Eden's Pleasure

By Christy Poff

Eden Conrad's life is completely turned around when her past comes back to haunt her, literally. When her ex-Master learns of her connection to one of his latest takeovers, he goes into full throttle to get what he wants—even at her expense. Gavin Hunt works for a mysterious woman who evidently has been hurt deeply, but due to a unique invitation from her, he finds the woman he wants to dominate him. As a rookie cop, he learns that some of his fellow officers are not on the up and up, and it seems to be spreading through the ranks. Will Gavin and Eden be able to live privately? Or will their past and present take away Eden's pleasures?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Torrid Books
• Release date: Jun 1, 2011
• ISBN: 9781611601084

Book preview

Prologue

After parking her black Audi in the alley next to the building she owned, Eden Conrad locked it then headed inside. The stiletto heels of her thigh-high boots clicked on the asphalt as she walked, the sound echoing lightly in the enclosed driveway.

Going in, the man she’d hired to be the host at her club met her.

Mistress Eden, how are you?

Fine, Carson, and you?

Just waiting to find out if I passed my last final, he answered.

When Carson had applied for the job, she’d hesitated because of his being in college but once he explained that he’d already earned his Bachelors in his major and had been currently working for his Masters, she gave in and hired him—one of the best decisions she’d ever made. With him extremely conscientious about his job, she knew she could trust him not to say anything about what went on behind the walls of Dark Illusions as well as unofficially becoming her personal assistant. Not only could it hurt her, but the fact he worked at a club catering to sex could bar him from getting any credible job once he graduated.

When should you get an answer?

A few days, he replied.

Are you worried?

A little but then again, I always do, he said then snickered as he took her coat. Wow, you look absolutely amazing.

Thank you, Carson, she said as she took the reservations book from him.

Going down the list of expected parties, she grinned. Tonight would be a good one. As they walked through the lounge to the bar, they discussed the list. Eden wanted to make sure they had what they needed, Carson assuring her that they did.

Will there be anything else tonight?

I believe you know me too well—yes, you may choose someone. Send them upstairs before closing.

Yes, Mistress, he said. Anyone special?

Not tonight.

Carson nodded and left her alone at the bar. She sat on a stool taking the glass of champagne Phil had placed in front of her and sighed.

Each night or every other night—depending on her mood—Eden would request one of the evening’s staff to join her in her private apartment on the top floor of the club. When they arrived and knocked on her door, she’d be waiting for them. Her one stipulation—she’d be blindfolded or they would wear a mask. Not knowing who would come to her left the entire experience on an impersonal level though the entire staff had been sworn to secrecy about anything that occurred.

When she hired anyone, she made them sign a confidentiality agreement for her protection as well as theirs. This way, if anything leaked out, she could act accordingly as to whether she reprimanded or fired them. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas... Good motto only she took it one step further. Nothing leaves the club under any circumstances. So far, she’d had no problems.

Just off the famous Vegas Strip, Eden made sure her business remained aboveboard and, as a result of her efforts, the club had become exclusive to an elite clientele who held memberships. While she charged no fees, they accepted the silent rule that they’d leave a good amount of money after each visit, whether it be in the restaurant or for the private rooms on the second and third floors.

If she got wind that Vice might be visiting, she made sure only the restaurant and bar remained open which made it appear to be an upscale club. Her clients grateful for this, they knew she’d protect them and their privacy while she covered her own ass at the same time—a win-win situation if everyone kept up their end of the bargain.

Can I get you anything else? Phil asked as she slid her empty flute over the polished bar to him.

Send the usual upstairs in a little while.

Yes, ma’am, he said.

Eden smiled and slid off the stool. Pulling the hem of her little black leather dress down, she walked to the stairs and went up to the third floor. Once there, she took a key from her handbag and unlocked the door to her private world—one only those invited behind the closed door ever saw though every once in a while, she asked herself if she’d been playing it smart by having her little rendezvous here.

Looking at the clock, she saw she had several hours before her evening’s dessert knocked on her door. What do I want tonight?

* * * *

Gavin Hunt had gotten a job at Dark Illusions as a waiter while he worked his way through the Police Academy. Having started the Academy after he’d been hired, he chose to keep that part of his life to himself which made things simple. Because his employer ran a tight operation and looked out for everyone in her employ, he had no doubt his secret would remain that.

