Mia found herself alone with a kinda pissed-off looking Master Kyler. He wore angry well. As in, the harshness of the set of his jaw and the tight press of his lips and the narrow cut of his eyes—they were all hot, especially coming from a Dom. But she didn’t understand it.
“Um. Hello, Sir,” she finally said when he didn’t say anything.
“Mia,” he said, his gaze raking over her. “You look absolutely stunning tonight.” His voice was like gravel, rough and strained.
“Thank you. Are you okay, Sir?” she asked.
He shook his head. “I don’t…I don’t know.”
“Do you want to sit and talk?” Mia asked, concern for him flooding her.
Suddenly, Kyler pinned her to the cool wall. He braced his hands on either side of her head, and he was erect against her belly. She wanted to drop into a crouch and take him into her mouth. “Do you want vulgar honesty or watered-down politeness?” he asked.
The promise of those words made her core clench with need. “Vulgar honesty.”
He nailed her with a blue-eyed stare. “I don’t want to sit and talk. I want to fuck. Hard. I want to be aggressive. Maybe I even want to be a little mean.”
Mia’s heart was suddenly a runaway train in her chest. Because, sign her up! She let out a shaky breath. “That sounds…like someone’s going to have a good night,” she managed.
Kyler dropped his head to her shoulder on a groan. He knocked his forehead against the bone there once, twice.
“Did I say the wrong thing?” she asked. Because he was totally confusing her.
“That’s the thing, Mia. I don’t know.” He lifted his gaze to hers again.
“How can I help?” she asked.
For a moment, he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, and when he opened them, it was like he’d centered himself and made some kind of resolution. “Are you game for what I just described?” He fingered the chunky silver-and-gold choker she wore around her neck.
Heat swept over her, her body already answering, already preparing. “Yes, Sir. I am.”
He gave a tight nod and backed up a step. “Let me show you the room I have in mind.” Taking her hand, he led her down the long hallway that shot off the side of the nave. She wasn’t sure if this was still part of the church building or something else, but she didn’t have long to wonder before Kyler stopped at a door and keyed in a code.
Lights came on as the door opened, and Kyler guided her inside with his hand at the small of her back.
Just the room’s theme turned Mia on. Concrete floor. Cinder-block walls with peeling paint. Light thrown from bare light bulbs surrounded by little cages. An iron cot bed with only a white fitted sheet. Rusted metal cabinet at the side that undoubtedly held a variety of toys and supplies. It looked like a basement or a warehouse—a place where a woman in a beautiful cocktail dress had no business being. A role started taking shape in her mind.
“Do you see where my head is tonight, Mia?” Master Kyler asked, his body almost rigid with tension.
God, she was going to enjoy helping him work out whatever had him so wound up. “Yes, Sir.”
June 28, 2016
RELEASE DAY LAUNCH: Hard to Serve (Hard Ink #4.7
I am absolutely thrilled to bring you the Release Day Launch for Laura Kaye's HARD TO SERVE! Brought to you by 1001 Dark Nights, HARD TO SERVE is a standalone novella in her Hard Ink Series that also introduces her upcoming Blasphemy Series. Check out the note and excerpt from Laura below and grab your copy of this steamy novella today!