Butterfly Style: The Dartmouth Cobras ~ A Cobra Short
Date: 2016-11-07 05:00:00+00:00
Keywords: Bdsm; Romance; Erotica; sports; Contemporary
Description: Freedom has always been a priority for Kelsey "Chicklet" Galloway. From choosing bartending over a 'real' career, to avoiding monogamy like the plague, she's always paved her own way, living her life in a way that makes her happy. As a Domme she is content to give a lucky sub-or two-a night to remember, but she's never met anyone who made her consider sharing her carefree world. Until she meets a woman who desperately needs a little taste of it. Officer Laura Tallant has her whole life in order, is looking at a promotion on the police force in Halifax, Nova Scotia, and finally has some time of
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform

Butterfly Style

The Dartmouth Cobras ~ A Cobra Short

Bianca Sommerland

Contents

Also by Bianca Sommerland

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Epilogue

Game Misconduct

Defensive Zone

Breakaway

Offside

Delayed Penalty

Iron Cross

Goal Line

About the Author

Also by Bianca Sommerland

BUTTERFLY STYLE

The Dartmouth Cobras

By

Bianca Sommerland

Copyright 2016, Bianca Sommerland

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Cover art by I’m No Angel Designs

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Also by Bianca Sommerland

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The Dartmouth Cobras

Blind Pass

Game Misconduct

Defensive Zone

Breakaway

Offside

Delayed Penalty

Iron Cross

Goal Line

Line Brawl

Also

Deadly Captive

Collateral Damage

The End – Coming Soon

Celestial Pets: Evil’s Embrace

Solid Education

Forbidden Steps

Rosemary Entwined

The Trip

Tamed (Feral Bonds 0.5)

Winter’s Wrath Series

Backlash

Chapter 1

Being picky about handing out beatings could lead to a very boring night. Unfortunately, Chicklet wasn’t feeling the pretty boys. She sighed as yet another skinny young man in tight spandex shorts dropped to his knees in front of her.

Screw it, I’m done playing nice. She tipped his chin up with the riding crop in her hand, her lips sliding into a cold smile. “Did I ask you to kneel?”

His mouth formed a wide O. He popped up to his feet. “No, Mistress.”

“No. Actually, I don’t think I gave any indication that I’m interested in you at all. Are you always this forward?” She trailed her gaze over him, not sure what she’d rather do. Ask for I.D or fix him a BLT with extra bacon. The boy needed some meat on him. Delicate bodies of either gender did absolutely nothing for her.

But the fear in his eyes gave her a nice little buzz.

“I’m sorry, Mistress. Please forgive me, I just…” He licked his lips and looked down. “I’ve never met anyone like you. Your demonstrations at C.A.K.E were…incredible. I would do anything to serve you.”

Anything? Chicklet did her best not to smirk at the boy. We’ll see about that.

Reaching down between his thighs, she gave his balls a tight squeeze, arching her brow at his whimper. He really wasn’t going to be much fun at all. “I only mentioned genital torture briefly in the workshop, but several in attendance wanted to see a proper demonstration. Meet me at the bondage frame and we can see what you’re made of.”

“Genital torture?” His words came out as little more than a squeak.

“Oh, nothing too intense. Weights on your balls, maybe a few clothes pegs…” She chuckled as he ducked into the crowd and out of sight.

Almost too easy. Had the boy actually listened during her workshops, or had he been wacking off in the back?

Either way, the brief distraction wasn’t enough to lessen her boredom. She’d been spoiled back home in Nova Scotia, playing at the private BDSM club, Blades & Ice. The club was owned by an experienced Dom and all members were carefully vetted. Not everyone enjoyed extreme play, but none were really shocked by it. Her suggested scene likely would have gotten a “Thanks, but no thanks,” from the majority, but they wouldn’t have run away.

Then again, she’d already played with the few subs there who enjoyed the erotic bite of pain, who craved her twisted games. Being invited to C.A.K.E—Chicago Appreciation of Kink Expose—had been a nice change from her increasingly tame routine. That it was taking place while the Dartmouth Cobras played the Blackhawks made it even more appealing.

A comped flight, hotel, and free tickets to the game made for a very nice vacation, even though it was still cold as fuck outside. She’d done workshops at a few BDSM conferences over the years, teaching everything from sensual mindfucks to the basics of RACK (Risk Aware Consensual Kink), and loved the opportunity to visit new places and make sure her fellow freaks didn’t end up maimed or imprisoned while getting their rocks off.

Paying it forward a little, since she’d had some amazing mentors growing up in the scene. But she never expected much more than the chance to reach a few kinky people and help them play safe. In her twenties, she’d been open to toying with all different types, light players and intense, men and women—sometimes several at a time. Now that she was pushing closer to forty she found herself less interested in playing in the shallow end of the kink pool.

Recently, her sex life—what little she had of one—had become …uninspiring. Physical attraction wasn’t enough. Not that she had any intention of settling down, but she needed more.

But if pretty skinny boy was all this place had to offer, she might as well head to the hotel and watch some porn. Yesterday she’d gotten here too late to play, and while Friday night was usually her time to let loose, she just wasn’t feeling it. She should have come on Tuesday when there weren’t any workshops. Taken the day to shake travel blahs, then used Wednesday and Thursday night to unwind. Tomorrow night was devoted to the game. Looked like she’d have to do her thing back home.

She slid onto a stool at the bar and ordered a CC and coke. Some might find choosing masturbation over a warm, willing body pathetic, but screw that. She was damn good, and when it was just her and her sweet self, she didn’t have to worry about whining and clinginess.

All she had to worry about was how big and lonely her bed seemed lately. Both here and at home.

The light faded abruptly as a large form stepped up to her side, and she caught the fresh scent of ice mixed with warm leather. She tipped her head and smiled as her best friend, Sloan Callahan, pulled up a stool beside her.

Almost ten years younger than her, the captain of the Dartmouth Cobras was as deep into the lifestyle as she was. And as disinterested in settling. Lucky for him, he still enjoyed satisfying his sadistic urges with anyone who could take it. Which lately, strangely enough, seemed to be his close friend and teammate, Max Perron.

Not that the two ever fucked—damn them, that would be hot to see—but Sloan was helping Perron explore his voyeur side as only a sadist could. Seeing the two negotiate with a couple before a scene was fascinating. Perron was fairly new to the scene, which of course meant Sloan played as rough and dirty as possible every time he had the man as his captive audience.

Evil fucker.

Chicklet grinned and lifted her glass as Sloan was served his own. “To many screams, a few tears, and a shutout tomorrow night.”

Smirking, Sloan clinked his glass to hers. “Cheers.” He tipped the glass to his lips, one torn brow arched. “I saw you scare away one of your many fans. You not feeling it tonight?”

Lifting her shoulders, Chicklet spun around on her stool to survey the room. A fairly typical setup. Too crowded after her time at Blades & Ice, but workable. There were the usual Saint Andrew’s Crosses, bondage frames, leather and whips and half naked bodies everywhere. Not much nudity here. Many had come from the conference to gawk at the regulars, which made for a decidedly tense environment. The crowds around different ongoing scenes reminded her a bit of a zoo during feeding time.

Yep, you’re way too spoiled.

“It feels a bit like a performance, doesn’t it?” Chicklet took a sip of her drink, tapping her metal pointed toe, leather boot against the floor to the beat of Inertia Creeps by Massive Attack. “I don’t usually mind, but tonight…”

Studying her face with his sharp, black eyes, Sloan nodded slowly. “You’re looking for substance and this is a bad place for it.”

His overgrown black hair fell over his forehead, making him look more boyish than badass. She grinned and brushed it back. “You’re adorable.”

He growled at her, shifting back, then drained the last of his whiskey and coke. “And you’re avoiding the issue.”

“Yes, I am.” She shrugged, sipping her drink and staring at herself in the mirror behind the bar. She looked tired, which annoyed her. Maybe telling others how to enjoy some hot kinky sex, while no longer being able to do so herself, was starting to get to her. “I didn’t come here to find something lasting, though. And I’m not the least bit interested in a relationship.”

“I’ll drink to that.” Sloan motioned for another drink, propping his elbow on the bar as he focused on a flogging that had just started in the center of the club. His jaw ticked and he let out an irritated sound. “That guy shouldn’t handle anything more intense than a feather duster.”

Chicklet snorted her last sip and followed his gaze. Then she frowned. Sloan might be a judgmental asshole sometimes, but in this case, he was right.

The tall, bald, beefy man was dressed in a strange mix of 70s biker paraphernalia and spiked leather that could be right out of a KISS music video. He had two ridiculously large floggers—hopefully the weight would prevent swings hard enough to do real damage—and was laughing with a few buddies around him between sloppy swats at the bound woman’s bare ass.

None of the Dungeon Monitors had gotten involved, yet, but she spotted them nearby, keeping an eye on the ‘scene’. They likely saw exactly what both she and Sloan had. The man wasn’t being violent, wasn’t hitting any dangerous spots, but he was paying absolutely no attention to the woman he’d cuffed to the hanging chains.

Shifting her attention to the small, curvy brunette, Chicklet frowned, taking in the pallor of her cheeks and the lifelessness in her eyes. She was enduring the scene, wincing a little with each strike of the falls. Not unusual in itself, but she looked like a woman who’d been dragged off the streets and stripped down to her delicate white lace bra and panties to be beaten.

After a few more clumsy swings, the man dropped the floggers and ran his hand over the woman’s ass. He slid his fingers down, and Chicklet bit into her cheek as the woman pressed her eyes shut.

“Come on, baby. That didn’t get you a little wet?” The man pressed against her, talking too loud, grinning at his friends as they continued to watch. “Let’s get out of here. I’ve got some toys at home that might help.”

Don’t you dare go with him! Chicklet caught Sloan moving to stand and grabbed his arm. Back home they could have gotten involved. They both took turns as DM and this scene felt wrong. But their best bet was to let the local DMs handle this.

For now. If the woman didn’t stop looking terrified, Chicklet was going to pull the ‘chicks stick together’ card and take her aside for a little chat. At least make sure she wasn’t being coerced somehow.

Blinking fast, the woman shook her head. She stared at the floor. “No. I’m sorry, Sir, but I don’t think this is working for either of us.”

Lips curling with disgust, the man turned away from her, gesturing for his friends to follow him to the lounge area near the front of the club. He didn’t even bother untying her.

One of the DMs strode up to the woman and quickly uncuffed her, supporting her with an arm around her waist when she stumbled.

“Thank you.” Chicklet couldn’t hear the words, but she saw the woman’s lips form them as the DM guided her over to the bar. The bartender tossed him a blanket, which he draped over the pale woman’s shoulders.

For some reason, even though she knew this was none of her damn business—the woman was in good hands—Chicklet couldn’t tear her eyes away from the woman’s face. Those big, blue eyes, like the moonlit ocean, held a strength Chicklet hadn’t expected after seeing that mockery of a scene. There was also something she recognized from some of the subs she’d dealt with in the past. Frustration. Almost as though the little brunette was searching for something she desperately needed, but couldn’t find.

The DM handed the woman a glass of water, watching her silently as she took a few gulps. He brushed a hand irritably over his close-shaved scalp. “This is your second night here, Laura. Your former Dom assured me you have enough experience to be left to your own devices, but I’m not seeing it. That’s the third wanna-be you’ve let restrain you. You’re going to get hurt.”

The woman, Laura, shot the DM a tired smile. “This is the first one who ditched me. The other two ended the scenes respectfully.”

“Leaving you completely unsatisfied. Maybe if you told me what you were looking for, I could point you in the right direction.”

Laura’s shoulders hunched as she tugged the blanket tight around her. “I don’t need much. I only want… Damn it, I wish you hadn’t talked to Mills. I’m only repeating what he’s already told you.”

“Yes, he’s told me how deeply you escape into submission. How much you need the peace of giving up control.” The DM put his hand on her shoulder. “But what do you hope to find here, sweetheart? You’re far from home, and you can’t explore a scene like that with someone after knowing them for a few hours. Why don’t you explore your local clubs and—”

“I can’t go to the clubs back home. I…” Laura shook her head and sighed. “I guess part of me hoped Mills would come.”

“I think he wanted to.” The DM chuckled. “His pets have a tight leash on him. But don’t tell him I said so.”

Facing the bar, Chicklet had to bite her tongue not to add her two cents to a conversation she hadn’t been invited in on. Almost twenty years as a bartender had gotten her in the habit of giving advice to those who needed it as they drowned their problems in their favorite brew. As a Domme, she couldn’t ignore that urge to give guidance even if she couldn’t take control.

Apparently, Sloan didn’t have her restraint. He smiled at her over the rim of his glass, then met the DMs eyes. “Sorry, don’t mean to butt in, but I have to disagree with what you said earlier. I’ve done some very satisfying scenes with subs I haven’t known for very long. A good Dom should be able to communicate with his—or her—play partner and set limits even if they’re just meeting up at an event like this.”

The DM’s eyes narrowed. “That’s not the way to—”

“Are you saying there’s only one way?” Sloan’s tone was laced with amusement. He was having way too much fun making the other man uncomfortable. “For a newbie, yes, it’s advisable to dip your toes into the scene first, but it sounds like your girl has some experience.”

That got Laura’s attention. She took another sip of water, then cleared her throat. “I do, but I haven’t played in a while. I’m trying to avoid anything serious. I don’t have the time or…or lifestyle to indulge.”

“I understand. And I’ve played with women like you before. Sweet little housewives who need a break from their predictable lives. I usually only play with couples, though.” Sloan’s lips slanted as he met the DM’s eyes. “A single woman can’t possibly make that decision on her own.”

All right, Chicklet didn’t know what Sloan was playing at, but she was about to crack the cocky sadist upside his bloated head. She folded her arms over her chest and kicked the back of his stool.

“A single woman can absolutely make her own decisions. Can walk into a club and negotiate a fulfilling scene without anyone holding her hand. She just has to know what she’s looking for.” Which brought her back to the DM’s original question. She met Laura’s eyes and her pulse quickened. The way Laura looked back at her, as though she’d needed the support, drew out all her protective instincts. “If you’re not new to the scene, why did it look like you could barely tolerate that man? Why let it go so far?”

Laura held her gaze for a moment, then lowered it slowly. “Because I was hoping it would be enough.”

“Did you want him to hurt you?” Maybe Sloan would be good for her. He was right. With the right negotiations, an experienced Dom with an experienced sub could scene without going through all the preliminaries. People did it all the time, that’s why there were clubs like this. If one knew what they were doing, it didn’t demand much more than a dance.

Not a good thing to advertise, since newbies would walk in expecting the same treatment. And for them, it could be dangerous. They could end up with a predator who’d use their eagerness to abuse them.

This woman had found a man with less experience than her. Hadn’t cared about his friends watching. Had calmly told him ‘No’ when he’d offered to take her home. Hadn’t panicked when he’d left her bound. She’d known someone would free her.

A dangerous game, but she’d been aware of the risk.

“No, I didn’t want him to hurt me. I saw him working with a Dom who is very skilled with floggers and he was given the go-ahead to move from pillows to flesh.” Laura’s lips slanted slightly. “I didn’t realize he’d brought his own, brand new, ridiculously large floggers.” She licked her bottom lip, looking from Chicklet to Sloan, then back quickly. “Or that he doesn’t have a dominant bone in his body.”

That did make some sense. Offering to play the ‘victim’ for a Dom practicing a new skill could be fun, because the power exchange would still be there. Chicklet sensed the exchange was what Laura truly needed. And she’d failed to find that, not only once, but with every man she’d ‘scened’ with here.

Leaning forward, hands braced on her knees, Chicklet held Laura’s gaze, noting the way her soft, pink lips parted and her pupils dilated. A blush spread over her cheeks as Chicklet stood. She looked down, but Chicklet wasn’t having any of that.

Reaching out, she tipped Laura’s chin up with a finger. “Eyes on me, pet.”

Still sitting at the bar, both Sloan and the DM were very quiet. Chicklet dismissed them from her mind, narrowing all her focus on the sweet little submissive standing before her.

Covered in a plain, gray blanket, Laura appeared fragile, but Chicklet couldn’t forget that glimpse of strength in her eyes. Not that she only played with tough subs, but she avoided truly weak ones at all cost. A sub lacking a backbone could be dangerous. They wouldn’t negotiate hard limits, or they would make the list a mile long, showing absolutely no conviction for anything they ‘refused’ to do. A little pain might set them to wailing, or get no reaction at all.

The way Laura had reacted to the flogging when it became uncomfortable, or…boring? Well, that put up some warning flags. She’d finally put her foot down when it came to leaving, but how long had she been willing to let the farce of a scene go on?

Was she desperate or just stubborn?

If you’re considering playing with her at all, you’d better figure it out.

“Were you planning to have sex with that man?”

Laura’s eyes grew big and she shuddered. “No, Mistress. I agreed to restraints, flogging, and some light petting.”

Chicklet inclined her head. All her internal sensors were going off, but she detested making assumptions. “So you weren’t attracted to him?”

“No.”

“Would you like to do another scene tonight?”

The sharp inhale betrayed the woman, even though she managed to appear composed. She tugged her bottom lip between her teeth in a way that made it impossible not to stare at that soft, rosy skin and imagine how sweet she would taste.

But then Laura tore her eyes away from Chicklet and looked at Sloan. “Yes, but word spreads fast and I’m not a masochist. I’m sorry, Sir.”

Behind Chicklet, Sloan let out a dry laugh. “Little one, if I was interested in a scene, I’d be asking the questions.”

Laura bit her lip hard this time. Then her eyes returned to Chicklet. “You… Mistress, I don’t think—”

“I’m not asking you to.” Heat spilled through Chicklet’s veins as she released the stranglehold on her desire and framed Laura’s jaw with her hand. Toying with this one would be risky. If she let herself, she would look past doing one scene that would satisfy Laura’s need to surrender control. She would consider how much pleasure she could give her. Use every one of her well-honed skills to get this woman into her bed tonight.

Chicklet had seduced ‘straight’ women before, but they were simply experimenting. Looking for a night of naughty fun. She could leave them with memories they’d never forget.

Or regret.

This pretty little sub was deep in denial. She chose men, notably, men she wasn’t the least bit attracted to—though finding a man who did turn her on might be impossible—to fulfill one need and nothing else.

That she’d looked to Sloan would probably be a nice little blow to his ego, but Chicklet would get to that later.

All that mattered right now was Laura was attracted to her.

“Give the DM the blanket and stand up straight.” Chicklet folded her arms over her chest, prepared for objections, pleased when Laura immediately did as she was told. She’d crossed her wrists over her breasts as though suddenly shy, but Chicklet could work with that. “Arms by your sides. You don’t have issues with men seeing you half naked.”

Not a question, but Laura still shook her head. “No, Mistress.”

One brow lifted, Chicklet waited as Laura lowered her arms to her sides. She was trembling, swallowing sporadically, but her flush and her erect nipples pressing against her delicate lace bra hinted at arousal, rather than fear.

“Good girl.” Chicklet gave her an approving smile and took her time trailing her gaze over the beautiful woman in front of her.

Her breasts were round and high, a nice soft handful, straining against the lace. There was some muscle definition in her arms, but they weren’t as cut as Chicklet’s own. The soft swell of her belly, the curve of her hips and thighs, spilled pure desire into Chicklet’s core. Laura was in good shape, but not hard or bony. Pure exquisite feminine beauty called to her carnal desires.

The soft waves of her hair, not simply brown, but a rich mahogany that shimmered even in the dim light, spilled over her shoulders like silk, begging Chicklet to run her fingers through it. Pale skin, but that adorable blush gave her a good idea of how it would glow with the lick of passion, or under the steady falls of a flogger.

No denying it, Chicklet wanted her. But there was still the issue of how deep in the closet Laura seemed to be. She couldn’t hide how turned on she was as Chicklet drank in every inch of her body with her eyes, but would she be willing to admit that to herself?

“So lovely. I would enjoy you very much.” Chicklet stepped up to Laura’s side, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her cheek. “You chose to play away from home. I’m sure you have your reasons, but I need you to ask yourself one thing before we go any further.”

As if woken from a trance, Laura inhaled sharply and stared at her. “Yes?”

“Which of your needs are you willing to explore?” Chicklet laid a soft kiss on her shoulder. “Because I can help you with all of them.”

Chapter 2

Laura found herself following Chicklet away from the bar, straight to the back of the club where the play was very different from the scenes near the front. Something about the Doms here discouraged casual observation, though she saw a familiar face by a couple engaging in wax play. The man was a hockey player, one from the team back home. She wasn’t surprised to see him.

Both he and the captain of the team frequented the sole club in Dartmouth often. The first time she’d gone there she’d recognized them—her foster father was a huge fan of the team. Seeing them hadn’t discouraged her from becoming a member. No, it was a glimpse of several detectives that worked with her brother that sent her backtracking out the door.

And back online to explore other options.

Mills Kellen, the man who’d been her Dom for almost two years, lived in Chicago, so she had connections here, despite living in Nova Scotia since her late teens. She’d actually met him through FetLife and spent months building a friendship with him before deciding to take the first trip.

Long distance relationships rarely ended well, but it had been perfect for them. With her job as a police officer in Halifax and his as a neurosurgeon, neither had much time for dating. But every few months they’d set aside time to play.

Time that lifted the weight from her shoulders. That eased all the tension that built up inside her, weighing her down like cement slowly solidifying around her soul.

She’d been afraid she’d never be attracted to a man, but her Sir was so much more than his gender. His power went beyond anything physical. Just the sound of his voice brought her to a place where nothing mattered but her need to please. To serve.

They’d parted ways six months ago, after he fell in love with a nurse who’d transferred to his hospital and decided he wanted to marry her. His new bride wasn’t the jealous type, and she’d been fine with their relationship, but Sir didn’t feel he could give them both what they needed. He’d spent one last night with Laura and told her she had to be honest with him, with herself, about what she was really looking for.

He had been the only one to ask at that point, yet tonight, both the DM—Steve, who she’d met at C.A.K.E—and Chicklet had asked the same thing. As if it was a question that needed to be answered.

For six months Laura had been too busy to dwell on anything, so she’d pushed the hurt and the loneliness aside. Even learning Mills had taken on another sub didn’t affect her. Much.

All right, she’d been a little hurt. For some reason, this woman wouldn’t threaten his marriage, but she would? Their relationship had never been about sex. Sure, Mills had fucked her, making her feel things she never thought she could with a man, but that pleasure was nothing compared to the connection they’d shared. When he made her mind go quiet with a simple command. When she was bound tightly in his rope, crying out as he pushed her over the ledge between pleasure and pain.

She’d asked him about C.A.K.E and he’d encouraged her to take some time off and come down.

Then passed her off to someone else with an email of recommendation.

Thankfully Steve had figured out right away they wouldn’t make a good match. He was a handsome man, accustomed to women falling over themselves for his attention. Laura couldn’t hide that she didn’t feel anything for him physically. So she was left to find a playmate on her own.

Yeah, and that’s turned out well.

