Authors: Tanith Davenport
Ready for Him (6 page)
The gold glinted in the light. Will lifted a section of chain with small jewels dangling from the links and fastened one end to her nipple with a clamp, making Jade gasp. She forced herself to remain still as Will attached the other end, catching his eye as he looked up to see her reaction.
“It gets even better. Part your legs for me.”
A second section of chain hung from the centre of the first, also ending in a clamp. Jade bit her lip as she realised where this would go, even as she obeyed his command.
“Do you need to stop?” His fingers were already spreading her lips.
“No—
oh!
”
Will had attached the third clamp to her clit while she was distracted. Before Jade could catch her breath, he caught hold of her hips and turned her to face one of the chairs, which had been moved to present its back to her.
“Bend over the chair.”
Jade gripped the seat, arching her back to present her ass to him. The movement tugged on the clamps and she moaned, her knees weakening.
His hand caressed her rump for a moment, then disappeared. “Count for me.”
At the first blow, all three clamps jolted and Jade cried out. She forced the number out through clenched teeth, resting her forehead on the seat back.
“Good.”
“
Two!
” Another jolt, and Jade bit down on her lip so hard she tasted blood. At this rate, she wouldn’t last until the end of the spanking.
Which, of course, might be what he wanted.
At the sixth blow, she heard a shuffling behind her and prepared herself for Will’s entry. Seconds later his cock slid inside her to the hilt. Jade groaned at the scratch of his hair against her tender skin.
“Come when you’re ready,” he growled, his mouth close to her ear. “I want you to lose control.”
He thrust inside her again, hard, and Jade gasped as the clamps tugged on her clit. Could she even come with it attached? But Will was ahead of her, and as she clung to the chair, moaning as every movement rocked her body, she felt his hand snake around her hip and unclip the lower clamp, leaving the others in place. Instantly Jade cried out as the orgasm rippled outwards from her clit, sending her into convulsions.
“Oh God!”
Another, harder, thrust and Will’s arms tightened around her as he groaned, shuddering against her.
It was all Jade could do to reach the bed, where she collapsed beside him, dropping the nipple clamps on the bedside table.
She would definitely be asking to wear them again.
* * * *
There was a knock at the bedroom door.
“Mr Vandenmeer, sir?”
“What is it?” Will stirred, his voice drowsy.
“Just thought you’d want to know there’s been a suspicious call to reception, sir. They think it was a reporter. We’re stepping up security in case they try to get in the room, sir.”
Will raised himself up on his elbows. “Good work, Matt.”
“Thanks, sir.” There was the sound of footsteps walking away.
“Reporters.” Jade’s stomach sank. She could already see the headlines, and none of them were flattering.
“Relax.” Will reached across and squeezed her hand. “They’re not getting in here.”
“They know you’re at the Bellagio. It doesn’t take much to guess you’re in the Penthouse Suite.”
“Unless they scale the wall, they’re not getting past Bryn and Matt. Anyway, don’t worry. We’re not
that
interesting. Vandenmeer Hotels might be well known, but I’m not Brad Pitt.”
Jade opened her mouth to say “Shame,” then decided against it. However, Will noticed and grabbed her round the waist.
“You were going to say ‘pity’, weren’t you?”
“Me? Never.”
“Do I have to remind you who you belong to, Miss Bleecker?” Will rolled himself on top of her, pinning her arms above her head.
“I think, Mr Vandenmeer,” Jade retorted, “that I have that down already.”
“Oh yes? Shall I
discipline
you, then?”
His cock hardened against her thigh, and her answer was swallowed up in a moan. Will looked down at her, his eyes momentarily intense before they softened.
“You sure you’re ready for all this, Jade?”
Am I?
She already knew. It made no sense, and yet it made all the sense in the world. Jade smiled up at him.
“I was born ready.”
“Good,” Will told her, and entered her in one thrust.
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Excerpt
Chapter One
A third red-backed card flipped over on the green baize. The ten of hearts.
“Twenty-four. Bust.”
With a scowl, the man pushed his chips to the centre of the table and got up to leave.
“Too bad,” Astra called after him. “Have a good night.”
It was four in the morning and the casino was closing. Around the room, the croupiers were clearing their tables and preparing to leave. Astra’s table was the first one closed—as the lights began to snap off she was already halfway to the door.
She passed another croupier, an attractive blonde, just unhooking her coat, her forehead smeared with blood, and she paused.
“Hey, Becky? What happened to you?”
The girl scowled. “Some jerk threw a glass at me. Think he just lost the expense account.”
“Ugh. Men.” Astra could taste the bitterness in her words. “They’re all pricks.”
The cold air hit her like a wall of ice. The skies were still pitch-dark. The night was clear, starlit, the edges of the full moon sharp. Streetlamps spilled pools of light across the sidewalk as Astra started the long walk home.
Thank God she didn’t have an early lecture.
Across the street, shouts and raucous laughter filled the air as the door of a neon-fronted bar opened and a group of twenty-something men fell out. Astra’s stomach twisted as a painful image forced its way into her mind.
Are you out tonight?
She dropped her head, fighting against the picture that haunted her. Oh God, she was beginning to hate this walk home. The surrounding dark engulfed her like a wave, weakening her, dragging her down.
Every time you do this, I lose another part of you, something I’m afraid to forget.
Her feet knew the way home as well as her mind did.
I can’t remember the scent of your hair.
It was amazing how quickly the sidewalk was passing.
I can’t remember the feeling of your breath on my neck.
It really wasn’t such a long walk after all.
She broke into a run, one hand over her face, tears choking her. Astra stumbled up the main road through the campus and into the Omega Zeta sorority house. She dashed up the stairs to the first floor, dived into the bathroom and locked herself in a cubicle.
It was stupid to feel this way. Stupid. But the aching feeling of loss was rarely absent these days.
She had only herself to blame. She had been too intelligent, too arrogant, to believe she could lose herself in the intense gaze of a pair of blue eyes. Too clever to recognise her own weakness in the face of a cheeky smile.
Fuck.
The door had opened. She wiped her face and stepped out of the cubicle, her carefully-crafted neutral expression dissolving when she saw the girl turning away from her reflection.
“Sash.”
“Astra?” Sasha looked her up and down in concern. “Are you okay? What’s…”
“Don’t ask.”
Sasha nodded slowly and turned back to the mirror with an assumed casualness.
“Oh—by the way. News.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“It’s Ash.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“He knows.”
Astra caught herself in the middle of a third “Oh yeah?” and stepped behind Sasha. Their eyes met in the mirror.
“What?”
“Ash knows.”
Astra leant back against the row of sinks and ran her hand through her hair in shock.
“Ash… Fuck.”
About the Author
Tanith Davenport has been writing for ten years and first got into erotic romance through the Romantic Novelists’ Association New Writer’s Scheme. Besides writing, her first loves are rock music and travel. She lives in Yorkshire with her long-suffering husband and cat.
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Tanith loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at
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Also by Tanith Davenport
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Clandestine Classics: The Tenant of Wildfell Hall
Tied to the Billionaire: Ready for Him
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