A book in the 1-800-DOM-help series.
She needs punishment...before she deserves pleasure.
Tragedy scarred TJ Lipton. Now the only way she can find pleasure is when it's delivered with a heavy-handed dose of S&M. But finding a lover who can give her what she needs proves an elusive quest--until she finds the sex club Unfettered and a Dom named Cross McNally.
Cross understands all too well what drives TJ. He takes command of her body to give her everything she needs--restraint, the stinging kiss of a flogger, the thrill of a three-way--a sexual adventure that pulls her beyond her painful past and has her begging for more of his tender brand of domination.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Begging for It by Delilah Devlin
She awoke, gasping, inhaling smoke, and then began to choke. Which forced her to close her mouth and breath through her nose--a mistake because the smell of burned rubber, gasoline and something mustier and more frightening turned her stomach. She feared she'd vomit, but her seat belt gouged her waist as she hung upside down in the harness.
Something was in her eyes. She blinked but couldn't clear the viscous fluid. Panic swelled, and then she heard a sound beside her, an odd rhythmic gurgling, and she remembered.
Blind, she reached for him, but her fingers sank into warm, sticky blood. She began to scream...
"TJ-- Yo! Wake up!"
Tansy Jo Lipton jerked, banging her head against her monitor. Sitting back, she rubbed her head and glared at her partner Marnie Croft.
"You were asleep and moaning." Marnie's dark curls shivered around her face as she shook her head. "Did you call that VA shrink? Honey, you can't keep this up much longer. You need to talk to someone."
TJ frowned. She didn't like discussing her problems with anyone. Her demons were ones she preferred to wrestle on her own. In her own way. "We talk."
"But do you tell him anything he needs to hear? Does he know you're still havin' the dream?"
Giving a shrug, TJ's glance slid away. Then she lied through her teeth to her best friend. "I don't get it so much anymore."
Marnie snorted and turned away, closing TJ's office door without saying another word.
Not that TJ blamed her friend for her anger and frustration. Marnie had held the business together when TJ was called up. She'd hoped to have her burden lightened when TJ returned from Iraq.
The problem was TJ had never really come back. Not fully. She'd left part of herself behind in the bloody hell and had returned a wizened shell of her former self.
The dream was a nightmare. One she couldn't outrun. She'd slept so little the night before, she'd planned on only taking a catnap at her desk. However, if the puddle of drool on her desktop was any indication, she'd been out for a while. And the dream had found her again, leaving her cold.
She still shook with the horror of it.
TJ checked her watch. It was nearly time to call it quits for the day anyway. She turned off her computer, shuffled unfinished proposals into a neat stack and figured that was all she was going to accomplish. Nothing mattered anyway.
Who cared whether they raked in another fifty-grand contract for renovating office space in downtown San Antonio? Was anyone going to die if they failed?
She closed her office door and slinked down the corridor, whipping quickly past Marnie's door. Letting Marnie down did make her itch with guilt, but not enough to spark a fire for her to do her job.
She headed toward the underground parking lot, but music blared from the door of The Shamrock, just across the street. Would Brent be there again? Would he be up for a little sex? She was bored with him. He didn't really hit her buttons, but he was a good-looking guy with a willing dick. What more could she ask for when she needed a quick fix?
Standing at the curb, she waited for the traffic to pass. A car slowed, a darkly tinted window rolled down. A man peered up from his steering wheel.
"Not even in your dreams," she called out, and darted into the street behind his vehicle, strangely gratified by the sound of squealing brakes.
The bar was packed with happy-hour customers. She combed her hair with her fingers and made a beeline for the tables in the back.
Brent was parked in a booth and gave her a crooked smile as she approached. "Wondered if you'd show."
She slung her purse onto the seat opposite him then scooted in beside him, her hand going straight between his legs to cup his sex.
He jerked but eased his thighs open for her to give him a deeper caress. "I take it you're back for more," he murmured, and turned to nuzzle her ear.
She leaned away from the kiss he pressed against her skin. She wasn't here to cuddle. "Let's slip out back."
"Now, why do I suddenly feel cheap?" he muttered.
"Because you know I only want your body."
He grunted but let her tug his hand behind her as she slid from the seat and walked to the corridor at the back of the bar. She passed the restrooms, the bar owner's office, and pushed open the rear exit.
There, in the middle of the alley, she reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties.
"It's not even dark yet. Anyone could see," he said, his voice tightening with annoyance. "And it stinks out here."
TJ leaned into him, grabbing his hand and tucking it between her legs. No way could he miss the fact she was wet. Maybe he'd think she was hot for him. "Then go inside," she said, raising her chin. "I'll find someone else."
His gaze narrowed. "Anyone ever tell you you're a bitch?"
She smirked. "You. Last night. Tell me you weren't waiting with a hard-on just thinking about what we did. I'll call you a liar to your face."
He shook his head, his eyebrows drawing into a frown. "Girl, you've got issues."
"Not anything I don't already know. But right now all I want is you inside me--and give it to me rough."