Control: Color Of Love (Contemporary Submissive Romance)

  Copyright © 2013 by Lucia Jordan

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

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  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  BOOK 1: Dangerous Desire

  BOOK 2: Color Of Love

  Control Book 1: Dangerous Desire

  As he approached her, Nicole licked her lips with anticipation. Logan was the sexiest man she'd ever had the pleasure of laying her eyes on. Soon that would be true of her hands, lips, and body, too. The wait was killing her. Her clit throbbed with need and her pussy was so wet from his recent attention to it that she felt her juices running down her thighs.

  Logan stopped at the foot of the bed. "Can I spank you?" he asked.

  Nicole shook her head and giggled—a direct result of too much alcohol consumption at the club where she'd met Logan just a few hours before. "Are you serious?" She looked up at him and was sobered by the intense longing in his eyes. "Oh," she said. "You mean like with your hand?"

  He smiled. "Yeah, with my hand. I want to spank that little ass of yours until it blushes like your face is right now."

  She put one hand on her cheek and felt the warmth radiating from it. Talk about embarrassing. As far as sex went, Nicole was one hundred percent vanilla. She'd never been spanked before. The idea was exciting, but she was scared. What if she didn't like it? Or what if it hurt so much she cried? Would he stop if she asked him to" "Uh…" She cleared her throat and licked her dry lips. "I've never…"

  Logan smiled again. "I'll be gentle for your first time."

  With a hungry look in his eyes and a smile like the devil, Nicole doubted that he'd be gentle. Oh, who the hell cares? she thought. "Okay."

  "Yeah?" He cocked a brow as if he didn't believe her.

  "Yeah," she confirmed as her heart rate tripled and her breath caught in her throat.

  "Get on your hands and knees."

  She did as she was instructed. Good grief, what did I just get myself into? Logan got on the bed and knelt behind her. He smoothed his hand down over her ass and she tensed, expecting him to smack her. But he didn't. She didn't know what was worse: knowing it was coming or not knowing when it would come?

  "If it gets to be too much I want you to say 'rose garden' okay?" he said, still caressing her ass cheeks.

  Nicole looked over her shoulder at him. "Rose garden?" Was that a joke?

  "Yes, rose garden," he repeated. "It's a safe word, Nicole. You say that and everything stops immediately."

  "Okay." She nodded feeling foolish for not realizing what he had meant. Even though she'd met Logan at a BDSM club, she'd told him she'd never done anything like that before and wasn't looking to start. Yet, here she was on all fours, ass in the air, waiting for her spanking. What was worse, she was actually looking forward to it. There was no real fear in her veins, just a lot of anticipation.

  "Good." Logan was positioned directly behind her, his knees keeping her legs spread in a surprisingly comfortable distance. Maybe this won't be so bad, she thought. Both of his hands were on her ass, fondling, kneading, caressing. It felt good. "You have such a nice little ass," he said.

  "Thank y—" Her words were cut off and replaced with a scream as Logan's hand made contact with her bare ass, the sound of the hit reverberated around the room. Her whole body tensed. Tears stung her eyes. Holy shit that fucking hurt! If that was being gentle she shuddered to think what it would be like if he wasn't going easy.

  He resumed caressing her, smoothing his hand softly over the spot he’d just spanked. "Don't tense, Nicole. That'll only make it hurt more. Just relax."

  His voice was low and soothing and it made Nicole feel safe, as if he'd never hurt her. "A little bit of warning next time would be nice."

  Behind her, Logan chuckled. "That takes all the fun out of it."

  He trailed his finger down her crack and around to her pussy, his fingertips gliding easily up the length of her wet folds. He stopped on her clit, rubbing it for a moment in the most sensual way that had Nicole moaning and pushing against him to get more, only to have him withdraw his hand. She groaned and then screamed again when he smacked her other cheek. "Ah!" It was unexpected, but didn't hurt as much as the first one had. In fact, it felt pretty damn good.

  "You like that, don't you?" He leaned over her so that his body was covering hers. His mouth was near her ear, his breath hot against her sweaty flesh.

