Master Dragon by Gray Dixon
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Masters of Tabu
For thirty-five years, Brock Dragon has been single, but for good reason. Working at Club Tabu, Knight Enterprises, attending college and taking care of his family, he just didn’t have time to meet the right woman and fall in love. That is, until the little spitfire with short hair and the curves of a real woman steals his breath away.
When Karlie Larson returns home to Dallas, Texas, as a Doctor of Aero-Astro Physics, she never planned to explore her sexuality at Club Tabu with the urging of her cousin. She quickly realizes the stranger with the dragon tattoo can give her what she has only fantasized about.
Can one look, one kiss, one whisper from the dangerous Bad Boy of the Big D turn into Mr. Right and give Karlie a first time she’ll never forget, shaking the very foundation of her well-ordered world?
“Gray Dixon has definitely done it again. She develops her characters precisely and creates a story that grabs the readers and won’t release them. She did that once again here. I love her work and can’t wait to read more from her. The Masters of Tabu Series is quickly becoming one of my favorite BDSM series. Extremely hot, and dealing with real issues, I expect that it will go a long way!” ~ Delighted Reader Reviews ~ Rhonda Dennis
He raised his eyebrows. She answers questions with questions? She’s a very challenging woman. He could see it in her eyes, and those wheels were constantly turning in her head. “Miss Larson, I told you before, you aren’t crazy. Now, let’s stop talking and get started on your lesson. There’s nothing for you to fear.”
She smiled. “Yes, Sir.”
“Oh, Doc.” He cupped her warm cheek in his hand. “You’re so adorable.” He didn’t want to stop touching her. In fact, he wanted to kiss those delectable lips, to taste her, and feel her, but that wasn’t part of the plan. He pulled his hand away and only kissed her cheek. He stood and took a step back. “Stand please.”
As she followed his direction, he searched through his toy bag. He glanced over his shoulder to check her. Her eyes were closed, but a tiny smile was on her face which made him express one as well. She was so brave which endeared her more. It was way too soon for him to have such feelings for a woman he met only a few hours before. He completely understood her fears because he had them too. Imagine, he thought he might be crazy to have this strong an attraction to a woman. Once he found what he needed next, he approached her.
“Before we proceed, Miss Larson, I need you to remove your bra for me.”
Her eyes popped open. “What?”
Her eyes tracked up to his and the look in them indicated she recognized the little wicked sadist standing before her. Yeah, he had an evil streak sometimes when he played. He hadn’t planned on stripping her naked, not for her first time, but he couldn’t help himself when he saw the nipple clamps in his bag. Yeah, he was evil, but he had a hunch she’d take them without too much resistance. For research, of course. He could hear her voice in his head saying those words.
He watched with pleasure as she removed the lacy bra, keeping her gaze frozen with his. She dropped the bra to the floor. She trembled, but not as much as a few minutes before. It took all his strength not to let out a resounding gasp in recognition of the beautiful sight before him. God, she was more delightful than he expected. Her breasts were pert, full, and her nipples were already hardening into tight peaks.
Maintaining eye contact, he stepped forward. With one hand, he ran his knuckles along her cheek, leaned in, and brushed his mouth against her lips. While keeping her distracted, he reached with his free hand to her breast. He pinched and kneaded the nipple between his thumb and finger. After a minute he managed to affix the tweezer clamp onto her taut nipple.
She moaned into his mouth.
Brock growled into hers before he backed off.
“Ow.” Her remark came after she glanced down and saw his handiwork dangling so pretty from her pinched nipple.
She stared up at him and gasped. Her focus stayed on his hand as he twirled the second clamp. She bit her bottom lip as he clutched her other breast, repeating the process. She unsuccessfully tried to shy away from his touch, but he was too quick and adept at attaching the little torture devices.
“Breathe through the pain, Doc. You told me you have a high tolerance. You can do this. It only lasts a little while before giving way to a more manageable level.”
Karlie lifted her chin. The expression on her face was disbelief at what he said. He planned to fix her doubt and stepped back toward his bag. He found what he wanted and brought the duffel back to where she stood, placing it on the floor. He withdrew a few clothespins at a time.
Her eyes widened. “What are those for?”
Although her breathing calmed, a quizzical look painted her face. The new devices obviously helped the distraction from the clamps. The first wooden clothespin he placed just to the side of her left nipple toward her side. She moaned as he clamped three more in a horizontal line. He repeated the process on the other breast.
By the time he finished, her even breathing had transitioned to panting. She was delightful. Much to his surprise, he was getting into the scene more than he expected. Pleasure from her pain snuck up behind him and grabbed him hard by the balls. He wanted to take her deeper into play.
She gasped and went to reach for her breasts. His reaction was quicker. “Naughty, naughty, Miss Larson. They stay where I put them.” He held her wrists in his strong grip.
“You’re an evil man,” she hissed the words out.
“Yes, I am.” He emphasized his statement with a wicked grin. “I can’t have you ruining my work, Miss Larson. If you wish to end our lesson, you can use your safeword.”
She bit her bottom lip for the umpteenth time, and he guessed was part of her thought process. Tears formed in her eyes, a clear indication the pain was getting to her. Could he push her to let go, let the pleasure wash over her, and let the pain fade.
He looked into her face, their gaze transfixed on each other. A realization hit him. He needed this in a way he’d suppressed for too long. The little spitfire was sparking something tangible inside him. A switch flipped inside making him want more. He was aroused, but in a more visceral way. He loved the power exchange with subs and the pleasure they gave him, but he rarely had sex with anyone the first time they played. An overwhelming desire to take Karlie right now was almost too much to control. His body heated in anticipation of sinking his cock deep inside her cunt, making her come so hard, she’d scream his name.
Gray Dixon is the nom de plume of an erotic writer of hot, sexy stories for the lover of romance novels. On the serious side, she’s married to her Dear Heart for many years, has three children, many grandchildren, a dog, a couple of fish, a big yard with lots of fruit trees, two cars and a house. Ah, the American Dream she loves to describe. She likes a lot of different things, crafts, watching the History Channel, reality shows (not all, but some), travel, and of course writing. She’s worked hard all her life in many interesting fields and enjoyed all of them, but she finally found enough time to relax and enjoy escaping into the worlds she created through her stories. She mainly writes erotic romance with BDSM elements, and hopes readers will enjoy the tales she weaves.
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