Lifting her gaze from the floor, Laura took advantage of the fact that Chicklet was studying the available equipment and let herself take in how fucking gorgeous the other woman was. She was very tall, and every inch of her was cut with sharp muscles. The leather vest she wore showed off her carved shoulders and rock hard biceps. But somehow none of this made her seem manly in the least. The vest displayed a nice cleavage, small breasts pushed up, but the soft swells were too damn tempting, making Laura wonder if all her sleek skin was so deeply tanned.

And her ass. Damn it, Laura worked very hard not to let her eyes linger on any woman’s ass, but Chicklet’s was nice and round in those snug leather pants. She couldn’t help staring every time Chicklet turned to assess another prop. Wearing nothing but a bra and flimsy thong panties made Laura very aware of her nipples poking against the lace of her bra and her pussy dampening the swatch of cloth between her thighs.

The one thing she could have clung to, that would have made Chicklet so not her type was the short, spiky hair. But it suited the woman, bringing out her elfin features. The ruffled golden brown strands brought out the bright green of her eyes and the high curve of her cheekbones. She had on only a little bit of makeup, black eyeliner, smokey eyeshadow and lips gloss, but it was enough to give her that sexy, seductive appeal that Laura found impossible to resist.

Even without the makeup, or the tight leather, or those gorgeous boots, Laura had a feeling Chicklet would be sinfully tempting. If Laura let her guard down, the woman could ask for anything and it would be hers without a whisper of protest.

Hell, they might have already reached that point.

“So you agreed to mild pain and touching. Are there any hard limits I should be aware of?” Chicklet had turned to face her, expression unreadable.

Swallowing hard, Laura clasped her hands in front of her. “I don’t play with women, Mistress.”

“Don’t or won’t?” Chicklet tapped under her chin with a long, black polished nail when she dropped her gaze. “I prefer a sub to look me in the eye when we’re negotiating.”

Laura nodded and looked up. “Don’t. I’m not…” Damn it, she couldn’t meet Chicklet’s steady gaze and lie to her. Other Domme’s had shown interest, but accepted her polite ‘I don’t swing that way’ without question. She seriously doubted Chicklet would buy it.

And, more importantly, she didn’t want her to.

She cleared her throat. “I’ve only scened with one Dom. We knew one another for two years, so we reached the point where he knew how much I could take and not much conversation was needed.”

“Really.” Chicklet’s brow furrowed. “Is this the Dom whose subs wouldn’t let him come see you?”

Cheeks heating, Laura inclined her head.

“Did he ever challenge you? Try new things?” Chicklet lightly drew her nail down Laura’s cheek. Along the length of her throat, making her shiver. “Explore your attraction to women?”

“No. He knew what he wanted.”

“And what about what you wanted? What you needed?”

“I needed to serve him. To lose myself in him.” The answers to the last questions were easier. Just recalling the peace Mills had brought her sent waves of calm flowing over her entire body, almost like stepping into a warm, tranquil pool of water. “I had gone years without connecting to anyone before I found him.”

“How long has it been since he uncollared you?” Chicklet’s fingers glided over Laura’s shoulder, hooking to her bra strap before drawing it down. “It seems like you’re standing in place, waiting for him to come pick up the leash again.”

Shaking her head, Laura frowned. “I’m not. Yes, part of me hoped we could have what we once did because it was easy. Uncomplicated. He never asked for more than I could give him, never demanded time I didn’t have to spare. But even without him, this is a place he went to. That he said was safe. And discrete. I came a long way to find a little bit of what he gave me.”

“How long, Laura?”

“Six months.” She took a deep breath, the admission, the truth of everything she’d said somehow loosening the tension within. Waiting for Mills would have been truly pathetic, but she really hadn’t been. She hadn’t even hesitated before exploring alternatives.

Chicklet’s smile seemed to light up all the shadows around them. There was approval in her eyes, as though she somehow knew exactly what Laura had been thinking. “You don’t sound like you’ve been pining away. That’s good. Have you dated since?”

“I haven’t dated since high school.” Laura let out a soft laugh when Chicklet’s smile faded. “It’s not a big deal. I love my job and I train hard. It might not show, but—”

“It shows. I like what I see.” Chicklet moved closer, lacing her fingers behind Laura’s neck as their breasts touched. Her lips slanted when Laura gasped. “The girl you dated. What was her name?”

Pressing her eyes shut, Laura tried to make her brain work as her pulse quickened and her blood rushed down to her core. A name that had haunted her dreams for almost fifteen years escaped her now. All thoughts of right and wrong slipped away. Chicklet’s body was offering what she’d denied herself for years.

One touch and the mask she’d worn like a second skin disappeared. She didn’t want to pretend anymore. Not that pretending would have done any good. Chicklet could see everything. Something that would terrify Laura normally, but should it now? She’d come here to satisfy urges no one back home would understand.

Why deny herself?

“One touch and I can see you letting go. I would love to dig deeper, to find out why you’ve hidden for so long, but I want to keep you in this place. To prove that you were right to expose yourself to me.” Chicklet leaned in, brushing her lips across Laura’s cheek. Her breath was a soft caress as she spoke softly. “You found peace submitting to a man. You will find so much more when you surrender to me.”

Kissing her throat, Chicklet backed her against a padded surface, lifting her arms over her head and deftly clasping cuffs around her wrists. She brought her head up, claiming Laura’s lips as she undid her bra.

The soft kiss grew more demanding as Chicklet pressed against her and Laura’s breath caught in her throat. A dizzying rush made her head spin as those soft lips parted and their tongues met. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone had kissed her like this. Mills would sometimes give her a hungry kiss before shoving her to her knees, but even that seemed weak compared to the way Chicklet overwhelmed all her senses with the smooth dip of her tongue and the pressure of her lips.

An onslaught of controlled passion, bringing on a floaty sensation somewhere between falling in a dream and being tipsy after a few too many. A tug at her wrist reminded her she was trapped. She whimpered, tugging hard as panic jolted her away from that beautiful edge.

She couldn’t lose herself this fast, no matter how easy it would be. That kind of release took trust and she didn’t know this woman.

This woman. She inhaled sharply. What the fuck are you doing?

Mentally accepting she could indulge didn’t erase the deep awareness of how wrong this was. Or the inner conflict between what she knew she wanted, and how unbearable taking it could be. She’d lost everything once with that kind of honesty. She couldn’t do it again.

“Shh… I’ve got you.” Chicklet wrapped a hand around the back of her neck, her firm grip bringing Laura back to solid ground. “It’s only a kiss, but you’re absolutely terrified. I thought some woman hurt you, and that’s why you stick to men, but there’s more to it.”

That soft, lulling tone reached something inside Laura that short-circuited all her defensive instincts. She blinked fast as her eyes teared. “Yes.”

“How old were you when you came out?”

Laura winced, not sure she wanted to answer that question. But like any good Domme, Chicklet recognized a trigger and wouldn’t continue until she made sure Laura was okay.

A kiss being a trigger was pretty messed up. But Laura hadn’t kissed another woman in a very long time. And Chicklet had figured that out, and why, without even trying.

“Thirteen.” Laura rolled her eyes, a tight smile on her lips. “I haven’t seen my birth mother since that day.”

“So you have another family now? One who accepts you?” Chicklet braced her hand above Laura’s head, looking into her eyes as she nodded. “Good. I’m happy you aren’t alone, that you found someone to help you through the worst of it. But you were left with scars that haven’t quite healed. Do you prefer men now because it’s simple, or because they can give you what you need?”

A tear trailed down Laura’s cheek and she swallowed hard. Letting men touch her was hard. She had to shut down emotionally, hoping they could reach her physically, but even then her body wouldn’t take what little they could give. Mills had the advantage because he’d connected with her through pure dominance. She’d hoped another man could do the same.

No such luck.

“It’s simpler, but…aside from my Master, I haven’t found anyone who can shut down what feels natural. And I hate it.” She ground her teeth as her voice rose with anger. Tamping down her emotions, she continued with forced calm. “I need to submit. It satisfies me in a way nothing else does. I thought that would be enough.”

“It might have been, for a while, but a good Dom would keep challenging you. Wouldn’t let you hide.” Chicklet ran her tongue over her bottom lip. “I’m not in any position to push you past all this in one scene. But if you want I can give you some release. Take you out of your head for a bit.”

That was all Laura was looking for. That escape that would take her away, and bring her back feeling whole again. Some days she felt like she was living underwater, completely numb. Mills had given her a chance to feel again. A chance to breathe.

She’d traveled all this way to find that again. Did it really matter if it was a woman who gave it to her? Even though she didn’t know her, she didn’t doubt that Chicklet had that unique quality possessed by few dominants. That ability to take complete control from any willing to surrender it to them.

And if nothing else, Laura was more than willing.

“I want that, Mistress.” Laura relaxed her hands, no longer fighting her restraints. She was grateful Chicklet hadn’t released her. Hadn’t given up. She lowered her gaze. “I need it.”

“All right, then let’s set a few ground rules.” Chicklet’s lips quirked when Laura glanced up at her. “I am a woman. A woman you’re attracted to. And there’s nothing wrong with that. You don’t have to take on all the intolerance out there, or confess your ‘sins’ to the world, but you do have to accept that it is a woman touching you.” Chicklet brushed her knuckles along the side of Laura’s bare breast. “Kissing you.” Leaning forward, Chicklet kissed her long and hard, leaving her aching for more. “And giving you everything you need.”

Laura took a deep breath and pressed her eyes shut. No more tears spilled, but her lashes were wet. Chicklet’s offer made sense, but scared her. Accepting meant opening a door she’d shut tight long ago. She’d given up on finding anyone she could call her own because she knew no man could ever be what she needed. A woman could, but she’d refused to even explore that option. Which left her cutting herself off from a real relationship. One that would fulfill her in every way.

Tonight, if she gave in, she couldn’t turn back. She’d have to admit she wanted more. That she wanted to share her life with someone. Not someone far away who could never demand more, who’d never want to. She wasn’t sure why, but she couldn’t ignore that facing the wall she’d built around herself, that rising up to look past it, would make her desire all that lay beyond.

Desire was only a small step, though. Chicklet wasn’t asking for anything long term. She was asking for tonight. And that wasn’t so hard. Tonight, Laura could take that step and explore what could be without turning her whole world upside-down.

Tomorrow…well, if Mills had come, if he’d given her that release she needed, nothing would have really changed.

She would go home, a little more relaxed, and do what she always did.

Maybe with a new hope for something real. But that was a choice she could make later.

“I see you, Mistress.” Laura smiled, releasing all the tension within. “And I’m willing to take whatever you give me.”

“That’s all I needed to hear.” Chicklet leaned in for another kiss, laughing softly against her lips. “We’ll go with the club safeword. Time to fly, little dove.”

Someone must have brought Chicklet’s toy bag while Laura was lost in her thoughts, because Chicklet stepped back to kneel beside it. The large leather bag was pretty full, gaping open when Chicklet unzipped it. She withdrew something wrapped in a cloth. A flogger, with slender, black leather falls and a sturdy black and gold handle.

Laura already knew exactly how that kind of flogger would feel on her ass, but her position confused her, because she was facing forward. Mills had only ever restrained her like this for nipple clamps and using a vibrator on her pussy. Where the hell did Chicklet plan to hit her?

As though reading her thoughts, Chicklet smirked and rose to her feet. She pulled something out of the snug pocket of her leather pants. A package of gum. She popped a white piece into her mouth. “Oh, you’re going to be fun to play with. These beautiful breasts have been neglected, haven’t they?”

Frowning, Laura shook her head. “I’ve done scenes with nipple clamps.”

“And?” Chicklet sighed, releasing the cool scent of mint. “Pet, I won’t accuse all Doms of not giving breasts the attention they deserve, but many stick with the same routine. Clamp, suck, and fondle. You present your ass for flogging as if that’s all you know. Let’s change that up a bit, shall we?”

Without waiting for a response, Chicklet began twirling the flogger, letting the falls brush over Laura’s breasts lightly. Laura tensed with the first lick of leather, relaxing when she realized Chicklet was only warming up. Many Doms started off too fast, leaving her scrambling to brace for the pain. She preferred a buildup, a little time to ease into the scene. She loved the power exchange, loved knowing that her every response brought the Dom pleasure.

Many scenes were set up in a way that she couldn’t tell if she was giving anything at all. She had to hope accepting whatever came at her was enough, but Chicklet left no doubt as to what she was getting out of this. She smiled as the pressure increased and Laura’s lips parted.

The warm shifted to a stinging burn, rising in an unpredictable rhythm that made it hard to brace for the next set. A swift brush of air, then the snap of leather, raining over her breasts.

Whoosh, THWAP, thwap, thwap, thwap, THWAP.

“So pretty.” Chicklet made a low sound of satisfaction, resting the flogger on Laura’s shoulder with the falls curved around the back of her neck. Her soft hands covered Laura’s breasts, soothing the sting. “Shall we continue?”

Licking her lips, Laura nodded. Her cheeks grew almost as hot as her breasts when she caught a few eyes on them from random people walking by. She didn’t usually mind being watched, but being completely comfortable with a woman’s attention would take some time. Which she didn’t have while bound on display.

“Use your words, Laura.” Chicklet studied her face for a moment, then glanced over her shoulder, chuckling as she caught the gaze of her friend from the bar standing next to another man off to the side. “Does being watched bother you?”

“No, Mistress.”

Chicklet faced her and frowned. “Try again. The truth this time.”

Looking down, Laura sighed. “I’m not sure how I feel about people seeing me with a woman.”

“That’s easy enough to fix.” Chicklet reached down into her back, swiftly pulling out a length of black silk. “Let’s make them easier to ignore.”

A blindfold would definitely help, but Laura was torn. She still wanted to see Chicklet. “Thank you, Mistress, but… I would rather shut them out than not see you.”

A brilliant smile spread across Chicklet’s lips and her eyes shone with pleasure. She leaned forward, kissing Laura in a way that felt like the sweetest reward. Such a little thing, but her approval was a prize Laura wanted to keep winning.

“You’re precious, pet. I haven’t enjoyed anyone like this in a long time.” Still, Chicklet held up the silk, which was actually a fine quality chiffon. “Folded, this completely cuts off all sight, but I will cover your face, giving you a veil that will let you see me, but fade out everything else.”

“That would be perfect.” Laura smiled shyly, holding still as Chicklet covered her face with the soft material and tied it behind her head. “I appreciate this, Mistress.”

“Mmm, we’ll see about that.” Chicklet let out a light laugh that Laura knew too well. One that said a Dom planned to push her to the limit. “Are you ready?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

This time, there was no warm up. Through the black veil, Chicklet’s eyes took on an intense focus as she swung the flogger. Laura’s sharp breath had her lips curving slightly. She wet her lips with her tongue as Laura’s breasts bounced with each rough inhale.

The lick of the falls came faster, not slicing at her like this speed had done in the past, but landing in a way that spread the slap of heat over one side of each breast, then the other, until both were tender and heavy. Her nipples were spared, but the sensations had them erect and aching.

A fiery pulse throbbed in her breasts and she clenched her thighs as the pulse traveled downward. Her clit tightened, and her pussy grew so hot and wet she couldn’t hold back a whimper as she felt herself edging close to release.

She moaned as Chicklet rested the flogger on her shoulder again. Fought not to tug against her restraints as soft fingers skimmed a lazy figure eight on one breast, then the other.

“Please…” She panted, not even sure what she was asking for. She wanted Chicklet to touch her. She needed her to continue. That beautiful haze was blanketing her mind, offering an escape, but she couldn’t take it. Not yet.

Circling closer and closer to her nipples with her fingers, Chicklet gave her a hooded look. “Please?”

“I can’t… Oh God, please don’t stop. Please, Mistress.” Her words sounded slurred to her own ears. Her eyes fluttered closed behind the veil. “I shouldn’t—”

“None of that.” Chicklet’s fingers brushed over the sensitive nubs. Closed around both nipples. And squeezed.

Gasping, Laura tipped her head back, her hips jerking forward as a sharp jolt of pleasure lanced through her breasts.

She didn’t even realize Chicklet had stepped away again, but she could hear the flogger cutting lightly through the air. The sound of it hitting her flesh. But the strikes were no longer separate. They came together, scalding heat, exquisite burning, stealing over every inch of her.

The blazing pressure moved to her stomach. To her outer thighs. She trembled as her legs were gently pulled apart.

Flames licked her pussy and she cried out. It came again and again. Returned to her breasts. The next strike on her pussy contained the heat of a branding iron, merciless and direct, lacking the slice of pain. Her clit swelled, absorbing the liquid fire until it consumed her.

Pressure built up within, bursting out. Her nerves lit like a thousand tiny sparks of pure light. Everything within clenched down, undulating over and over as the climax shook her whole body. Her eyes teared as another powerful wave lashed through her, never-ending ecstasy, holding her under, mercilessly giving her everything she craved.

Her legs wouldn’t hold her anymore. The waves receded and the dull throb of music returned. Cold air brushed over her sweat slicked skin. She tried to open her eyes. Realized they were open, but her vision was blurry. She felt as though she was falling.

Strong arms wrapped around her. Lifted her. “Shh. I’m here, little dove.”

Mint. When had mint become her favorite scent? She giggled, resting her head on Chicklet’s shoulder. The veil fell away, but she still couldn’t see. The room was moving too fast around her.

“My sweet girl. You needed that, didn’t you?” Chicklet seemed to lower suddenly, bring Laura with her. Warmth surrounded her. Chicklet pressed her lips to Laura’s forehead. Then looked up. “Thank you, Sloan.”

No reply, but Laura heard steady footsteps moving away. Her mind was beginning to clear. She was curled up in Chicklet’s lap, a soft blanket wrapped around her.

She tensed, not sure if she should move. Part of her wanted to. Wanted to end this scene the way she would any other. With a “Thank you, Sir.” And a “Yes, I’m fine.”

But Chicklet wasn’t ‘Sir’ and being held by her was like nothing Laura had ever experienced. Her grip tightened slightly when Laura shifted. She made a low warning sound.

Laura was exactly where Chicklet wanted her. She would not be pleased if Laura tried to go anywhere before they were both ready.

Which was nice. Laura relaxed into Chicklet’s embrace and let out a soft sigh of pleasure.

“Good girl.” Chicklet tipped Laura’s chin up with a finger. “Take a few sips, pet.”

A bottle of water touched Laura’s lips and the cool liquid filled her mouth. Some spilled over her chin, but Chicklet didn’t seem to mind. She smiled as Laura swallowed, then capped the bottle and set it aside.

“How are you feeling? Are you ready to talk?”

Talk? Laura reached for the water again, not sure she could form words yet. She took a small sip to wet her tongue and cleared her throat. “I’m not sure what to say except thank you, Mistress. You’re right. I really needed that.”

Chicklet inclined her head. “I know, but there’s more. You denied part of yourself in only sceneing with men. Will that change now?”

Throat tightening, Laura stared down at the bottle in her hands. If she could, she would scene with Chicklet again. She didn’t even have to think about it. The woman had taken charge completely. Had read her like no one else could. She’d asked enough questions to make Laura feel secure without ruining their dynamic.

Could another woman do that? Maybe. But Laura couldn’t even wrap her brain around that now.

She hid her face against Chicklet’s shoulder. “I don’t know. I’m not sure even a man will live up to what you just did.”

A low, pleased laugh shook Chicklet’s breast against her cheek. “I appreciate your honesty. And I will reward it with some of my own. If you and I both lived here, I would ask for another scene. I haven’t enjoyed anyone this much in a long time.”

“I could…” No, that was silly. She’d known the woman only what, a few hours at most? She considered what both Chicklet’s friend, Sloan, and Chicklet herself had said earlier. She wasn’t new to the scene. It didn’t have to take days to figure out if she was compatible with someone.

But traveling to have this kind of experience…she’d been through that and knew how much it hurt to be discarded once your purpose had been served.

“Unfortunately, I can’t read your mind, little dove.” Chicklet tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Finish what you were saying. I’m leaving tomorrow night after the game. I have a workshop at C.A.K.E in the morning, but I won’t be attending the banquet. I’d love to make time for another scene, but you’ll be quite sore in the morning.”

That much Laura had expected. But she couldn’t help reaching for a little more. For this not to be the end. “What game?”

“The Dartmouth Cobras are playing the Blackhawks. One of the perks that convinced me to make the trip.” Chicklet grinned and nodded at the two men, who still hadn’t taken part in a scene, but were watching an erotic suspension scene taking place in a cleared out area in the corner of the room. “They’re both part of the team. I get to beat one of them if they lose.”

Laura’s eyes widened. She couldn’t picture the black haired man kneeling to Chicklet. The blond, maybe, but the way Sloan teased him, and watched his every reaction, she’d assumed some kind of relationship between them.

But focusing on that was a mental deflection. Chicklet had come to see a team from Nova Scotia play. She knew the players. She wasn’t from Chicago.

How far had she come to be here?

“The look on your face.” Chicklet chuckled and gave her a little hug. “I’m teasing.”

“No, it’s not that. Well, yes, I can’t imagine either of them letting you beat them.” Her brow furrowed. Maybe she should just ask. “Where are you from?”

“Digby, Nova Scotia. A small town with just over two thousand people, but it’s awesome. I spend a lot of time in Dartmouth though.” Chicklet cocked her head. “And you?”

“Halifax.”

“No shit?” Chicklet’s lips parted in a brilliant smile. “Let me guess. You saw C.A.K.E on FetLife? Either that or at Blades and Ice. I’ve been pimping it like crazy.”

“FetLife.” Laura relaxed in Chicklet’s arms, not sure why she wasn’t freaking out about this new bit of information. She should be. She’d worked so hard, for so long, to keep just her kinky side private.

Even admitting to herself that she was a lesbian was hard.

Though maybe she couldn’t claim that label at all. She’d been with men. Enjoyed sex with them.

Kinda.

Sometimes.

“Laura, I need you to listen to me very carefully.” Chicklet stroked her cheek with her knuckles. “Whatever you’d like to do from this point on is up to you. I’d like to see you again. For a scene, for a movie…hell, if you want I can probably get you a ticket to the game tomorrow.”

“I’d like to see you too.” Laura bit her inner cheek and groaned. “But I’m…I’m not sure it would work. I found a Dom far away from me for a reason.”

Nodding slowly, Chicklet moved her hand to Laura’s hair, petting her idly, her eyes on the dark club which was slowly clearing out. “I know you did.”

The atmosphere around them seemed to shift. Maybe it was just everyone saying goodbye and heading home. They could do the same. Laura wasn’t hazy anymore. She’d be sore tomorrow, but she knew how to handle that. Had done it many times and been perfectly fine.

Halifax was far enough from Digby that running into one another by chance was unlikely. They could part ways now and Laura could move on with her life. She’d gotten everything she’d came for.

She shouldn’t want more.

But she did.

Holding her tongue between her teeth, she tipped her head back, sliding down abruptly so she was laying on Chicklet’s lap. She bit back a laugh as Chicklet smiled down at her.

“I’m not that into hockey. And my flight leaves tomorrow afternoon anyway…I got here Wednesday morning. I wasn’t interested in the vendor displays or the masquerade ball, so I figured I’d enjoy the rest of my time off at home. Unless Sir had…” She rolled her eyes. She might have taken a later flight if Mills had asked.