  "Yes," she said breathlessly.

  Logan nipped at her earlobe before straightening and giving her ass two hard whacks. Her screams turned to gasps of approval. "So pretty," he crooned, once again stroking her cheeks and teasing her clit. "So pink and soft."

  "Oh, god," she moaned.

  "Feel how hard it makes me?" He pressed the head of his cock against the opening of her pussy and slowly pushed into her.

  She clutched the blankets, bunching them between her fingers and squeezed her eyes shut as Logan buried himself all the way inside of her. He was so big she swore she was going to pass out from the amount of stretching her body had to do to accommodate him.

  "Fuck, Nicole, you've got such a tight pussy." His hands were on her hips, holding her still as he thrust in and out.

  "Oh my god, Logan." It was a half moan half whimper. The combination of his erotic words, his grunts of pleasure, and the tingling in her ass that were a reminder of her recent spanking swirled around her until she didn't know what was real and what was a figment of her imagination. She just couldn't believe this was happening. It wasn’t like her to have sex with a man she'd just met. Nor did she get off on the kinky stuff. At least she never used to anyway.

  Logan brought his hand back and cracked her across the ass. She screamed from the unexpected pain of it. Her body reacted instantly, bucking against him, driving her back hard on his cock. "Yeah, that's it," he said increasing the speed and intensity of his thrusts. "I want to feel you come for me, Nicole."

  "Yes!" It was like he'd flipped a switch or something. Her body responded to him, to his voice and his commands. She tensed and then relaxed as she succumbed to her orgasm, writhing and moaning through it until she was positive she'd collapse. But Logan held on to her, pumping and pushing her toward another cliff.

  "Holy shit," he said through clenched teeth. "So fucking good, god, yeah." And then he suddenly pulled out of her, leaving her feeling empty and alone.

  Nicole dropped her head to the mattress and panted as she felt Logan's come, hot and sticky, drip down her inner thighs. She'd never experienced anything like that before. Her whole body trembled and all she wanted to do was pass out. "Wow, that was…" She chuckled.

  "Incredible," he finished for her.

  "Yeah."

  Logan planted a kiss in the middle of her back. "Stay put, I'll be right back." He got off the bed and she heard him walk out of the room. He returned moments later with a warm cloth that he used to clean her thighs. She almost cooed. No man had ever cleaned her up after sex. It was sweet. "Better?" he asked.

  She nodded. "Thanks."

  "No problem." He winked. "Want something to drink?"

  "Water would be great."

  "You got it." He once again left the room.

  Nicole rolled
onto her back. "Ouch." She winced. Her ass was sore and lying flat on her back didn't help. How long would the feeling last, she wondered. Nicole fidgeted until she found a comfortable position. Logan returned and handed her a bottle of water. She opened it and drank greedily.

  "How are you?" he asked nodding toward her.

  "Sore," she admitted.

  He smiled. "That's normal the first time. Roll over."

  "Excuse me?" Her eyes widened. He wasn't possibly suggesting they go another round was he?

  "I'll rub lotion on you. It'll take the sting out of it. Don't worry, I'll behave."

  She smiled and rolled on to her stomach. Logan went to work rubbing lotion on her sore bottom and before she knew it, she was sound asleep.

  *****

  Nicole banged on the door harder and glanced up and down the hallway, hoping she hadn't woken anyone with her banging. Damn it! Why wasn't she answering the door? Nicole pounded her fist on the door again and this time, the door swung open and she was greeted by a miserable looking scowl. "It's about time," Nicole said as she pushed past her friend.

  "Nicole? What the hell are you doing here? It's not even five in the morning yet."

  "I know. I'm sorry I woke you, Alyssa, but I've done something bad and I need your help."

  Alyssa mumbled something incoherent and shuffled toward the kitchen. "Start talking, girl. But don't expect any help until after I've had a pot of coffee."

  Nicole followed Alyssa into the kitchen and sat at the table. Nicole had no idea where to start. She was embarrassed by what she'd done last night with Logan. It was wrong—especially considering why she'd allowed it to happen. She propped her elbows on the table and dropped her head into her hands. "I really fucked up, Alyssa."

