Today is the day! This was my first dip into the proverbial bondage pond. Of course, I had to make it difficult by writing two switches, but hey, I like a challenge.
Chris and Cynthia first made their appearance in A Little Harmless Sex. Many readers did not like Cynthia the first time around. She was spoiled and self-centered, but we find more info out about her in Pleasure and it gives you a little insight into her behavior. Doesn’t excuse it, but it explains some of her actions.
This is a reissue and has not been substantially changed.
Is it love or just a little harmless pleasure?
Cynthia Myers meets Chris Dupree at her former fiancé’s wedding. After a little dancing and champagne, she ends up back in Chris’s hotel room. For one night of down and dirty sex. That’s it, that’s all. He lives far away, and she has other things to do… like get a life.
Chris is a switch. He likes to dominate but he also likes to play the role of a submissive from time to time. His last relationship with a sub turned nasty and since then, he has shied away from anything but straight vanilla sex. When he meets Cynthia, he finds a woman who could change his mind. His mate. The only problem is he has to convince her.
In a carefully orchestrated seduction, Chris teaches Cynthia about submission and dominance, allowing her to take the reins. As he leads her through pleasures she thought she’d never experience, Cynthia’s self confidence soars and she finds herself falling in love with him. But, when he asks for submission in the bedroom, can she surrender to prove her love or was it all about a little harmless pleasure?
» WARNING: The following book contains: Lots of sex, of course; bondage and submission done in a tasteful but wonderfully arousing way, propositions from a drunken woman, hot phone sex, southern accents, Hawaiian scenery, and OH MY, a m/f/m ménage that will send tingles all the way to your toes, along with other various body parts. A glass of ice-cold water for refreshment is recommended while reading.
Chris watched Cynthia pour the champagne into the paper cup and tried to remember if there was an open-container law in Georgia. When they had first approached her car, he’d taken the keys from her, making sure not to allow her to drive. He’d thought by the time they made it to the hotel, she would be more sober.
She topped off the cup and planted the bottle between her legs. Fortunately for him, she had to pull up her dress to accomplish it. The woman had a set of legs that he’d kill to have wrapped around his waist. His cock twitched at the thought. Gripping the steering wheel tighter, he turned his attention back to the road. He’d be lucky if he didn’t pass out from loss of blood.
“You know,” she said and paused to hiccup, then leaned in closer as if to whisper. Instead she yelled in his ear. “This is the first time I wasn’t the designated driver.”
“Really? I’d never have guessed it. You seem like an experienced drinker.”
She shot him a look out of the corner of her eye and snorted. “Little do you know, I have only been drunk once before this. And it was an accident.”
He couldn’t let that comment go by. “An accident?”
“Yes, see. I have this thing for chocolate.”
He waited for her to continue while he took the exit for his hotel. When she didn’t explain further, he asked, “What does chocolate have to do with liquor?”
She finished off her cup, making many large slurping noises that he was sure would embarrass her later when she remembered. If she remembered.
“That’s where the alcohol was, silly.”
She giggled. Damn, she was cute when she drank. He knew she would be horrified when she sobered up, but with her hair mussed and a sloppy smile curving her lips, she was irresistible. He wanted to start at her feet and nibble his way up her body. He was going to have to sober her up some way. While he did, he had to keep his hands off her. And considering the “not quite there” boner he was sporting, that was going to be difficult.
He cleared his throat as he tried to think of what they had been talking about. “So, you ate some chocolate and got drunk. When was this?”
“Christmas, my freshman year at Valdosta State before I switched over to the University of Georgia. Lord, I got so drunk, and just off of rum balls. And you know what?”
When she didn’t continue, he realized she hadn’t meant it to be rhetorical. “What?”
She looked at him, squinting with one eye. She had the look of a drunk trying to figure out if it were just him standing in front of her or a few others had joined him. “I think that’s why I lost my virginity. Brett was really cute, and we were going to some dance, and I thought, ‘no big deal’.” She grunted. “No big deal, for sure. And he blamed me. I mean, I was the virgin. You would think a senior would know what he was about.”
As she talked about sex, it was impossible not to think of what it would be like to hear her moan his name. Visions of silken sheets and warm thighs almost overwhelmed his better senses. Hell, he didn’t need much help in contemplating that. The woman might dress like a priss, but when she drank, there was a sensuality to her, from the sway of her hips to the way she smiled. Her sexy nature was restrained, making it all the more tempting to unwrap her and watch her explode.
Dangerous, Chris. She was drunk, and he never took advantage of a woman in her condition.
He pulled into the parking lot of his hotel and found a parking space not too far from the entrance. After getting out and rounding the back end of the car, he opened Cynthia’s door. He moved fast to catch her as she nearly fell on her ass.
“Well, thank you, kind sir.”
He righted her, his hands at her waist. She giggled again. “You know, I’ve been wondering what it would feel like to have your hands on me.”
Arousal did a sharp upward turn, as did his cock. She leaned against him, wiggling her backside. Her skirt was thin, and with her pressing against him the way she was, his excitement soared. His mouth went dry even as he tried to swallow. Sweat broke out on his forehead as he thought about standing behind her, sliding his cock up her tight ass.
Really not good.
He bit back an oath and reached around to close the car door. He pulled her away from him, making sure there was space between their bodies.
Looking down at her, he laughed. Her hair had passed styled about three cups earlier.