“I see.” Chicklet gave a light shrug, then eased off her lap to sit beside her. “Well then, it was a pleasure—”

“Wait! I didn’t mean that to sound so final.” Laura took a deep breath. “I have the whole week off. I’d like to see you back home, if that’s all right?”

“Are you sure you’re ready for that?” Chicklet’s brow arched at her nod. “I guess all the hedging gave me the wrong impression.”

No surprise there. Laura clasped her hands on her bare thighs, wishing she’d put clothes on before getting into this conversation. Chicklet had every reason to wonder if Laura had any idea what she wanted.

Strangely enough, the biggest problem was this felt like asking a woman on a date. Asking a Domme on a date. And she’d never done either before.

Asking one of her first crushes, Stacey, to dance at prom had been the closest she’d come to asking for intimacy from anyone. They’d dated for a while, a couple of idealistic teens who believed their love could conquer all.

In college, no one had really cared about them being together, but things were very different in the workforce. There was an undertone of hostility toward queers in the police academy, and Stacey became a student teacher in a Catholic school with very specific—yet carefully worded—rules of conduct.

Laura had been willing to face all the hate in the world for Stacey, but with demanding careers, they hadn’t even had time to make a statement. And the few times they tried to go out in public Laura got nervous every time someone caught them holding hands. Stacey accused her of not being serious about their relationship, but Laura’s real issue was she’d never faced how much damage being kicked out on the streets by her mother had done.

They’d split without too much anger and moved on with their lives. She’d been hurt for a while, lost without that warmth by her side at night and all the passion they’d shared. Throwing herself into her work eventually dulled the pain. She got used to being on her own.

Last she’d heard, Stacey had married a sweet British woman, adopted two kids, and moved to New York to work at a private school.

All that while Laura had slipped back into the closet, not dating, not having much of a personal life at all until she discovered BDSM. And met Mills.

Mills showed her that giving up control for a few hours could satisfy her every need without putting her heart at risk. She’d grown attached to him, but she didn’t even cry when she read his email, explaining why they had to break things off.

Six months wasn’t that long compared to the years she’d been alone, but with a few flicks of her flogger, Chicklet had opened up a dam and Laura couldn’t stop the flood. She missed being held. Missed being kissed and touched. Missed having someone besides her brother to share all the good and the bad in her life.

There was no telling if Chicklet could be that someone. Not after one night.

But what if she was?

She didn’t believe in fate, but she did believe in not letting opportunities slip through her fingers. Life was too short for regrets.

The music died, the lights flicked on and she blinked as everything around her changed. The club didn’t look so sexy anymore. The scent of cleaner filled the air, a sharp bleach scent. All the benches and chains and props seemed strewn haphazardly around the room, like abandoned playthings in a child’s messy room.

But even in the light, Chicklet hadn’t changed at all. She sat next to Laura, her expression calm. Patient, as though she was ready to wait as long as it took for Laura to tell her what she needed to hear.

Laura lifted her head and smiled. “I’m ready.”

Chapter 3

Chicklet sat behind the glass, sipping her beer and rolling her eyes as a fan behind her bitched about a clearly legal hit. Second period and her boys were leading 3-1. In her opinion, they’d gotten lucky. Their goalie, Giroux, seemed off tonight, but they had a solid defense with Dominik Mason, who logged in more ice time than almost anyone in the league. The muscular black man, who served as team enforcer, had blocked several shots with his body, and taken out two agitators with bone crushing hits.

Those two were also the Blackhawks’ leading scorers, and without them, the Dartmouth Cobras had a distinct advantage. Chicago’s team was already struggling with injuries, leaving them with no choice but to pull up players from their farm team.

Which meant the Cobras couldn’t brag if they won. Anyone could see they were playing sloppy as shit.

Didn’t change her deal with Sloan though. The man had bet her they’d score three goals in the first period. If he won, she had to put on his jersey for the last two periods, which he knew she found fucking lame.

Yes, she loved him, but she didn’t have to wear his number on her back to prove it. If she had to pick one member of the team to represent, it would be Mason. Those brutal hits of his had made buying his jersey not long after he joined the team a worthy investment.

But between periods she’d gone to the washroom to change into the jersey her smug best friend had handed her before the game.

A deal was a deal.

I’m so gonna make him pay for this.

Despite the stupid bet, she had to admit, she’d be a fan of the team even if Sloan didn’t play for them. For a new team with all the odds stacked against them, they fared pretty well in the standings. Tonight might not be a stellar example of what they were capable of, but the core of the team still showed that desperation they needed to prove they belonged in the league.

Still, this late in the season she hadn’t expected the game to be so boring. The third line hit the ice and it was like every man out there had forgotten how to hockey. She slouched back in her seat, uncertain if that was the only reason she was so disinterested tonight.

Maybe she was just eager to get home.

Or maybe you’re missing a sweet little sub who’s waiting for your call.

Thinking of Laura made Chicklet smile. She wasn’t in the habit of lying to herself, so yes, she couldn’t wait to see her again. They’d taken a cab back to the host hotel together, and Laura had jotted down her phone number on a Post-It note she plucked out of the day-planner in her purse. Shyly told Chicklet she was free all week before stepping onto the elevator.

After Laura had gotten dressed, Chicklet took a minute to adjust to how different she appeared from the woman who’d been bound in only a lace bra and panties. Her dark blue skirt suit was so much like a uniform; she wasn’t surprised to learn Laura was a cop. Sure, Chicklet knew a few cops who dressed casually off duty, but something about Laura made it clear she brought that clean cut, take-no-shit, attitude home with her.

The only time she set down the weight of the badge was probably when she submitted to the right Dom. One who could set her free from all the responsibilities. Who could help her forget the twisted shit she must encounter every day.

Chicklet had played with people in high-stress jobs before, seen how much good she could do for them, yet every one wanted the same thing from her. The traditional confines of a relationship—which she just wasn’t built for. Sure, she knew even in the lifestyle, her way of doing things didn’t fly with everyone, but fuck them. She enjoyed her life. She was a bisexual woman, and a Domme trained in almost every kink imaginable. Why the hell would she let anyone set limits on her?

But she did know Doms and Dommes in the lifestyle in open relationships who had that special pet they cherished. A person to come home to at the end of the day. The one that wasn’t there just for play.

Her longest relationship had been with the Domme and Dom who trained her. She’d been eighteen when she met Zed and Jaylene. She’d submitted to them for over a year before she’d even explored becoming a Domme herself. They’d had something of a triad until she’d hit her mid-twenties and the relationship had worked for her. It wasn’t restrictive. There was no jealousy, which she’d never really understood on observing ‘normal’ couples.

Moving forward, not much had changed. She had no dreams of a white picket fence, or babies, or even sharing her home. Despite years of schooling, learning everything from business management to phycology, she decided she would become a bartender like her father and manage his bar in Digby. And spent some time working as a pro-Domme.

She still took the odd appointments—the money was good—but they weren’t as satisfying as they used to be.

Actually, not a single scene she’d done in years was half as fulfilling as the one with Laura last night. Strange, because in comparison, it was a pretty mild scene. She tended to play a bit edgier, push as many limits as she could.

But the limits for Laura had been pushed to the brink the second Chicklet had touched her. Once she’d been bound and blindfolded, she surrendered so completely, so honestly, Chicklet did everything in her power to keep the scene going as long as possible. She wanted Laura to need more from her, even though, at that point, she hadn’t had a clue how that more could be had.

Going from an implied ‘That was fun, have a nice life’ to ‘Maybe we could go out sometime?’ had been awesome, but her reactions worried her. She knew better than to get involved with a sub so conflicted with their own desires.

People paying money, after filling out a long form consisting of limits, then a waiver, tended to be very clear about what they wanted. Blades & Ice had all the fun paperwork to weed out the thrill seekers, the timid, and the predators. Which made casual play easy.

She had a feeling Laura could do casual. Keeping things between them light would be practical for them both. After just one scene, Chicklet shouldn’t even be thinking beyond the kinky fun they could have next time.

Only…she couldn’t seem to stop.

The period ended and Chicklet apologized when a young man hesitated at her side, asking softly if he could pass. Smiling, Chicklet stood. The boy’s eyes widened and he tripped backward. She grabbed his arm and his skin went white.

“Easy, kid.” She fought not to laugh as he swallowed hard and gaped up at her. “I don’t bite.”

That’s a lie.

Of course, he was a little too young to toy with. She didn’t mind a cute twink now and then, but she preferred to earn that anxious look.

“I’m sorry, lady. I…umm…you’re really tall.” Red spread over his cheeks, all the way up to his ears. “But not in a bad way!”

Is there a bad way to be tall? She laughed, not taking offense because she’d dealt with this before. “Goalies tend to be a good height. Helps you cover more space between the pipes.”

His eyes shone with excitement. “You’re a goalie? That’s so cool! I’m the goalie for my local team, the Bear Paws. We’re nothing special—I won’t ever be at their level.” He shot a longing glance toward the rink.

“Hey, you never know. A lot of them played for small teams all over before being picked up.” Another look at the boy and she put him in his late teens at best. Cute as a puppy, but not suitable prey. Still, she never turned down hockey talk. “One thing the league needs more of is quality goaltenders.”

He gave her a broad grin. “For sure. And I—”

“Hey, Pete! You coming?” The boy’s friend, who’d headed the other way, called out to him impatiently.

The boy, Pete, rolled his eyes. “I gotta go. Wanna stay and support the team, even though they’re getting their asses handed to them by your guys.” He shrugged. “My friends wanna go party. What can you do?”

“It was nice talking to you, Pete.” Before he could step away she reached out, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, kid? Don’t forget what I said, eh? You want what they have? It ain’t easy, but it’s not impossible.”

She wasn’t sure why she thought he needed to hear that, but his excitement was hard to ignore. For all she knew he was just another teenager with all kinds of dreams, but no drive. The hockey players she knew dedicated their life to the game. But they’d all been young once.

He inclined his head, his brown eyes serious. His friend called again and he sighed. “Thank you. Coach says I’ve got potential. Maybe I can get an invite to training camp or something. That would be cool.”

“That would be.” She waved him off. “Have a good night.”

“You too!”

Settling back in her seat, she watched the Zamboni resurface the ice, sipping at her beer and letting her mind wander. She’d managed not to think about Laura through that entire conversation. At least five minutes. A new record!

Her phone buzzed in the pocket of her jeans. She pulled it out and smiled.

A text from her girl.

She’s not ‘your girl’.

The fact that she had to remind herself was messed up. But screw it, she wouldn’t deny that she wanted to make Laura hers.

LAURA: Hey, I hope I’m not catching you at a bad time. I checked on the game and saw the second period was over. I just wanted to let you know I’m home. And see if you still want to hang out this week.

Chicklet’s smile widened. Laura wasn’t into hockey, but had tuned in for the right time to text?

Could she be any more perfect?

CHICKLET: That was very thoughtful of you. I’m taking the red-eye home, and crashing at Sloan’s place for a day or so. What did you have in mind?

She could tell Laura was typing, but then stopped. Started and stopped for what seemed a ridiculously long time. Unless she was typing out a novel, in which case, at least she was spacing the paragraphs.

The typing stopped. Resumed.

LAURA: Would you like to come to my place for dinner?

Short and simple, but asking clearly hadn’t been. Chicklet had a feeling Laura wouldn’t have asked this at all if she was a man. The woman was smart. Careful. Some might figure the scenes she’d participated in proved otherwise, but those people had a very narrow view of the lifestyle.

Regardless, it was interesting that Laura was inviting her to her place. Maybe it was safer than being seen in public with a woman, but…she had neighbors, didn’t she?

Neighbors won’t think twice about her having a female friend over.

True.

Which meant Chicklet could remain a dirty little secret.

And she had no idea how she felt about that.

CHICKLET: Are your walls soundproof?

Yeah, she was being a bit of a bitch, but fuck it. She’d always been honest about what she expected from her subs. If Laura wanted nothing more than friendship, she’d better make that clear from the get-go. If she was considering Chicklet as her Domme there was no point in pretending she was going there for a casual meal.

She kept her circle of friends small, most were teammates from her beer league. They hung out at bars, or went out for greasy burgers. She didn’t do potluck dinners and other stiff social gatherings.

Laura didn’t seem the type to go for those either, but who knew? She might want to pretend they were just friends to keep up appearances. In which case they could go to a restaurant. Chicklet knew how to behave in public.

You’re making way too much of this. She wants to see you. Isn’t that all that matters?

The next text kept her from having to answer her own question.

LAURA: Not particularly soundproof, but considering how often I’ve heard my neighbor scream ‘Daddy’ to her husband, I’m not too worried.

I do think I should clarify something, though. I’m not asking you over expecting a scene, but I won’t say no to one either. I considered going out somewhere fancy, but…that’s not me. I want to get to know you, have a real conversation, not have to watch what we say because of who might be around.

That said, I hope we’ll get to hang out a lot this week. And after. In public.

Well now, this was an interesting development. Somehow Laura had eased all her concerns in a few sentences. Chicklet liked how perceptive she was. She didn’t sound uncertain, except with the last bit. Unless Chicklet was reading too much into that disjointed line, Laura would likely take her lead when it came to their future dates.

Even at her place, it sounded like she wanted Chicklet to take control of what happened between them. Fair enough. As a submissive, she might be wary of inviting a Dom over and expecting anything from them.

Which could come in handy.

CHICKLET: That sounds agreeable. When would you like me to come by?

A slight pause. Then a quick reply.

LAURA: I would love for you to come tomorrow, but you might be tired after all that traveling?

Damn it, why did the woman have to be so sweet? Chicklet grinned and shook her head. Here she was, ready to concoct all kinds of evil plans and Laura was excited to see her. Maybe they were on the same page after all.

CHICKLET: Tomorrow would be great. Would you like me to bring anything?

LAURA: Maybe your favorite drink? I have everything planned out, and a nice red wine to go with dinner, but I noticed you drinking beer and I’m not sure which kind you prefer… Unless you’d like me to pick it up?

CHICKLET: Wine will be fine. Text me your address and I’ll come over around 5pm.

After texting her address, Laura wished the team good luck and said goodnight. Chicklet watched the third period, more into the game than she’d been before. In the last few seconds, Sloan swiped the puck on a sloppy play. She leaped to her feet as he jetted toward the goal. He took his shot just as a stick hooked to his leg.

He hit the post hard. A second after the red light came on.

Goal!

Cheering, she watched the ice as Perron and Mason skated up to Sloan, helping him to his feet. He looked a little stunned, but didn’t lean on either man too heavily. After a few seconds, he skated on his own to accept fist bumps from the Cobra bench.

He was a tough bastard. But she’d still keep an eye on him. After he’d gotten his face torn open by a stick she’d caught him going from refusing to take anything for the pain to taking a bit too much when the doctor wouldn’t clear him to play. He’d been in a bad place—not that long ago actually. The stitches had been out a little over three months and his face was still tender to the touch. Not that he’d admit it.

If she wasn’t a Domme, accustomed to reading the subtlest body language, she probably wouldn’t have noticed how much he was hurting. Thankfully, she wasn’t the only one. Even now Perron was sticking close to Sloan’s side, watching him as Sloan laughed and nodded to the trainers, probably telling them he was fine.

The game ended with a 6-3 win for the Cobras. She headed out, cutting around the side of the building to meet Sloan at the exit from the parking garage. The guys were going out for a few drinks after the game and he’d asked her to join them.

She’d said no fucking way at first. Her flight was at 5am, which meant she had to be there around 3.

He’d offered to drive her. They had a deal.

A big black SUV eased past the security border, where fans had gathered to get signatures. Not many yet, but enough that the team’s security wasn’t letting anyone too close. Chicklet waited in plain sight, waiting for Sloan to wave her through.

Instead, when the dark window rolled down, Perron leaned forward, calling out to her. “Hey, Chicklet! Enjoy the game, darlin’?”

Chicklet snorted at the endearment, striding through the path security cleared for her. The southern boy was adorable. Didn’t seem sure how to talk to her most days, but she figured he was nervous about being too polite.

He’d ‘Ma’am’ed her once.

Just once.

“Ma’am, is it?” They were at the club, so she had on tight leather and a crop in her hand. She tapped the flogger under his chin. “I prefer potential subs show me that kind of respect on their knees.”

Laughing, Sloan stepped between them. “He’s a Southern boy, Chicklet. Be nice.”

Chicklet smirked. “I’m not ‘nice’. You sure he doesn’t want to play?”

Lips sliding into a crooked smile, Sloan glanced over at Perron. “Actually, no. Maybe he’s in the mood to let you put his balls in a vice. I make no judgment.”

Perron’s eyes narrowed. He looked from Chicklet to Sloan. Cocked his head. “Reckon I shouldn’t be too quick to say no. You said you’d show me the ropes, Sloan.” Max’s lips quirked as he held out his hand. “After you.”

Yep, she liked Perron. A lot. She hadn’t spent much time with him, but if he kept it up, she’d claim him as a friend.

Climbing in shotgun—why the hell wasn’t Sloan sitting here?—Chicklet buckled up, glancing into the backseat as Perron rolled the car onto the road.

Eyes closed, shirt off, Sloan sat very still on the middle seat, holding a towel—likely filled with ice—against his side. The skin around the towel was an ugly shade of red. Broken ribs.

Ouch.

“How you doing, big guy?” She reached back to pat his knee, which made him wince. “Oops.”

“And I’m the fucking sadist?” Sloan ground his teeth, glaring at her. “I’m doing awesome. Thanks.”

Blowing him a kiss, she turned her attention to Perron. “You gonna be all right playing nurse tonight? He’ll make it worse if someone don’t keep an eye on him.”

“Bless your heart.” Perron’s tone was dry. He shot her a sideways glance, his lips slightly curved, but his grip on the steering wheel turned his knuckles white. “I might could have figured that out—seeing as I’ve lived with the man almost two years.”

“Cheeky.” Chicklet kept her tone light, sensing Perron was trying to play like he wasn’t worried. Sloan didn’t much appreciate being fussed over, and he hated sympathy, which probably made Perron feel useless. He could use a distraction. “So, since going to the bar’s off the table, how about me and you chill out until I go catch my flight.”

Inhaling slowly, Perron’s gaze flicked up to the rearview mirror. “Sure. I could use a beer.”

“Perfect. And after we tuck Sloan in for the night I can torment the cute little bellhop while you watch. Make a night of it.”

A flush spread over Perron’s cheeks, but he seemed to relax a little. “You can’t just pick random people to play with.”

“Of course I can! Never hurts to invite someone to the game.” She gave him a sly smile as he wet his lips, and let her tone drop seductively. “When they say yes, the fun begins. Pleasure can convince people to do things they’ve never considered before. Things they believe are bad. Wrong. But feel sooo fucking good.”

Perron swallowed hard.

Sloan shoved the back of her seat. “Don’t toy with him.”

She frowned back at him. “Don’t hit my fucking seat.”

“Karma, bitch.”

Giving him the finger, she slouched in her seat, pleased to see they were almost at the hotel. As much as she enjoyed getting Perron worked up, Sloan was right. Toying with him was cruel.

He might be finding his way as a Dom, and delving deeper into the lifestyle, but there was a reason he spent more time watching than participating. If he got in too deep with a girl, he’d fall in love. The way Chicklet played would blur the lines and she’d end up breaking the poor boy.

Breaking your best friend’s toys is bad form.

Once they were parked she got out and opened the back door to help Sloan out. He moved stiffly, his face an ashen color as they made their way inside to catch the elevator. None of them spoke until they reached the guys’ room.

Lowering carefully to the bed closest to the window, Sloan let out a soft laugh, wincing as the sound left him. “All right, seriously. You’re not spending your Saturday night hovering over me. And yes, I mean you too Chicklet. You might pretend that you don’t give a fuck, but I know exactly how you operate.”

“Do you now.” Chicklet sat on the edge of his bed, leaning over to take the ice from him since it had been over twenty minutes. She tossed it to Perron who set it on the freezer shelf in the mini-fridge. “Care to share with the class?”

Sloan leaned back on the pillows and dropped his forearm over his eyes. “You don’t know Max, so you checked on him first to make sure he wasn’t stressing. Now that he’s good you’ll try to take care of me without making it obvious, because you know I hate that shit.”

Yes. Pretty much exactly that. She shrugged. “So?”

“So why are you still here? Go to the bar. Invite that cute little subbie you met last night.”

“And let Max watch?”

“No.” Sloan lowered his arm, his gaze level. “Don’t go there, Chicklet.”

Pursing her lips, she studied his face. She was only joking, mostly, to see his reaction. Clearly, he wasn’t amused. Fair enough. The men might not be fucking, but in every way that counted, Perron belonged to Sloan. Which Chicklet could respect.

Time to change the subject. “You guys were horrible tonight. That last goal was sweet, but you slept through most of the game.”

“Noticed that, did you?” Sloan chuffed out another painful looking laugh. “Do you want to tell me why you’re not with that girl?”

“Because I’m with you.” She turned to Perron. “Did you make sure he didn’t stuff his meds in his pocket?”

Brow furrowed, Perron shook his head. “He’s not five. I didn’t think I had to.”

“Uh huh.” Chicklet motioned to the package of water bottles on top of the mini fridge. “Toss me one of those.” She looked at Sloan. “Take your medicine like a good boy and I’ll answer your questions.”

The face Sloan made reminded her how young he still was. A good Dom, with a fair amount of training, a skilled player, but most men didn’t really grow up until they hit their thirties. Some not even then, but Sloan still had almost five years to go.

Sliding his finger and thumb into his pocket, he pulled out two little white pills. Popped them in his mouth and chugged down half the water Chicklet handed him.

Arms folded over his chest, Perron watched them, looking none too pleased. “Why the fuck didn’t you take the pills? Am I missing something?”

Scowling, Sloan brought on hand absently up to his face. Then shrugged. “It’s nothing.”

“He’s worried he’ll get hooked again.” She ignored Sloan’s scowl and stood to pat Perron’s shoulder. “Don’t take it too hard—he didn’t tell me either at first. I just recognized the symptoms.”

Lips parting, Perron stared at her. He shook his head. “I can’t picture you—”

“Good, because I never have and never will get addicted to anything.” She dug her nails into her palm, trying to focus on how pleased she was that Perron couldn’t see her as an addict. Going down the dark path that particular trigger led to wasn’t fucking happening.

“Chicklet, come cuddle.” Sloan tried to slide down the bed and cursed. Staying where he was, he held out his arm and motioned to the small space beside him. “Max knows now. He’ll keep an eye on me.”

“He’d better.” She shook her head when Sloan patted the bed. “I don’t need to cuddle. I’m good.”

“Fine. Then at least sit. I’m getting a kink in my neck looking up at you two.” As she and Perron sat on the edge of the other bed, his eyes drifted shut. “So about that girl…?”

Damn it, the boy was like a dog with a bone, chewing until he got through the hard bits so he could reach the marrow.

She leaned against the fluffy white pillows piled up beside her. “Her name is Laura and her flight was earlier today. She texted me during the intermission to let me know she’d gotten home okay.”

“Too bad she couldn’t stay longer. You looked good together.”

“Thank you, I thought so too.”

