San Francisco: The Complete Trilogy by Lila Dubois

Author:Lila Dubois [Dubois, Lila]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781941641460
Publisher: Farm Boy Press

Chapter 4

James prided himself on his discipline—something he’d learned after the errors of his youth—but at the moment, his control was tenuous. This interaction continued to play against everything he’d imagined it would be. Christiana was not—as he’d told Lillian—some investigative reporter. The theory he’d found most plausible was that she was a member of one of San Francisco’s local clubs and had found out about the event and decided to crash it. Instead, it seemed a series of coincidences had brought her into his life, and he might be able to laugh it off if she hadn’t told him that he’d been her first BDSM partner.

He was frantically thinking back over everything he’d done to her. She’d been a BDSM virgin. Her powerful reaction to the spanking on the second night made more sense in light of that.

She finished stripping off her pants, and stood there, barefoot and bare-faced, wearing a tank top, workout bra, and a plain black thong.

Her body language was vacillating between nervous and defiant. One second she had her arms crossed protectively over her stomach, the next they were straight at her sides, her hands balled into fists.

He waited, but she didn’t turn around.

There was no place for anger in this moment, yet the idea of someone else touching her made him see red. He would get the full story from her, but for now he could make an educated guess as to what had happened. She’d gone to a few public parties—he knew they existed, though he’d never been to one—and found someone to scene with. No two Doms approached a scene the same way, and if he’d been her BDSM first, then she might have had trouble adjusting to someone else’s style.

That was what the reasonable, rational part of him was saying. The less reasonable, less rational part was insisting that she’d hated it because she was his, and therefore another Dom’s mastery would be an anathema to her.

He waited, giving her time, but when it became clear that she was too conflicted to move on her own, he said, “Christiana, turn around.”

Her body language calmed, and then she pivoted on the balls of her feet.

James’s blood ran cold.

Her ass and thighs were black and blue. She’d been beaten.

He’d never left marks like that on a woman.

“My God, Christiana.”

He was surprised she was able to move, let alone sit in a car. Now the pills he’d watched her take made sense. She must be in incredible pain.

James knelt, raised his hands, then hesitated. Her skin was mottled red and purple with patches of black and deep blue bruising. In a few places he could see semicircle shapes where the end of the slapper had hit her hard enough to break capillaries and leave blood-filled imprints.

His jaw muscles started to ache, he was clenching his teeth together so tightly. He forced himself to open his mouth. His hands still hovered in the air, raised but not touching her. He put them down and gathered himself.

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