Nailed

By Desiree Holt

Why could he only find her when she appeared as Flame?

Tyler McMann—contractor by day, Dom by night. Jenyfer Mayhew—accountant by day, sought-after sub by night. She’s the masked Flame, the star of Finesse, an upscale private dungeon where the only numbers that count are how many strokes of the paddle a sub can take. Tyler is one of its best customers, a place where he can shuck the discipline of his work and indulge his fantasies. The chemistry between the two lights up the sky. But when he learns her real identity, he has to work hard to keep her from running and realize she can truly depend on him.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Totally Entwined Group Ltd
• Release date: Jul 17, 2018
• ISBN: 9781786864062

Desiree Holt

A multi-published, award winning, Amazon and USA Today best-selling author, Desiree Holt has produced more than 200 titles and won many awards. She has received an EPIC E-Book Award, the Holt Medallion and many others including Author After Dark’s Author of the Year. She has been featured on CBS Sunday Morning and in The Village Voice, The Daily Beast, USA Today, The Wall Street Journal, The London Daily Mail. She lives in Florida with her cats who insist they help her write her books, and is addicted to football.

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Nailed

ISBN # 978-1-78686-406-2

©Copyright Desiree Holt 2018

Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright July 2018

Edited by Rebecca Baker

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Warning:

This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a heat rating of Totally Burning and a Sexometer of 2.

Erector Set

NAILED

Desiree Holt

Book three in the Erector Set series

Why could he only find her when she appeared as Flame?

Tyler McMann—contractor by day, Dom by night. Jenyfer Mayhew—accountant by day, sought-after sub by night. She’s the masked Flame, the star of Finesse, an upscale private dungeon where the only numbers that count are how many strokes of the paddle a sub can take. Tyler is one of its best customers, a place where he can shuck the discipline of his work and indulge his fantasies. The chemistry between the two lights up the sky. But when he learns her real identity, he has to work hard to keep her from running and realize she can truly depend on him.

Dedication

To my son-in-law who said Why don’t you write about heroes in the construction business? This series is all for you.

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Chapter One

Busy tonight, Tyler McMann observed, leaning against the bar in the lounge section of Finesse. Is it always like this on the weekends?

Daks, the bartender, nodded. Man, you think this is busy? This is nothing. A light turnout.

Then it’s a good thing I like to come in during the week.

Daks cocked a brow at him. Yeah, that’s right. So what are you doing here on the weekend?

Tyler shrugged. I had a very tough couple of weeks out of state then worked late every night this week catching up on local stuff. Otherwise I’d have been here midweek. But I just got back yesterday and everyone I know is busy tonight, including all the newlyweds in my family. I had some offers, but nothing that interested me. He noticed people taking their coffee or soft drinks and leaving sizable money on the bar. Better tips than during the week, I see.

You know it, even with low alcohol sales.

Finesse had an unbreakable rule that its members not drink anything alcoholic if they even thought they were going to play. The club prided itself on providing a safe environment for its members and guests. People breaking that rule often found themselves on the outside looking in.

I’ll be sure to take up a collection for you.

Everyone was aware that Daks, like all the other employees at Finesse, were very well paid. They were handpicked by the owner and were known for being attentive and discreet. The atmosphere they created was what drew the elite clientele.

Tyler took a swallow of coffee from the engraved mug Finesse used for its coffee service and looked around at the crowd. He’d been a member of Finesse for a long time now, ever since an old college friend had introduced him to the BDSM lifestyle. Neither of his brothers were aware of this, which was one reason why he seldom brought the women he dated to any gatherings.

But he was getting older and changing partners was beginning to wear on him. He wanted someone who blended with him in the bedroom as well as the other parts of his life. His family didn’t need to know the kind of sex he loved and beyond that he needed a woman with a brain and a sense of humor who was a match for his two sisters-in-law. Both Josh’s wife, Vanessa, and Alex’s wife, Livy, were corporate vice presidents. Tough models to live up to, but he was sure there had to be at least one woman out there who was aggressive on the outside and submissive on the inside.

The problem was he hadn’t connected on an emotional level with any of the women he spent time with. He was beginning to wonder if he ever would.

