I'm sharing a scene on this week's WipItUp Wednesday from book two of my new Miami Masters series, MASTER ME, please.
In this scene, Dax has just rescued Krista from an abusive Dom and isn't happy with her decision to return to the BDSM lifestyle alone at a new club she knew nothing about.
This is a mistake. Dax knew that, but he
couldn’t turn from the longing still portrayed on Krista's face or the telltale
shiver his threat invoked. Her eyes
didn’t shy away from his as he took the keys and ushered her inside the small
cottage home he could easily picture as hers.
He executed a sweeping glance around the large, open living area, liking
how the smoky grey, hard-wood floors and pale blue walls lightened the room
that was lit with just one corner lamp next to a wicker sofa. Decorated with much more feminine décor than
the house she’d shared with her husband, he could see Krista’s hand in the
colorful, shell decorated seat cushions and whimsical knickknacks placed
through the room.
“You
have a nice view of the canal,” he said, nodding toward the wide sliders
letting in a stream of moonlight. “What
made you decide on such a change?”
Shrugging,
she took the keys he handed back to her and looked away. “I’ve always wanted to live along the
water. Dax…”
Forestalling
another insistence that she was fine now, he held up his hand. “Do you have an antibiotic ointment with pain
reliever?”
“Yes,
in the bathroom, but…”
“I’ll
get it. Show me where then strip and lie
on your bed.” The quick flare of heat in
her eyes added fuel to the lust he was working hard to keep at bay. He was here to see to her needs, and nothing
else. At least reiterating his promise
to spank her seemed to have doused her resistance, for the time being anyway.
“This
way.”
She
led him down the hall, pointed to the bathroom on the left then walked into the
room on the right without looking at him.
Dax searched the medicine cabinet above a dual sink vanity and found a
tube of over-the-counter cream that would work to soothe the small cut and welts
he’d seen rising. It still pissed him
off how the other man had wielded the cane without a care to the damage that particular
instrument could inflict. He’d used that
implement on numerous occasions, but always made sure he tempered the cuts so
as not to cause uncalled for damage to the skin. If harsher pain was the goal, that could
still be achieved with lingering effectiveness without breaking the skin, an
unforgiveable line not to be crossed in his eyes.
Turning from the cabinet, he glanced across
the hall in time to see Krista kneel on a queen-size, four-poster bed, before
sliding down on her stomach, her legs slightly parted, her head resting on her
folded arms. Waiting for him. Dax crossed the hall, wondering who, at this
moment, held the most power over the other.
The answer didn’t bear delving into right now.
Look for the release of book one in this series,BOUND AND SAVED, on September 7th!
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Ugh oh. It sounds like Krista is in trouble. Great snippet, BJ!
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