“Nothing wrong with your ego at all.” He gave her a sleepy smile. The meds were kicking in. “So you gonna try the long distance thing?”

Lifting her shoulders, all nonchalant, she waited a moment, as though considering. “Maybe. I mean, Halifax is a bit of a trip, but we might be able to work something out.”

“Mmhmm. If it’s meant to be, you’ll…” His eyes opened in slits. “Halifax?”

Chuckling, she inclined her head. “Yes. She’s a cop there actually. I wouldn’t be surprised if a few of your boys knew her very well.”

“Huh. Small fucking world.” Sloan rolled over, all the muscles in his stomach tensing as he groaned. “Shit, this is gonna be a long night.”

“My poor baby.” That he didn’t snark at her was a clear sign of how much pain he was in. She checked the time on her phone. Another hour before she had to take off. Part of her didn’t want to leave him, but he was in good hands.

Already Perron was taking out the ice pack and wrapping it in a fresh towel. He handed it to Chicklet and stepped up to the bed. “Come on, buddy, let’s get you settled in. You good getting undressed in front of Chicklet?”

A grunt was his only reply. Perron bent down to take off Sloan’s shoes, tossed them aside, then undid his jeans. He managed to remove them without jarring the other man too much.

Easing the blanket out from under Sloan’s legs carefully, Perron covered him, folding the top over before holding out his hand for the icepack. He perched on the edge of the bed and held the ice to Sloan’s side.

Yep, Sloan definitely didn’t need her. She was pretty sure he’d passed out before Perron had gotten the first shoe off.

She smiled at Perron. “You’re a good friend.”

“I try.” Creases of concern lined his face as he glanced down at Sloan. “I didn’t know about the pills, though. How bad was it?”

Tugging at her bottom lip with her teeth, she considered her words carefully. She didn’t want to worry Perron too much, but she knew from experience how dangerous that kind of addiction could be.

“He started ‘losing’ a lot of pills. Getting moody for no reason—moodier than normal anyway. And he had that look in his eyes…it’s hard to explain unless you’ve seen it.” Her throat tightened. “Guess it’s a good thing I have.”

“Not so sure about that… I mean, that it helped him, yes. But you…” He dropped his gaze. “Look, you don’t have to tell me anything, but I know you and Sloan are close. What happened to his step-mother… Did someone you know—”

“Kill themselves?” She shook her head, understanding Perron’s concern. Sloan’s loss was a deep wound that would probably never heal. He was torn between hating the woman for abandoning him and his father when he was only twelve, and feeling guilty because she’d clearly been suffering.

Her situation was very different. She had absolutely no problem hating her biological mother. After spending Chicklet’s entire childhood addicted to one thing after another, then in and out of rehab, her mother had finally gotten clean.

And decided to blame her dependencies on her husband and her daughter. Life was too hard in their small town. She was bored. She wanted a real life. She hoped they’d understand and know she’d always love them.

The note she’d left behind, with the divorce papers, had made things very clear. As far as she knew, the woman was still out there somewhere, but she’d never gotten in touch. Chicklet was a problem she’d kicked to the curb, along with the drugs and alcohol.

Just thinking about the woman agitated Chicklet, so she did her best not to. And anyway, things had gotten better after she left. A few years later, her father had married an amazing woman who became the mother Chicklet never had. Their home was finally filled with love.

Which didn’t erase the damage that had been done, but Chicklet was happy. Had built a good life for herself.

There was no point in dwelling on the bullshit in her past.

She finally let out a light laugh and made a dismissive gesture. “I appreciate your concern, but it’s nothing. I knew an addict, went through some shit, and I’d be horrible helping someone with a serious problem. Sloan was walking down a dangerous path, but I yanked him back just in time.”

“I’m glad you did.” Perron put his hand on Sloan’s arm, his lips curving at the edges. “I love this twisted bastard.”

“I know you do.” Not that she understood their relationship at all. They were more than brothers, less than lovers, and somehow, it worked for them. The important thing was, Sloan had exactly what he needed.

Looking at them made her a little lonely, though. As close as she and Sloan were, they didn’t have that special bond. Of course, if they had she’d totally be fucking him.

Ugh, you need to get laid, girl.

Yeah, maybe that’s all there was to it.

“So, will you be seeing Laura tomorrow?”

Sharp little—all right, not really little—Southern boy, wasn’t he? She grinned, knowing any more vague answers would be pointless. He’d make a good Dom.

“Yes, I will.” She stood, ready to take the first steps to reach that goal. “And I can’t fucking wait.”

Chapter 4

The house smelled like heaven. One thing Laura could thank her mother for was inheriting her ability to cook, though her foster mother deserved most of the credit. She’d taken the time to teach Laura everything she knew.

This particular dish was a specialty of Debra Hamilton’s, falling-off-the-bones tender BBQ ribs with baked mac and cheese. Her foster mother had a few meals she made as a treat for Laura and her brother, but this had always been Laura’s favorite.

Not exactly a fancy choice for a first date.

Looking over the freshly polished, solid oak table, with all her fine china laid out, her linen napkins neatly folded around the silverware, and the wine and water glasses gleaming, she thought she’d found a nice balance between presentable, yet casual. She wanted to impress Chicklet without coming off too formal.

Unfortunately, Debra hadn’t been the one who taught her how to set a table. Back home with the Hamiltons, everyone grabbed their own plates and served themselves. Every member of the family worked hard, so they didn’t have time to put on airs. If Debra cooked, Laura, her foster father, and her brother cleaned up.

Putting her mismatched plates on the table had seemed a bit tacky. Of course, Chicklet might not care, but…

But those lessons you learned growing up as a Southern belle stuck.

Not a Southern belle. Her mother’s idea of one.

And no matter how hard she’d tried to live up to her expectations, it hadn’t been enough in the end.

Squaring her shoulders, she shoved the depressing thoughts aside. Chicklet hadn’t met her at a damn garden party. She was coming here to see the same woman she’d met at the club. The one who was wearing nothing but a flimsy bra and panties.

Only, this time, Laura wanted to show Chicklet all of her. Not just skin, but who she was as a person. And she wanted to learn everything there was about the Domme who’d taken control from her so effortlessly.

Chicklet had seen her in her standard clean cut wardrobe, which made her look very businesslike. A bit of a shield for Laura when she went to clubs—wearing them convinced her no one could guess how depraved she was just by looking at her. Tonight she was going for something softer. Something she couldn’t wear around the guys at work and wouldn’t wear if she was going out to play.

The dark blue, off the shoulder dress, brought out the color of her eyes and flowed comfortably down her body, teasing at her curves as she moved. With her hair in loose waves, spilling down her back, she felt relaxed and pretty. She wished she had more opportunities to dress like this.

Maybe, if tonight went well, she would.

The buzzer sounded and she hurried to buzz Chicklet in. A quick look around told her everything was set. Her apartment was small, but clean and bright. Welcoming.

She opened the door as she heard footsteps in the hall.

Chicklet stopped in front of her, an easy smile on her lips as she let her gaze trail over Laura with the warmth of a touch. “Nothing I can say won’t sound like a line. You’re beautiful, Laura. Even more than I remember.”

“Thank you.” A sweet fluttery sensation filled Laura as she tipped her head back to meet Chicklet’s eyes. “So are you.”

With a soft laugh, Chicklet lifted her shoulders. “I don’t own much more than leather, jeans, and T-shirts. I figured you’d be fine with whatever.”

‘Fine’ didn’t cover how she felt looking at Chicklet in front of her now. She didn’t know many women who could pull off sexy and commanding all at once, but Chicklet did it so naturally anything she wore would just flow into the image.

Black jeans clinging to her impossibly long legs and a simple, white button up sleeveless shirt that showed off her deep tan. No jewelry, hardly any makeup, but she still looked perfect to Laura.

A thin leather jacket was folded over Chicklet’s arm. Recalling her manners, Laura stepped aside to let Chicklet in and held out her hand. “Let me take that for you.”

“Thanks.” Chicklet passed her the jacket, stepping into the living room as Laura hung it in the hall closet. “Nice place. Have you lived here long?”

“Ever since I graduated from the academy.” Laura smiled, soaking in that little bit of praise. “I’d saved money for years, from babysitting money and part time jobs. While other kids wanted cars and clothes, I just wanted a place to call my own.”

Chicklet glanced over at her, her expression hard to read. “Was it that bad at home?”

“No! Not at all!” Laura should have expected that question. Chicklet wasn’t the type to miss much. “My foster parents are amazing. My foster brother is my best friend. But…I guess I always felt weird, needing them to support me for so long. I was emancipated at fifteen, which made it easier for us to move here—I wasn’t a ward of the state anymore. They got me in school, helped me get Canadian citizenship, paid for everything… They are my family, and I love them, but for the longest time it felt like charity.”

“So you were with them from around thirteen until you moved here?” Chicklet cocked her head slightly, as though sorting through the information. “They stopped ‘officially’ being your foster parents when you were declared responsible for yourself. Why do you still call them that?”

“Because I love the word foster. To me, it’s not just the job they took on. It’s what they did for me.” Laura ducked her head, feeling silly saying it. Her foster parents understood, and embraced the definition. They knew she was saying they’d chosen to love her, that what they’d given her was a gift she’d never take for granted. But most people thought she should ditch the label. “Usually they’re just Mom and Dad. But I introduce them as my foster parents.”

“That makes sense.” Chicklet slid her hand around the back of Laura’s neck, leaning down until their foreheads touched. “And you shouldn’t feel uncomfortable saying it. Sometimes, people need that clarification. My Mom is my step-mother. She didn’t have to treat me like her daughter, to fill that empty place in my life, but she did. Some people say ‘Step-mother’ like it’s a dirty word. I say it with pride and love.”

Damn, that felt good. Very few people outside her family really got it—not that she tried too often to explain, she liked her privacy. Opening up to Chicklet was scary easy.

And she was happy she had.

“All right, how about we continue this chat over dinner. Whatever you made smells fucking sinful.” Chicklet leaned down to kiss her. A soft brush of her lips, but enough to stir a different kind of hunger within. “I can already tell this was a much better idea than eating out.”

Leading the way to the kitchen, Laura pulled out a chair for Chicklet, then went to the stove to take out the ribs. She served them both, then set the mac and cheese on a thick mat in the middle of the table, scooping a neat little circle onto each plate.

The wine was in a small silver bucket of ice on the counter. She opened it, poured them each a glass, then studied the table. Had she forgotten anything?

Resting her elbows on the table, Chicklet steepled her hands, watching her with a gleam of amusement in her eyes. “Sweetie, this looks delicious, but I prefer to enjoy my meals with my host. Unless…” Her lips slanted slightly. “We can skip the first date and explore your position as my pet. In which case, you can sit at my feet and let me feed you.”

Laura went still, desire and need clearing all the jumbled thoughts in her head. She should not like that idea so much. Even after two years, Mills had never fed her from his hand. Their serious play began and ended at the club or in the bedroom. Yes, they still maintained some of the dynamics when they were together, but nothing intense.

What would it be like to share that exchange beyond sex? To lose herself into it in every aspect of her life? Obviously not at work, but she could imagine coming home and hanging up her uniform. Surrendering completely to the pleasure of someone else.

Someone like Chicklet.

“Not yet, little dove.” Chicklet’s tone was soft. Soothing. She held out her hand. “I can tell you don’t hate the idea, but we’re not at that point yet.”

No, they weren’t. They weren’t even halfway there. But sitting in the chair, rather than kneeling and completely letting go, took way more effort than it should.

“Drink some wine. Try to relax.” As though she’d been following Laura’s every thought, Chicklet lifted her glass, smiling with approval when Laura picked up her own. “We’ll explore many things, but it has to start somewhere. Our scene began and ended that night. We’re exploring something more.”

Taking a sip of her wine, Laura took a moment to enjoy the sweet, rich fruity flavor. She didn’t indulge often, but tonight had seemed the perfect time.

“What are we exploring?” She’d definitely planned to word that better. And clearly couldn’t blame the alcohol.

But Chicklet’s presence made her more than tipsy. The woman was like a drug that erased all her inhibitions.

As though she was well aware of that fact, Chicklet smiled. “Everything. Did you miss the memo?”

“I think I did.” Laura broke off a rib, pressing her tongue into her bottom lip. “But I’m good with whatever you have in mind.”

The conversation lightened up after that as they ate. Chicklet told her about playing hockey, how she’d been the goalie for her local team—which she called part of a beer league—since she was in her teens. Some of the girls she’d once played with were now playing pro, but Chicklet had never had their ambitions. And she didn’t say that as though she regretted not going for it. She said it as though she was happy for them.

Chicklet was like no one Laura had ever met. She didn’t talk about her life as though she wanted more. Everything she had she was excited about. From her work at the bar, which her father had built with her grandfather way back and was an important part of their community, to the trips she took across the country, across the continent, to teach about the lifestyle.

She was a bartender, a Domme. Nothing more and absolutely nothing less. She lived her life to the fullest and cherished every moment.

Sloan, and his teammates, were her friends. And she talked about them as though they were normal. Laura had never seen them that way before, but after talking to Chicklet, she wasn’t sure she’d ever see them the same way again. They had all the same insecurities, the same flaws as everyone else. They fucked up, they fell down and lost hope.

And without realizing it, Chicklet told her how she’d made a few of them rise again. She talked about Sloan a lot. About how, for his time in the minors and his first few years as a pro, he’d had the perfect career. He’d been in magazines. Had interviews every day. Was considered the next face of the league.

Until his face was ruined by a scar no one wanted to look at. The once confident man shied away from the cameras. Slipped into the shadows and considered giving up.

Chicklet clearly chose her words carefully when she discussed Sloan, but Laura had a feeling he’d gone through some things that still concerned her. Bringing up last night brought on the first long pause.

“It’s just a few broken ribs.” Chicklet wiped her fingers, covered with rib sauce, on her napkin before laying it on the table by her plate. “I doubt he’ll miss a game.”

“For broken ribs?”

“All right, maybe one game. I hope.”

“That’s insane. I’ve gotten paid leave for broken ribs. I thought teams were careful with their players.” Laura’s brow creased at Chicklet’s snort. “I don’t get it.”

“If he says he can play, and convinces the doctor he’s fine, he’ll play. A lot of players end up hooked on painkillers because they hurt all the time.” Her jaw hardened. “That won’t happen with Sloan, though. Not on my fucking watch.”

Intense, but Laura recognized Chicklet’s sentiments with those she felt for the officers she worked with. Not that the players were risking their lives, but Chicklet cared about them. Hated to see them hurt.

Just before her vacation break, Laura had dealt with a few cops coming in after a rare late night brawl, bloody and broken from the crowd turning on them. Not only did they get time to heal, Laura and others from their district took turns making visits to help with things like cooking, babysitting, and housework.

Maybe something like that would make Chicklet feel better. If she hadn’t thought of it already.

“You said you were spending a few days with Sloan and Max. Any chance you could stick around longer, make sure your boy doesn’t do anything stupid?”

Chicklet grinned as she took another sip of wine. “I was thinking the same thing, but I’m not sure he’ll go for it.”

“Blame me.” Laura shrugged at Chicklet’s questioning look. “Driving back and forth from Digby isn’t very practical. Tell him I’m a greedy sub and am demanding a lot of your time.”

That made Chicklet laugh. “He’ll tell me you need a spanking. And I doubt he’ll buy that I’d tolerate that kind of behavior. However, he will buy that I just can’t get enough of you.”

Warm satisfaction spread through Laura as Chicklet held her gaze, making it clear she meant every word. The plan also worked out on several levels. Chicklet could be there for Sloan. And she wouldn’t be far from Laura either.

She might not be a greedy sub, but she enjoyed Chicklet’s company even more than she’d expected. Not just the flirting, or the calming sense of power that surrounded the woman, but simply getting to know her.

They finished eating and Laura started cleaning up. Chicklet went to the sink and began rinsing off the dishes.

Laura almost dropped her glass. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Chicklet dried her hands on a dishcloth and placed her hands on her hips. “You cook, I clean.”

“No, you can’t do that. You’re my guest and a Domme and—”

“Oh, my sweet little dove.” Chicklet’s expression darkened as she languidly closed the distance between them, her tone lowering in a way that raised goosebumps all over Laura’s flesh. “You would have done much better stopping at ‘guest’. Are you in the habit of telling your Dom what to do?”

Oh shit. Laura swallowed hard, shaking her head. “No, Mistress.”

“We haven’t really discussed this, but you implied interest in me becoming your Domme.”

“Yes, but…” There was no point in trying to talk her way out of this. Not that she really wanted to. For some weird reason, she was both embarrassed that she hadn’t shown more restraint, and thrilled to finally have the true power exchange she’d craved for so long.

Which made what she had to do now very very simple.

“I’m sorry, Mistress.” She lowered her gaze, clasping her hands in front of her. “I forgot myself.”

“Clearly, but that’s to be expected. We’re still getting to know one another.” Chicklet’s level gaze intensified, as though she was gauging Laura’s response. “Have you been punished before?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“For what?”

Ugh, she really didn’t want to answer that. Mills had been a fairly easygoing master, putting up with a bit more than most would. She was never a brat, and didn’t push to earn punishments, but sometimes she spoke without thinking.

She wet her lips. “Usually for things exactly like this. Speaking out of turn. Teasing or sarcasm or—“

“I’m fine with teasing so long as we’re not in a scene. Rudeness is never okay, but you will always feel free to speak your mind unless I’ve told you to be silent.” Gently framing Laura’s jaw with one hand, Chicklet smiled. “Which leaves me with an interesting dilemma. We hadn’t set any rules, which means you couldn’t avoid breaking this one.”

“But I did.” Sensing Chicklet pulling back brought on a strange tightness Laura couldn’t shake. They were at the brink of something special. Something that would bring her exactly what she’d been searching for without even knowing she was. She lifted her chin. “I’m not stupid, Chicklet. And I don’t need to be coddled.”

“Feisty, I like that.” Chicklet’s lips thinned. “But you might as well be demanding discipline, which I don’t recommend. If you’d like to see what a punishment from me would be like, just ask.”

Ask? Laura’s lips parted. Asking for a punishment was worse than knowing she deserved one.

She had a feeling that was the point.

“If it wouldn’t be too much trouble, Mistress.” She took a deep breath. “I would welcome an example of what to expect.”

Chicklet inclined her head, a sharp, predatory gleam in her eyes. “It would be my pleasure.”

Chapter 5

Chicklet couldn’t wait to get her hands on Laura. A sample punishment wasn’t her first choice for doing it, but she’d take it. Better to get the fact that they weren’t for fun out of the way then end up with Laura constantly pushing to be taken in hand.

She doubted the woman would be naughty simply to get spanked, but she might do well with maintenance discipline. Something they could negotiate over time.

Tonight Chicklet had planned to keep things fairly vanilla, but screw it. She had no problem feeling out her sweet little pet, take her for a test drive they would both enjoy.

In the end, anyway.

Laura was not going to enjoy this part at all.

“Hands on the counter, little dove.” Chicklet squared her shoulders, schooling her expression as Laura braced her hands on the edge of the counter, glancing over to her for approval. Chicklet gave her a curt nod. “Head down.”

Stepping up behind her, Chicklet flipped the bottom of her dress up to bare her ass, revealing a pretty, pale blue thong. Fuck, the woman had a nice ass. Soft and round, nice and pale, it would show handprints perfectly.

“Now, tell me why you’re being punished.” Chicklet really wanted to hear the answer. This would not go well for Laura if she got it wrong.

Bowing her head even lower, Laura sighed. “Because I asked you to show me what it would be like.”

Good girl. Chicklet ran her hand over Laura’s smooth butt, displayed so nicely for her. “For future notice, I will punish thoughtless remarks telling me what I ‘can’t do’. Feel free to make requests. In this case a ‘Mistress, I’m not comfortable with guests cleaning. Would you like a cup of coffee while I finish up?’ would have been appropriate.”

“I understand, Mistress.” Laura’s tone was soft. Calm. Not that Chicklet would have hesitated to keep going if she was sullen or bitchy, but this proved communication shouldn’t be an issue between them.

“Excellent.” Chicklet gave her ass a little squeeze. “Now count for me.”

The first smack was a tease, mostly for her own pleasure. She loved keeping her subs a little off-balance, never sure what to expect. But the way Laura’s shoulders hunched told her how much she needed this. She probably wouldn’t complain about a few playful swats, but they would leave her unsatisfied.

Waiting for a few seconds, Chicklet realized Laura hadn’t counted.

Intentional or not, she’d just earned herself another smack.

The next one filled the room with the sharp sound of flesh hitting flesh. Chicklet’s palm stung a little, but she didn’t mind at all. Red blossomed on one round cheek.

Beautiful.

A soft moan from Laura was music to her ears.

“One.” Laura whispered, all her muscles relaxing. “Thank you, Mistress.”

Continuing, Chicklet altered the smacks between hard and fast, with short pauses between the quick slaps. Laura was trembling, panting as though she’d run a race, but she never failed to keep up with the number.

“Twelve, Mistress.” Slap! Slap! Slap! “Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, Mistress.”

During the entire spanking, Chicklet found herself sinking into a deep sense of calm, acutely aware of every inch of the woman in front of her. Every breath, the heat of her flesh, the gorgeous red shade of her skin. And more. Laura surrendered without hesitation. Gave Chicklet control so completely it was hard not to get drunk on the power.

Which wasn’t an option, but it was tempting. So tempting Chicklet couldn’t help worry that others could take advantage of her sweet girl. Yes, Laura was smart. Played carefully with others around in case she needed a way out.

She’s not doing that tonight.

It would be arrogant to assume Chicklet was the only one who could have made Laura feel safe enough to go home with her. That Laura was attracted to women on a different level removed some of the risks, but not all.

And her former Master had been a man.

They needed to discuss Laura’s experiences with him. See if there were any lingering issues. So far it seemed like he’d been a lazy, selfish Dom, but not cruel.

But since Laura spoke of him fondly, she might not consider anything he’d done out of place. If he’d been there the other night, Chicklet wouldn’t have stood a chance.

One last smack and Chicklet rubbed Laura’s blazing red skin, leaning down to press a soft kiss on the small of her back.

Laura exhaled roughly. “Twenty-one, Mistress.”

“Come here.” Chicklet pulled Laura into her arms, backing up until her thighs hit a chair. She sat and drew Laura onto her lap, cuddling her close. Burying her face into those soft brown curls, she inhaled the light, fresh floral scent. “You did very well. Let’s just rest here for a minute, then we’ll talk.”

Nodding, Laura leaned her head on Chicklet’s shoulder. But after only a few second, she looked up, biting her lush bottom lip. “I’m sorry I made you do that.”

God save Dommes from sweet subs with big blue eyes. Chicklet shook her head, pressing a kiss to Laura’s hair. “No one makes me do anything, pet. Sometimes, I give a sub what they need, even if it’s not pleasant for me. And that may happen, but this wasn’t one of those times. I don’t want to hurt you, but I enjoy giving pain that serves a purpose.”

Lips curving into a shy smile, Laura wiggled her butt in Chicklet’s lap. “I would have enjoyed that too if I hadn’t disappointed you.”

