Raven's Seduction (The Pleasure Pros #1) (6 page)

Raven

Crawling into bed that night, I was more
physically and emotionally exhausted than I had been since giving birth.
 
And yet, there were so many thoughts
running through my head that all I could do was stare at the ceiling.
 
I
can’t believe I did that.
 
It still
seems like a dream.
 
Gunner is sexy
as hell, but I can’t believe he recorded me.
 
What if that leaked out?
 
That would completely ruin what’s left
of my career.
 
I had a blindfold and
wig on most of the time, so maybe no one would recognize me.
 
How would I ever explain it to
Hannah?
 
Then there’s my mother, who
would never let me live it down.
 
Maybe I really am a dirty slut.

I glanced down at my phone and re-read the
last message from Gunner.
 
He had a blast?
 
My thoughts instantly turned back toward
the lustful side.
 
I have never come like that in my life.
 
I can’t believe I squirted.
 
That was so weird.
 
After tossing and turning
restlessly, I rolled onto my stomach and stuffed my headphones into my
ears.
 
I cranked up one of my old
favorites,
Take Your Mama
by the
Scissor Sisters.
 
Screw it.
 
I had one of the most amazing
experiences of my life tonight, but I’m not going any deeper.
 
I’ll get that master recording from
Gunner tomorrow night and tell him I’m done.
 
My mind continued to flip flop, back and
forth.

The remainder of the night was spent drifting
in and out of sleep, dreaming about all that had gone on earlier in the
evening.
 
I thought back to how
intense it had been.
 
He damn near made me pass out.
 
My juices began to flow once again just
at the recollection of being forced to orgasm repeatedly while being unable to
escape his touch.
 
What a rush!
 
My fingers traveled down between my
legs.
 
Wow, I’m actually a little sore.

After several hours of fitful sleep, my phone
buzzed again.
 
This time it was a
text from Amber:

Amber:
 
I’m dying to know what happened last night!

She must have truly been dying because I had
never heard from her before 8:00am on a Saturday morning for as long as I had
known her.

Me:
 
It was wild, scary, and amazing!

Amber:
 
Get up!
 
Let’s go have
breakfast or coffee or something.

Me:
 
I need a good breakfast.
 
I’ll call you after a shower.

Amber:
 
Just throw your hair back - you can shower later.

Me:
 
No.
 
I really need a
shower!
 
: )

Amber:
 
