1NS 095 - Ann Mayburn - Sensation Play - Decadent 2012-02

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  Sensation Play

  Copyright © 2012 by Ann Mayburn

  ISBN: 978-1-61333-211-5

  Cover art by LFD Designs

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  Also by Ann Mayburn

  Daughter of Lust

  Peppermint Passion

  Wild Lilly

  1Night Stand Stories

  Bound for Pleasure

  Want

  Prides of the Moon

  Amber Moon

  Emerald Moon

  Turquoise Moon

  Onyx Moon

  Amethyst Moon

  Western Escape Series

  Diamond Heart

  A Story of Freewill

  Sensation Play

  A 1Night Stand Story

  by

  Ann Mayburn

  The great object of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even though in pain.

  Lord Byron

  Chapter One

  Jonas Becker angled his big body away from the front door so he could remain just another anonymous patron at the coffee shop. Well, as much as a man who looked like he spent a lot of time on the rougher side of hell could blend into the lunch time crowd. The decade he’d spent as an extreme fighter left him with a crooked nose, one ear that had a bite taken out of it, and various scars and bumps on his shaved skull. Add to that his heavily muscled body and dominant mannerisms and it was no wonder that women often reacted to his appearance with fright…though it did seem to attract the submissives at the BDSM club he frequented. Hell, he’d rather fight a cage full of angry Russians than face the fear on a beautiful woman’s face when she first saw him.

  He hunched his shoulders and slid farther into his secluded booth at the back of the room as soon as he heard Erica Alman entered the shop. Her husky, breathy tones were as unique and feminine as she was, and had as profound an effect on him now as they did six months ago during their brief meeting at a charity ball held at the Castillo Resort. The first thing he’d noticed about her was the mass of golden curls falling to her waist, the second her full figure wrapped in a slinky, black beaded gown. Young, probably better than ten years his junior, her innocence added an irresistible lure.

  To his surprise, she had given him a smile filled with genuine delight and warmth when he asked her to dance in his heavily accented English. The men back at his fight club would have laughed their asses off at the sight of the Monster of Munich grinning like a fool.

  The sensation of the soft press of her body against his flashed through his mind, and he relived those eight glorious minutes when she’d been in his arms. The dance itself had been wonderful, but he was afraid his conversation had been less than stellar. She’d tried to chat with him, but his one word answers soon silenced her. To make up for his inability to speak, he tried to show her with his body how beautiful he found her. With a gentle touch, he moved her around the dance floor, surprised at how well she followed his lead. The way her breath quickened and her pupils dilated with desire when her breasts brushed his chest let him know she enjoyed the dance as much as he did. When her big brown eyes met his, he knew he was in trouble. Such fierce intelligence shone in their depths, and a sensuality burned in her gaze that made him want to toss her over his shoulder and take her home with him.

  Unable to help himself, he’d leaned down and whispered into her ear, “Du tanzt wirklich atemberaubend.”

  The song ended and she lifted her face so that their lips were inches apart. “I have no idea what you just said, but it sounded wonderful.”

  Before he could respond, a young man who looked like a male version of her gripped her shoulder with a possessive smile. “Sorry to interrupt, but our parents need to speak with Erica.”

  Her brother. Jonas knew a dismissal when he heard it, and he had to respect her family’s wishes. “Thank you for the dance.” With a nod he left, damning his foolish tongue for being unable to express his thoughts in English as her voice rose in anger behind his retreating back.

  The sensual purr of Erica’s husky voice snapped him back to the present as she greeted the barista. He pictured her in his mind as she ordered her usual, a tall iced mocha, and chatted. Were her marvelous blonde curls up in a sensible bun today to compliment her business attire, or did she wear his favorite pink tank top with her hair back in a high ponytail? Unable to resist the temptation, he stole a quick glance over his shoulder then returned to staring at the screen of his laptop.

  Heat coursed through his body as he froze the mental image of her in his mind, adding it to his collection of memories. Today, she wore a cream sweatshirt and worn jean shorts that showcased her plump legs. Tall and very curvy, she was eine echte schönheit, a real beauty.

  A scratch marred the back of one calf and he wanted to kiss away the sting it must have caused her. Some might find it strange that a Dom would want to sooth a hurt, but those were the kind of people who only knew about BDSM from what they’d seen on TV or in movies. In real life, he had yet to meet the Dom who enjoyed actually hurting a submissive. Oh, they would tease and torture, push the submissive to her limits in various ways that could include pain, but he’d never seen one outright abuse his sub.

  Any asshole with a baseball bat could cause pain; that didn’t make him a Dom. That made him an abusive fuck.

