Wide Open, a Dirty Standalone

By Fiona Masters

Mistress Chloe is back in New York and there to show the Club how it's done.

-Here's a taste:

“Well, then,” I pulled him to my lips again and resumed kissing. His body was warm and felt so good in the cold night. I unbuttoned his coat, stepped into it, and wrapped my arms around him, while we kissed. He was hard, so I slipped my right hand into the back of his jeans and grabbed his ass.

“Jesus, cold hand!”

I giggled, “Oops. Hey, where’d he go?”

“He is not a fan of cold hands.”

“What about warm mouths?”

He growled, “Don’t tease me now.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fiona Masters
• Release date: Sep 29, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005679101

Fiona Masters

Fiona Masters is a librarian by day and a smut writer by night.

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Wide Open

By

Fiona Masters

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter One

JFK was just as loud and ludicrous as I recalled. In the chaos of the airport, I spotted my ride. Tom looked damn good, when I found him in the terminal: head to toe in black, save for the gray sweater under his heavy coat. His head was shaved bald and his ears were gaged. I knew from our previous encounters that he was coated in various black and gray tattoos. He smirked, Well, hello, Pretty Thing.

Hello, Tom.

He looked me over, You warm enough in that? It’s 24 and snowing.

As long as we get to your car fast, I should be fine.

He didn’t budge, just kept looking at my legs.

What’s wrong?

His Master voice growled, I like your tights.

I giggled, Thanks. Are we getting my luggage, or are you going to stare at my tights all day?

He cleared his throat, then said, Um, yes, we should get going.

On our way, I asked, Would you happen to have a lingerie fetish?

His voice was considered and constricted when he answered, Not really.

What then?

Your tights are nice, that’s all. He was an awful liar. When I bent in front of him to pick up my bag, I would have sworn I heard his growl over the airport din. It made my body flex in response to his desire for me. Let me get that for you, he snatched my bag away before I could object.

You’re being odd, what’s up?

Nothing. He waited until we were in the car, then asked, I know this is none of my business, but when has that ever stopped me before, why come back here?

To the Club?

Yes.

I need to finish the Head Office Report.

He laughed, I can think of at least four people who are not you, who Dana would trust to do it. Maybe five. So, who choose to do it yourself?

Those five other people are not me.

And you’re God’s gift to Reports?

I smiled, Something like that.

Seriously, Pretty Thing.

What are you driving at?

He sighed, Since I’ve known you, we’ve seen each other on your turf, and you are your usual self: spitefully flirtatious and really fucking hot. We banter, you tease, and that’s where we leave it. Now, you’re here. Where you went some traumatic shit. Being kidnapped is nothing to take lightly.

I had no intention to discuss all that I went through. And?

I don’t want to say this the wrong way, so understand that for once, I am not trying to offend you, but: Are you going to be yourself around me, or do I need to be careful with you here?

I had no words for a minute. Tom, I never thought you’d make me speechless without touching me.

He laughed, Just imagine if I touched you.

I giggled, That’s the Tom I know and abhor, please be yourself with me, okay? Anything else would freak me out.

"It’s just…If I ever get you in bed, I want