  "Okay." Alyssa yawned. "Well whatever it is, it must be pretty bad to make you drive all the way here. You never come to the city, Nikki, so lay it on me. What did you do?" She said as she busied herself with making coffee.

  Alyssa had been Nicole's best friend since middle school and they shared everything. Taking a deep breath, Nicole said, "I went to work Friday morning and I got fired."

  "Oh my gosh, why?" Alyssa poured two cups of coffee and sat at the table across from Nicole.

  "Thanks." Nicole sipped her coffee, savoring the strong black liquid as it slid down her throat. She was going to need several more cups if she were going to make it through the next few hours. "My boss claims I sent a companywide email that contained an inappropriate sexual joke. And with the new sexual harassment policy in place, he had no choice but to let me go. The whole thing is so ridiculous."

  "Was it a funny joke?"

  Nicole rolled her eyes. That was just like Alyssa. "That's the sad part. I never saw the damn joke."

  Alyssa laughed. "Yeah, that's pretty bad. Okay, so you lost your job. That's what made you drive six hours to the city to see me?"

  "No." Nicole shook her head. "It gets worse. I clean out my desk and of course I'm crying, feeling like shit. I mean, Josh and I are supposed to be getting married. Without a job I can't hardly pay for a wedding and I know he's going to flip out." She took another sip from her coffee before continuing. "So, I'm driving home, trying to figure out how the hell I'm going to tell Josh I just got fired. I'm totally not paying attention and I rear end a car at a stoplight."

  Bringing her coffee cup to her mouth, Alyssa shook her head and tried to hide her smile. "Damage?" she asked.

  "Not much, but the guy was a real dick about the whole thing. I spent almost an hour waiting for the police and giving my statement. I have to appear in court at the end of the month. Got a nice hefty ticket that I can't pay because I don't have a job."

  Alyssa flung her head back and laughed raucously. Despite her best efforts, Nicole laughed too. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry," Alyssa said as she got up and poured both of them more coffee. "So you had a little fender bender. What's the big deal? If you need me to loan you the money for the fine…"

  "No, thank you for the offer, but that's not why I'm here."

  "There's more?" Alyssa sat back down and looked at Nicole with that same impatient stare that Nicole both adored and loathed.

  Nicole nodded. "Yup. I finally manage to get home and I'm relieved, you know? Because I'm home and Josh is home and I knew even though he'd be upset, he'd calm me down. He always does. But then I walk into our bedroom and there he is fucking our neighbor!"

  "No!" Alyssa gasped and slammed her palm on the table. "He was actually in bed with your neighbor?"

  "They were stark ass naked and she was riding him like the mechanical bull at Dmitri's Bar." Nicole closed her eyes for a moment as the image flooded her mind. She shook it off and finished her coffee. "It was disgusting. He didn't even try to apologize."

  "What a piece of shit. I always knew he was no good for you."

  Nicole stood and put her cup in the sink. "Please don't do that, Alyssa."

  "What?" Alyssa got up and stood in front of Nicole. "He had no remorse for what he did. You're better off without him, Nikki. You know you can stay here as long as you want. And I'll help you find a new job. Everything will work out fine, you'll see."

  Alyssa was a hopeless optimist. "I know." Nicole averted her gaze down and chewed on her bottom lip. "I ran out of the apartment and took off. I knew before I even got in the car that I was coming here, but…"

  "But what?" Alyssa crossed her arms over her chest and leaned up against the counter.

  "I was just so angry and hurt. I just wanted it to go away. When I got into the city I drove past this club and on a whim I stopped. My intention was to have a few drinks to take the edge off and then come here. But then I met this guy, Logan, who was gorgeous, by the way, and he talked me into going back to his place."

  "Did you have a torrid one-night stand?"

  Too embarrassed to look her friend in the face, Nicole kept her head down and simply nodded. "He did…things, Alyssa…things I've never done before. But I kind of liked them."

