Book One: His GoodGirl

Seraphina sat on the edge of the bed, naked and blindfolded, waiting.

The room was silent except for the sound of her own breathing, which was not as steady as she needed it to be and her heart was thudding so fast she could barely breathe.

She inhaled slowly, exhaled, then inhaled again but it didn't help. If anything it made everything worse.

A trail of sweat slid down her spine and her fingers wouldn't stop trembling no matter how many times she told them to.

What was she doing here?

She was a married woman. A respectable woman with a husband at home who loved her and a life that looked perfect from every angle, and here she was sitting naked in a private suite in a BDSM club waiting for a man she had never met to walk through that door and do God knows what to her body.

This was completely insane.

How long had she been waiting? Almost an hour and still nothing, no footsteps, no voice, just silence and her own spiraling thoughts slowly driving her out of her mind.

Maybe he wasn't coming. Maybe she should just find her clothes and go back home to Daniel and his gentle hands and his warm smile and stop chasing something she had no business wanting in the first—

Footsteps.

Her breath hitched and her fingers curled into the sheets beneath her as the footsteps stopped somewhere close.

She couldn't see anything, couldn't tell how close he was or where he was standing or how he was looking at her but she could feel his gaze moving across her bare skin like a physical thing, across her collarbone, the curve of her breasts, her stomach, the soft inside of her legs that she had pressed firmly together the moment she heard him enter.

Her nipples hardened into tight peaks and a warmth pooled low in her belly and crept between her legs and no matter how hard she squeezed them together it refused to go away.

"On. Your. Knees."

His voice was so damn rough and commanding that her body responded before her mind had even finished processing the words.

She slid off the edge of the bed and her knees met the floor and she didn't even fully understand how it happened, only that it did.

Her heart was slamming against her ribs now, especially when she could feel him circling her slowly, taking all the time in the world while she fought the overwhelming urge to turn her head toward him.

She felt him stop directly in front of her.

God. His scent hit her and she almost moaned out loud from it alone. An intoxicating scent that made her brain just shut off completely. Just packed its bags and left. Because what kind of man smelled like that?

What kind of man had an aura so thick and delicious that her core was already clenching around nothing and he hadn't even breathed on her yet?

She didn't know his name. Hadn't seen his face but here she was, legs pressed together, nipples aching, lower lip caught between her teeth.

She gasped as his fingers found her chin, tilting her face upward slowly until her throat was exposed and her lips parted on a breath she could not control.

"Name."

She blinked behind the blindfold. Name? Why was he asking for her—

"Aria," she breathed.

His finger traced her bottom lip slowly, repeating the name in a low hard tone that made something flutter dangerously in her chest.

A whimper slipped from her lips as his grip tightened, almost hurtfully, fingers pressing into her jaw as he yanked her closer until her gasp landed directly against his mouth.

"Lie to me again," he warned quietly, "and you will get punished. Is that clear?"

She nodded, heart slamming, core clenching, a slow slick heat rushing between her legs at nothing more than the roughness of his grip.

"Words."

"Yes Sir," she stammered.

"Good girl."

Her face burned hot beneath the blindfold. Why couldn't he just touch her already? Why was he taking his time like this when she was already falling apart?

"Now," his grip loosened slightly, thumb dragging across her bottom lip, "tell me your real name."

"Seraphina," she whispered.

"Seraphina."

A shudder rolled through her entire body. Her jaw was burning where his fingers had pressed, sharp and stinging, and somehow that only made the heat between her legs worse.

"Have you done this before?"

She shook her head, a strand of hair falling across her face.

"No."

He pushed back the strand, fingertips barely grazing her cheek, and the softness of it after everything else made her lips part on a silent breath.

She felt his lips grazing the shell of her ear.

"And what does my little slut want me to do to her tonight?"

She never expected to like that word. Never expected it to hit her the way it did, shooting straight through her and landing hot at her core.

His lips were trailing down from her ear now, dragging slowly along her jaw, leaving a path of fire that she felt everywhere.

"I...I want—" she stammered, "I.. I want—"

His hand slid to the back of her head, fingers twisting into her hair and tugging down sharply until her lips grazed his and every thought she had left scattered.

"Don't stutter," he murmured against her mouth. "Say what you want."

She swallowed hard, shaking, legs slick, heart hammering, and then the words came out in a broken desperate whisper.

"I need a thick hard cock inside me. I want to be tied up. I want to be spanked. I want all of those things." A choked sound slipped past her lips before she could stop it.

The silence lasted a few seconds before he spoke again.

"Pick a safe word."

His voice doing things to her nervous system that she was going to need therapy to process later.

Her brain was barely functioning at this point.

"Red," she whispered.

"Red stops everything immediately." His thumb grazed her bottom lip one last time before his hand dropped away and she had to stop herself from leaning into the warmth of it. "Yellow means slow down. Green means you want more. You will use them. Are we clear?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good." He moved and she tracked him with her ears, the soft unhurried sound of his footsteps circling her slowly once more. "Now listen carefully because I will not repeat myself."

She straightened without meaning to. Something in his tone made it impossible not to.

This man could probably make a whole room full of people sit up straight without raising his voice and that should not have been as attractive as it was.

"You do not speak unless I ask you to. You do not touch yourself without my permission. You do not come without my permission. Your body belongs to me tonight and every single thing that happens in this room happens because I decide it does. Not you."

Her stomach dropped in the best possible way.

"Y— Yes Sir."

"You do not beg unless I tell you to beg. You do not hold back when I tell you to let go. You do not close your legs unless I say so. You do whatever I fucking want without questions" His footsteps stopped directly in front of her. "And you do not lie to me again. Ever. Are we clear?"

"Yes Sir," she breathed.

"If you break any of those rules," he said quietly, crouching down until she could feel the warmth radiating from him directly against her face, his breath landing soft and even against her lips, "there will be consequences. And I promise you, Seraphina, you do not want to find out what those consequences are."

A tremor moved through her from her scalp to her knees and she had to press her lips together to keep from saying something stupid like please I want to find out or try me because clearly the part of her brain responsible for self preservation had clocked out for the evening.

"Do you understand everything I just told you?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good girl."

He reached forward and loosened the blindfold, letting it fall to the floor.

Seraphina blinked, her eyes adjusting to the light of the room and then adjusting to him.

Alll the air left her body at once like something had reached into her chest and taken it.

He was the most breathtaking man she had ever seen in her entire life, even hotter than her husband.

She caught her bottom lip between her teeth without thinking, watching him move toward the black couch across the room in away that made her mouth go completely dry.

Even the walk was damn attractive.

He lowered himself onto the couch and the way he sat, God, the way he sat, spreading his legs wide and resting both arms along the back like the room and everything in it including her belonged to him, made something deep in her belly pull tight.

His black shirt had the sleeves rolled to the elbows and her eyes dropped to his forearms before she could stop them and stayed there, the veins running beneath his skin visible even from across the room and her brain went somewhere filthy before she could do anything about it.

Was his cock as veiny as his arms?

She hoped so.

She was done with little dicks.

His dark eyes found hers across the room and stayed there.

"Crawl to me," His eyes glinted, eyeing her breasts, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. "And beg me to fuck that pretty little pussy like the desperate dirty slut you are."