  The booth behind him shifted as Erica slid in, taking her customary place for her regular cup of coffee. The backs of the booths were high enough that she couldn’t see him, but he swore he could feel a change in the air when she was around, as if it were charged with the electricity of her presence. His gym was just down the street, and when he had seen her coming in here three months ago, he hadn’t believed his luck. He’d almost approached her then, but he was sweaty and in a tank top and shorts after his workout so he’d raced home to change. By the time he got back, Erica had been joined by her boyfriend, a handsome young man with a smile that Jonas didn’t trust.

  Over the next few months, he stopped into the coffee shop once or twice a week to take advantage of their excellent tea and free Wi-Fi. If he just happened to pick the booth next to Erica’s favorite spot, that didn’t mean anything. And if he wore a baseball cap and always kept his face away from her, that didn’t mean anything either. And if, last week, he had forced back a whoop of delight when he heard her talking on the phone about breaking up with her boyfriend who utterly bored her in bed….

  Yeah, right.

  Today was the day. He owed it to her and to himself. His English had greatly improved over the last six months. After studying with a tutor, he could express himself without search
ing for the right word. He was about to stand and go to her booth to introduce himself when a softly accented female voice called out, “Hi, Erica!”

  He turned his head the tiniest amount and caught a glimpse of Lara, her best friend, out of the corner of his eye. As usual, the pretty Hispanic woman wore a perfectly tailored suit that couldn’t hide her hourglass figure. Her heels struck the floor in a series of brisk clicks as she navigated the crowded tables and made her way toward Erica.

  “Hey, Lara,” Erica said. “About time you got here.”

  Jonas listened eagerly as the other woman slid into the booth. Lara often joined her for coffee and he rather enjoyed listening to them talk. Both women had sharp wits and he’d found himself more than once biting his tongue to keep from joining their conversation. As soon as Lara left, he’d approach Erica. Hopefully she’d be in a good mood after her friend’s visit.

  “Sorry, I had a bunch of bullshit to deal with at the office. In fact, I only have a few minutes before I need to get back, but I had to see you after I got your email this morning. I’m so glad you finally contacted Madame Eve.”

  Erica giggled and he smiled at the happy sound. “Yeah, after dickhead ex laughed at me for wanting to role play, I kicked him out and took your advice. I’m tired of trying to find the right guy on my own. If this 1Night Stand is all you claim it is, I should be a happy girl in a few weeks. Even if it is only for one night.”

  He quickly typed the names Madam Eve and 1Night Stand into his laptop and continued to listen in on their conversation.

  Lara’s voice held an edge of laughter. “I told you about the fantastic time I had. And my one-night stand turned into a whole lot more.”

  Erica sighed and the booth creaked as she shifted. “Somehow, I doubt she’ll be able to pull another Super Bowl-winning linebacker out of her pocket for me.”

  “What did you ask for?”

  He strained to hear what she said, but the barista began to froth some milk and the noisy machine drowned out her response, other than three words that made his mouth go dry. “Big and dominant.”

  Lara’s reply came through loud and clear. “You be careful with that fantasy. It’s potentially very dangerous. You have no idea what kind of man you could be attracting.”

  Erica snorted then lowered her voice to almost a whisper. “Like you should talk. All I want is someone to fake break into my hotel room and force me to have multiple orgasms. Someone big and intimidating who won’t take ‘no’ for an answer. It’s not like I want to shove a butt plug up some strange guy’s ass while I spank him.”

  His butt muscles clenched and he thanked God that wasn’t her thing. Now…putting objects into her tight pink ass interested him immensely.

  Lara laughed. “Hey now!”

  “Shit, look at the time. I have to go before my over protective brothers come looking for me.”

  “I keep telling you that you need to stop working for your papa and open your own clinic.”

  “I know.”

  “I’ll walk with you and you can tell me more about this fantasy of yours. It might be fun to role-play with Tycen. I’ll be the evil cat burglar and he’ll be my victim.”

  Both women giggled and the booth squeaked as they slid out. Some change rattled onto the table and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of her beautiful round butt as she strolled out the door with her friend. The rest of the conversation faded while they moved away and the jingle of the bells on the door signaled their departure. He stole one more glance at her before she left, the light glinting on her golden hair as she tipped back her head and laughed. So full of life, her beauty shone from her like the sun, and he wanted that warmth on his body.

  He stared at the website for 1Night Stand and began to plan on how to make sure they were matched together.

  ***

  Erica perched on the edge of the hotel bed at the Castillo Resort and played with the small silver pendant that lay in the hollow of her throat. To the casual eye, it looked like a piece of jewelry any woman might wear, but if she pressed on the front and back at the same time, it would set off a silent alarm. Madame Eve had left a package at the front counter when she checked in and the note inside let her know that if she found herself in a situation she didn’t want to be in, all she had to do was press the button and hotel security would be there in an instant.