Chicklet laughed. “Naughty girl. But that’s good to know. I like spanking for fun. And getting creative with punishments. But I can’t stand having to make my punishments more and more intense because they’ve become ineffective. If a sub isn’t sorry in the first place, and doesn’t want to make amends, then we’re both wasting our time.”

“I agree.” Laura let out a contented sigh. “And I’m glad you were clear on what you won’t tolerate. Is there anything else I should know?”

The question pleased Chicklet. As did pretty much everything else about this snuggly little sub. She considered her answer carefully. “I’m not overly strict—I’ve had bratty subs and they can be fun. But I won’t diverge from the basics. Respect and honesty. If you’re not in the mood to play, just tell me. If we’re not in a scene and you want to debate with me on any issue under the sun, I’m good with that. But I won’t be pushed to do anything I don’t want to. And I value common courtesy.”

“That makes sense.” Laura wiggled again. “And in public?”

“You’re going to have to be more specific, pet.” Chicklet placed her hand on Laura’s knee, her pulse quickening as Laura’s pupils dilated. This conversation wouldn’t go on much longer. She idly slid her hand up Laura’s thigh, then back down, loving the way she squirmed. “At the club or at the mall?”

Laura’s eyes widened in feigned shock. “You go to the mall?”

“Under protest, but don’t be cheeky. I fully intend to fuck you tonight, but that will be difficult with you kneeling in the corner.”

The teasing smile on Laura’s lips shifted as they parted slightly. Lust filled her eyes. She ducked her head. “I’ll behave.”

“Good. Now, at the club, I will tell you embarrassing me would not go well for you. I’m active in the community and a badly behaved sub reflects poorly on me. But we both know you aren’t a newb. So you are aware of what’s expected of you.”

Laura nodded.

“At the mall? Hell, I won’t spank you for telling me pink is not my color, or a dress makes me look like I have no boobs.” She tapped Laura under the chin at her obvious attempt not to laugh. “Honesty and all. Some Doms don’t want friendship with their subs, but I do.”

“I like that. I didn’t think I would. I thought having my Dom up on a pedestal would be best, but…hell, just talking to you over dinner? It was awesome. I haven’t enjoyed being with anyone like that in a long time.” She gave Chicklet a hooded look and nuzzled against her breasts. “And just so you know, I think your boobs are perfect.”

All right, enough talk. Chicklet lifted Laura off her lap and stood to claim her lips. She groaned as Laura leaned into her, her kiss hungry and promising so much more. The bedroom was too far. Actually, Chicklet wasn’t sure where it was.

She didn’t really care. The table would do just fine.

Typically, she would go through the ritual of having a sub present themselves, build anticipation and turn foreplay into decadent torture.

But sometimes a woman needed to be swept off her feet.

Still kissing Laura, Chicklet raised her up onto the table, tugging her dress off her shoulders. The restrictive strapless bra had to go. Tossing it aside, Chicklet took a moment to admire her beautiful breasts. Pressing the other woman back, she slid her lips down her throat, sucking lightly as she moved back up to focus on the soft skin under her ear, a spot that made her suck in a breath and shift restlessly.

Lower, she licked along her collarbone, curving her hands under Laura’s breasts to enjoy their weight in her palms. Her tight little nipples were nice and hard. Chicklet couldn’t resist a taste.

Erect nipples were one of her favorite things to put in her mouth. The texture of them, all nice and slick, was like nothing else. Firm, but giving slightly to pressure, the deliciously sensitive bundle of nerves never failed to elicit a satisfying reaction. As she pinched Laura’s other nipple, rolling it gently, then tightening her grip, Laura gasped, her back arching off the table.

Chicklet used the opportunity to work her dress down to her hips, then tapped her thigh. “Up, little dove.”

Eyes drifting shut, Laura lifted her hips, and Chicklet removed her dress and that pretty little thong. Bending Laura’s knees, she helped her rest her feet on the edge of the table.

Completely exposed, Laura held her body still, but all her other little movements spoke volumes. Her fingers curled against the table. The tip of her tongue pressed into her bottom lip. Her breasts swayed subtly with every sharp inhale.

Trailing her fingers between Laura’s breasts, Chicklet felt her shiver. She smiled as she bent down to kiss the base of her stomach, chuckling at her little jump. Her fingers moved further down, grazing over the soft, slick folds of her pussy.

“Oh god…” Laura’s toes clenched against the table ledge. “Please…”

“Mmm, you’re so sweet when you beg.” Chicklet bent down, letting out a soft breath on those pretty plump lips. “Do it again.”

“Mistress, please…please…Ah!”

That sound, along with the sweet, heady flavor on her tongue, almost set her off. She flicked her tongue over Laura’s swollen little clit, using just the tip to lick along one side, then the other. With her fingers, she opened Laura to take more of her, to explore the hot folds, to tease over the slit that tried to tighten against her tongue.

Laura’s thighs pressed against her shoulders.

Chicklet lifted her head and gave her pussy a sharp slap.

“Ugh!” Laura gasping, her thighs trembling.

“Kept your feet where I place them, pet.” Chicklet stroked Laura’s pussy to show her she wasn’t mad. Little corrections were needed now and then. “I prefer to be free to move where I choose.”

A nod. Not the verbal response Chicklet liked, but she wouldn’t complain about rendering the woman speechless. She returned to licking her, this time increasing the pressure on her clit, then dipping her tongue inside her tight slit.

Her own pussy was aching with need, but she wanted to make Laura come once before she took her own pleasure. Using her fingers would be faster, but no, she wasn’t in a rush. She needed to hear those desperate little whimpers. Feel Laura struggling to hold still. Indulge in how even the slightest touch stole every ounce of her control.

“I fucking love your pussy, Laura. So much that I could keep you here all night, just tasting you. Not eating you out. Eating implies there’s a limit to what I can have.” She pressed her tongue in deep, curving it, sliding it in and out until Laura’s soft cries filled the room. “Even a buffet has its limit, even if it’s only that you will eventually have your fill. But with your mouth on a beautiful cunt, there’s no need for it to ever end. All I have to do is come up for air.” Taking Laura’s clit between her teeth, she tugged it lightly, with just enough pressure to edge on pain, without going too far.

By now, Laura’s whole body was shaking and a fine sheen of sweat slicked her skin. Her pussy was so wet, Chicklet couldn’t resist licking it long and slow, taking it all in. The moisture on her lips, the way Laura bucked against her face, told her all she needed was a little nudge.

“And then I can make you scream for me again and again.”

A last deep thrust of her tongue and Laura came apart, her back bowed, her nails digging into the table, and the muscles within undulating around Chicklet’s tongue. Another lick made her shudder and she let out a low keening sound. Likely too sensitive now, but as Chicklet constantly reminded people, she wasn’t nice.

She flicked her tongue over Laura’s throbbing little clit.

“Fuck! Ah!” Laura’s legs moved like she would close them. Widened again even as her feet slipped off the table. “Mistress, I’m begging you. I can’t…”

“You can.” Chicklet unzipped her boots and peeled down her black jeans. She didn’t bother with her shirt. In this position, Laura would have trouble reaching her breasts anyway.

Climbing onto the table, over Laura, she braced herself on her hands and leaned down to kiss her, letting her taste herself.

“And you will.”

Laura moaned as she felt Chicklet’s bare legs on either side of her hips, the heat of her pussy so close, yet not touching her. She wanted to share the pleasure she’d been given, but she knew Chicklet would tell her what she wanted.

The taste of herself on Chicklet’s lips, the deep passionate kiss, had her ready to do exactly as Chicklet had said. Continue endlessly, giving and receiving, over and over until they were both too tired to move.

“I need you, Laura.” Chicklet ground against her, letting her feel how slick she was. “Arms up over your head. I want to show you the benefits of a flexible Domme.”

The second she lifted her arms, Chicklet was moving, sliding her body over her in a way that had Laura aching to draw her closer. But when Chicklet settled with her knees on either side of Laura, her focus shifted. One part of Chicklet was almost close enough to taste.

All she had to do was lift her head.

Back arched, Chicklet brought her pussy even closer, and covered Laura’s mound with her hand. Her fingers rubbed over her tender lips and then came together to slip inside.

“Now, Laura.” Chicklet’s hips undulated, leaving no doubt as to what she meant. “I want to feel your mouth.”

Bending forward, Laura hummed with pleasure as she licked Chicklet’s pussy and two fingers filled her. This was different than anything she’d ever experienced. With her first girlfriend, they’d experimented with oral a few times, giggling about 69, but failing when they actually did it.

Focusing on getting someone else off, when so close yourself, was challenging. Taking turns was easier.

But she’d been young then, with no experience in the lifestyle. Being a sub had taught her to put another’s desires before her own. So she focused on dipping her tongue deep inside Chicklet, licking and sucking, panting as her own body struggled against losing its grip on the ledge.

Already those curved fingers were wreaking havoc on her control. She thrust her tongue in and out, breathing in the hot, musky aroma, tasting the sweetness of her Mistress’s pleasure.

Chicklet added another finger, pressing in deep, her hips rising and falling in a way that made it difficult to keep up any rhythm.

Until Laura realized she didn’t have to follow her own rhythm at all. Chicklet was showing her exactly what she wanted. Was taking it all.

Without warning, she came hard, fighting it only making the world spin faster as she clenched around Chicklet’s fingers. She pressed her tongue into Chicklet, moving it at the same pace as her fingers, which showed no mercy.

“Ah! Oh fuck yeah!” Chicklet pressed down, then rose up, clenching on her tongue as she came. She gently withdrew her fingers and rested on her hands and knees, gasping in air. “God, I fucking love your table.”

Laura bit back a laugh, turning on her side as Chicklet moved to sit on the edge of the table. “I have a very nice bed we could have used.”

“We’ll use it to sleep in.” Chicklet braced herself on her elbow and kissed Laura, a wicked gleam in her eyes. “But not for long. We’ll try out your shower next.”

The sleep part sounded good. The shower was tempting.

But first, she had to see if she could stand.

Chapter 6

“I’m glad you stopped hovering over my grumpy ass, but you could have stuck around you know.” Sloan laced up his skates, watching Chicklet from across the locker room. “I’ve never seen you so happy before.”

Chicklet shrugged as she finished strapping on her goalie pads. “I have responsibilities here. And Laura’s covering extra shifts. It’s fine.”

After extending her stay with Sloan and Max from a few days to three weeks—most of the nights spent at Laura’s—Chicklet had decided it was past time to come home. She’d loved every minute she’d spent with Laura, and checking on Sloan had given her some peace, but she couldn’t keep leaving her dad alone to run the bar.

Three days back and she felt strangely isolated from the world. She talked to Laura every morning and night and texted throughout the day, but she missed holding her while they slept. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if she had any idea when they’d see one another again, but her girl worked hard and basically had just enough time to sleep before starting her crazy schedule all over again.

Sloan still wasn’t cleared to play, but the doctor had given him the go-ahead to resume training. Since the team was on the road he’d asked Chicklet if she felt like playing a little one-on-one.

Her team, Snake Bites, wasn’t getting together for another week, so she’d jumped on the chance of getting back on the ice. Playing with Sloan was always fun. He didn’t hold back, and when she made a sweet save, she knew she was holding her own against one of the best shots in the league.

They made their way out to the rink in companionable silence, Sloan skating a few laps as she stretched. After about fifteen minutes she tapped her stick against the posts to get his attention, eager to throw herself into the precise mindset of reading each play to anticipate the shot. She didn’t want her mind wandering to Laura. To how important the woman was becoming to her. To how her carefree life just wasn’t enough when Laura wasn’t around.

Unfortunately, Sloan was in a chatty mood. “You haven’t been to the club in a while. Your girl shy?”

“You know she’s not.”

“She left the country to get her freak on. I know nothing.” Sloan knocked a stack of pucks off the boards and scooped one up with his stick, lazily sweeping it back and forth as he skated toward her. “I figured you’d be eager to share.”

Jaw clenched, Chicklet glared at Sloan. He took his shot and she dropped into a sharp butterfly stance, snatching the puck before sweeping her stick out to knock Sloan off his feet.

Rising, she slid up to his side. “Why the fuck would you assume I’d want to share her?”

Lips slanted, Sloan leaned back on his elbows. “You share all your subs. So they won’t get attached.”

“She’s different.” Which Sloan had probably figured out, but she knew exactly what he was pushing for. Her lifestyle hadn’t changed in years. She’d always insisted she hated feeling tied down.

Being honest about what she wanted kept her lovers from getting hurt. The ones she enjoyed the most expected nothing more than the pleasure she could give when she hit the club. She rarely played with the same person twice, but the exceptions weren’t clingy or jealous.

She didn’t think Laura was either, but she considered what they had a whole different level of…commitment. A word that had been scary as fuck until now.

The simple answer would be to take herself off the market. To devote herself to the relationship and never let herself want more. She was pretty sure she could do that, but was denying herself, and Laura, the experience of adding a willing toy to their scenes really what would make their relationship last?

“Chicklet, I love you. You’re one of my best friends and you’ve gotten me out of my own fucking way more than once. Consider this me doing the same for you.” Sloan pushed to his feet, skating up to the net to stand by her side. “She’s interested in you. Let her get to know every part of you. Most importantly, the fucked up fun bits.”

Chicklet snorted and shook her head. “She doesn’t need that part of me. She’s only just begun to accept that what she needs is completely normal. It’s too soon to explore something that’s really not.”

“I figured she wouldn’t want the other cops to know she’s a sub, but does she really think there’s something wrong with it?”

“With being a sub? No. Being a lesbian? Yeah, she’s still working through some shit.” She shrugged, confident that she could get Laura over the trip ups from her past. She wasn’t so sure Laura would ever accept a relationship being…flexible. “Maybe someday I’ll touch on the subject. I won’t risk what we’re building for my ‘fucked up fun bits’.”

With a solemn nod, Sloan pulled off his helmet and held it to his chest. He closed his eyes and lowered his head.

After a full minute of him not moving, she rolled her eyes and punched his shoulder. “You meditating? What the fuck, dude?”

“I think the loss of a great Domme deserves a moment of silence.” He smirked at her as he donned his helmet once again. “I’m done. Shall we play?”

I’m gonna hurt that boy. Chicklet glared at him as he skated out to center ice to grab another puck. Thankfully he was serious about practicing his shots for the rest of their time there, but she had to fight not to let his words distract her.

An hour later and they were still haunting her. She’d always loved the life she’d built for herself. From standing behind the bar giving alcohol-assisted therapy to people who took her advice to heart, to earning the respect of lifestylers around North America.

In less than a month, her love for Laura made everything else seem less important. But Sloan was right about one thing. Changing to fit into some kind of model relationship would stifle her over time.

Besides, she expected full disclosure from her subs. Even more so with Laura, and she’d gotten that. She refused to give any less in return. Waiting to talk about all this was a damn cop-out and she knew it.

She also knew she could be everything Laura wanted. All she needed.

By being herself and nothing else.

Sloan got a weak shot by her, but she hardly noticed. Laura had her full attention again, almost as though she was right here with her. But the distraction wasn’t a bad thing. She’d fully immersed Laura into every aspect of her life, except for her favorite game. And not the one on the ice.

That was about to change.

Rolling her shoulders, Laura stared at the pile of paperwork on her desk, wondering if it had grown in the last half hour. Two weeks back and she had more than made up for her time away.

Working crazy hours had never bothered her, but now she felt every single one dragged since she didn’t get a chance to see Chicklet. Sure, they texted and talked on the phone, but that wasn’t enough.

Damn it, when did you get so needy?

Rolling her eyes, she pushed up the sleeves of her uniform and got back to typing. And glanced at her phone, hoping it had been more than five minutes since the last time she’d checked the time.

It hadn’t.

This day is never going to end!

Technically, this was her lunch break, but if she caught up on all these reports now, she wouldn’t have to stay late. She had the weekend off and had just sent off a text to tell Chicklet she’d come to the club tonight.

Her first time playing in a local club, which both thrilled and terrified her all at once. She’d told Chicklet that a few detectives went to Blades and Ice and she really didn’t want them to see her there. Which lead to a long discussion about how important privacy was in the lifestyle and the fact that Chicklet knew the men she was referring to. And they wouldn’t breathe a word about her presence to anyone.

Chicklet’s confidence didn’t come off as blind faith in the community. Laura was curious exactly how well Chicklet knew her coworkers, but she didn’t dig too deep. She wasn’t stupid. Chicklet had been in the lifestyle for a long time and had played with many different men and women. Knowing that didn’t bother Laura, but she didn’t need details unless her Mistress felt like sharing them.

A smile tugged at her lips as she repeated that word in her head. Mistress. My Mistress. How weird was it that just a few months ago she would have rejected the very idea of submitting to a woman? Of making love to one as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Her Mistress had made it clear that it was natural. Found little ways every day to let her know she was perfect the way she was. Sometimes, admitting that brought on a shadow of guilt because her foster parents had tried so hard to get that message through. And as much as she loved them, she hadn’t really believed it.

Parents were supposed to say that. Her biological ones hadn’t, but her new family had filled that hole in her heart, making sure she felt like she belonged somewhere.

But no matter what they did, they couldn’t silence that cruel voice in her head. They’d put kinder voices there, but she couldn’t help wonder how much of that was pity. She didn’t doubt their love, but really, they were just amazing people trying to do their best for a messed up little girl.

Chicklet’s voice silenced all the others, even Laura’s own when it attempted to knock her down. All she could hear when the woman was near was how beautiful she was. How soft and precious and worthy. Pain and pleasure melded together to make those words so clear. To imprint them on her soul in a way that would never fade.

A hand on her shoulder shook her from her happy thoughts. She blinked up at her brother, standing over her, his brow furrowed with concern.

“You all right, kid?” At her nod, he propped his hip on the edge of her desk. “You’re putting in some crazy hours, so I was wondering if you were burying yourself in your work, but you’ve got one eye on the clock, so you’re clearly eager to get out of here. Care to clue me in?”

Warmth crept up the back of her neck and spread over her cheeks. With anyone else, she could have laughed off the concern, but Ryan had always been her rock and she needed him to know she was all right. Better actually.

She took a deep breath, blurting out the first thing that popped into her head. “I have a girlfriend. And I’m falling in love with her. She’s…she’s everything.”

“Everything, eh?” Ryan grinned, folding his arms over his chest that way he did when he was about to pull the protective big brother routine. “Well, I’m happy that you’re happy, but I’m going to have to meet this woman soon if it’s getting serious.” His lips thinned slightly. “That boy you were dating, Mills? Almost two years and you hardly talked about him to me, never mind bring him home to mom and dad.”

Dropping her gaze, she shrugged. Mills hadn’t really been her boyfriend, but the lifestyle wasn’t something she opened up about to her family. “It was a long-distance thing I didn’t expect to lead anywhere.”

“But things with this woman are different?”

“Oh god yes! She’s…”

“Everything?” Ryan chuckled at her nod. He reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m glad you finally accepted who you are. Even if you don’t tell anyone else—”

“Tell anyone else what?” Their boss, Captain Miranda Rogers, strolled up to her desk, a huge smile on her lips. “It better not be that you’re leaving us. You’re about to get a promotion, Tallent.”

Laura’s eyes widened. She’d been a beat cop for a long time, and while she’d known she was being considered, she hadn’t put too much thought into moving up in the ranks. Some found the daily grind of traffic stops and house calls tedious, but she’d built a solid relationship with the people in her neighborhood. Sure, there were days like today when she was stuck behind the desk for hours, but typically, she was out there, feeling like she could actually make a difference in someone’s life.

Was it weird that she wasn’t sure she wanted a promotion?

“Thank you, Captain. And no, I’m not going anywhere.” Laura took a deep breath. “But…am I being considered for another department?”

“Yes. Between your test scores and high recommendations from all your superiors, we could use you in the sex crimes unit. There’s also a position open in the homicide division.” The captain smiled. “Which would you prefer?”

Both were amazing opportunities and would result in a nice pay upgrade. But they would also limit her interactions with the people she was able to help every day. She thought of the school she’d visited last week to speak to a group of troubled teens. Some had pulled attitude, but a few really needed to talk. One had asked to speak to her privately. The girl was being physically abused at home and was desperate for a way out. That very day Laura had gotten social services involved and personally escorted the kid to her house to pick up a few things.

The girl was with a foster family now and had texted Laura yesterday, just to tell her that she was sleeping again and her foster father was helping her with a science project because he was ‘awesome’.

Working the streets, she still dealt with dead bodies, and victims of every crime one could think of, but she also handled things that might go under the radar. The kids on the corner that second guessed robbing someone because she slowed down when she spotted them. The man speeding to get his pregnant wife to the hospital who cried when she told him to follow her there. The mother whose toddler had wandered off down the block the second she shifted her attention to her other child.

“You’re being very quiet, Tallent.” Captain Rogers frowned, her brow creasing slightly. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”

“I…” Laura glanced over at her brother, who’s expression told her he’d already figured out the direction of her thoughts. He gave her a supportive smile. Exactly what she needed. She usually avoided making waves. Didn’t speak up when she was given an extra shift, even if she was exhausted.

She participated in every charity, every outreach effort, anything that was asked of her, without question.

For the first time, she found the strength to stand her ground.

Respectfully, of course.

“I appreciate the offer, Captain, but there are other officers that would make amazing additions to those units.” She squared her shoulders. “I feel like I’m exactly where I need to be.”

Studying her face for a moment, Rogers nodded slowly. “You’ll be promoted regardless, but are you sure? I won’t argue that we need someone like you on the streets, but I need to know you’re not limiting yourself for the wrong reasons.”

“What are the right reasons? I see the best and the worst of the people on my streets every day. I’m right there with them when it counts—not to say working for a special unit isn’t just as important, but I’d like to stay where I am.”

“Fair enough.” The captain reached into her pocket and pulled out a twenty-dollar bill, handing it to Ryan, who had a smug smile on his lips. “You win. Asshole.”

Ryan snorted. “I know my sister.”

“Clearly.” Rogers started turning as though to leave, then hesitated. “Was there anything you needed to talk to me about, Tallent? This isn’t a complaint, your performance is exemplary as always, but something seems…different.”

Yep, she definitely needed to pull herself together if the captain was noticing a change in her. What was different though? If it wasn’t her work…?

“You’re smiling more, sis.” Ryan patted her shoulder. “You might as well tell her before she starts thinking you’re on happy pills.”

That’s it? Laura sighed, rubbing one hand over her face. She rarely mixed her personal life with work, but she’d rather tell Rogers herself than have her surprised one day if Chicklet came by to meet her for lunch. The captain seemed fairly tolerant, but who could really tell unless the subject came up? If it was going to be an issue, better to find out sooner, rather than later.

“I met someone.” Damn it, this was awkward. She cleared her throat. “She’s very important to me, but she respects my job and the relationship won’t be a problem.”

Inclining her head, Rogers held her gaze, her expression serious. “That’s good to know. And I’m not worried about your relationship being a problem, but I want you to feel just as comfortable as any other officer here in regards to social engagements. How much you share with them is up to you, but you’re more than welcome to bring her to the picnics this summer.”

“Thank you, Captain.”

