Excerpt (unedited) ... Lick of Darkness

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“It’s not going to work, Mom,” I warned. “Those intense blue eyes might work on others, but your disappointment in me isn’t going to make me fall all over you and Dad to do what I absolutely loathe.”

“Why do hate these events so much, Roz? You’re a beautiful young lady---maybe you’ll meet a potential suitor?” she asked hopefully and I laughed.

“Suitor?” I questioned with a raised brow, trying to stop my laughing.

“Boyfriend, fuck buddy,” Mom responded and shocked the shit out of me so much, my jaw hung open. “You know what I mean.”

“What makes you think I haven’t already got a fuck buddy, Mom?”

She frowned, ready to berate me for using those words, and my brow rose even higher. If she can use the term, so can I.

“Maxwell?” Mom asked curiously, and I nearly gagged.

“NO...,” I quickly replied, screwing my nose up in distaste.

Maxwell was good for some things, but definitely not a fuck buddy---not for me. Amber was welcome to him---she seems to have the hots for him…but he was my toy for the time being. And Amber was William’s plaything of the month, anyway.

I seriously doubted Max will be able to give Amber what she so obviously needs. He’s just not the dominating type…he lacks a certain element, a commanding savior-faire---Which is why he was chosen for me by the majority of the association in the beginning.

And boy is he going to pay for being so careless in displaying those fucking rope burns for his mother to see them. That’s going to cost him dearly.

The association agreed to weekly meetings. I was going to have to put Max’s punishment on the backburner until the next scheduled meet. But that didn’t mean I have to wait to let him know he’d earned it.

With a loud sigh, Mother brought my attention back to focus on the present, and away from ways I was going to make Max pay for his indiscretion.

“You know it is afternoon, right?” she inquired with a smirk, and I shrugged indifferently.

“I don’t have to be anywhere.”

“I think it’s high time you got up,” she retorted with a good natured grin and rose from the end of my bed. “Sonya will be here in a minute,” she mused, informing me her personal stylist’s arrival was imminent. “I’m going to take a shower before she gets here.”

Once Mom left my room, closing my doors behind her, I rolled to the side of the bed and snatched up my cell phone. When Max’s name came up on the screen, I sent him a cryptic message, but one he’d understand in a heartbeat.

When all twenty of us formed the association, we came up with a unique code. It guaranteed we didn’t get caught, and if there was a possibility of that happening, none of our texts could be insinuated to mean anything other than “normal” conversation.

“I’ll be riding hard next weekend. Shalimar has gotten lazy lately, and I’m going to have to use my crop. You want to come?”

Narrowing my eyes, I watched “delivered” come up on the screen, and knew he received my text. Oh, I’m certainly going to be riding you hard this weekend, Max. And you’re finally going to get a taste of my crop---as for cumming? You’ll be lucky if I permit you to cum at all for the next month!

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