At six foot two, he blended in with all the other studs though he would have been happier not wearing the tight leather pants every night as they tended to get hot but it got to the point it no longer bothered him which made his life easier. Besides, he’d have to learn to wear his uniform or anything the department might expect him to wear in the line of duty so why not get in practice now?

Gavin, can you remain after hours? Carson asked when he came in for his shift.

Sure, he answered, knowing what would happen.

Remaining after hours became the club’s code for spending the evening in the company of Mistress Eden. Carson tried to offer it to everyone so no one would miss out unless they desired not to stay but no one refused—the money for the time good. He’d stayed several times and enjoyed every moment with her. Never had he experienced a lover like her and he doubted he ever would. This had been the overtime he looked forward to.

She’s requested you go to her around midnight.

Not a problem, Gavin said.

Gavin walked through the restaurant, checked his assigned area and waited for his first customers to be seated. It would be an interesting evening.

* * * *

When Gavin walked into the room after knocking on the door, his breath caught. Sitting on the bed wearing nothing but a tight black corset, a tiny thong and the highest boots he’d ever seen sat Mistress Eden—Eden Conrad—the owner and Dominatrix of the club.

Gazing at her for what seemed an elongated minute, he couldn’t help but notice her erotic beauty. He’d seen her walk through the restaurant and the bar on numerous occasions and noticed the amazing bright blue eyes the satin blindfold now hid. Her extremely fair skin highlighted by her long jet-black hair could only be described as deathly pale yet on her, it seemed perfect.

His eyes dropped to her chest, the corset tight enough to push her breasts up to where they appeared to be near the point where the slightest move would have them spilling over the firm edge of the garment. How the hell did I get so damned lucky?

Licking his lips, he could not wait to trace the outline of her gorgeous body but he knew he had to wait. Tonight, as always, Mistress Eden expected her commands to be obeyed and he, as her submissive, would do so.

Mistress, how shall I serve you?

* * * *

While her dessert waited tables, Eden decided that she wanted something a little over the top. While she loved bondage of any type, things had happened that made her want more tonight. This evening, she wanted punishment.

Getting out several floggers of various designs, she placed them on a small table near where she’d have her partner restrain her. She then placed several types of gags next to them along with some other toys. Everything in place and ready, she walked to the monitors she used to watch what happened below her. The restaurant filled, she smiled. Exactly how I like things...

Near midnight, she tied the black satin blindfold in place then sat on the edge of the bed and waited for whoever Carson sent to her. A light knock on the door made her breath catch, the unknown beginning to arouse her.

Come in...

She heard the door open then close followed by the latch engaging when her guest for the night locked it.

Mistress Eden, good evening...

Strip out of your clothes then come to me, she commanded.

He did so and she appreciated that he took her hand to let her know where he stood.

Mistress, your next desire?

I want you to remove my clothes leaving me in my boots only. Once you’ve done that, you will cuff me to the columns and make sure my feet are apart.

Yes, Mistress...

He guided her to the columns on the opposite side of the room then carefully removed her corset and her thong. Cuffing her hands over her head after he kissed each one, he made sure of her comfort before he knelt in front of her to tend to her feet.

Mistress?

On the table are several different types of gags. Choose one and use it then I want you to flog me.

Mistress Eden?

I want to begin with punishment, she stated. I also do not care where on my body you choose.

Yes, Mistress, forgive me, he said as he selected a leather gag with a small bit that fit inside her mouth. Securing it while again making sure of her comfort, he then looked at the floggers she’d laid out for him choosing a suede-tipped one and a thin leather paddle.

Are you ready, Mistress? he asked the gorgeous, naked woman in front of him.

Eden nodded.

Mistress, shall I...

Eden tried to tell him to do whatever came to mind and thought he understood what she tried to say, the gag doing its job. Instead, he tried something different.

Slipping his hands to her sides, he gently lifted her breasts so he could touch the softness of her amazing body. The feel of their firmness sent a new sensation through her body, Eden overcome by it.

Does Mistress mind if I punish her amazing body with other things?

Eden shook her head wondering what he had in mind. Tonight would be very interesting indeed but could she wait until he did it? I’ll have to...

