note that we’re not evaluating your looks. We’re interested in your level of natural submission and whether you’re a fit for our training academy.”
“What is the delay, Master Scrooge? The participants should’ve been in the pit five minutes ago.”
Lilith was startled by the deep voice behind her, reminiscent of a good background, yet dark, measured, authoritative, and with flawless pronunciation. A chill chased down her spine as the echo of his voice wrapped her in a cocoon of powerful domination.
Bombarded by the weirdest sensations, her senses reeled. The desire to look back over her shoulder grew exponentially. Instinct kept her gaze glued to Master Scrooge, but she couldn’t shake the shivers wracking her body. If the phantom was a real phenomenon, this was what his presence would feel like. Searing heat infiltrated her from every direction, causing a flash of gooseflesh to race over her skin. A warm breath tickled her ear, triggering the vellus hair at her nape to stand on edge as desire burned a hot spot in her belly. That he stood so close unsettled Lilith even further. The way Delia’s mouth gaped as she looked back was proof that she wasn’t the only one affected by the power of the man standing way too close for comfort.
Lilith treasured her personal space but suppressed the desire to take a step forward. Perhaps this, too, was part of her evaluation.
“We’re ready to start the parade, Master Crow,” Master Scrooge’s response had a tinge of mirth, which made Lilith wonder if this was part of the build up to the parade.
The briefest touch brushed over Lilith’s back as Master Crow moved past her. Butterflies formed in her stomach at the tingling sensation on her skin, their wings fluttering inside the most intimate parts of her body. This man must be potent in full seduction mode if this was how a graze of his fingers affected her. Her legs shifted as her pussy throbbed in response to the teasing touch—all without her laying eyes on her tormentor.
She sucked in her breath as he stopped next to Master Scrooge and faced them. Tall with solid muscle, he had an edge that was rugged, raw, and rough.
Holy cow! I thought men like him only existed in fashion magazines. Oh, my… he’s the perfect age too.A gorgeous salt-and-pepper half-silver fox for a horny mid-thirty-year-old woman.
Good Lord, where did that come from? I’m not here to find a man.
Pfft, that doesn’t mean you can’t have some fun. Besides, maybe a good hard fuck is just what you need to mend your still fragile heart and unfreeze your libido.
I think this conversation is over.
Pfft.
Lilith ignored the voice of her psyche. Sometimes the little devil was too forward and demanding.
She found it difficult to discount how shaken she was to have had such an immediate reaction to a stranger. A gorgeous, sexy one, but still, she wasn’t the kind of woman to be easily impressed. Glancing sideways, she checked to see if the quick, choppy breaths singing through her ears came from Delia, only to realizeshewas the one having difficulty breathing properly.
“He throws quite the punch the first time you see him, doesn’t he?” Delia laughed at Lilith’s expression.
“He sure does,” Lilith said with a grimace, forcing a deep breath into her lungs in an attempt to calm her mind before she ran astray in a maze of complete insanity and lost all sense of reality. She wasn’t here to find love. Besides, she was still relatively a newbie, so a Dominant like Master Crow was way out of her league.
The stubble covering his square jaw was so inviting, she clenched her fingers to curb the desire to return his earlier caress with one of her own. The flick of her tongue over her suddenly dry lips turned them into a glistening invitation in the overhead lights. She was captivated by the sexy dimple in the center of his chin that even the stubble couldn’t hide.
With the flair of royalty, he was suave and debonair, with a straight Roman-shaped nose over full, inviting lips that snagged and held her gaze. His dark hair, which had a splatter of silver on the side, seemed as unruly as it was neat—a perfect enhancement to his tanned skin. Chiseled in shape by a master craftsman, his face was extraordinary. Lilith licked her lips as her eyes drifted over his body. Molded in the form of masculine perfection, she felt the energy radiating from his ripped frame.
“Holy fuck, Lillian, that man makes every dormant egg inside me quiver. Just look at those muscles,” Delia cooed.
If that was what was happening inside her own loins, then Lilith was in total agreement. He was dressed all in black. Contrary to most of the other Doms she had seen upon arrival, who were dressed in leathers or jeans, he wore a suit. It fit his broad shoulders as if it was cut specifically to enhance his body. The black silk shirt molded to his chest, emphasizing rather than hiding the rippling muscles underneath.
In one word, he was breathtaking—all six feet something of him. A strange word to describe a man, but she couldn’t think of anything else that would do justice to what she was experiencing from just looking at him.
“As Master Scrooge explained, the moment you step into the pit, your evaluation starts,” Master Crow’s deep voice resonated inside her, forcing her to pay attention. “Here’s a tip. Be yourself. Pretense and putting up a show to draw attention will be noticed. Some of the Doms will be attracted to such bratty behavior but as a candidate for the training academy… well, need I say more?”
For the briefest of moments, his gaze snagged Lilith’s. Over the distance, his eyes shone like glowing silver globes. For her, in that short period, his silvery gaze slashed through all her defenses and penetrated her troubled soul, unraveling the deepest and darkest desires she kept hidden from the world.
A low and pleasant hum warmed her blood until the evil grin on his lips doused the rising heat. A scarlet flush colored her pale complexion as she walked past him, aware of his brooding gaze following her into the pit.
Chapter Two
Lilith
Rubbery legs didn’t make for the most sensual and graceful entry into the pit. The little confidence Lilith had dissolved like mist in the sun. How was she supposed to draw the attention of a Dom who would know how to coax a very reserved submissive to the surface if she stumbled about on spaghetti legs? From the limited experience she had of BDSM clubs, she knew that only a strong, patient Dominant would be able to set her mind at ease and unlock the potential she had as a submissive to come out of her shell and play.
“Until they catch me out and have me locked up for corporate espionage,” she muttered as she listlessly kept her eyes locked on the woman in front of her. Lilith’s movements were automatic, stilted, and in no way representing a submissive set at inviting a Dom to inspect her as a potential playmate for the night.
Good Lord. Corporate espionage? Surely that’s not what Gustav expects from me?