Finishing the coffee, he tapped his mug on the bar, signaling Daks that he needed a refill, again scanning the room. After the stressful weeks working the Concordia multiuse development in Wyoming, he needed a break. McMann development was doing it all, soup to nuts, and the project was a massive one. Tyler had been flying back and forth to supervise, sometimes spending weeks there. This week he happened to be in town and the first thing he’d done was head for Finesse.

He roamed his gaze over the crowd, the jumble of conversations and sounds buzzing in his ears. All around him people were grouped in pairs and trios, in various stages of undress and activity. He knew that soon most of them would be moving to one of the private rooms. Maybe tonight would be his lucky night.

Something flashed at the corner of his eyes, a bright color, and he turned to get a better look at it. Coming down the hallway where the private rooms were located was a woman who just took his breath away. He figured she was about five foot six, but the four-inch heels on her thigh-high black boots would bring her closer to Tyler’s six feet. She wore nothing but a black bustier, laced in the front, her plump breasts resting on a built-in shelf. Her hair was an astounding shade of deep red and cascaded down her back in rich waves. Curls of the same color peeped out from the edge of the bustier, calling attention to her exposed pussy.

Completing the image was a glitter-sprinkled black mask that covered the upper portion of her face. She looked and walked like the ultimate Domme. He was shocked to see the thin red collar around her neck. Finesse provided collars and cuffs for subs to wear, showing they were available. This woman didn’t look like any sub he’d ever been with.

Every bit of saliva in Tyler’s mouth dried up as he stared at her. Where the hell had she been that he’d never noticed her before? At once, he visualized her naked, spread-eagle before him as he rammed his cock into her.

Easy, boy.

Hot, isn’t she? Daks’ voce held a hint of amusement.

No shit. Who is she, anyway?

"That’s Flame. She even makes me drool. And I’ve seen ’em in all kinds and all sizes."

Is she really a sub? She sure walks like a Domme. And dresses like one.

Daks inclined his head in the woman’s direction. She’s a switch. Top or bottom. Player’s choice.

You’re kidding, right?

Daks refilled Tyler’s mug yet again and shook his head. She has what you’d call a special situation.

Tyler curled his hands around the mug. He had to keep himself from yanking the bartender across the polished wood and smacking the information out of him. Yeah? Special situation? Explain that.

Okay, okay. Don’t get your shorts in a bunch. He polished the bar with a soft towel as he spoke. She’s always booked one hundred percent for every night she comes in.

Booked? Then why is she wearing a collar that signals her availability?

Because she’s so much in demand that the owner lets her call her own shots. Even assigned a room just to her on her regular nights.

Now Tyler was intrigued. Certain Doms paid for the privilege of always having the same room, but never a sub. Even if she was a switch, she had to be very talented at both ends of the spectrum for that kind of privilege.

Another thing, Daks continued, her sessions never last more than one hour and she never plays more than twice. She also has the option of canceling her second scene if the first one wears her out too much.

Holy shit! She must be something special. How come I’ve never seen her before? How long has she been a member?

Five years.

You’re shitting me. He swallowed the rest of his coffee. If she’s been here that long, I know I’d have run into her before this.

Not necessarily. She might not have been here on the nights you come in. She works weekends and most of the time you come in during the week. Daks frowned. Why is that, anyway?

Tyler gave an uncomfortable shrug. My family doesn’t know what goes on in my sex life. Most weekends I spend with them or hanging out with some vanilla woman who’s appropriate for a double date with one of my brothers.

Well, there you go. He paused. None of my business, and a lot of people feel the way you do, but are you sure your brothers would freak out if they knew about this? Don’t you think they’ll find out sooner or later?

I can’t answer either of those questions. He turned his cup upside down on a napkin, signaling the bartender to take it away. Anyway, at the moment, it doesn’t matter because I’m not hooked up with anyone. Not that I haven’t given it some thought.

You? Daks tossed the bar rag onto the shelf beneath the counter. Don’t take this wrong, but I don’t see you settling down any time soon.

Tyler swallowed his irritation. He was thirty-six, for god’s sake. Did he have such a reputation as a BDSM player that no one saw him in any other light? Of course, he’d had that same opinion of himself until both of his brothers were lucky enough to find women to settle down with. Now a little knot of jealousy had formed, which he kept trying to dismiss.

But he had to admit that the prospect had begun to appeal to him more and more. With this project in Wyoming taking up so much of his time, he often thought how great it would be to come home to the right kind of woman. Someone who loved him and was as much into the