Free Nailed by Desiree Holt Page B

trouble.”
    Now why the hell did I do that?
    He kept asking himself that question as he rode down to the
underground parking. He already had a complication in his life. Her name was
Flame and he was so intent on seeing how high he could build her fire that he
could hardly think of anything else. He couldn’t seem to push her out of his
mind.
    He didn’t think she’d show up again on a weeknight. She
didn’t seem like the type of person who broke her pattern too often. But he
could call Marco and see if she was available at all on the weekend. Should he
try for Friday night so he’d be mellowed out for the stupid barbecue at his
brother’s? Or late Saturday night after he’d dutifully put in his appearance as
a blind date. Sort of.
    There was one other thing tickling the back of his mind,
too. It became quite clear to him after the second time together that Flame was
a pain junkie. He’d gotten a little carried away then applying the instruments
of punishment because she enjoyed them so much. Her pussy was soaked by the
time he finished, the muscles inside jerking in tiny spasms. If he’d prolonged
that part of the session, he was sure she’d never have stopped him.
    As a good Dom, it was his responsibility to make sure when
he took her to subspace he didn’t take her too deep and that he brought her
back gradually. He’d paid more careful attention to it every time since then.
    And thinking about it, he wondered what her journey had been
like for her to recognize that tendency in herself. And who had taken her
there. Was that jealousy curling inside him? He never, ever got jealous. That
was a good part of the reason Finesse was so important to him. It was better
than no-strings vanilla sex without commitments. Friends with benefits.
Whatever.
    He saw this as hot sex with anonymity and no expectations.
How much better could it get? So why then had he suddenly taken a long look at
his life and wondered if he was missing something? He thought back to his
conversation with Daks days ago and then about Alex’s invitation to the
barbecue Saturday night. He’d actually planned to go to Finesse, to see what
this thing was brewing between himself and Flame. To find out more about her.
Maybe it was just as well the invite came up. He could step back and judge
whether he was letting himself get too emotionally involved. Although he sure
wasn’t looking forward to meeting whatever woman his sister-in-law was
determined to set him up with.
    He turned on the radio to his favorite country music station
and deliberately forced his mind away from Flame and anything to do with her,
focusing instead on the job site he was heading toward.
    * * * * *
    By Thursday, Jen had already decided to skip Finesse for
this weekend. She was sure Tyler would be there and for her mental health, she
needed to take a break. She could feel herself drawn deeper and deeper into a
circle with Tyler. Since the day she’d finally managed to wrest herself away
from him—okay, say it, Derek Collins— she’d made a vow that no one would
ever have that level of power over her again. There was a big difference
between domination and total control. She’d had to learn the hard way how to
submit without completely submerging herself. Now she’d met a man with whom she
had such instant unexpected chemistry that it was taking all her discipline to
contain herself.
    Worse yet, after a few sessions she was having a hard time
imagining herself with any other partners. Not good. How had this man worked
his way under her skin in such a short time? Hadn’t she learned her lesson?
Talk about being a glutton for punishment, in more ways than one.
    Was Tyler expecting her this weekend? They hadn’t confirmed
anything but she’d seen him talking to Marco before he left. If she just didn’t
show up he’d be angry. Maybe even hurt. She certainly didn’t want that. She
just needed some breathing room to get her head on straight.
    Grabbing her cell phone she