  As if she wasn’t nervous enough about this blind date. Oh, he had passed the same rigorous background check that she had, but that didn’t ease her jitters. While the necklace provided a sense of security, her over active imagination still conjured up scenes in which pressing the button wouldn’t save her. Her tension ratcheted up again and she struggled to remain calm. She hadn’t spent four hours shopping for lingerie to sweat through it before they even met.

  A quick glance at the massive chrome and steel mirror that hung over the gas fireplace confirmed that at least her body looked ready for sex even as her mind went into hyper spazz mode. Covered by a sheer black robe, a black lace nightie clung to her generous breasts and flared around her waist, falling to mid-thigh. As if that wasn’t scandalous enough, she’d tied thick, black lace ribbons around her wrists and ankles, looping the ends into bows, a silent invitation to her blind date to tie her up. At least that’s what Lara, an experienced Domme, had said.

  The phone rang, making her reflection in the mirror jump so high she couldn’t help but laugh at herself. She looked like one of those cartoon cats clinging to the ceiling. The laughter helped chase away her nerves and she managed to answer the phone without having a heart attack. “Hello?”

  A man’s voice, deep and thick with a deliciously rough accent rumbled into her ear. “Good evening, Erica. My name is Jonas and I am your date.”

  Her whole body buzzed with a rush of hormones. Accents always turned her on and made her weak in the knees. “Hi, Jonas.” She mentally scrambled, trying to figure out what to say to a man who would soon stage a fake break-in to her hotel room and role-play a forced seduction scene with her. “I’m ready whenever you are.”

  He laughed and goose bumps erupted on her skin. Wow, this man had some serious mojo. “Before we begin…anything…we need to go over some ground rules.”

  She winced and mentally berated herself for forgetting what Lara had told her about the negotiation stage of a scene. “Right. Sorry about that.” She propped the phone on her shoulder and grabbed her list from the side table next to the bed. “Umm, no burning, no blood, no defecation or urine play, no humiliation, no suffocation, and no spitting.”

  “Agreed. Now that you have your list of demands out of the way, you will listen to what I have to say.”

  The command in his tone made her swallow and her voice came out even breathier than usual. “Okay.”

  “You want me to play the role of the invader, come into your room, and make you my pleasure slave, yes?”

  When he said it in such a matter of fact way, she felt slightly less embarrassed. “Yes.”

  “And I have your leave to do what I want, within the parameters of your rules.”

  Her breath came out in a shudder as anticipation pushed away the worry. “Yes.”

  “Good. I will be there sometime within the next hour. I expect you in bed, with the lights off. If you choose to fall asleep, that is fine.”

  As if she would be able to fall asleep, knowing what was about to happen. “Okay.”

  “Your safe word is anhalten. Let me hear you say it.”

  She tried to copy his tone. “Anhalten. If I say that word everything stops, right?”

  “Yes. Though I’ll do everything in my power to make sure you don’t want to use it.” His chuckle worked its magic on her body again, and her nipples tightened into hard points. “Once I enter your room, I will be in character, as they say. I am very much looking forward to this, Erica.”

  Chapter Two

  Low jazz music streamed from the clock radio next to the bed. It made it hard for her to hear anything going on in th
e other room and she liked it that way. As nervous as she was, she thought if she actually heard the door open, she’d hide beneath the bed with the dust bunnies, though this five star resort probably didn’t have such ordinary things beneath the bed. They probably had purebred dust angora rabbits. Through the open French doors leading into the rest of the suite lay a small sitting area with the hallway door opposite the bedroom. She had left a table lamp on in there for Jonas and turned down the fire burning in the gas fireplace until it illuminated the room in flickers. If she had left the room dark, the glow from the hallway would have alerted her to his entrance, but she didn’t want him stumbling in the dim lighting and hurting himself either.

  Outside the large window, the lights of Las Vegas spread in a glittering electric blanket across the desert. She reached up and made sure her hair draped out behind her in an artful manner. The sheer robe lay over her legs, and she checked again that the bows on her wrists and ankles were facing the proper way. Her experience with men told her that Jonas probably wouldn’t give a crap what she was wearing and would get her naked as soon as possible, but she liked to feel sexy.

  Jonas. His voice reminded her of the amazing man she’d danced with six months ago. The mystery man with the same rough German accent whose memory still made her skin flush with desire. He’d been so big, so dangerous and commanding as he led her across the dance floor with consummate grace. True, he’d had the battered and scarred face of a fighter, but she’d found that attractive. Growing up in a land of metro-sexual pretty boys, she enjoyed the grit and character on the face of an older man who could teach her about the pleasures in life.

  Too bad her stupid brother had chased off her dance partner in a typical display of not staying out of her business. The baby of the family, she had three older brothers and an overprotective father who encouraged them to “take care” of her. Unfortunately, that meant they got rid of any man they didn’t approve of…which meant pretty much everyone.