For my Saturday Snippet i’m posting something from my brand new release, Touch Me, Tease Me, Whip Me. This story is told entirely from the male POV so this scene takes place in the middle when Walker has gotten tired of waiting for Cass to meet him and he goes to her coffee shop, The Grape and Bean to talk to her.

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Excerpt:

Two weeks later and Walker still hadn’t seen Cass—or, as he affectionately referred to her now, his little brat—again. When her call had finally come several days after their encounter, he’d been about to go out of his mind with not hearing from her. He should have known better than to leave their future communication up to her.

He recalled the sweet hesitation in her voice, soothing his anger and worry.

“I—I’m sorry I haven’t called.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yes.”

The fast response came out forced and awkward. Skittish even. The same vulnerability that had him fucking her in a parking lot gripped him by the balls yet again.

“You should be paddled.”

She didn’t respond, but he didn’t miss the catch in her breath at his words. “In fact, we need to get together and discuss whatever this is that’s going on.”

“Things went too far.”

Fuck. He didn’t want it to end like this. “Do you regret that?”

“Not exactly. No regrets—it’s just—I don’t know.”

He’d broken every one of his rules that night. No sex on the first night of meeting a potential submissive was right up there with always using a safe word.

“Tell me.”

“I’m not ready.”

He’d wanted to call bullshit right then but decided instead to give her the space she thought she needed.

Until now.

He pulled his car into a parking spot at the edge of the lot and smoothly stepped outside. He and Cass had talked several times, taking some time to get to know each other.

He’d tried to coax what pained her the most out of her but she’d remained pretty tight lipped, instead spending most of her time talking about her small specialty wine and coffee shop business in the art district, Grape and Bean.

As a slave to his neighborhood Starbucks, he’d never been in her place, but he drove by here every day on his way to work.  The white cottage frame building had a large covered patio out front with wrought iron furniture and colorful plants. Creating an inviting place for customers to linger was a smart business move. He looked forward to seeing her in this environment—the strong woman running a successful business in contrast to the sexy submissive he’d fucked outside a sex club.

He strode through the door, chimes announcing his arrival, to find a line ten feet deep at the coffee counter. Three employees rushed around filling orders, but his brat was nowhere in sight. He knew she would be here since she’d told him how busy her Saturdays were. Another reason she’d come up with for not seeing him again.

“What can I get you?”

The question shook him from his thoughts as a pretty Asian girl took his order. Straight black coffee in hand, he found a small booth in the corner and settled in. He’d cleared his schedule for the entire day and night with his only goal to talk to Cass in person. She needed to face him, face what happened between them, and decide if she could give into the need he knew slowly ate at her.

There were times when the conversations turned serious and sexy that he heard it in her voice. She’d make a breathless sound that had his cock straining against his pants and had him masturbating more often than usual. Not like it was doing any good, though. No, satisfaction for them both would come together as they explored their budding relationship.

The door behind the counter swung open and Cass walked through, and while he’d recognize her anywhere she looked far different from the woman two weeks ago. Gone were the sexy, skin tight clothes, replaced with conservative khakis and a pretty pink blouse that hid what he knew to be the sexiest damn curves he’d seen in a long time.

Her hair was pinned into a neat bun with a few wisps of escaped dark hair curling loosely around her face. A sharp spear of arousal punched through his gut at the sensual curve of her exposed neck. The memory of licking and biting her as clear as when she’d been wrapped in his arms, riding his cock for all she was worth.

Thank God for the table where he sat. She might not appreciate the sight of his dick tenting his pants as he watched her move around behind the counter, smiling and talking to customers and employees alike.

And what a smile. Broad and charming, lighting up her face with irresistible allure. How she couldn’t see what that kind of beauty would do to a man amazed him. It wasn’t always about big tits and blonde hair or a perfect body and skinny thighs. In the long run what radiated from the inside made for an enduring relationship.

He sipped at his cooling drink, waiting. Observing her at work could be as enlightening as some of their phone chats had been. She donned a small purple apron emblazoned with the Grape and Bean logo, grabbed a rag and headed his way, probably to clean up the abandoned tables now that the crowd had thinned considerably.

He admired the shape of her bare arm as she wiped a table down, a visible line of muscle flexing under taut and tanned skin. She’d mentioned her addiction to running on the local greenways at least three times a week and he imagined it served as an outlet for emotions as much as it did for keeping in shape.

As she moved closer and closer to where he sat his muscles tightened, bracing for the reaction he expected. While she cleaned the table next to his her gaze slid toward him and she froze in place when recognition dawned.

He focused on her face. The almost imperceptible tightening around her mouth, the alarm clearly shining in her eyes. She wore a hint of makeup that served to add, not detract from, the mask of innocence she carried here. No one would ever guess the darkness that laid in wait inside her, begging for freedom.

“Cass.” He nearly winced at the harsh, gravelly sound of his voice.

“Walker.”

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