He leave’s for a weekend and temptation baits him more than once. He tries to relinquish the guilt he is feeling, yet somehow that backfires like a shotgun to his face.
Within this book, Serena finds herself in trouble in every sense of the word.
Max was finishing packing his toys up on the second night of the convention. “Sir, Mr. Donaldson.” Tessa’s sweet voice penetrated his core and somewhere tweaked his dick. It stiffened in his pants; he was grateful for the table between them. She sounded sweet, however, shaken maybe. She sounded different.
“Tessa?” His eyes narrowed and remained impassive, looking only at her eyes.
“Could you please walk me back to my suite? I, um, I have a fan I think.” She nervously looked over her shoulder. Her outfit didn’t do much to shield her body from prying eyes.
“You don’t have other clothes to change into?” He quickly skimmed her legs, noting her skirt rested just below her pussy and was lacy to boot.
“No sir.” Her voice quaked.
“Where’s your Dom?”
“Hector, well, he left with another sub I think. Perhaps I am being punished.” Her eyes rose to his and she nibbled her lip.
“Being punished by putting your safety in jeopardy? I can hardly believe that.” I’ll fucking punch him in the balls myself. He shoved his paddle into the duffel bag to take back to his room. The wooden handle protruded.
“I-I’m not sure. If you can’t. I understand.” She began to turn and walk away.
“Sub! Don’t put words in my mouth.” His voice carried across the floor and others turned to look.
She spun around. “Yes, sir,” she whispered with her eyes trained to the floor. “Sorry, sir.”
“Let’s go,” he growled, as he walked beside her.
She hurriedly ran behind him, beside his elbow the entire pace of his step. He could see her from the corner of his eye, cursing himself for wanting to look and cursing himself for wanting to do more than look. Her breasts bobbling out of the bandue top, at least she had on a top now, but he knew exactly every curve of her breasts and her ass. Oh that luscious ass. His arm curled around her at the door, his hand gripped her hip and he heard her intake a breath of air. He took his jacket off and wrapped it around her shoulders and her unsure eyes turned up to him for a quick second.
“Thank you sir.” She tugged it around, as they walked out on the brick pathway up to the main street.
“Where are you staying?”
“Same as everyone else.” Her voice was breathy and she sounded tired, sad perhaps. “The Sheraton.”
“Yes, I am there as well.” He walked her across the bridge along the pathway. The silence between them was filled with the normal sounds of the night in the city. Cars were honking and people cursing over a cab-drunk probably; sirens and airbrakes from eighteen wheeler trucks rushing to make it to their next destination.
They made it to the door and into the elevator, they were alone. Tessa pressed her button for her floor number, twelve. He was ten.
“Thank you for walking me.” She glanced at him. “Sir?”
“Drop the pretenses, Tessa. What is it?” His words scorched out like a fireball.
“Do you think about me? Us? Those times?” she whispered and looked somewhat coyly at him.
Max let out an annoyed sigh. “Tessa, I’ve told you I have someone now.” He knew full well that it was an open relationship; however the fact that she was a submissive, one that he knew and had feelings for in the past made him pause.
She pulled out the paddle from his bag and smiled. “Nice weight. She is a lucky girl.”
The bell chimed for his floor.
“Room 1214 if you change your mind.” She smirked as she handed the paddle back.
Change my mind. What the fuck? He wrenched the paddle from her. “Goodnight Tessa,” he growled. He remembered she was a switch, something that drew him to her even more; the fact that she would dominate others, but submit to him. Thinking about that now had his pants tenting a little and he hurried to exit the elevator.
He undressed in the bathroom and showered. The convention was a little steamy and his clothes clung to him. He tossed them on the floor and enjoyed the hot steam surround him. He stepped into the tub and leaned against the wall; letting the water tumble down his back. He stroked his semi-erect dick in the shower. “Mmm…” Max spread his legs until his feet touched either side of the white tub.