Club Shadowlands

What the heck kind of name was Sir?

Heck, that woman out there looked like she was getting more from one kiss than Jessica had ever gotten from the whole insert-dick-move-around shebang.

To have to perform a scene, a punishment scene like that, was extremely unpleasant. It bothered me to hurt you, Jessica,” he growled. “You will let me hold you, and offer me some comfort in return.

This was like being Alice in a very twisted Wonderland...

We were in the middle of a scene, and this crazy woman comes roaring out of the crowd, screaming, grabs my whip, and damned if she didn’t punch me.” Rubbing his reddened chin, the man’s lips curved a little. “It’s almost funny, but still, she ruined our scene.

She frowned at him. “You’re bossy.” “Yes, I am,” he agreed, amiably. “Isn’t it a shame you happen to like that?

She was a strong woman whose deepest responses apparently came when she was most vulnerable.

There was a fine line between fear that would excite and fear that would paralyze the senses.