Dirty & Sweet

By Megan Slayer

Alex Malachi wants a sub, but not just any girl. He needs the right one. The moment he sees Jessie, he knows he’s found the perfect sub. He won’t stop until she’s his.

Jessie Brown’s been in lust with Alex Malachi since she started working at his BDSM club, Indigo. When he requests her services, she can’t refuse. Jessie’s always had a thing for older men, and Alex fits her bill. But when Alex realizes Jessie’s father owes him over a hundred grand, will the offer involve paying the bill with her heart?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Changeling Press
• Release date: Oct 29, 2020

Megan Slayer

Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and BDSM themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been the runner up in the Kink Category at Love Romances Café as well as nominated at the LRC for best author, best contemporary, best ménage and best anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on Amazon.com. When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice.

Book preview

Chapter One

Alex Malachi ran his fingers through his hair and debated his next move. He’d been without a woman for a year now and wanted companionship. Strike that. He wanted a playmate. Someone soft and sensual. Someone who could handle his dark side and still come back for more. Someone who wasn’t interested in giving him shit because of his profession.

Did she exist? Fuck if he knew.

He strode through the Indigo Club to his usual box. Most of the time he wanted privacy at the club. Tonight, he wanted to switch things up. He had a good idea what kind of woman he preferred, but not who.

Dante, his younger brother, stood at the entry of the private box. Here again?

You’re here, too, aren’t you? He didn’t dislike his brother, but of his two brothers, Dante drove him the craziest. So?

What are you trying to do? Bankrupt the family? Dante followed him into the box. Or are you here for a business deal?

If I said deal, you wouldn’t believe me. He sank into his favorite blood-red overstuffed chair. "Why are you here?"

I’m overseeing the goods and the take. Dante sat beside him. This is our highest profit club, and I want to see how I can replicate it over in Worthington Heights. I’m seeing a lot of tits and bare asses, but no sex. Is that what draws them in? The lack of sex? Or is it that the customer thinks he can join and will eventually get a chick to fuck him?

Alex gritted his teeth. His brother lived to make a buck. Alex did, too, but he wasn’t as bold about his intentions. Money made the world go ‘round, but a firm grasp on the club and power helped. Guys come to the club because they want to get their rocks off. They want a fantasy. The girls are hot, the spankings hotter, and there are a bunch of subs dying for a master. That’s what keeps the money rolling in. That and the booze sales. Fuck. He knew damn well they’d get shut down if the Feds found out not everything they sold was strictly legal, but the money was good, and it kept the clients happy.

Besides, what the Feds didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

Dante opened the curtain. There are some real lookers out there tonight. Lots of paying customers, too. I hear there’s one hell of a whipping demo going on later.

So I’m told. He sipped the whiskey left for him and swept his gaze over the girls. None of them caught his fancy. Maybe he’d been to the club too many times. Maybe he didn’t want to meet any of them.

A thin girl strutted across the edge of the main playroom. Her navy-blue pasties glittered as she moved. Her breasts weren’t large, but enough to hold on to during sex. The thong left little to the imagination. She’d pulled her blonde hair up in a ponytail with a blue ribbon. The look screamed wholesome, yet sexy as fuck. His mouth watered. He must’ve missed her when he’d appraised the room. Something about her called to him. He opened his mouth to request her, but realized he wasn’t alone. Dante, blow.

Excuse me? Dante crooked his eyebrow. You’re dismissing me?

Yes. He glared at his brother. Check the stocks of whiskey and champagne behind the bar. See if we’re low.

No. Dante folded his arms. I saw who you were staring at. She’s young.

Go away. He wasn’t good at being nice to his brother, not when Dante didn’t cooperate. He snapped his fingers. Lloyd, the bartender for the private boxes, arrived a moment later.

Sir? Lloyd brought in a tray with a fresh glass of whiskey.

Take Dante back to the bar for a check of the stocks. He accepted the drink and resumed staring at the skinny blonde. She did appear young, but she wouldn’t be working at the Indigo if she were underage.

Dante growled, but followed Lloyd out of the box. Alex relaxed. He did better with women when his brother wasn’t lingering. He strode to the edge of the box and sipped his drink. The moment she strayed over by the box, he’d summon her.

The blonde picked up two empty wine glasses and a bottle. When she strolled up to the box, she stopped short. Sir?

Put those down. I want you. Alex leveled his gaze. Now.

Yes, Sir. She abandoned the glasses and bottle in the nearby bus tub, then wiped her hands on the towel and joined him in the box. Her breasts jiggled with each step, and the pasties caught the light.

Christ, he wanted to touch her.

The blonde clasped her hands together behind her back and met his gaze. How may I help you, Sir?

Sit with me. He settled on the chair and patted his lap. On my knee.

Yes, Sir. She perched on his thigh. May I bring you something?

Not yet. He smoothed his palm over her backside. So soft and ripe for grabbing. How long have you been at Indigo?

Six months. She smiled. Since I turned nineteen.

Ah, good to know she was of age. Your papers are correct?

Yes, Sir. Lloyd checked and double-checked them. She smiled again. Innocence shimmered in her eyes. I’m one of the servers. I haven’t graduated to being a sub yet.

Do you want to? he asked. Be a sub? He wanted to see her lips wrapped around his cock and her looking up at him from under her lashes as he fucked her face. Goddamn, he was dirty man.

I do.

He swatted her ass. So firm. You should be a sub. He rubbed her back, then tugged lightly on her hair. Would she get into having her hair pulled? Or was she into being silent as a sub? He could see her with a gag, too. Nah, he’d rather have his dick in her sweet mouth. Blood rushed to his cock. Maybe he’d have to try her out.

I’d like to belong to someone, she said. When the right Master comes along. When he palmed her breast, she leaned into his touch. She closed her eyes, and a lazy smile curled on her lips. Thank you.

So responsive, too. He had to have her. Now.

Jessie. Rona knocked on the edge of the box. What are you doing? You’re not supposed to be in there.

Jessie opened her eyes and scampered off his lap. I’m sorry, Sir. She darted out of the box, leaving Alex with a fucking hard-on.

Rona glared at him. This isn’t a dating site. She notched her chin, then left him alone with his erection.

He gritted his teeth. Fuck. Her name was Jessie, and he needed her back on his lap -- or in his bed. He gestured to Lloyd again.

Sir? Lloyd kept some distance. May I help you?

Yes. I want Jessie, the blonde working the bar, brought in here as my personal server. Exclusively.

Sir? Lloyd didn’t seem convinced.

I’ll pay the standard rate for her, plus a tip. He waved his hand again. Get her now. Why else was he paying everyone’s wages for than to do as he asked?

Dante joined him again. We have to talk. I heard what you did. Dante stood between Alex and the viewing area. She’s too damn young for you.