  "What club did you go to?"

  "Bondexx."

  Alyssa giggled. "You realize that's a BDSM club, right?"

  "Yeah, I know that now. I didn't when I stopped." Nicole paced in the kitchen. "I don't know." She exhaled loudly. "It was stupid. I was just pissed off and hurt and vulnerable. It never should've happened."

  "Who're you trying to convince?"

  Nicole stopped pacing and glared at her friend. That was another thing about Alyssa; she was brutally blunt about things—especially when it came to men and sex. "Well, it's not like it's going to happen again. I didn't give him my number and I didn't get his."

  Alyssa shrugged. "No big deal. We'll just go back to the club tonight and hopefully he'll be there again."

  "What? No! I'm not going back to that club."

  "Yes," Alyssa laughed, "you are. C'mon, Nikki, it'll be fun. And it'll do you good. There's no better way to get Josh out of your mind than to have kinky rebound sex with a hot Dom."

  "A what?"

  "A Dom…you know, a Dominant, a Master, a guy who takes control and tells you what to do during sex…?"

  "Oh." Nicole felt the color drain from her face. Logan was a Dom and last night she'd been his submissive. She hadn't realized that at the time, but it made perfect sense now. And she wasn't quite sure how she felt about that. Not that it really mattered because it was a one-time thing and it was over.

  Alyssa smiled. "Get some sleep. You look exhausted."

  "I am." Nicole yawned and rubbed her eyes. "But I'm still not going to that club with you tonight," she called over her shoulder as she made her way toward the spare room. The bed, with all the fluffy pillows, called to her. It looked heavenly. She flopped face down on the soft mattress and groaned with satisfaction. Oh yeah, she could definitely get used to sleeping here.

  *****

  Nicole adjusted the much too tight top that Alyssa let her borrow and grumbled under her breath. Nicole couldn't believe she'd agreed to come back to this club with Alyssa. What the hell wa
s she thinking? They stood in line at the bar, waiting to be acknowledged by one of the several busty bartenders. The place was packed tonight, more so than it had been last night. Even if Logan was here, the odds that she'd actually run into him were slim.

  "Quit fidgeting," Alyssa said, swatting at Nicole's hand.

  "I don't know how you wear this." Nicole huffed. "Your boobs are twice the size of mine and this shirt is cutting off my circulation. It must completely suffocate you."

  Alyssa smiled and shook her head. "It looks great. Now leave it alone."

  "Fine." Nicole crossed her arms over her chest and looked around the club. She'd been so focused on drinking last night that she hadn't paid much attention to anything else. Tonight though, she was getting an eyeful. There were men walking around in tight leather pants, holding leashes that were attached to collars affixed around women's' necks. There were couples on the dance floor grinding against each other in a way that was highly erotic and had her flushing with warmth. And then there were the handful of couples in the dark corners having full-blown sex. How the hell she'd missed that last night was beyond her. It seemed wrong to watch them, but she couldn't tear her gaze away. In a sick sort of way, she liked it.

  "Here" Alyssa interrupted Nicole's thoughts and handed her a drink.

  "Thanks." Nicole took the tall fruity concoction and sipped it. "Mmm, that's good." She took another sip, longer this time.

  "Oh, there's Rob, I'll be right back."

  Before Nicole could say a word, Alyssa disappeared into the crowd. Well, isn't that just wonderful. It was Alyssa's stupid idea to come here and then she takes off. Nicole pushed and shoved her way through the throngs of people until she found a single chair in the corner. She sat and nursed her drink, cursing herself for not getting another one before she left the bar. Oh well. If Alyssa didn't come back soon, Nicole would just fight her way back to the bar and stock up.

  "You know, if you wanted more of me all you had to do was ask."

  Nicole froze with her drink halfway to her mouth. The sound of his voice sent shivers up her spine, causing her heart rate to spike and desire, hot and thick, to pool between her thighs. Damn him! It wasn't fair that he had that effect on her. She slowly turned to face him and despite the drink she'd been scarfing down, her throat was bone dry. "Logan."