Lured (Team Zero #1) by Rina Kent

Tremors of excitement and the unknown are doing some war to my pulse.

“Is this another promise?” I try to sound casual.

His long fingers hook into my undies, but he doesn’t remove them. He strokes my hips. A zip of pleasure shoots straight between my thighs. My cheek against the wood burns.

“You have been defying me since the moment I came to meet you.” He squeezes my ass cheek and a moan lodges at the back of my throat. “First, you were flirting with the bartender when you’re supposed to meet me.”

“I wasn’t.”

“Shh. When I talk, you listen.” He squeezes again, and this time, I moan. “Second, you kept on running that mouth of yours like you had every right to.”

I want to say that I do, but his hand is doing some sort of magic to my bottom. I can’t just break the spell.

“There are a few rules for this. One: you do everything I say without asking any questions.” He leans over so his heat is radiating down my back, but I still don’t have a view of him. “Two: no talking unless I ask you something. Three: nothing personal. When the two hours are over, we’ll be strangers again.”

My adventure. Two hours and that’s it.

I want that.

“Any breach of my conditions and you will be punished.” His controlled voice sends chills down my back. “If you say stop, everything will end. Is that clear?”

I nod. I never thought anticipation could heighten my senses. I can feel my body getting too sensitive. His hand is only touching me through my knickers, but it’s enough to make me super aware of him – his power, his control, and his sheer aura.

“Say it in words,” Dominic orders.

“Yes.”

He retrieves his hand and before I can mourn the loss, he says in a domineering tone, “Count.”

“Count what?”

A slap reverberates in the air as a sting fires my ass cheek. I yelp. That hurts!

I attempt to stand up, but Dominic’s commanding tone stops me midway. “If you change your position in any way, I will increase your punishment.”

I breathe harshly through my nose, but it isn’t out of fear, dammit. My skin prickles with something so deviously sick.

“If you don’t want any of this…” He trails off as if he doesn’t want to say the next words. “Stop is the word and everything ends.”

I swallow against the burning in my ass. Even if it’s through my underwear, it hurts comme le bordel. However, the thrill refuses to come down.

“How many do I have to endure?” I ask.

“You don’t get to negotiate, Camille. Either you stay or you leave. It’s that fucking simple.”

I suck in a breath at how he said the last bit. Maybe he doesn’t want me to leave. I don’t want to leave either. I rest my cheek back on the wood and try to relax. It’s impossible.

“Now,” he murmurs against my ear, sending shivers along my skin. “Count. If you don’t, the punishment will go up.”

His hand comes down on my ass. I flinch and bite my lip against the pain. “Two.”

Slap.

“Three!”

Slap.

“Four!” My voice breaks into a sob.

Along with the sting comes something entirely unexplainable. I can feel my ass cheeks hot red. Heightened pleasure shoots from the sting straight to the sensitive skin between my legs. My nipples throb and turn painful against the harsh wood.

Et la merde.

I think I’m wet.

“You like this…” he muses in a dark tone as he massages my stinging flesh. I mumble a moan.

“I can feel that darkness in you, baby girl.” His voice is slightly raspy and so utterly delicious. “I want to bring it out.”

I don’t know what he’s talking about, but I don’t get to think about it.

Another slap hits my ass. And another and another. I count to ten. I’m breathing harshly when he’s done. My vision blurs with unshed tears and my voice becomes hoarse, but I’m so dripping wet, I’m surprised it doesn’t trickle down my thighs.

Dominic hooks his thumbs in my underwear and brings it down my legs. I absentmindedly step out of them. If it were minutes ago, maybe I would’ve been ashamed at how revealing this position is, but now, I couldn’t care less.

My legs barely hold me. The table is digging into my stomach and my hips. My core and nipples are throbbing so painfully, it takes everything in me not to reach over and bring myself to release. I can’t take the risk of Dominic’s throwing me away for disobeying him.

I’m not done. I want more.

A deep-throated grunt sounds from behind me. I chance a glance over my shoulder and freeze. Dominic is staring at my ass. “So fucking beautiful.”

He clutches my underwear in his hand and shoves it in his pocket.

That’s… hot.

His strong hand cups my burning ass cheek. I wince even as he massages it. “You’ve been a good girl, Camille.”

His finger traces to my soaked folds, and I melt against the table. My legs part for him.

S’il te plait. S’il te plait...

I’m not beneath begging if it can take care of the deep ache inside me.

His finger teases near my entrance. A bubble of frustration lodges at the back of my throat. “Dom!”

He chuckles. The sound is dark and carefree and does strange things to my already sensitive body.