Hot Heroes – Day Three
Is everyone ready for Angel Payne’s Scottish dream Sam Mackenna? Come take a look at what revs this RAF pilot’s jets with an excerpt from WILD Card:
He stopped her with another kiss. Dug his hand against her scalp, locking her head in place. Stabbed his tongue against hers, as if needing to strip off the words she’d just uttered. When he let her mouth go, he kept his hand in place. Dragged her head back up so he could impale her stare with his. The command in his grip was as compelling as the force in his eyes, once more driving in like that fresh poker, scalding its way onto her psyche, searing its way into her soul.
“I want to spank you again, Jenny.”
She swallowed. “I know.” Ohhh God, how she did. All the silver spikes in his gaze had told her so.
“I still don’t want to be gentle about it.”
“I…I know.”
He dragged in a rocky breath. “Do you?”
“Of—of course. I pissed you off. And you’re a Dominant.” And I want you to punish me. To control me.
Yes, please…
“No.” He shook his head fiercely. “No, you don’t understand. The punishin’…it’s done. But I’m not.” He pushed in, smashing his lips to hers.
“God help me, my burners are just starting to fire.” His hand twisted tighter in her hair. “Nothing I feel about you is civilized, woman. It hasn’t been for quite a while.”
Her senses swam in a thick fog. It felt so good. Everything about him felt so good. “You…really mean that, don’t you?”
“I do.”
Her lips lifted. Only one glass of wine but everything was limp and carefree, as if she’d had the whole bottle. “I had no idea.”
“Disguised it that well, did I?” He curled a smile of his own. “When all I thought about, walkin’ into your little office every mornin’, was how to get you exactly like this. Wait—no.” He swung around to mount the bed, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her with him. She now knelt on the mattress, wrists tethered to the bedpost, ass high and presented to him. “Exactly like this,” he revised with a growl.
Jen lowered her head between her arms. The pose, so submissive, also felt completely right. “Thank you for the clarification, Sir.”
“Sir?” Another satisfied vibration from his chest. “So that’s how it is, hmmm?”
“Is there…a problem with that?” She finished by subtly wiggling her ass, though it was no small feat. With his hand sweeping back and forth across her cheeks, spreading the heat of his first swats, it was all she could do to be coy. She needed more of him, so damn badly. Needed him to touch her in other places…illicit places…
“Not a problem at all.” But while his voice approved, he pulled his hands away. Bafflement struck, but only for a second. A fresh wave of arousal took over—as Sam reached to a control panel embedded in the bed’s footboard. After he pushed a button, the mattress began to raise up—but only beneath her legs. She would’ve laughed aloud, if the action didn’t heat her sex in a hundred new ways. A control number bed, the D/s version. Was there any end to what the Nyte’s creators had dreamed up in the way of kinky delights?
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