Because she’d been doing this kind of rendezvous for a while, she could tell he’d chosen the paddle, the sound of it slapping against her ass echoing in the room followed by her reaction. Massaging the area, he did the same to the other side. One thing she’d made sure all of her partners knew when she trained them—always do things evenly so that no part of your lover’s body is slighted. He’d learned well.

Repeating this several more times—each time harsher than the previous one—he then moved to stand in front of her. Taking a deep breath as he switched floggers, he used the suede-tipped one on her breasts.

Eden jumped a little but didn’t cry. In her world, punishment like this brought divine pleasure. The feel of the flogger on her breasts caused her body to soar to a new level and she wanted more. With the second round, he used more force, Eden languishing in the stinging sensations coursing through her. When he did it the fourth time with even more force, she cried out despite the gag as she asked herself if he could do anything more to surprise her.

Her answer came moments later, the sensation hitting her like a runaway train as he tugged on her nipple piercings then held her breasts up just enough to send her rocketing to an entirely new level. While she soared, he used the suede on her again, the orgasm following overpowering her. What he did next undid her completely.

Her slave chose to lave her nipples while she trembled, the heat of his breath on her skin adding more heat to her body. A tug, a smack then his lips repeated several times caused her to do something she had not done for a long time. From behind the gag, she begged him for permission to come.

The sound of his groan gave her a hint of his desire though she waited for his answer.

Yes, Mistress, you may come for me but I will tell you when.

Eden groaned. No sub had ever been able to do this to her yet he had. From his voice to his obedience to what he’d done to her and would do, Eden felt that—for the moment—she had everything she’d ever wanted.

She sensed him kneeling in front of her and while his hands continued to torture her breasts, his tongue lapped at her pussy until she almost misbehaved. She jolted when his tongue entered her, licking her with deliberate strokes while he drank from her.

Come for me, Mistress, he said as he pinched her nipples.

Eden cried out as she came, his pace furious as he took her. Her body shaking, she enjoyed the ripples of sheer pleasure coursing through her. With one of his fingers replacing his tongue, he continued keeping her on edge as he stood and walked around her.

Would you like me to remove the gag, Mistress?

Eden nodded and tried to catch her breath when he gently removed it.

Your next desire?

I want more punishment as you find a way to take me again. I want you to make me come for you as many times as you wish while you obey my orders.

Yes, Mistress, as you wish.

Standing in front of her, Gavin began again only when he slapped her ass, he slipped two fingers into her pussy.

Eden jolted, the feel of his fingers inside her sending more heat racing through her. The touch of his tongue on her nipple after he’d slapped it sent her reeling, her body shaking as a climax threatened to overwhelm her. Flogging, nipple torture and finger fucking, Eden thought she’d died and gone to heaven—this man doing things to her no other had ever done.

For the next hour, Gavin obeyed her as he took her numerous times. She cried out each time before the final one when exhaustion took over.

Mistress?

Release me and take me over to the bed.

Gavin did so and helped her across the room. Once she sat down, he helped her remove her boots then waited.

Stand up, she said. You know what I plan to do.

Yes, Mistress, he said as he stepped between her legs and rested his swollen and hungry cock on her lips.

Eden loved the feel of his shaft on her lower lip. Slowly, she drew him in and teased him. Though sanity told her she’d had him several times before, whoever had been with her had been the best lover yet but she refused to become attached even though something inside her told her to be greedy.

As she went down on him, she felt his hand on the back of her head seconds before he pumped his cock into her mouth. Taking his entire length, she wanted more of him as her hands gripped his ass to bring him impossibly closer.

Mistress, may I...

Eden nodded, unable to say anything.

Moments later, the heat of his essence exploded into her as she took him. Massaging his balls, she wanted everything down to the last drop. Then she surprised him by taking his length once more—this time deeper into her throat. As she did, she felt the same heat she had earlier as he touched a spot on the back of her throat that made her want to climax.

Languishing in this, she felt him bend over her a little so his hands could slide over her breasts and hold onto them while he teased her nipples again.

Tell me what to do next, he whispered as the latest orgasm washed over her, Eden’s body no longer hers to control.