“Why don’t we have a little coffee before you go home?”
She stepped back, bumped into her car, crossed her arms beneath her breasts and frowned at him. “I don’t have a home anymore.”
He sighed, knowing this was going to be hard. Cynthia was definitely not his type, but there was something attractive about her disgruntled expression. He knew he was in trouble then. When a woman looking mean at you turned you on, you were in big trouble, or so his father claimed.
“Listen. We’ll worry about home later. Let’s drink some coffee and see how you’re feeling.”
At first, he didn’t react. Being the oldest of five siblings, he wasn’t used to having his orders thwarted. Especially by a woman who stood about half a foot shorter than him, weighed less than a feather and was drunk because her ex-fiancé had gotten married. But, being in the restaurant business, he knew how to handle a drunk. Even one who was screwing with his ability to think with his big brain and not his little one.
“No, you don’t want coffee?”
She shook her head. “I’m not going anywhere without my champagne. Anna gave it to me.” Her bottom lip curved out in a perfect pout.
Knowing it would be best to placate her, he shooed her aside and opened the door. After grabbing the champagne bottle, he slammed the door shut, took her by the arm and hurried her inside.
“Thank you, Chris.”
Her tone had turned patronizing, as if he were a three-year-old who needed to be soothed. A strange mixture of irritation, amusement and lust swept through him. He wouldn’t be surprised if she patted his head.
They walked through the lobby to the elevators. His fingers curled slightly at the feel of warm, bare skin beneath them. As the two of them stepped into the elevator, another couple boarded, and she had to move closer to him. Her scent was driving him crazy. Something flowery, like gardenias. He usually hated those kinds of perfumes, but there was a hint of it on her skin, and it suited the woman. The thought of it on his sheets in the morning, as they both lingered in bed, was tempting. Too tempting.
The other couple got off on the second floor, and as soon as they reached the third floor, he took hold of her by the arm and drew her out of the elevator. She stumbled and then giggled at her clumsiness. He didn’t slow down, just dragged her down the hall to his room.
Once there, he released her to pull out his keycard. As he dug into his pocket, she stepped behind him and slipped her arm around his waist. He grabbed his key, resisting the urge to give his cock a nice long stroke through his pants. Chris figured he deserved it, especially because he could feel her breasts pressed against his back, her hard nipples through their layers of clothing. Lord knew he was going to be taking care of himself later, because he didn’t see any way of relieving the tension she’d built in him, other than finding another woman or jacking off. Her hand slid up his chest, caressing one nipple, then the other, through his shirt. His fingers fumbled on the card, almost dropping it. As he inserted it into the slot, Cynthia’s fingers danced back down his torso, past his abdomen.
He cursed because it took him three times to get the key to work. When the door finally opened, her hand was slithering down to his cock. Chris stumbled over the threshold, breaking free of her hold. Not that it had been that demanding. If he were honest with himself, he would have gladly stood there all day. And that made him madder. She was easily threatening his control, something many women had tried and failed.
Turning, he shot her a glare nasty enough to burn the hair off a hog. She leaned against the closed door, trying to reopen the bottle of champagne. When she noticed his narrowed gaze, she laughed.
“Mr. Dupree.” Her voice dripped with Southern seduction. “I do believe you’re trying to scare me.”
The lust that had simmered all evening exploded into a full boil. Damn, she was smiling at him, those dimples in full force. He didn’t need this kind of enticement. It’d been a while since he’d had a woman, or even been that attracted to one. Distance was what he required. He rested a hand on each of his hips and tried to look even nastier. She erupted in a fit of giggles, laughing so hard she lost her balance. She fell on the floor, emitting a squeak when she landed.
It took her several moments to compose herself, but when she did, she said between snorts, “Chris, you can stop trying. You’re too sweet looking to be mean.”
Exasperated, he rummaged through the dresser and the desk until he found the room-service menu. He didn’t like the look in her eyes when she said sweet, as if she were talking about more than his personality. The thought didn’t disturb him as much as the fact that he wanted to break his rule about drunk women. That, or drink a bottle of Jack Daniels to catch up with her. After ordering coffee, he removed his tie and drew in a cleansing breath. It dawned on him that the room had grown suspiciously quiet. Turning, he checked the floor to see if Cynthia had passed out and panicked when he didn’t see her.
Then he noticed the bathroom light on and walked to see what she was up to. Lord only knew, with the amount of alcohol she had swimming in her blood. He found her sitting on the edge of the bathtub, drinking yet another glass of champagne.
He leaned against the doorjamb, watching as she precariously balanced herself and tried to drink. She had lost her jacket, as well as her shoes, somewhere along the way. “You’re going to feel like hell tomorrow.”
She stared at him, one eye closed tightly. “Well, I don’t now.”
He laughed, and she smiled, her dimples winking at him.
“Chris?” She lowered her head, but he could tell she was looking up at him through her lashes. The action dripped of coyness, something he usually disdained. But there was an air of innocence to it, as if she didn’t realize what she was doing. Again, not his style, but everything about this woman affected him. That disturbed him more than anything else.
“Cynthia?” Even to his own ears, his voice had grown huskier.
She paused, her tongue darting out, gliding along her bottom lip. He bit back the groan that rose in his throat.
Her next question demolished what little restraint Chris had left. “Do you think you’d mind if I licked you up one side and down the other?”