“No need to thank me. I have a feeling you haven’t been open with many, so I’m pleased you were able to tell me.” Rogers gave her shoulder a little squeeze. “Your brother’s right. You look happy.”

“I am, but I don’t need any special treatment.” Even discussing her love life here seemed wrong, but they were still on lunch. And damn it, getting that off her chest felt good. “None of this changes—”

“This isn’t special treatment, Laura. This is the same type of chat I might have with an officer who just got engaged, who has a new baby, or anything else they want to discuss with me. We’re like family here.” Rogers’ lips slanted. “I am curious to hear how your girlfriend reacts when you tell her you turned down a safer job. Those conversations are always fun.”

Oh shit. Laura’s mouth went dry, and she stared after Rogers as the captain offered her a sympathetic smile before strolling off to her office. The idea that Chicklet might be upset about her staying on patrol hadn’t even occurred to her.

Part of her wanted to take it back. Accept the offer of a job that would involve more investigation and less legwork. That would please her Mistress. Fine, they hadn’t discussed much about the dangerous side of Laura’s job, but the few times Chicklet had seen Laura with cuts and bruises on her face and body, she could tell her Mistress was worried.

A stronger part of her, the part that had her putting on this uniform every morning, well aware that today could be the last time she walked out her front door, rejected the comforting blanket of submission. It had no place here.

Either Chicklet would understand, or she wasn’t the right woman for Laura.

That settled, Laura pulled out her phone, smiling as she tapped on a video text from Chicklet. She was at the rink in Digby, her voice echoing in the near-empty arena, her hair flattened from her helmet and her skin glistening with sweat. In the background, Laura could hear someone skating.

“Hey, baby! Just wanted to give you a shout and tell you I miss you!”

The sound of blades cutting over the ice grew louder. “Let her know she’s turned you sappy as fuck.”

“Shut it, Callahan!” Chicklet shook her head, but her smile never faded. “He’s right, but I don’t give a fuck. All those love songs I thought were silly before sound different to me now. I listen to them and the words mean so much more. You did that to me.”

Laura pressed a hand to her cheek and bit her bottom lips. All the velvety warmth that filled her whenever Chicklet was around returned as she watched her, saying all those beautiful words with the same bare confidence she showed in everything she did. They weren’t much different than what Laura wanted to say, but she would have stuttered, or blushed.

Chicklet spoke the bare, honest truth without hesitation. “I’m not saying I love you. Not like this. But I am saying I need more of you. I hope you have a great day and I’m looking forward to discussing all this tonight.”

“So am I.” Laura grinned as Chicklet kissed the screen, then said goodbye. She loved how Chicklet could be sweet and strong, so full of energy, so ready to take on whatever came next without a moment of doubt.

Before her, Laura had kept her life away from the job nice, neat, and predictable. Being a cop brought her all the excitement she needed, and she’d truly believed that was enough. But Chicklet was like a fresh breeze flowing around her after breathing in nothing but stale air. Being near her made Laura feel like she was living her life for the first time.

Strange, that being with a woman who bound her in ropes and chains gave her a freedom she’d been missing before. Work made her feel alive, but without it, she’d always been lost. BDSM helped her a bit, but had barely touched the surface of her needs until Chicklet came along.

Scrolling idly through her notifications, mostly alerts from various groups she followed, Laura paused as a message popped up. She blinked as she recognized the name.

Dungeon_Lord: My sweet pet, I wanted to apologize for not seeing you while you were in Chicago. I feel even more guilty after talking to Steve and learning about the woman you played with. Please message me when you have a chance. I am coming to see you tonight.

Tonight? Damn it, Laura really hoped he hadn’t left yet. Then again, whether he was driving—which would take a ridiculously long time—or flying, he must be on his way if he planned to make it by tonight.

She opened the messenger connected to the email she used only for FetLife, snickering at her own handle, which she hadn’t used in months. At one time, she’d chatted with Mills every other day, but now she simply popped on FetLife directly to scroll through the posts.

He had her phone number, so it was a little odd that he was messaging her here rather than texting her. Unless he didn’t want his wife and girlfriend to see.

Kinky_In_Cuffs: I wish you’d called me before heading here, Mills. I appreciate your concern, but it’s really not necessary. We’ve both moved on.

He took a long time before replying.

Dungeon_Lord: Since when do I need permission to see you?

Kinky_In_Cuffs: Since you are no longer my Dom.

Dungeon_Lond: You’re right. I apologize. Please understand I’m worried. This woman abuses her slaves. Slaves, Laura. She does not respect the basic rules of the lifestyle and plays sickening head games. She often uses multiple men and women, making them fuck one another for her amusement. You must be very confused to let a woman toy with you like this.

That didn’t sound like Chicklet at all. From the conversations they’d had, Laura knew Chicklet had spent a lot of time doing events throughout North America, so maybe Mills had heard of her. But what could he have possibly heard that would make him want to come here?

And the last part…she ‘must be very confused’? She didn’t like where this was going.

Kinky_In_Cuffs: I’m not sure what you mean.

Dungeon_Lord: I’d hoped you’d find a good Dom to replace me. What’s wrong with you? You’re not a fucking lesbian, Laura. A woman can’t satisfy you.

Bile rose in her throat as she read the words. Her whole body went numb.

Kinky_In_Cuffs: A woman does. More than any man ever could. I’m sorry you wasted your time making a trip up here, but I have no interest in seeing you.

Dungeon_Lord: You will see me, Laura. I’ll be at your house at around 8PM.

Kinky_In_Cuffs: I won’t be there. Goodbye, Mills. Please don’t contact me again.

A chill skittered up her spine as she closed the app and turned off the notifications in her settings. In the two years she’d known Mills, he’d always respected her limits and given her space when she asked for it. Which hadn’t been often, but there had been times that their schedules clashed and their meetings had to be pushed back.

This was different. Not only was he demanding her attention, but…he was acting as if she’d done something wrong. His reaction to her not finding a Dom, a man, hit her the hardest. At first, she wasn’t sure why.

As it came back to her, her throat tightened. It was too close to her mother’s reaction when she’d admitted to liking girls. The day she’d been kicked out.

“I knew there was something wrong with you…”

Her phone slipped from her hand and hit the desk. She looked up at the clock on the wall. She still had five minutes before her break ended. Time enough to pull herself together.

She ran to the bathroom as her stomach flipped. Made it just in time to retch up the lunch she’d eaten less than an hour before.

Stepping up to the sink, she washed her face. Rinsed out her mouth. Then finally lifted her head, ready to look in the mirror and fight the hate she saw in the reflection. This wasn’t the first time a trigger brought her mother’s words back to her. She’d gotten better at silencing that voice in her head over time. Usually by focusing on something her foster mom, or dad, or brother had said.

But this time, it was Chicklet that soothed her. Meeting her own eyes in the mirror, she could hear that calm voice, like a balm over her tender scars.

“I am a woman. A woman you’re attracted to. And there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“I know.” Laura pressed her wet hands to her cheeks.

“You don’t have to take on all the intolerance out there, or confess your ‘sins’ to the world, but you do have to accept that it is a woman touching you.”

Recalling her touch quickened Laura’s pulse. She let her eyes drift shut.

“Kissing you.”

Her lips heated, almost as though Chicklet were kissing her now.

“And giving you everything you need.”

That hadn’t changed. Since they’d met, Chicklet had given her more than she could have ever asked for. Mills couldn’t take that away with his stupid messages. Even the memory of her mother couldn’t spoil what they were building together.

Laura wasn’t that lonely sub looking for something to fill the void. She wasn’t that broken little girl, desperate for acceptance and love.

She was a woman who’d finally found her place in the world. With her Mistress, who made her feel strong and whole. Whether standing by her side.

Or on her knees.

By the end of her shift, Laura was more than ready for the latter. As strong as she was, she also loved that Chicklet showed her she didn’t always have to be. Sometimes, she could use that escape.

And there was nothing wrong with that either.

Chapter 7

One look and Chicklet could tell something was wrong. Sitting at the bar in Blades & Ice, she’d been ignoring pretty much everyone, staring at the door, trying not to sigh every time someone came in who wasn’t Laura.

Then her woman, with her big blue eyes and hesitant steps, approached coat check and handed over her jacket, shoulders hunched as she fisted her hands by her sides. She was wearing jeans and a simple light blue polo shirt. Not exactly club wear—not that Chicklet cared. All she could see was Laura hanging by the door, like she couldn’t decide whether to continue in or make a run for it.

Time to take that option away from her.

“Laura.” Chicklet approached the other woman slowly, catching her wrist when Laura startled and shied away. “None of that. You’re not afraid of me. Tell me what happened.”

Rubbing her free hand against her thigh, Laura tipped her head back, blinking fast. “I know better than to dress like this at a club. The guy at the door, he only let me in because you told him I was coming to see you. I had an outfit planned, but I didn’t want to go home.”

The automatic question as to why almost crossed her lips, but she noticed how pale Laura was. The way she tried to stop herself from shaking. She pulled Laura close and wrapped her arms around her.

Leaning against Chicklet, Laura let out a stifled sob. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Mistress. I’m a mess and I was so happy. I am happy.”

She didn’t look it, but Chicklet understood what she meant. Nothing Chicklet had done had caused this. But forcing Laura to talk too soon would be like pouring alcohol on an open wound.

Alcohol had much better uses.

Kissing Laura’s forehead, Chicklet drew her over to the bar. “I know you don’t drink often, but how about some bourbon? I remember you mentioning it reminds you of your father.”

“My foster father. Yes. He has some every Friday.” Laura smiled, but her eyes were glistening with unshed tears. “Why couldn’t I have found a man like him? I’m so fucking stupid.”

“One of my hard limits, Laura. I don’t appreciate my subs insulting themselves.” Chicklet kept her tone light, using her thumb to wipe away the tear that spilled down Laura’s cheek. “Have a drink with me. And take a deep breath.”

Laura nodded, whispering thanks to the bartender before picking up her glass and taking a few gulps of the amber liquid. Then she inhaled slowly, holding the glass between her hands and shaking her head.

Chicklet settled on the stool beside Laura, tipping her beer to her lips and watching her from the corner of her eye. Since she’d met Laura, she’d gotten a good idea of how the woman processed emotions, but this was different. That neat little box Laura usually stuffed away all the feelings that got in her way had split down the sides. Chicklet could usually help her unload them carefully, had found a good rhythm between bringing them to light so they could talk things out, while leaving those Laura wasn’t ready to share in the dusty corners of her mind to explore next time.

Something had happened to bring them all out in the open, scattered around so Laura was tripping over one after the other, completely surrounded with no way to break free. A scene wouldn’t do her any good until Chicklet knew what had set her off.

Finishing her drink, Laura raked her fingers through her hair and let out a hollow laugh. “I’ve become all the women I’ve helped file reports. And I’m not sure how it happened. My home was the one place I was safe. I can name the people who know where I live on one hand.”

Swallowing hard, Chicklet set her beer down. This part was hard. As a Domme, she could influence her subs’ lives, but sometimes she had no right to. She was still trying to wrap her brain around the fact that she was dating a cop. A woman who wore a gun because part of her job was dealing with the worst kind of people out there. Laura ran into danger, rather than away from it. And one of these days, the risks she faced every time she put on that badge could kill her.

There was no point in denying that it had crossed Chicklet’s mind to ask Laura if she could do something else. Work in an office. Hell, answer the phone and send someone else to deal with the bad guys. But every time Laura talked about her job she could tell the woman was doing what she was meant to. Fulfilling her dreams. She cared so much, gave her all, and she wouldn’t be the woman Chicklet loved if she could walk away from the life she’d devoted herself to.

That said, obviously something had pushed beyond whatever Laura did to make herself feel safe. Chicklet didn’t know if it was someone she’d arrested. Maybe a woman she’d saved from a bad situation, whose lover held a grudge. Whatever had happened, Laura needed her. Not to save her—damn it, she wished she could—but just to listen.

A fresh drink was placed in front of Laura. She simply stared at it.

All right, Chicklet hated feeling useless. Maybe she couldn’t make this all go away, but she knew very well no one had ever pushed Laura to share her feelings. Her foster parents would have tried, but kids were fucking complicated. And the woman Laura was now would be more concerned with showing gratitude for what they had given her, than leaning on them even when she needed it.

She can lean on me.

“When you have someone that’s afraid to go home, what do you do?” Chicklet was uncomfortable being so indirect. She was usually confident about everything, but she couldn’t be now. She had no idea what she was dealing with.

Lara picked up her glass. “I ask if there’s a friend they can stay with. Someone they trust.”

“Do you have someone?”

With a slight curve to her lips, Laura met her eyes. “Yes. You.” She set her glass down and pressed her eyes shut. “I’m sorry. This probably sounds a lot worse than it is. I didn’t think… It’s not about my job. I’ve had threats from people I’ve arrested, but I know how to handle that.”

Okay… Chicklet frowned. “Then…?”

“It’s Mills.” Laura groaned, dropping her head to the edge of the bar. “He was perfect. Never asking for too much. With him the lifestyle was completely separate. I don’t know what happened. He crossed the line and I…I should have realized it would come to this. But I didn’t. And now he’s waiting for me.”

Jaw clenched, Chicklet stared at the back of Laura’s head. Now this was something she could get involved with. Laura’s ex-Dom was fucking with her?

Buddy, you have no idea who you’re messing with.

“Laura, you will tell me exactly what he said.” Chicklet did her best to remain calm, but the way Laura’s lips parted as she looked up told her she’d failed. “When it comes to your job I’ll do my best to offer support, but I won’t be intrusive. Beyond that? Prepare for me to be all up in your business.”

Blotchy red spread over Laura’s cheeks. “I don’t want to ruin our time together.”

“You haven’t.” Chicklet put her hand over Laura’s on the bar. “Unless you make me repeat myself.”

Laura went still, and began speaking as though the command had set her free. She stopped shaking, but her tone was lifeless as she repeated the messages Mills had sent her, as though every word was branded in her mind. Without being asked she told Chicklet her reaction to everything he’d said. And hearing the pain, that sense of betrayal, hurt.

Chicklet hadn’t been able to protect Laura from him. She hadn’t even known he was a threat.

But she did now. And that was all that mattered.

“Listen to me, little dove. That asshole does not get to do this to you.” She had an idea for how to make the fucker rethink ever so much as liking one of Laura’s posts again, never mind contacting her, but only if she agreed. “Tell me I can make him suffer.”

Laura cocked her head, her brow creasing slightly. “You’re asking for permission?”

“Yes.” Chicklet shot her a crooked grin. “Don’t expect it to happen often.”

Biting back a smile, Laura nodded. “All right, but I have no idea what you could possibly do to him. He knows me, knows exactly how to get me in that headspace where I can’t…” She frowned and stared at her bourbon. “I can’t stand up to him.”

Jaw hard, Chicklet framed Laura’s face in her hands. “I’m sure he had that power once, little dove. But it now belongs to me. You’re mine. No one fucks with those who belong to me.”

A heavy hand settled on Chicklet’s shoulder. Sloan nodded to Laura, then met Chicklet’s eyes. “Who we burying today?”

Damn it, I love this man. Chicklet knew Sloan would have her back without question, but she didn’t need him to make Laura’s pathetic ex wish he’d stayed home.

But he might be able to help in another way. “Is Teresa here? I’d love to check out some of those cute little outfits she makes. I just realized me and my pet need new wardrobes.”

Sloan’s brow shot up. He studied her typical black leather vest and pants, the studded armband on her left arm, and her knee high, multiple strap leather boots. “What’s wrong with what you’re wearing?”

“I’m in the mood for something pretty.” Chicklet rolled her eyes when Sloan snorted. “You want to help? Find Teresa.”

Lips thin, Sloan gave her a mock bow, then took off. He’d probably hoped she’d let him kick Mills’ ass, but if it came to that, she had no problem letting him off his leash. She’d do it herself, but damn it, she’d just gotten her nails done.

Fingers curled, she looked down at her long, shiny black nails, chuckling as Laura drew in a sharp inhale.

“What is it, pet?”

Laura wet her lips with her tongue. “You’re a little scary right now. You’re not going to do anything illegal, are you?”

“Of course not!” Chicklet smirked. “There are plenty of perfectly legal ways to break a man.” She rose from her stool as she spotted Sloan returning with the costume-maker. “And lucky for you, I’m skilled in several.”

Chapter 8

A schoolgirl outfit. Of all things.

This is so not my kink!

Laura wrinkled her nose as she stood in front of the dressing room mirror, smoothing the little red plaid pleated skirt down and adjusting the thin black suspenders over the white shirt. Knee high socks and Mary Janes completed the outfit. Thankfully, she didn’t have to wear pigtails. She felt silly enough without them.

Hit me, baby, one more time. Dear god, she could actually picture the music video for the Britney Spears song in her head. If they played that tonight, she was out of here.

The snick of heels sounded on the tiled floor, coming toward her. She held her breath, glancing over at Chicklet, whose outfit she hadn’t seen yet.

“Oh… Wow.” Laura bit her lip, completely stunned. She knew Chicklet was a gorgeous woman, but she’d rarely seen her out of jeans and leather. The power she exuded hadn’t faded, but there was something more provocative about it now.

In a small, midriff baring red latex halter top, with a black latex skirt that clung to her hips and could easily be called a belt, Chicklet’s whole outfit was a mouthwatering vision of temptation. Her incredibly long legs were covered in fishnet stockings, clipped to garters the skirt didn’t hide. Sexy black peep-toe stilettos, with metal heels that could qualify as lethal weapons, put her well over six feet.

She looked like a pro-Domme, ready to play whatever part a man might need for the night. Laura had met a few in the past and she’d always admired the way they could offer the naughty fantasy, then twist it to satisfy their own desires.

But she couldn’t picture Chicklet entertaining anyone for any price. Even if she retained all the control.

“You look completely shocked, little dove.” Chicklet faced the mirror, then pulled a tube of lipstick from between her pushed up breasts to slick her lips with blood red. “Since you won’t ask, I’ll just tell you. Yes, I’ve dressed like this before.” Her lips quirked at the edges. She gestured to Laura’s outfit. “Actually, I wore something similar to that while I was training as a submissive.”

Laura’s jaw nearly hit the floor. “You were a submissive?”

“Mmhmm. Remind me to tell you about it someday.” Chicklet stashed the lipstick and put her hands on her hips, facing Laura. “Did you message him the address where to meet us?”

Swallowing hard, Laura nodded. The last thing she wanted to do was see Mills, but she trusted Chicklet.

And somewhere, deep down, she was eager to see exactly what her Mistress had planned for him. Facing Mills on her own scared her, because she had no idea how he would affect her. What if one word from him had her ready to drop to her knees and beg for forgiveness? Ready to give him anything he wanted?

You’re stronger than that, Tallent. You’ve faced down big men high on PCP without breaking a sweat.

True, but she was a different person wearing the badge. The second she stepped through the doors of the club she was looking to give up control. And while she was always careful about who she surrendered it to, Mills had already had it for years.

“Laura, pay very close attention to what I’m about to say.” Chicklet took a firm hold of her jaw, trapping Laura in the depths of her sharp green eyes. “You do not speak to him unless I tell you to. You will not respond to his commands. He has no power over you.”

Biting back a nervous laugh, Laura nodded.

Chicklet arched a brow. “What’s funny?”

“Nothing.” Laura bit the tip of her tongue when Chicklet frowned at her. “It’s just what you said reminds me of The Labyrinth.”

Snickering, Chicklet slipped her arm over Laura’s shoulders, guiding her to the door. “Please tell me he doesn’t look like David Bowie.”

“No, a bit more like an older Edward Cullen.”

“Who?”

“Twilight?”

Making a face, Chicklet sighed. “Laura, you have the most horrible taste in men.”

Obviously. Laura followed Chicklet to a small sitting area set up halfway across the club, with a red velvet loveseat and two matching chairs. Around them, the night was just getting started, the lights growing dim and the volume of the music slowly rising as players chose different stations and set up for their scenes.

Sitting on the loveseat, ankles crossed as she leaned back, Chicklet tossed a cushion on the floor, her eyes on something across the room. “On your knees, love. As comfortably as possible and not like you’ve been trained to. But keep your eyes down.”

The cushion was big, so Laura could have easily gotten comfortable in the standard kneeling position, but Chicklet’s instructions threw her off. Not like she’d been trained to?

She lowered to her knees gracefully, scooting back, then shifting so she was resting on her hip. Her hands should be on her thighs, but…at a loss, she clasped them over her stomach.

“Very good, little dove.” Chicklet smiled at her. Then lifted her head, sitting up slightly. “Ah, Sloan. Thank you for showing our guest the way. Would you mind sending a few drinks? Laura will have another bourbon and I’ll have a martini.”

“Sure.” Sloan’s tone was rough with irritation. Laura peeked up to see him scowling at someone behind her. “What do you want?”

“I’ll have bourbon as well, thank you.” Mills’ smooth tone sent a chill down her spine. And not a pleasant one. As Sloan walked away, Mills moved to stand in front of her. “What’s happened to you, pet? I’ve never seen you so…laid-back.”

Clenching her jaw, Laura kept her eyes down. She might not be following protocol, but neither was Mills. He hadn’t said a word to Chicklet yet.

Rising from the sofa, Chicklet let out a light laugh. “Things must be very different where you’re from. I’m Chicklet, her Domme. And you’re her ex, Mills.”

“I apologize, it didn’t seem like we were being formal.” From the corner of her eye, Laura watched Mills hold out his hand and shake Chicklet’s. He held it too long, his grip tight, but Chicklet didn’t try to pull away. “I’m surprised you don’t have one of your boy toys with you. Unless he’s the one you sent for drinks?”

Oh, fuck. Laura clenched her fists in her lap, praying the conversation changed before Sloan returned. He wouldn’t play along with whatever Chicklet had planned if he heard Mills refer to him as a ‘boy toy’.

“Not yet, but that would be fun!” Chicklet laughed again. “Please, have a seat. Laura tells me you’ve expressed some concerns.”

“Which were obviously warranted. Laura is a natural submissive who could be easily manipulated by the wrong person.” Mills sounded calm, but there was something in his voice that Laura didn’t like. “She needs a strong man. I don’t know what sick game you’re playing with her, but it ends now.”

“Sick game?” Chicklet sounded shocked. “I’m not sure what you mean. Is it the sharing that bothers you? From what I understand, you have two submissives of your own.”

“I do. And they both serve me.”

“Really…?” Chicklet moved closer to Mills. “Do they serve you by performing together? Is that why you brought another woman into your bed? So you could enjoy them, the way they touch one another to turn you on before giving you their hands and mouths and bodies to satisfy your every need?”

Inhaling sharply, Mills squared his shoulders. “Yes.”

“You’ve heard of me, Mills. Our community does like to talk, doesn’t it?” Chicklet walked her fingers up Mills’s chest, trailing her tongue over her bottom lip. “They’ve talked about you too. Do you want to know what they say?”

The stoic expression on Mills’s face faltered. He shook his head. “That’s hardly relevant. I’m here because Laura—”

“Laura is happy, my dear boy. With a woman.” Chicklet clucked her tongue. “Strange how that keeps happening to you. All your lovers are distracted by other women. You’ve been neglected.” She ran her hand down his chest, hooking her fingers to his belt. “How long has it been since you’ve had a woman on her knees for you? Since any have given you control at all?”

