Wanting Wilder [Safe Word: Oasis 4]
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by Michele Zurlo
Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: Series: Safe Word: Oasis; Prev Book: Out of my League
Genre: BDSM Multicultural
Fate brought them together, but then it ripped them apart. Eight years later, Wilder is still wishing for more time with the dark-skinned beauty he held in his arms for a weekend, and Lydia is still searching for a man worthy of being called "Master."
At Oasis headquarters, they're in the business of making dreams come true. Any wish they agree to fulfill means making conditions perfect for soulmates to connect. So when their new wish coordinator is perfect in every way but one--she's never had her deepest desires fulfilled--the management at Oasis requires her to make a wish. Only Lydia doesn't want to risk her heart. So she makes a partial wish. She wants to serve a Dom without the complications of a romantic relationship.
Wilder Burke, son of the Oasis founders, is just the man for the job. Years of accumulated misunderstandings means he must settle for the little bit Lydia's willing to give. But when Lydia pushes him too far and he violates the terms of their agreement, he fears he's lost her for good.
Will Wilder fight for Lydia, or will he let fate tear them apart once more?
Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual situations, graphic language, and material that some readers may find objectionable: BDSM theme and elements, including caning, flogging, whipping.
eBook Publisher: Loose Id, LLC, 2012
eBookwise Release Date: November 2012
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [277 KB]
Reading time: 182-255 min.
The lighting on the dance floor was dim, but it wasn't quite so bad on the stage. Of course, Lydia wasn't on the stage, but the additional lights there, and the fact the woman's short skirt had ridden up, allowed her to see the exact shade of pink the woman's ass had turned.
She leaned in close to her friend Brigit and lowered her voice so that only Brigit could hear. "It can't be as bad as it looks, right? It's because she's so white."
Brigit shrugged. "I don't know about her ass, but look at her face. She's in heaven. I think I look like that after a really expensive massage or a vibrator-induced orgasm. Ain't no man can please me the way I please myself."
Lydia agreed with the sentiment, but she hadn't accepted it the way Brigit had. Just because that was true now didn't mean it would always be true. There had to be someone out there who was meant for her--and that man would have skills that exceeded those of her battery-operated companion.
The whip, which had a lot of leather strips hanging from it, smacked hard against the woman's ass. The loud music drowned out any cries or pleas the woman might have been screaming, but the thwack had come through loud and clear.
Lydia studied the big man wielding the imposing device. The angle of the lights put his face in shadow, so she couldn't make out his features. Standing below the stage as she was, she couldn't determine his height, but he was tall. And big. His shoulders were wide. He looked like a linebacker. When he stopped and stepped back, two black-clad attendants released the woman from the cuffs. She took a couple steps on wobbly legs, and then she seemed to get herself under control. She shook her head at one of the helpers, adjusted her skirt, and left the stage under her own power.
The man lifted the whip in his hand and looked out over the crowd. "Next!"
"Go on. I dare you." Brigit giggled and pushed Lydia forward. "Try one new thing."
Lydia turned the full force of her glare on Brigit. The two of them had met because they'd been roommates their freshman year of college. They'd hit it off immediately. Over the past three years, their friendship had flourished.
Traveling to Fort Lauderdale for her twenty-first birthday had not been her first choice. The fact that it coincided with spring break and a deeply discounted flight had been the deciding factors. She and Brigit had just wanted to escape February in Michigan.
"When we came up with the idea last night to come here, we talked about taking chances. To me, coming here is daring enough. Going up there? That's just plain crazy. They don't even serve drinks, so I'm not drunk enough to do something stupid." Lydia turned away, cringing at the remembered sound of the whip as it hit flesh. The flyer advertising Beginner Night hadn't been all that descriptive, but it had been enough to pique their interest.
"Chicken." Brigit grinned and ignored Lydia's expression. Mischief sparkled from her dark eyes. "I'll do it if you will."
Lydia snorted. Brigit talked a good game, but she rarely followed through. "You go first."
She cocked an eyebrow at Brigit, challenging her friend to put herself in the hands of the big Dom offering to flog anyone willing to be tied to the large cross bolted to the stage floor.
Lifting her chin high, Brigit flounced up the stairs. Lydia watched as the man secured her friend's wrists to the thick leather cuffs chained to the X. Horrified fascination kept her attention riveted on her friend. The Dom concentrated on Brigit's skirt-covered ass and the bare flesh of her upper thighs. Without the immediate presence of her friend to distract her, Lydia found herself unable to look away or think of anything else.
