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California had seduced me with promises of a new life working at Los Carlos Tennis Academy. What I didn’t expect was the dark, brooding number one seed, Travis Connolly, resisting my help. He wasn’t interested in my psychology skills. Instead his attention was drawn to the edgy, sharper corners of my desires, proving that they existed, setting me challenges and driving me crazy to the point of combustion.
I’m the best tennis player in the world—officially—so why would I need a damn woman full of psychobabble to get me on form? Despite my irritation, however, I can’t resist pushing Marie Sherratt’s buttons even though doing that shows her the darkest shades of my lust, the parts of me I buried deep. So I set her a challenge, one she rises to, one that has me rising too, and before long my game relies on her calling the shots, hitting the target and bending to my will. One thing was certain, being not just master of the court, but also of Marie is seriously good for my soul.
“Yes, oh yes!” The words tumbled from her sweet lips, almost tripping over one another in their eagerness to get out. It was that eagerness that had my cock pressing excitedly against the crotch of my trousers. I could hardly believe she was here. Not just with me, but in a BDSM club, watching people slap and fuck. The best part was that she was enjoying herself, getting turned on. I could tell from the little wiggles she was doing in her seat and the way her fingers gripped mine, twitching slightly every time the woman in the purple corset landed a blow on her man’s arse. It was time for Marie’s second lesson in submission.
“Well, are you going to tell me or do I have to guess? I warn you, if I have to guess, it’ll be so much worse for you.”
“N-no, it’s okay. I’ll tell you.”
I watched her chest lift and then drop as she sucked in and released a deep breath. Her dark eyes met mine and it was all I could do to stop myself kissing her again. It wouldn’t have been a bad thing, of course, but I didn’t want to prevent her from saying what she wanted, how she wanted me to punish her for sending her little fingers somewhere they never should have strayed. I could scarcely wait for her to say it so I could get my hands on her perfect body and set us both on the path to utter bliss.
“I-I would like you to, um, put me over your knee and spank me.”
My cock almost ripped through my boxers and trousers, Incredible Hulk-style. It was as if she’d read my mind. Or perhaps the comment I’d made in her office about rendering her backside red and sore before taking it in my hands and licking her pussy until she screamed had made an impression. I certainly hoped so, because at that moment there was nothing I wanted to do more.
“Okay,” I said, bringing her hand to my mouth and pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “It’ll have to be my hand, though. I don’t have a paddle or anything with me. I wasn’t expecting to play with anyone tonight.”
“That’s okay.” Her voice was so quiet I had to lean closer to catch her words. “I want you to use your hand. To feel your skin against mine.”