As she took hold of his dick through his leathers, Mills sucked in a breath. “What are you saying? You’re a Domme. You wouldn’t—”

“Try me.”

Laura couldn’t look away as Chicklet pressed against Mills, brushing her lips over his as he pressed his eyes shut. She’d never considered that he would come after her because his reputation was suffering. He wouldn’t have bothered with her if she’d been alone. Or with a man. The man could have been cruel, abusive, and he wouldn’t have cared.

All that mattered to him was that she’d moved on with a woman and it apparently had people talking. Somehow made him less of a man because…damn it, did he really believe a woman would turn to another because he wasn’t good in bed?

Thinking back, she couldn’t deny that his performance was lacking. Not that she’d been with many men, but after being with Chicklet she could see how selfish he’d been. Sex hadn’t mattered much to her. It just happened. To her, sex had been a part of submission that satisfied her need to give herself completely.

Chicklet took what she gave and demanded more. All her pain and pleasure were gifts from her Mistress. Parts of her she couldn’t hold back, that she didn’t want to because Chicklet wasn’t satisfied until she had it all.

Everything with Mills had been…less. And she hadn’t cared because it had been enough then.

It wasn’t anymore.

When Mills kissed Chicklet, her throat tightened. She wasn’t jealous. Exactly. Actually, she wasn’t sure how she felt. Realizing how he’d used her made her want to keep him from using Chicklet.

Until Chicklet met her eyes as she let him push her to her knees.

And her Mistress winked.

Mills was about to be very very sorry. And damn it, as wrong as it felt for her Mistress kneel to anyone, Laura couldn’t wait to see what happened next.

The man smelled fresh, so that was a plus. Chicklet unlaced his leathers, sliding her hand down his averaged sized dick, not impressed. And it wasn’t his length that put her off. It was how easy he’d been to manipulate.

Sure, her outfit, and how desperate he was, made him downright predictable, but she’d hoped for at least a bit of a challenge. Not only so this would be fun, but so Laura wouldn’t be hit so hard by how pathetic the man she’d submitted to for so long truly was.

Either way, at least this wouldn’t take long. She slid her lips over his dick, taking him in deep, pulling back abruptly as he brought his hand to the back of her head. He was a fast learner; she’d give him that. As soon as her mouth left him, he let his hand fall to his side.

Wetting her lips, she slid them over him, faster and faster, using her hand to bring him closer before stopping again. He groaned, thumping his fist against his thigh. She blew on his sensitive cock, then licked around the dark purple crown, moaning softly.

“Yes!” He moved against her as she sucked him, thrusting as she latched onto his hips, letting him fuck her mouth. “Oh fuck!”

Tasting pre-cum on her tongue, she brought one hand to his balls and squeezed tight. “Not yet.”

“Damn it, woman!” He let out a low growl and fisted his hands in her hair. “You don’t get to stop me.”

“Actually.” She tightened her grip on his balls until he released her hair. “I do.”

Too predictable. And now I’m bored.

A shame. She might have let him come if he’d behaved.

Liar.

Yeah…that hadn’t been part of the plan. She rose to her feet, still holding his balls, and smiled at him. “You know, tonight could have gone much differently. I do enjoy sharing and Laura and I haven’t had the pleasure of an agreeable ‘boy toy’ yet.”

Mills went still, shifting as though to get away from her before wincing at the tug. He bared his teeth. “I’m no one’s toy.”

“You’re no one’s anything lately.” She squeezed a little tighter and smirked. “You are welcome to stay. I might let you come by the end of the night if you behave yourself. Otherwise, I suggest you go home and speak to your wife. And her new pet. Figure out how they can include you in their fun.”

“I don’t need your advice.” Mills’s face was red. Grew even redder as he spotted Sloan standing a few feet away with a tray of drinks. “Let me go.”

“Does that mean you don’t want me to finish?”

He blinked at her, looking confused.

“Oh, yes, that’s right. Putting your dick in the mouth of a woman who might bite it off isn’t very smart.” She released his balls, then gave his painfully swollen dick a little smack. “It was a pleasure to meet you.” She smirked as he yanked up his leathers, tripping backward in his rush to get out of reach. “Wait, don’t you want your drink?”

Apparently not. Watching him limp away, she lowered to the sofa, patting the cushion at her side for Sloan to sit.

He placed the tray on the small table by the sofa, handing her two bottles of water and taking the beer for himself. There was a glass of bourbon on the tray, interestingly enough. Maybe he’d thought Mills would stay awhile.

Otherwise, he’d followed her earlier instructions to a T.

Good boy.

“That wasn’t very nice, Chicklet.” Sloan snorted as he brought his beer to his lips. “Remind me never to piss you off.”

“You need to be reminded?” Chicklet grinned at him, then reached out to pet Laura’s hair before handing her a bottle of water. “Are you all right, sweetie? I’m sorry you had to see that.”

“Why? That was…” Laura took a sip of her water. “I have no words. I was worried at first, but you seemed like you were enjoying yourself. Which is…”

“Fucked up?” Sloan offered with a laugh. “Honey, your Mistress is one twisted bitch. If she ever offered to suck my dick, I’d be very afraid.”

“Aww, you’re so sweet!” Chicklet rested her head on Sloan’s shoulder, knowing full well how hard it had been for him to stand back when throwing a few punches would have been much easier. “Thank you, by the way. And don’t ever ask me to return the favor. Anyone fucks with you and I will break them.”

“No deal.” Sloan kissed the top of her head. “I may not be as good with head games as you are, but if I ever need to deal with someone like that, you just give me some evil advice and let me handle it.”

“Oh fine.” Chicklet sighed, not really having expected anything else. Thankfully, Sloan terrified most of the subs who might try to mess with him. His boy, Perron, was a completely different story, but neither man seemed interested in settling down anytime soon.

“So…is that it? Do you really think he’ll stay away?” Laura rose to her knees, spreading them and resting her hands on her thighs in the standard kneeling pose, which she was clearly more comfortable with. “The performance threw him off balance, but if he’s really not happy with his relationships…”

Laura was still worried Mills would come back. And Chicklet didn’t blame her. She’d been his perfect sub, completely devoted to him. If not for his pride, he might be an actual threat.

But his motivations were all too clear.

“I don’t know whether or not he’ll be able to make his relationship work for him, but you’re not an option anymore. You were when he thought he could reclaim you. Prove to everyone he could still exert some control.” Chicklet ran her fingers through Laura’s hair, tugging to tip her head back. “With how important his reputation is to him; he won’t breathe a word about coming here. Or he might and say you’re just confused. Either way, it won’t change much. To those in his circle who are laughing at him, he’s still a loser who can’t satisfy a woman. He’ll need to find one to prove them wrong.”

“I don’t care if he does. I just want him to stay gone.” Laura’s lips curved a little. “And I don’t mind my last memory being him running away from you.”

“Good.” Now for the only opinion that mattered. Chicklet rested her elbows on her knees. “You might want to take a seat for this. I’ve asked Sloan to stay because he knows me well, but if you’d prefer someone else as reference—”

“I’m sorry, but I have to interrupt, Mistress.” Laura remained kneeling, but her chin jutted up stubbornly. “I am fine where I am. And, no offense to Sloan, but I would like to speak to you alone.”

“And that’s my cue.” Sloan bumped shoulders with Chicklet before standing. “Max and Dominik are waiting. I’ll be around if you need me.”

Laura’s lips parted as Sloan headed toward the front of the club. “He’s playing with two other Doms? But I thought—”

“He’s likely co-topping some lucky sub with Dominik while Max watches.” Chicklet shrugged. “I’m guessing your time in the lifestyle is limited to your experiences with Mills. Not necessarily a bad thing, I’m sure you enjoyed some of your time with him, but there are many different ways to play.”

“I know. I did a lot of research before I even became involved with him.” Laura rubbed her thighs in a gesture of self-comfort that made Chicklet want to hold her, but first, they had a few things to discuss. “I know people do threesomes and all that, but co-topping? Do you do that?”

“I have.”

“Will you do it with me?”

Good question. Chicklet rubbed the back of her neck, weighing her words carefully in her mind. “I won’t say it’s not a possibility, someday, but I don’t want to share your submission just yet. I expect you to show the other Doms here basic courtesy. Nothing more. You obey only me.”

Tension eased from Laura’s whole bearing. A good sign.

But they weren’t in the clear yet.

“Mills was right about one thing though. I do enjoy my toys.”

Laura glanced over at her leather sports bag. “I’m guessing you mean the kind that doesn’t fit in there.”

“Well, technically…” Chicklet chuckled as Laura arched a brow at her. “Yes, that’s what I mean. Toys with a pulse.”

“People. Men and women. You…” Laura swallowed. “You use them.”

No point in denying it. She wouldn’t try to pretty up her favorite games. The woman deserved the truth.

“I use them. Sometimes I don’t even know their names, never see their faces. They’re vetted by someone at the club and sent my way. I’m told their limits, assured that they’re clean, then treat them like tools for my pleasure.” Chicklet’s lips slanted as Laura’s eyes dilated and her short breaths quickened. Her naughty pet didn’t hate the idea at all. “Some nights I have a list to choose from. And all that’s on it is a number and if they’re a man or a woman.”

“But they want it that way.” Laura’s voice was breathless. Her cheeks flush. “They enjoy it.”

“They do.”

“Will you show me?”

Damn. This woman is my soulmate. Chicklet bent down, cupping her hands around Laura’s face as she claimed her lips. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Chapter 9

Silver, skin-tight material covered the man from head to toe, with a zipper over his mouth and metal grate-like things over his eyes. Laura’s mouth went dry the second she set eyes on him, following Chicklet with a cardboard box in his arms. Her lips moved soundlessly. She wanted to greet him, but what were the rules?

You don’t have to know his name to say hi.

True, but if he wanted to be used like an object… Well, objects didn’t talk much. For all she knew any acknowledgement would ruin the scene for him.

She pressed her lips shut and relaxed on her knees, out of the way.

As the Saint Andrew’s Cross and spanking benches were cleared from the area by two male subs wearing black leather hoods, Chicklet instructed the silver man to spread out the plastic tarps from his box. Once he was done he laid down in the center and didn’t move.

Laura stared at him, watching his chest rise and fall. She wasn’t sure how he could breathe like that, but it was kinda freaking her out. Her ‘kinks’ were starting to look very tame.

“Come here, little dove.” Chicklet stood at the edge of the tarp, a riding crop in her hand. She tapped it against her thigh impatiently when Laura hesitated. “Don’t make me repeat myself. You’re in enough trouble as it is, young lady.”

I am? Laura hurried to Chicklet’s side, pulse racing. She needed to show Chicklet she could play her games, that they didn’t scare her, but she wasn’t doing a very good job.

She did her best to slow her breathing and regain her composure.

Chicklet pointed at the silver man with her crop. “What is this…thing?”

I’m not quite sure. Laura licked her lips and tried to come up with a better answer. “A toy?”

“Yes. A toy. A very naughty toy.” Chicklet’s tone was harsh, but she smiled a little. Just enough to let Laura know she’d done well. “You are here to focus on your education. How does that help you?”

All right, role playing she could do. She dropped her gaze and tried to look contrite. “It doesn’t.”

The crop hit her thigh, right under her pleated skirt.

“Oww!” Laura jumped at the sting. She’d had worse, but that had caught her off guard. “Mistress, what did I—”

“It’s Professor. And you will tell me all the dirty things you’ve been doing with this toy.”

“Nothing, Professor! I swear—Oww!” That time, Laura giggled. Then covered her mouth with her hands when Chicklet frowned at her.

“You think that’s funny?” Chicklet folded her arms, resting the length of the crop against her shoulder. “And what’s in the box?”

“More toys?” Laura didn’t do bratty well, but it was hard to play a school girl in a scene without a little bratiness. Mills had set up a scene in a kinky classroom once that had been painfully awkward, but she wanted to do better for her Mistress. She crossed her arms and sucked her teeth. “Why are you going through my things?”

Chicklet’s brow shot up. “Your things? Are you expecting privacy here?”

“Yes. My father pays a lot for my tuition. It’s almost like…like I’m your boss.”

An evil smile slit across Chicklet’s lips. “Is that so?”

Oh boy. Laura shivered as Chicklet slid closer. Now I’m in trouble.

“Yes.” She inhaled the rich scent of leather and sex surrounding them, her palms growing damp. “You better get out of my room before I tell him how mean you’re being.”

“I have a better idea.” Chicklet reached out and grabbed a fistful of her hair. Jerking her close, she whispered against her lips. “Does your Daddy know what a dirty girl you are? Shall I tell him?”

“No, please don’t!” Laura squirmed as heat spilled from her core and her panties grew damp. “I’m sorry. I’ll behave, I promise.”

“You’ll do better than that.” Chicklet flicked her tongue over Laura’s bottom lip. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you trying to get my attention. Talking back, wearing these slutty clothes. You want me to keep your secrets? You’re going to share your toys. After showing me exactly how you use every one.”

“I’ll do anything you want. I swear!”

“Good girl.” Chicklet moved away from her. “But first, you’ve been very bad. You must speak to your professors with respect. Bend over and show me that cute little ass.”

Cheeks flaming, Laura turned and bent over, flipping her skirt up.

The crop lashed across her butt and upper thighs so fast she almost tipped over as the pain sliced across her nerves. Her head spun as Chicklet pulled her straight. The wicked heat spread even further. She gasped as her ass was squeezed.

“Is this too much for you?” Chicklet nipped her earlobe. “Am I still being too ‘mean’?”

No! This was perfect. She loved how Chicklet took charge, trusting her to use her safeword if she needed it, not pussyfooting around if she didn’t. Over planning ruined the thrill of the moment, the rush of the unexpected. With Chicklet holding the reins she could completely lose herself in the scene.

And she did.

“I’ve gotten worse for stealing cookies when I was a kid. This is nothing.” Laura squirmed, pretending she wanted to get free, even though she craved Chicklet’s firm grip. “You can’t do this to me!”

“I can and I will.” Chicklet forced her down this time, stepping to her side and cracking the crop over her already burning flesh. “Kneel and apologize.”

“No!”

Snap!

“Kneel.”

“No!”

Snap! Snap! Snap!

All right, her ass was really starting to hurt. Her eyes teared. She dropped to her knees.

“You are a stubborn one. Tell me what you’re thinking?” Chicklet placed her hand on Laura’s head. “Do you think I’ll show mercy? That I’ll stop if you cry? There’s only one way to end this and you know what that is.”

“I know.” Laura sniffled, blinking back her tears, a silly smile on her lips. She hadn’t had a drink in a while, but she was feeling a little tipsy. A nice feeling. One she didn’t want to lose. “I don’t want it to end.”

“Then look at me.” Chicklet crouched down in front of her, tipping her chin up with a finger. Her gaze softened and she leaned forward to brush a kiss over her lips. “So beautiful. So tempting. If I was a good woman, I’d let you go.”

Laura’s heart skipped a beat. She knew this was part of the game, but her brain couldn’t process anything right. She shook her head. “You can’t. I love you.”

Chicklet smiled and kissed her again. “I love you too, Laura. And don’t for one second think that those words were meant for you. I won’t let you go. I can’t. I would give all this up first. Make promises I’ve never made to anyone. And I’d keep them. All you have to do is ask.”

“Do you really think I’d want that? I fell in love with you, knowing you’re not like anyone I’ve ever met.” The haze of the scene was fading, but Laura needed Chicklet to hear her. Not simply as a sub, but as a woman who finally had everything she’d ever dreamed of. “I only accepted part of myself for the longest time. I thought being a submissive to anyone would be enough. But you’ve shown me I can have more. That I don’t have to go from hiding in one little box to another.”

“You weren’t hiding, Laura.” Chicklet sighed and curved her hand around the back of her neck. “You’ve become more than you were. You would have continued without me. I just gave you a little nudge.”

“No. You did so much more.” Laura took a deep breath. “You give me way too much credit. I was fine with my life. It made sense. I didn’t know what I was missing, and sure, I would have made time to explore a little bit, because I need that release. But you showed me what it’s like to want more. I see how fragile life is all the time and it was tearing me apart to simply exist. I couldn’t go back to that.”

“You don’t have to.” Chicklet stroked the side of her neck with her thumb. “I’m right here. And I always will be.”

“Good.” Laura tugged her bottom lip between her teeth. “Then give me tonight. And tomorrow, and every other day. Don’t hold back. I am yours and I need you to know that.”

“Are you sure?” Chicklet let out a soft laugh. “Sloan told me to show you my fucked up bits. But they’re pretty out there.”

“I don’t care. I want them all.”

“Then they’re yours. I’m yours.” Chicklet covered Laura’s mouth with hers in a bruising kiss, her tongue slipping past her lips, the grip on the back of her neck holding her still. She stole all Laura’s strength and left her on her knees, her eyes pressed shut, her whole body humming with need.

The music thumped around her, accented with the odd scream, a sudden whimper. She flattened her hands on the floor and sank deeper into that tranquil pool where nothing mattered but this moment. She wanted Chicklet to come home with her. To hold her close, then wake up with her so they could discuss something more permanent.

But that was for later. Tonight they were experiencing something new together.

And Laura still wanted to know what was in that box.

“Time to strip, my little school girl.” Chicklet winked at her when she looked up. “You didn’t think we were done here, did you?”

“No, M—Professor.” Laura sat back on her heels, wincing at the sting. She unbuttoned her shirt, placing it at her side. Her bra followed. Within seconds, she was completely naked, goosebumps rising all over her flesh as Chicklet’s gaze traveled over her. “We don’t have to use all the toys, do we?”

“Hmm… Well, let’s see what we have here.” Chicklet pulled several little jars from the box, a tube of lotion, a spray bottle, and several foam brushes. “These don’t look like art supplies. What games have you been playing, you naughty girl?”

Laura wasn’t quite sure. Were those body paints?

“Are you allergic to latex?” Chicklet nodded at the silver man, who Laura had to stare at again to make sure he was breathing. “You can’t play with toys like that if you are.”

“No. I’ve worn some latex shirts before.” She’d never really liked them though. She didn’t have the body for it.

“Mmm, I bet that looked fucking hot.” Chicklet’s eyes narrowed when Laura snorted. “Argue with me. I dare you.”

“No, Professor.”

“Good. Now lie down. I’m feeling creative.”

Laying down on the tarp, Laura held still as Chicklet spread the lotion all over her body, starting with her stomach, which tickled, then spending a long time massaging it into her breasts until she was moaning and rising up to her touch. The slick glide of her fingers felt amazing. And the way Chicklet smirked as she tugged at her nipples gave her a deep satisfaction.

Chicklet was having fun with her. She even spent extra time on Laura’s feet when she giggled, laughing when Laura tried to pull away.

Every scene Laura had done before was so cut and dry. Pain, pleasure, release. The make-up of the scenes might be different, but the ‘play’ had never been this playful. It was a nice change.

Once she was covered in lotion, Chicklet opened the first jar, which held a pretty, aqua blue shade. She dipped the foam brush in and began to spread the liquid latex over Laura’s stomach.

The liquid was cool at first, but warmed after a few moments, tightening and forming over her like a second skin. A bright purple followed, covering her breasts. Red over her thighs. Green on her arms. Yellow on her calves. A dark rose shade on her feet.

Setting the brush aside, Chicklet looked her over as though admiring her work. The slick, wet sensation shifted, solidifying, clinging to her. She was afraid to move, afraid she’d tear it.

Then Chicklet began another coat, and it was like Laura was wearing a thin glove that covered half her body. Every nerve was tingling as the latex lifted off her skin. Some of it was a little itchy, but the sensation passed. She expected to grow numb to the brush strokes, but the thin coat was too close. As Chicklet began to splatter the liquid over her, she hissed in a breath. That second skin was tender. Or maybe she was just more aware of her own skin beneath it.

Either way, she had to fight to keep still as Chicklet traced a finger over the smooth surface covering her.

“I love it. You always cover yourself, but now you’re mine to decorate as I please. And every beautiful inch of you, every curve, is on display.”

Laura smiled, that pleasant tipsy sensation returning. “I’d wear whatever you asked me to.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Chicklet grinned. “I’m going to use the spray now. It’s supposed to make you all shiny.”

Using the spray bottle, Chicklet covered her with a clear mist, letting out a hum of pleasure when she finished. She waited for it to dry, then took a knee at Laura’s side.

“I’d love to take a picture, just to show you what I see.”

Laura resisted the press of Chicklet’s hands as she tried to turn her. “Take one. I want to see.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Chicklet pushed to her feet and quickly went to her bag, pulling out her phone. She snapped a few pictures, then dropped her phone on the tarp.

“I’ll give you a copy then delete them. They will never be shared.”

“I trust you.” Laura frowned. “But you’re reassuring me for a reason?”

“Yes. My Master and Mistress have several photos of me on their website that I never consented to.” Chicklet rolled her shoulders. “I’m over it, but I haven’t taken photos of anyone since.”

“I’m happy you’re comfortable with me.”

“So am I.” Chicklet shook her head and laughed. “I’m spoiling the scene. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’m in my happy place.” Other than worrying about the silver man. Was he getting anything out of this? “I’m thinking I have too many toys though.”

“You would. But don’t. Half his pleasure is being in that outfit. The rest will come.” Chicklet rolled her over and began painting her back. “Since we’ve broken from the roleplay, tell me how you feel about fucking men.”

I’m not sure if I love or hate how blunt she is. Laura wrinkled her nose as she hid her face against the tarp. “I should like it.”

“Why?”

“I enjoy penetration. But…it’s hard to explain.”

“Try.”

This was the not so fun part of having a Dom/me. Mills had never pushed her, had never really asked about her past, but she knew some Masters needed to know every dark shadow, every trigger, every insecurity in their subs as they moved forward in their relationship.

She’d known Chicklet was like that, but it didn’t make this easier.

“I’ve been in the scene enough to see how bisexuals can be labeled as confused, but…I could deal with that. I want to say I am attracted to men and women. Being attracted to women alone is what fucked up my life.” She brought her hands up to her face and groaned. “If I could be happy with a man, I could fit in. And I needed that. I know it doesn’t matter who you’re fucking. I know anything ‘other’ is difficult. Judged. But it wasn’t my kind of judged.”

“So…you secretly identify as a lesbian, but don’t feel like you should.”

“I’ve been with men.”

“You just said who you fuck doesn’t matter.”

“Yes, but—”

“No. It’s that simple. Laura, who you are as a submissive and what you identify as are two different things. I may make you fuck men because you’ve told me you enjoy the penetration. A dick feels different than a dildo. And there’s nothing wrong with that.” Chicklet gently stroked the brush between her shoulder blades. “That doesn’t make you bisexual. Whether you’re on one side of the spectrum or the other, you are what you are. That may change, but you are the only one who gets to decide either way.”

A tension Laura hadn’t even known was there eased from her chest. When she’d been with Mills she’d cut off a huge part of herself. Being with Chicklet made it easier to explore her identity, but she’d still felt off. She wasn’t sure where she belonged. Sometimes it seemed like she didn’t belong anywhere. Like the claims she’d made to her mother, the very ones that left her lost and alone so very young, could have been avoided.