After she was released, Brigit came down the steps and stopped next to Lydia. She smiled, complete calm emanating from her serene eyes. "Oh my God, Lydia. It's amazing. And you're up."
Someone a little more motivated made it onto the stage first. Lydia shrugged. "Looks like I'm too late."
Brigit huffed. "No, you're not. Get your ass on the steps. There's a line forming."
Lydia's legs felt like lead as she forced herself to walk to the stairs. She couldn't cry off now and let Brigit win this one. Two more women were in front of her. Lydia suffered through their turns too, imagining herself up there with alternating horror and fascination. Then it was her turn.
The big man rolled his shoulder and winced. He motioned to another man. The two of them exchanged words, and the big man handed the whip over to his friend. Lydia wouldn't call him smaller, exactly. He was just as tall, but he was built more like a quarterback than a lineman.
He smiled at her and came across the stage, hand extended. He waited until she accepted his handshake. "You can call me Sir. The safe word is Oasis. Say it and the action stops, no questions, no recriminations. Have you ever done this before?"
She shook her head. He didn't look more than a year or two older than her. "Have you?"
His smile gentled. "Yes. Don't worry. I've been a Dom for years. I'm going to start light, and we'll work our way up from there. If at any time it gets too intense, just say the safe word, okay?"
She glanced toward the nearest speaker, which was pounding hard with the bass rhythm and nearly drowning out the words he shouted close to her ear.
He followed her line of sight. "You know what? How about a safe signal? Put your thumb and forefinger in the shape of an O, and that will signal me to stop. Okay?"
That made her feel a lot better. "Okay."
He looked at her expectantly. She didn't know what he wanted. He took a breath and gave her the prompt. "Sir. You will always answer with my title."
Lydia studied him and noted the serious glint in his blue eyes. He had a friendly, playful side, but there was no mistaking the hard-ass lurking beneath. "Okay, Sir."
"Great. Let's get you secured to the cross. We use restraints because they keep you from moving." He buckled the cuff onto her right wrist.
"It's a control thing." She'd heard a few things, mostly rumors, about the BDSM lifestyle. Before this, she'd never been interested. Now she wished she'd paid more attention.
"Sometimes. Tonight it's a safety feature. If you can't move, I can't hit you anywhere I'm not aiming. I'll concentrate on your ass, thighs, and shoulders." He secured her left wrist. The attendants took care of her ankles.
He hadn't asked her to remove any clothes. Both Brigit and the girl before her had been wearing minidresses. Lydia was wearing jean shorts and a low-cut shirt that wrapped around her torso and tied at her hip. She felt his chest press against her back as he crowded her against the cross.
"I'll go harder on your ass so you can feel it through your shorts. In a perfect world, you'd be naked and we'd be alone." He spoke low enough so that she knew she was the only person who heard him, and his breath whispered against her temple. If he hadn't been about to whip her, she would have been seriously turned on.
What the hell was she thinking?
As promised, he started with her ass. The whip smacked her shorts, the impact sounding much louder than it felt. When it fell away, she relaxed. This wasn't going to be so bad. She'd come out of this with a story to tell that would make her sound tougher than she really was.
The next kiss of the whip stung. She jerked her hips away, trying to escape, but there was nowhere to go. She whimpered, a protest only she heard. Part of her brain wanted to flash the signal, but the stronger part of her wanted to last longer than Brigit had. She could outdo her friend.
He peppered her shoulders and ass, dropping down to include the bare backs of her thighs. The heat morphed into a slow burn, and Lydia was shocked to find that her panties had grown damp and her clit throbbed.
All too soon, the attendants released her ankles and wrists. She cried out in protest, but they merely turned her around. Now she faced Sir. The lights shone in her eyes, blocking out details. She couldn't see his eyes, but she could read his fierce expression and the power radiating from his body as he waited for the attendants to secure her in this new position.
She jerked against the restraints, more to test them than to try to get free. He came closer, crowding her again with his body. He smelled both clean and sweaty, a heady combination, and she had the urge to bury her face in his neck. Cream gushed between her legs, and she swallowed hard.
"How are you doing?"
"Fine, Sir." She didn't know how she found the will to speak, but her voice came out strong and steady.
He smiled, and she basked in the warm glow of pleasure from this stranger's approval. "You can take more."