You’re killing me…

~~~

“You should see this fucking guy,” were the
first words that flew out of my mouth when I met Amber at our favorite
breakfast place.
 
I don’t normally
swear in public, so she was more than a little shocked.
 

“What does he look like?” Her eyes lit up.

“Tall, dark, and seriously ripped.
 
His name is Gunner and he’s
sooo
frickin
’ hot.”

“Gunner.” She laughed.
 
“You do know that’s not his real name,
right?”

“I know, but he doesn’t know my real name
either.
 
That’s what makes it kind
of fun.”

“Are you going to see him again?”

“Yeah, he’s taking me to an early dinner
tonight.” I beamed.

“You are sick.
 
I want a Gunner!” She pouted.

“Hey, you have the phone number, too.
 
Quit being such a chicken shit and send
them a text,” I countered, giving her the raised eyebrows.

“I know. I will as soon as we’re done
here.
 
I just wanted to make sure
that you had a good time and that everything checked out okay.”

“I had the time of my life.
 
I even squirted,” I whispered.

“We can actually do that?” she asked in
disbelief.
 
“I always thought that
was a myth and they were just peeing or something.”

“No, it’s very real.
 
It’s incredible actually.
 
If you want to have a little extra fun,
just bet him a hundred bucks that he can’t make you squirt.” I smirked.

“Yeah, I’m going to taunt him my first time
out.
 
Good advice my friend!” she
replied, her face becoming flushed.

After finishing an interesting breakfast with
Amber, I sent Gunner a quick text letting him know that Amber was going to be
contacting them.
 
I wanted to make
sure he knew that she was my best friend, so he would let someone else call her
back.
 
I didn’t want to share my Gunner!
 
My
Gunner, yeah right.
 

Throughout the course of the afternoon, my
thoughts kept drifting back to how incredible he looked without his shirt.
 
I
wonder if I made him hard?
 
I’m sure
he’s seen so many girls.
 
I need to
stop thinking about him.
 
I’m
walking away.
 
At least that’s
what I kept repeating to myself.
 
It’s what I really wanted to do, but part of me knew that he had
literally opened up Pandora’s box and I was going to have a very hard time not
finding out what else was hidden inside.
 
If pain heightens the experience
even further, I’m not sure I could even handle it.
 
I almost passed out from level one.
 
God, I’m getting horny again.
 
He’s going to drive me fucking crazy.

The day literally dragged by as I checked the
time every fifteen or twenty minutes.
 
For once it was gorgeous outside, so I decided to get out and enjoy it
.
 
Watching people in the park was one of my
favorite pastimes, so I thought it would be a good way to kill some time.
 
The nice weather had drawn out all of
the fair weather joggers and exercisers, so there were all types of people to
watch.
 

One of the highlights was an older gentleman
who apparently took his fashion cues from an old Richard Simmons workout
video.
 
Can you even buy those sweat bands anymore?
 
Oh
well, at least he is out here trying to get a little exercise which is more
than I can say.
 
I really need to
get back in shape.
 
That was
honestly why the thought of being recorded had sent me over the edge
.
 
I haven’t worked out in months for Christ sake and I’m white as a damn
ghost.

“Hey, neighbor,” a familiar voice startled me
from behind me.

Holy shit!
“Tom, how are you?”
  
He was one of the only single guys
who lived in my apartment building.

“Doing great, just glad to finally get some
sun.”

“Me, too.
 
I was just noticing my pasty white
legs.”

“Well, you’re in good company.
 
Anyone with a tan is either from out of
town or fake baking.” He laughed.
 
“You look good, even without a tan.”

“Thanks for lying to make me feel
better.
 
You look hot in those bike
shorts, too,” I blurted out without thinking.

“Sorry, they’re a little tight,” he said with
an embarrassed look crossing his face.
 
“I gained a few pounds over the winter.”

“Nah, bike shorts can never be too tight,” I
teased.

“On that note, I’m going to get back to my
exercise.” He smirked.

“Nice to see you, Tom.”

“You, too.
 
Have fun creeping on everyone,” he added
while peddling away.

That was one of the most normal conversations
I had ever had with Tom.
 
For some
reason, he had always made me flustered, which usually led to walking away in
embarrassment.
 
God I hate that.
 
That
never happened when I was younger. If anything, I had been a little too bold
and scared the boys off.
 
Ever since
my divorce, though, I hadn’t been able to regain the confidence and composure
of my younger days.
 
Being a struggling, single mom has definitely
taken a toll on my ego.
 
Even
though I knew it was all in my head, it didn’t make it any easier to
correct.
 
It had always been way
easier for me to change physical habits than mental ones.

It’s finally three o’clock!
 
I sprung off the bench and began the
trek back to my apartment.
 
Since I
had worn my little black dress the night before, I decided to break out the red
one.
 
That red dress always makes me feel sexy.
 
Once again, thoughts of Gunner began to
flood my mind.
 
It had been years
since I couldn’t stop thinking about someone.
 
It felt like one of those intense
crushes from my high school days.
 
I’m a little too old for crushes.
 
I really can’t wait to see him, though.

Gunner

I was shocked when the first thought that I
had the following morning was of Raven.
 
She’s so different from most of
the women I’ve met in the past few years.
 
Her innocence and professional demeanor are definite turn-ons.
 
Since she was so out of it, I don’t
think she even noticed how aroused I was after our session.
 
It took every ounce of willpower I had
to resist sweeping her up in my arms and taking her home with me last night.
 

Unfortunately, that hadn’t even been a
possibility due to my extremely rigid employment contract.
 
Any relationships that began in the dungeon
stayed in the dungeon.
 
I’m not going to lose a lucrative gig like
this over some foolish attraction.
 
I can’t believe I’m even contemplating it.
 
I’ve worked with hundreds of girls
without giving any of them a second thought.
 
None of them were like her, though.

I made a conscious decision to suppress my
feelings.
 
I had mastered that skill
over the years.
 
Being a Dom in the
porn industry wasn’t exactly something that allowed for stable outside
relationships, but for the moment, the money was way too good to pass up.
 
In fact, with my debt paid to Carter, I
had finally been able to build up a serious cash cushion.
 
It was a huge improvement from where I
had been the day that Renegade pulled up to the gym in a new hundred
thousand-dollar Boxster.
 
Thank God he took the time to introduce me
to his boss.
 
At the time, all
of us in the financial services industry had been hanging on for dear life and
I had foolishly stepped over the line.
  
I was simply trying to get ahead,
but it had only left me in a dire situation.

I have never forgotten our first conversation
that afternoon; I had no idea what BDSM even was.
 
I had heard of bondage, but it wasn’t
something that I had spent any time thinking about.
 
It wasn’t until he told me how much
money he was making that I developed a keen interest to learn more.
 
After describing the basic concepts, he
turned me over to Sapphire, who became my Dominatrix.
 
She opened my eyes to a world that I had
never imagined and made me feel things that were way beyond my sense of reality
at the time.