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On the table, Ari lay on her back with knees bent as Cooper took each foot and secured them into the stirrups. The sight of Ari’s vulnerable state made Dylan’s blood boil. As she glanced at Maxi, she couldn’t help clenching her fists at the woman’s smug appearance. A wicked smile spread across her face as she watched Dylan’s torment. Did everyone else notice Dylan only brought Ari on board for her own amusement? Maxi knew it, as did Cooper. As Dylan surveyed the rest of the room, she wondered if they all laughed at her idiocy.
“Ladies, it’s time to get ready for our guest of honor. Now spread those legs wide and get ready to give Madame Cove a birthday celebration to remember!” The room erupted into roaring applause as Maxi’s announcement welcomed Madame Cove to the stage.
As she gracefully made her way across the stage, Madame Cove inspected each offering, her hand gliding over the women in admiration. At the far left, Madame Cove stopped, resting her hand possessively on Ari’s thigh as she addressed the room. “Thank you to everyone for attending my birthday celebration. I am so happy to share this orgasmic festivity with you all. Maxi, my dear, you have outdone yourself! I mean, how many of you could say you had fifty women in one day?”
The audience shook their heads, laughing at the comments from the stage. All liked Madame Cove. She wasn’t a heavy-handed Mistress but loved to keep her submissives tied for long periods of time, drawing out orgasms, so the ladies begged for it when it happened. That night, there would be no holding back. With fifty women to please, Madame Cove only had thirty minutes for each greedy slave. Even less if they took breaks.
Just before the clock ticked midnight, Madame Cove joked with the audience while she slipped her fingers in between Ari’s legs. “Maybe this should be like a birthday cake. I get the first piece, then everyone else can come up and have my leftovers.”
The audience laughed, though Dylan did not as she saw Ari’s head drop back in pleasure over the edge of the table. It was Madame Cove heating Ari’s sex instead of Dylan. Applause erupted again. And like New Year’s Eve, the audience counted down with Madame Cove until the clock struck midnight.
“Spread those legs wide now, darling. Mama’s coming in hot and heavy.” Madame Cove dropped to her knees and pressed her hands against Ari’s thighs as if she were forcing them apart even further. As soon as Madame Cove’s mouth dropped on Ari’s sex, the room heard her delight, a begging moan that bounced off the walls.
Dylan couldn’t watch. As she turned away, her eyes caught the glimmer of Maxi’s satisfied smirk, basking in Dylan’s anguish. At that moment, she hated her boss. In all the years, Maxi had never used someone against her. It was as if their friendship meant nothing. With nowhere else to focus her attention, Dylan forced herself to watch the spectacle of Ari’s body reacting to the ravishing by someone who didn’t care about her. She hadn’t noticed Maxi at her side until she spoke with feigned innocence, “I’m sorry. Were you wanting to pop her little BDSM cherry?”
Ari cried out, panting as her body tightened. She raised her head to the audience with her mouth gaping as she let out the ecstasy provided by Madame Cove. With the pleasing of the first five ladies, the audience erupted into cheers and applause, jumping to their feet with excitement. Dylan’s heart pounded in her chest, ready to burst out of her body. She couldn’t take it anymore. Fired or not, Dylan had to leave because she was ready to hit someone or something.
She stepped away, but Maxi caught her arm, grasping it like Vise-Grip pliers and pulling her back. “Perhaps we should arrange a taste test for you.” Maxi’s nefarious grin played on her lips as Dylan yanked her arm free and stormed to the door.
After getting out of sight, Dylan collapsed against the wall, rubbing her face to ward off the tears that threatened to fall, knowing butches didn’t cry. Instead of letting loose the waterworks, she dashed through the main ballroom and slammed through her office door, cracking its glass from the force. It bounced back open as she punched her fist against the wall.
As Dylan sensed another person in the room, she turned around, half-expecting to see Maxi, who returned to gloat some more. To her surprise, a startled Ari stood in the doorway, stepping in as her eyes fell on Dylan’s fist. She rushed toward her, taking the bloodied hand into hers, inspecting the wound. The throbbing in her battered knuckles distracted Dylan from the pain in her chest. Physical pain she could handle. It was the emotional variety that crippled Dylan in the past, and she was determined never to go there again.
Ari looked up and said, “Dylan, I—” In one swift move, Ari reached up, grabbed Dylan’s face, and pulled it toward her. In that instance, every ounce of emotion shot forth as she pressed her lips against Ari’s, no longer able to resist this drug.
Chapter 17
As Dylan fumbled with the key to her apartment, her body pinned Ari against the door. They didn’t dare lose contact with each other, or the weight of what they had done might quash their passion.