Pulling back, she gasped for air as her lips sought his. As they kissed, her hand found his cock and guided it to her pussy. Without a word said, he took her command and thrust his cock into her. Moments later, she screamed but no one heard as he took her reaction into him while his cock filled her gorgeous body with his seed.

Mistress, forgive me...

There is nothing to forgive—you are perfection.

Chapter 1

A few days after her mysterious lover had almost ruined her for anyone else, Eden could no longer take not knowing his identity.

She’d casually walked through the dining room listening to her waiters’ voices but she didn’t hear the one that set her soul on fire. Realizing it had been very possible that he’d not been in to work since that night, she went to Carson and asked, Carson fidgeting.

What’s wrong? she asked.

You informed me when I started handling this that I’m not to tell you who I send to your room so nothing becomes permanent.

I realize that but the other night—it’s indescribable how he makes me feel. I need to know who this wonderful man is.

May I suggest this? Carson asked.

What?

Give me your e-mail address and I will have him contact you if he wants to continue on. This way, if he says no, he remains a mystery.

Good idea, she said, liking his suggestion though the delay did not please her yet she understood his wanting to protect everyone concerned. Writing down her email address, she handed him the piece of paper then walked away.

Phil, I need a strong drink.

Yes, ma’am, coming right up.

Sitting at the bar, Eden went over her life—something she did on a daily basis. Not only did this keep her grounded but she made sure she remained alert to things that could hurt her.

Several years before and in the early days of Dark Illusions, she’d had a scare thanks to someone close to her—or so she thought.

The property she’d invested in sat in the center of the main nightlife of Las Vegas—something she’d done on purpose. She’d wanted the better clientele as patrons and anything too far off the beaten path would not get her that. Instead, she’d get tourists, maybe some businessmen but not the high rollers who had money to spend.

After her parents’ divorce, she’d fled California and her mother’s overbearing social-climbing personality. A California socialite by birth and the daughter of a successful Nevada businessman, she couldn’t live the Hollywood life—the reason her father divorced her mother after he found her in bed with a male prostitute.

Going back to her father’s home had not been easy. Despite the sensibilities that had molded her, she could not live within his lifestyle either—her new life the complete opposite to theirs. One day, Amy Gordon lost herself—never to be found again—and resurfaced as Mistress Eden.

An investigator from New Mexico confronted her one day, Eden begging him not to tell her family.

You do realize they’re paying me five million bucks to find you?

I don’t care. I can’t go back to life with either of them. They refuse to deal with the unconventional. I don’t want their money, their lives or contact with them. What’s funny—several of my father’s clients enjoy what I can give them—no one any wiser.

And if I keep your secret, what do I get in return?

I can teach you about yourself.

Tell me what I need to learn.

You, my shadowy friend, are a natural Dominant. I can tell from how your body speaks to mine. Right now, I want to be your submissive.

I don’t understand. How can you possibly know something like that?

I am a natural submissive. I’m attracted to alpha males who are extremely sure of themselves and you are that kind of man.

And how do you intend to teach me this?

Come, Master, allow your slave to pleasure you.

He followed her, unable to fight the hold she apparently had on him. She led him to a dungeon-like room where he looked at the various things he’d always been aroused by.

What would you like me to do, Master?

Right now, I’m not sure—surprise me.

Yes, Master, she said. This way.

Moments later, he stood naked while Eden went down on his cock as his body obviously languished in the sensations. He looked down at her feverishly taking him and, as he told her later, he found the real Nigel begging to get out. Grabbing her hair, he pressed her closer while he pounded his cock deep into her throat. His essence exploding into her, he filled her while she moaned. When she pulled back, she licked his slit and gazed at him.

Master, please may I come?

Her plea had startled him but she pleasured him while she held her own climax back. He’d told her a tiny part of him regretted it but the rest of him enjoyed his newfound power.

Master, please may I come? she asked though she could tell through the euphoria overtaking him that he had not heard her but when he realized what she’d said, he took charge.

Not yet, he said. I want you naked.

Yes, Master, she purred.

After removing her clothes, she knelt before him, her hands behind her back with her knees apart giving him full view of her hungry pussy.

He watched her wordlessly obey him, her body begging for his next word. He pulled her into a kiss then pushed her onto a table where he buried his