All she had to do was find the right man. Then she could be who everyone expected her to be.

She could want a man. Fuck a man. Submit to one.

But a woman had taken her to another level. And it felt so right she couldn’t even compare.

“So I don’t lose my lesbian card if you share me with a man?”

“If you need a card, I’ll have one made.” Chicklet bent down and kissed her cheek. “You’ve suffered so much to accept yourself. No one gets to take that away, Laura. But I will stuff that sweet pussy with all kinds of dick. Because I’ll enjoy watching and you’ll enjoy whatever I do to you.”

“I will.” Laura tugged her bottom lip between her teeth. Chicklet owned her completely. Which was perfect. Maybe the labels didn’t matter. Hell, even in the lifestyle, Chicklet was smashing through the boundaries.

Why not let her destroy them all?

A second, then third coat of latex covered her. She cried out as Chicklet dragged her to her knees by her hair.

And hissed in her ear. “This toy, how do you use it? Do you let that thick dick fill your pretty little cunt?”

“Sometimes.” Laura eyed the silver man’s dick. He was covered with a latex sheath that made him look huge. “But the toy is a bit bigger now.”

Chicklet slid her fingers down, pressing them against Laura’s slick pussy. “Oh, I think you can take him. But what about this pretty ass? Do you think you can take me?”

Laura didn’t get a chance to answer before Chicklet lifted her up to straddle silver man’s thighs. His dick, sheathed in silver latex, pressed against her.

Fingers spreading her open, Chicklet whispered in her ear. “Take him for me, pet. Let me see this huge cock fill you.”

For the first time, silver man moved. His dick shifted against her and he let out a low moan. She stared at the silver hood covering his face. At the metal grates over his eyes and wondered who he was.

One of the detectives?

No. They played light with pretty, skinny girls. A little spanking and they were done. This man needed more.

His dick sank into her.

And she realized it didn’t matter who he was. He was here because Chicklet had chosen him. Decided to give him what he needed tonight.

She’d let Laura be a part of that. Which removed the guilt of turning him into a thing. What she needed, what she saw as right and wrong was for her. It didn’t make him less for wanting to escape in another way. The thick sheath covering him kept them disconnected, but connected in another way.

While she didn’t feel him as a man, he didn’t feel her as a person at all. There was the right pressure, brought to him as he let himself become nothing but a toy. As her pussy slicked up, clenching around the thick intrusion, all the thick latex would give him was a bit of pressure.

Her body responded, but her mind lost track of the goal, which was complete abandon. She slipped into her skin, which was tight and strangely smooth. Her ass was burning, and suddenly she could sense every raised welt.

Chicklet knelt behind her and kissed her shoulder. “It takes a lot to keep your mind busy. Lean down on him. Your skin isn’t touching his. It’s like neither of you is real.”

Laura whimpered as Chicklet’s words hit her and she realized she couldn’t really feel Chicklet’s flesh either. She was pressing against her, but that thin coat of latex was between them.

“I’m here, little dove.”

“Please don’t call me that. Call me pet or slut or…anything else.”

“Why? I won’t call you that anymore, but I need to know why.”

“Because doves are a symbol of motherhood. Other things too, but that…I have another mother. A better one. She wants me. But it didn’t come from nature. It was a choice.” Damn it, she was in the mind space where she wasn’t watching her words anymore. And she couldn’t pull back. “I’m sorry, I’m making a lot out of nothing.”

“Not nothing, pet. If we weren’t in a good place, you wouldn’t have told me so much. Wouldn’t have said what I thought was sweet hurt you.” The hard, smooth dick she’d strapped on pressed against her. “I used it because you are calm, peaceful, and giving. But a pretty little dove can be killed by something stronger. And you are so much more. I don’t need a pet name for what you are to me.”

The head of Chicklet’s strap on dick slipped past the first ring of muscle. And Laura didn’t bother telling her she’d never been taken there before. She let Chicklet move her, sink into her, claiming her in every way.

Her toy, who lay so still beneath them, her hard dick which she slicked with lube and pressed deep into Laura’s tight hole, were only objects used to bring them to the goal. Which was that sweet connection as they came together in passion and pleasure.

As she lost complete control of her body, Laura hovered on the edge, waiting…

She needed Chicklet with her. Now, more than ever.

Chicklet’s pressed in deep and breathed against her neck. “Stay with me!”

Laura screamed as the silver man jerked up and Chicklet thrust in. Her body was full and her mind was exactly where it needed to be. Flowing in the waves over pleasure. Lost as an intense spark flared within and stole her away to ride the blazing current.

“I know our deal was for you to leave when we were done, but she’ll be more at ease if you help.”

“I know.” The silver man kept his voice low. Laura felt like she should know him, but she didn’t try to guess who he was. He wouldn’t be covered if he wanted anyone to know. “But I listened to you. You have something strong.”

The latex peeling away from Laura’s flesh tore at the fine hairs, which jerked her a little from that sweet spot in her mind, but not enough to force her to open her eyes. She let them lay her down and didn’t move.

“You’re not a sub. Why did you put your name on the list?’ Chicklet sounded concerned. Even confused.

The silver man let out a soft laugh. “I was told I am a Dom. But I needed to see the other side. We will never discuss this again, Do I have your word?”

“You do, but you don’t need it.” Chicklet laughed, but it was hollow. “I think I know you, but I could be wrong.”

“Leave it at that, then. You don’t need to know me. We’re done here.”

“Yes, we are.”

And when Laura opened her eyes, he was gone.

Chicklet held Laura for the rest of the night, loving the weight of her in her arms. Dominik had stopped by at one point to check on them, bringing a small blanket and a bottle of water, but not saying a word. She appreciated his silence. Laura was in a good place, but still a little fragile. The last time she’d spoken, her words had been slurred.

Smiling, Chicklet stroked her back. She loved all the games, loved the freedom to explore her every twisted desire, but none of that compared to having someone to share them with. She’d never imagined she needed that, but now that she had Laura, she couldn’t even remember how she managed without.

The music faded away and Chicklet blinked as the lights came on. Almost everyone had cleared out of the club while she’d been lost in her thoughts. She hated to disturb Laura when she was being all relaxed and cuddly, but it was time to get her back to her own bed.

“Come on, love.” Chicklet eased Laura onto the loveseat and stood to grab her clothes from the bag. “Let’s get you out of here.”

“Will you come with me?” Laura stood shakily, her eyes big and filled with hope. “Will you stay?”

She wasn’t asking for only tonight. Chicklet wished she could say yes, but how could she work at the bar with her father while living almost three hours away?

It’s not like you work every day.

No, but what about her team?

They only play a couple times a month.

One of the best things about her life was there was nothing holding her down. And she’d found a woman who needed a little taste of that. She could keep her place in Digby and steal Laura away once in a while to enjoy everything that made the town the place she’d always call home.

A place she hoped Laura would call home too when she retired. Maybe they could build a house near her father’s, convince him to expand the bar into a small restaurant. Her step-mother wanted to run a bed and breakfast. Chicklet wasn’t nice enough to help her deal with tourists, but Laura would be great at that.

Dude, she’s not asking you to plan out the next twenty years. She’s asking you to live with her.

Laughing softly, so happy she felt high, Chicklet met Laura’s eyes. And said the only thing she needed to hear. “I’ll stay.”

Epilogue

Three years later.

Clearing the beer bottles from the crowded table, Laura weaved carefully through the noisy throng, breathing a sigh of relief as she finally made it to the bar. She set down the tray and tugged at her ridiculously short skirt. Her face heated as she caught Chicklet watching her with a little smirk on her lips.

The leather skirt and the practically transparent white shirt were revenge for the dress Laura had chosen for Chicklet to wear on their last date night. She knew very well Chicklet didn’t do flowers, but the dress was so pretty and Laura begged her to wear it.

To repay her, Laura had to wear whatever was chosen for her during her three-week vacation. Which was fine at Chicklet’s place, but the bar was a completely different story.

She’d expected tonight to be bad, since everyone in town over eighteen seemed to have come to watch the game. After the team was eliminated, they began clearing out. Things were quiet for a few hours.

Then the players showed up.

News traveled fast. A few of the guys looked like they’d hopped out of bed and ran to the bar without getting changed. Every man and woman in the bar fought to get as close as possible to the players, ordering them drink after drink, shouting questions about bad plays, missed shots, and stupid penalties.

Laura almost felt bad for the players. Not too bad, because they could have avoided all this by going home to drink. Fine, Sloan’s father lived here, and he spent most of his summers in Digby, but did he really have to drag the other two along?

One of the guys, shorter than the other two, with rumpled blond curls and light blue eyes, squeezed through the press of bodies around his table and made his way to the bar. He slipped onto a stool, hunching his shoulders as a couple of men stepped up to his sides, ignoring his very clear leave-me-the-fuck-alone vibe.

Chicklet slapped her hands on the bar and glared at the men. “All right, you boys need to back off. Sloan’s answered all your questions. So has Mason. Tyler doesn’t feel like talking.”

“He’s still hurting because that chick dumped him. It’s her fault they lost.” A bulky, bearded man, Pierre, who never seemed to leave the bar, patted Tyler’s shoulder hard, almost knocking him off his stool. “Find yourself another piece of ass, son. You’ll feel much better.”

Tyler clenched his fist on the bar. “She wasn’t a piece of ass.”

Pierre laughed. “Of course she was! And from what I hear, she was making her way around the whole team. Nasty little slu—”

Glass shattered, as Tyler spun to punch Pierre.

Before his fist could connect, Chicklet latched onto his wrist. “None of that. Why don’t you come around the bar and keep me company, cutie?” She shot Pierre a cold glare. “You’re fucking wasted and I’m tired of your shit. Pay your tab and get the fuck out of my bar.”

“Me?” Pierre pointed at Tyler as the young man walked around the bar. “He tried to hit me.”

“You’re lucky I didn’t hit you. Oriana’s a friend of mine.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I don’t care. Leave before I have you removed.” Chicklet sighed when he folded his arms over his chest. “Where’s a cop when you need one? Oh, wait!” She grinned at Laura. “You wanna take care of this for me, love?”

Snorting, Pierre looked Laura over. “Really, Chicklet? You’re siccing your pretty little girlfriend on me?”

“Absolutely. I’d take you out myself, but the last thing I need is an assault charge.” Chicklet pulled a cold beer from the fridge under the bar and handed it to Tyler. “I think drunk and disorderly is fitting. You can arrest him, can’t you, Laura?”

Laura shook her head, her lips quirking at the excitement in Chicklet’s tone. She’d been asking Laura if she could watch her arrest someone for a while. Maybe they’d have to negotiate a scene.

“This isn’t my jurisdiction, Chicklet.” She turned to Pierre. “But if I see you get behind the wheel of that truck of yours, I’ll make sure someone arrests you tonight.”

“I think I’ll walk.” Pierre grabbed his jacket and strode out.

Good idea.

Letting out a heavy sigh, Chicklet focused on the young man slumped against the bar beside her. “She’s no fun.”

Tyler shrugged and stared at his beer.

“All right, sport. Talk to me. I know it was a rough loss, but you guys went further than expected. You’ll do better next year.” She put her hand on his shoulder. “Unless Pierre was right and this is really about Oriana.”

“I was falling in love with her.” Tyler picked up his beer, shook his head, then placed it back on the bar. “The sex was fucking amazing. I didn’t mind the sharing… Well, most of the time. I figured we’d both have our fun and one day she’d see I was good enough for her. But I wasn’t. I’m not…” He looked over to where Sloan and Dominik were laughing with their many fans. “I’m not them.”

“No, you’re not. And Oriana needs to give up control, needs a strong master and an experienced sadist to satisfy her.” Chicklet slid her hand to the back of his neck. “You have nothing to offer her, angel.”

Licking his bottom lip, Tyler grabbed his beer. “Gee, thanks.”

As Chicklet stroked the side of Tyler’s neck with her thumb, Laura bite back a smile. It had been a long time since Chicklet had shown any interest in the submissives around the clubs they went to. She’d found a few Doms to do some pretty intense scened with Laura, but she couldn’t play her favorite fucked up games with them.

This young man was perfect. Watching Chicklet slowly seduce him was sexy as hell. Before the end of the night, he wouldn’t remember the name of the woman who’d dumped him.

He might not even remember his own.

Over the years, Laura’s desires had become almost as twisted as her Mistress’s. The limits she’d once held fast to had changed. The only thing that hadn’t changed was her need to please the woman she loved.

Tonight, that would be easy.

“What do you say, Laura?” Chicklet gave her a hooded look as she brushed her lips close to Tyler’s ear. “Did you bring your handcuffs? I think Tyler could use some cheering up.”

Laura grinned. She didn’t know many people whose mood improved while in handcuffs, but that was a disadvantage of the job. If anyone could give her a new outlook, it would be Chicklet.

She’d done it with every other aspect of her life.

Besides, the young man was better looking than most of the real criminals Laura arrested. He’d be amusing for the night. She’d try not to hurt him.

Much.

“You bring your toy.” Laura winked at Tyler. The boy didn’t know what he was getting himself into. “And I’ll bring mine.”

THE END

Game Misconduct

THE DARTMOUTH COBRAS #1

The game has always cast a shadow over Oriana Delgado’s life. She should hate the game. But she doesn’t. The passion and the energy of the sport are part of her. But so is the urge to drop the role of the Dartmouth Cobra owner’s ‘good daughter’ and find a less . . .conventional one.

Playmaker Max Perron never expected a woman to accept him and his twisted desires. Oriana came close, but he wasn’t surprised when she walked away. A girl like her needs normal. Which he can’t give her. He’s too much of a team player, and not just on the ice.

But then Oriana’s father goes too far in trying to control her and she decides to use exposure as blackmail. Just the implication of her spending the night with the Cobras’ finest should get her father to back off.

Turns out a team player is exactly what she needs.

“Ms Sommerland takes us on an extremely incredible journey as we watch Oriana’s master her own sexuality. She comes to realize that there is more out there that she craves and desires, than she has ever realized.” Rhayne —Guilty Pleasures

“With a delicious storyline and kinky characters outside of the norm, Game Misconduct pushes you outside of your comfort zone and rewards your submission with phenomenally erotic sex. If you’re a fan of hardcore BDSM, then this book is going to top your list of must reads!” Silla Beaumont —Just Erotic Romance

Defensive Zone

THE DARTMOUTH COBRAS #2

Silver Delgado has gained control of the Dartmouth Cobras—and lost control of her life.

Hockey might be the family business, but it’s never interested Silver. Until her father’s health decline thrusts responsibility for the team he owns straight into her hands. Now she has to find a way to get the team more fans and establish herself as the new owner. Which means standing up to Dean Richter, the general manager and the advisor her father has forced on her. The fact that their “business relationship” started with her over his lap at his BDSM club shouldn’t be too much of a problem. Their hot one-night stand meant nothing! But how can she earn his respect when he sees her as submissive? Can they separate work and the lifestyle she’s curious to explore?

Balancing her new life away from Hollywood, living among people who see her as the selfish Delgado princess, has her feeling lost and alone until Landon Bower, the Cobras new goalie slips into her life and becomes her best—and only—friend. The time they spend together makes everything else bearable, but before long his eyes meet hers with more than friendship, reflecting what she feels. Which could ruin everything.

Two Dominant men who see past her pretty mask and the shallow image she portrayed to the flashing cameras. A gentle attack from both sides that she can’t hope to block unless she learns how to play.

But she’s getting the hang of the game.

Breakaway

THE DARTMOUTH COBRAS #3

Against some attacks, the only hope is to come out and meet the play.

Last year, Jami Richter had no plans, no goals, no future. But that’s all changed. First step, make up for putting her father through hell by supporting the hockey team he manages and becoming an Ice Girl. But a photo shoot puts her right in the arms of Sebastian Ramos, a Dartmouth Cobra defenseman with a reputation for getting any woman—or, as the rumors imply, man—he desires. And the powerful dominant wants her…and Luke. Getting involved in Seb’s lifestyle gives her a new understanding of the game and the bonds between players. But can she handle being caught between two men who want her, while struggling with their attraction to one another?

Luke Carter’s life is about as messed up as his scarred face. His mother is sick. His girlfriend dumps him. When he goes to his favorite BDSM club to blow off some steam, his Dom status is turned upside down when a therapeutic beating puts him in a good place. He flatly denies being submissive—or, even worse, being attracted to another man. He wants Jami but can’t have her without getting involved with Sebastian. Can he overcome his own prejudices long enough to admit he wants them both?

Caught between Luke and Jami, Sebastian Ramos does everything in his power to fulfill their needs. His two new submissives willingly share their bodies, but not their secrets. When his own past comes back to haunt him, the fragile foundation of their relationship is ripped apart. As he works to salvage the damage done by doubt and insecurity, he discovers that Jami is hiding something dangerous. But it may already be too late.

Offside

THE DARTMOUTH COBRAS #4

A pace ahead of the play can send you back to the start. And put everything you’ve worked for at risk.

Single mother and submissive Rebecca Bower abandoned her career as a sports reporter to become a media consultant with her brother’s hockey team. A failed marriage to a selfish man makes her wary of getting involved with another. Unfortunately, chemistry is hard to deny, and all her hormones are dancing when she gets close to the Cobra’s sniper, Scott Demyan.

Zachary Pearce ‘came out’ to the world last season to shift attention away from a teammate. And his one night with Scott Demyan had been unsettling. There could be more there, if only Scott was a different person. Instead, a night of sensual BDSM play with Becky leaves him wanting more, but she thinks he’s gay and questions his interest. It’s been a long time since a woman has attracted him both as a man and a Dom, and he’ll do everything in his power to prove she’s the only one he needs. Or wants. His one time with Scott was a mistake.

Scott might have forgotten what happened in his childhood, but the effects linger, and he specializes in drunken one-night stands…until he meets Zach and Becky and sees what he’s missing. But neither one believes Scott can be faithful. Although he’s trying hard to clean up his act to avoid getting kicked off the team, they want more from him. He’s willing to make changes, but the most important one—putting their happiness before his own—means he’ll probably end up alone.

Delayed Penalty

THE DARTMOUTH COBRAS #5

All choices have consequences, only sometimes they’re . . . delayed.

Cortland Nash fled Dartmouth to avoid being arrested for murder, but his best friend, Ford Delgado, is in danger. Cort returns, prepared to keep his head down, and do whatever it takes to keep Ford breathing, but when he finds a beautiful young woman out in the snow, frozen in fear, his plans change. He needs to make sure she’s safe—even if the greatest danger is him.

Akira Hayashi never thought she’d overcome her fear of men, but the care of an experienced Dom helped her achieve so much more. She’s embraced her submissive side, and found her strength as the captain of the Dartmouth Cobras’ Ice Girls. There’s nothing she can’t do—except function when she’s mugged in a parking lot. The intimidating stranger who rescues her makes her feel things she never thought possible. The only problem is his connection with Ford, a man she’ll hate forever because she refuses to feel anything else.

With the constant threats from the crime lord he once called “Dad,” Ford Delgado has no room in his life for love. Unfortunately, Akira already has his heart—which is split in two when he discovers Cort is dating her. The betrayal has him lashing out, trying to move on, to grow as a Dom, and free himself from Kingsley’s criminal empire. He tries to forget what Akira means to him, but one look into her eyes shows him the last thing she needs is for him to let her go.

Iron Cross

THE DARTMOUTH COBRAS #6

Too many penalties may leave the goal vulnerable without the IRON CROSS.

After overcoming a potentially career-ending concussion, Tyler Vanek, Dartmouth Cobras first line forward, couldn't be happier with his life. Until his boyhood hero-worship for Raif Zovko, a newly acquired player, develops into more. His mistress, 'Chicklet' encourages him to explore his feelings, and with her enjoyment of toying with the powerful Dom, Tyler figures it might be fun.

Laura Tallent, a dedicated officer with the Halifax PD, and Chicklet's first sub, is tired of Tyler's fun disrupting the structure of her world. Devotion to her mistress kept her silent for two years, but a horrible case and more proof that Tyler is the worst sub in existence has her wondering how much better life would be if he was someone else's problem. Someone like Raif.

Raif won't deny the lust he feels for Tyler, but he refuses to play games with a young man who's questioning his sexuality--he won't be an experimental phase for an unruly submissive. But when Laura draws him into a plan to remove Tyler from her poly relationship with Chicklet, his protective instincts take over. He partners with Chicklet to protect Tyler and dig deeper into the reasons behind Laura's scheming. Chicklet clearly loves her boy, she won't let him go. And before long, Raif realizes neither can he.

Blindsided by the discord in her household, Chicklet struggles to fulfill her subs' needs as their careers throw challenges at them all. Control is slipping from her hands, but with Raif by her side, she prays her relationships can be saved. Salvaging the future means rebuilding with a new foundation. But the only way to make the base solid is for them all to work together. And with all the secrecy and lies, she has no idea where to start.

Goal Line

THE DARTMOUTH COBRAS #7

The goal doesn’t count until it crosses the line.

Captain of the Dartmouth Cobras hockey team, Dominik Mason, believes his team can make a damn good playoff run. He and his men won’t stop fighting until they win the ultimate prize. There’s no doubt when it comes to The Game.

Off the ice, there’s nothing but uncertainty. His life has been in a holding pattern and it’s time to move on. Which might be easier without the lifestyle that has lost its appeal. As much as he loved training subs, he’s tired of giving his all only to go home alone.

Tragedy once brought him closer to Sahara Dionne, the exquisite, yet fragile Ice Girl, but when her abusive-ex darkens her path once again, Dominik can’t help but wonder if his friendship might not be the best thing for her.

But she craves his touch, his dominance, and his possession. Everything he desires is finally within his reach.

All he has to do is take the shot.

About the Author

Tell you about me? Hmm, well there’s not much to say. I love hockey and cars and my kids…not in that order of course! Lol! When I’m not writing—which isn’t often—I’m usually watching a game or a car show while networking. Going out with my kids is my only downtime. I get to clear my head and forget everything.

As for when and why I first started writing, I guess I thought I’d get extra cookies if I was quiet for awhile—that’s how young I was. I used to bring my grandmother barely legible pages filled with tales of evil unicorns. She told me then that I would be a famous author.

I hope one day to prove her right.

For more of my work, please visit: www.ImNoAngel.com

Also by Bianca Sommerland

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The Dartmouth Cobras

Blind Pass

Game Misconduct

Defensive Zone

Breakaway

Offside

Delayed Penalty

Iron Cross

Goal Line

Line Brawl

Also

Deadly Captive

Collateral Damage

The End – Coming Soon

Celestial Pets: Evil’s Embrace

Solid Education

Street Smarts

Forbidden Steps

Rosemary Entwined

The Trip

Tamed (Feral Bonds 0.5)

Winter’s Wrath Series

Backlash

Table of Contents

- Title Page
- Copyright
- Also by Bianca Sommerland
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Epilogue
- Game Misconduct
- Defensive Zone
- Breakaway
- Offside
- Delayed Penalty
- Iron Cross
- Goal Line
- About the Author
- Also by Bianca Sommerland