Their mouths, welded as one, did not separate from the moment they fled Adytum to the moment they arrived at Dylan’s place. A kiss laced with such passion and need was unfamiliar. The sensations consuming her body stoked a primal need to rise and take control. Free will ceased to exist, leaving behind only instinct. Their bodies were one with an endless kiss that bound them together. Entangled. To cut off the kiss would be like cutting off the vital supply of oxygen.
Once Dylan claimed victory over the door, she guided Ari backward. To regain her balance as the door gave way, Ari grabbed onto Dylan’s jacket. It was a dance, an ebb and flow, with Dylan’s muscular frame keeping them upright as Ari pulled them into the room. Too focused on the sensations of Dylan’s ministrations, Ari didn’t even notice her surroundings or that the door shut behind them.
With such ease, Dylan scooped her upwards. She wrapped her legs tight around Dylan’s waist while her core pulsated and thrummed against the heat emanating from her lover. Desperation within Ari drove her to grab at the hem of Dylan’s shirt, needing skin against hers.
With a single look, Dylan made it clear she was the one calling the shots. “I’m in control.”
Dylan’s hungry mouth pulled the air from Ari’s lungs with a possessive kiss fueled by systematic moans of lust. As Dylan gave an inch of space between them and let her body go, it left Ari’s mouth agape and her eyes pouting for more.
At that moment, there was no “Boss” or employee; they were two people with a mutual need: each other. The unspoken question hung in the air and as if out of instinct, Ari nodded her approval, giving in to what Dylan wanted permission to do. In one deft movement, Dylan lifted Ari’s shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. Skillful hands unclasped Ari’s bra to reveal raspberry-shaped nipples that begged for attention.
The sweat on her skin was nothing compared to the heat that had grown between her legs since they first kissed in Dylan’s office. Every cell within her blazed as Dylan inserted her dominance with another forceful kiss. Never in her life had she craved someone to have such power over her. As much as she wanted Dylan to rip the BDSM Band-Aid off with fervor, she knew Dylan needed her consent to take her in any way she wanted. In every way she wanted. Now was the moment to hand over the reins of power.
Ari beheld Dylan’s gaze. “Take me. I am all yours.”
With only pure reverence and desire, Dylan lifted her again into the air and carried her forth. Her masculinity held her tight as Ari wrapped her arms and legs around Dylan’s torso so her sex pressed against the seams of Dylan’s pants. Her body throbbed under the friction of Dylan’s steps as they moved from one room to another. Lost in Dylan’s protective kiss, Ari floated away in Dylan’s embrace, her body almost weightless in Dylan’s well-defined arms.
Within the confines of another room, Dylan released her. Her feet rooted to the floor as her eyes widened at the sight of Dylan’s bedroom. The room had an elegant masculinity that was rich with luxury and a steampunk style. A large, dark wood sleigh bed featured D-hooks tucked along the edges. Framed by two industrial-style side tables, the trio of furniture lined the wall on the right.
As her eyes roamed the room, they drew toward the other furnishings, such as a padded wooden bench that looked similar to those at Adytum. D-hooks along the edges made a perfect anchor to restrain a willing submissive. The wall behind the bench hosted a wood and iron designed X. At first glance, it blended into the wrought iron decor as a piece of erotic art with the same rich, dark color as the bed. The thought of being Dylan’s submissive sent a tingle throughout her body, culminating between her legs.
When Ari’s hand reached out to touch the tantalizing Saint Andrew’s cross, Dylan grasped her arm and tugged her back, flinging her toward the bed. Her mouth opened to gasp, but Dylan covered it and pulled that startle from her lungs while inching her backward until her knees buckled against the bed frame.
There was only one place to go. A frisson of electricity ignited every nerve ending, making Ari ready to bend to Dylan’s whims, but Dylan pulled away. Her eyes shot open to see why Dylan stopped. With a gentle but firm push, Ari fell onto the bed. She wasted no time in yanking off Ari’s pants along with her panties to expose the ever-growing need between her legs.
She gasped when Dylan’s hands teased up her calves to her knees. While her hands stopped there, her eyes traveled farther to meet the apex of Ari’s thighs. A light tap of Dylan’s hand nudged her legs open. As Dylan’s mighty stature towered over her and commanded her to comply, she did, and a drop of wetness trickled down her cheek. It created a damp pool on the bedding as she opened herself to submission.
Reverence glinted in Dylan’s eyes as her tongue slicked over her lip. She wanted to burn that image on her brain and keep it there like wallpaper on her mind. She closed her eyes for only a mere second and when she opened them, Dylan wasn’t there. Dylan’s tongue met Ari’s need, catapulting her to another realm, one where only the two of them existed.
