Authors: Morgan Ashbury
Brazen Seduction
BRAZEN SEDUCTION
Morgan Ashbury
MENAGE AMOUR
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BRAZEN SEDUCTION
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This one’s for the other girls of the Four Girl Challenge. You know who you are. Do you know I couldn’t do without every single one of you?
BRAZEN SEDUCTION
MORGAN ASHBURY
Copyright © 2010
Molly Durant had a plan.
She was about to put it into action, and the resulting excitement sped her heart and slicked her sex.
As she turned and looked at herself in the full length mirror, Molly experienced a fleeting sense of unreality. The sensation left as quickly as it came.
She inhaled deeply and then shook her head. Her naturally curly red hair, shoulder length and, for this occasion, completely unrestrained, created a halo effect around her face. The fluorescent lights in the ceiling added to that halo mystique by painting silver on the tips of the wild strands.
Molly laughed, her nerves dissipating.
Me with a halo? Not likely
.
She felt excited in a positive way, and despite that the evening
could
get her into a lot of trouble if things didn’t go according to her plan, no fear dwelled in her heart or her mind.
From beyond the closed door, the heavy beat of rock music pulsed into the air. Molly didn’t let herself think about how many patrons would be crowded into the trendy and always busy night spot, Reckless Abandon, tonight. She didn’t let herself think of anything but the reason she was there, shut away in a small dressing room, alone.
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Tonight would be the most important night of her life. Her plan would work out, just the way she dreamt it would for so very long.
She focused her attention back on her costume for the evening.
The black leather merry widow cost a small fortune, coming as it did via special order from overseas.
Zippered from the top at the very edge of her breasts all the way down to just above her pussy in the front, it featured slits held together with laces at the top of her thighs. The back of the garment displayed corset-like lacing as well, with one notable difference.
Where a corset’s laces could be pulled together as tightly as possible so that the edges of the fabric would meet, this garment’s lacings displayed a wide band of Molly’s flesh all the way down to her hips.
All of the tightening for the garment happened in the front, with the zipper. She’d had to lie down on the floor to get that sucker all the way up.
The crotch, leather lined with cotton, just barely covered her slit in front, and tapered to a thong-like thin strip in back. The merry widow fit so well, anyone who looked would know immediately that she’d shaved more than just the standard bikini line. Four garters, one front and back on each leg, ensured her lace-topped sheer black stockings stayed up.
She’d ordered her regular size and, as she’d hoped, the merry widow fit very snugly. Almost, but not quite, too snugly. She let her gaze rest on the white mounds pushed above the top of the leather.
Her breasts, described fondly by some under normal circumstances as
“generous”, encased in the black leather moved into the category of
“downright magnanimous.” The waist of the merry widow pinched in, and the entire effect looked hot.
Her shoes, four inch stilettos, also black, made her feel tall and powerful. She saved such killer heels for special occasions, and really, could anything be more special than tonight? The added height increased her confidence, showcased her legs, which she personally
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thought of as her second best asset, and made her naked except for the strip of her thong ass stick out just that much more.
The only accessory she felt her outfit lacked was a collar. But as Marcus Jones reminded her, she could not provide that collar for herself. Such an accessory would have to come courtesy of Richard Grant, the man she hoped would become her master.
If
he claimed her as his sub.
He
has
to bid on me and win me. My future happiness depends on
it
.
Molly met her own gaze in the mirror. She’d come up with a lot of what her family affectionately called “harebrained” schemes in her life to date. What happened tonight, some day in the future, would either be referred to as her crowning achievement or her own personal flaming Waterloo. It all depended on the outcome.
Two taps on the door pulled Molly out of her thoughts. “Come in.”
Marcus stepped into the room, closing the door softly behind him.
His gaze immediately fastened on her outfit. Molly fought down the tiny spurt of embarrassment she felt gathering within her. The looks she would get in a few minutes when she stood before the assembled members of the club would be a hell of a lot more intrusive, bordering on lurid, than the one Marcus gave her now.
When he used his index finger in a circular motion, she dutifully turned around to show him the back of her outfit.
“Richard will choke when he sees you. For that matter, so will Alan. You’re sure you want to do this?”
“I’ve never been more certain of anything in my entire life.” It came as no surprise to her Marcus would ask that. A more caring and nurturing man she’d never met. If he didn’t know her desperation and understand the longing in her heart, he would never have agreed to help her. She knew that. And because those two traits were so predominant in him, she expected the question he asked next.
“What are you going to do if someone else wins you, Molly?”
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“I’ve thought about that. I know I have a bit of a reputation for leaping before I look, at times. A curse, I’ve been told, of my red hair.
But I did consider that possibility.” How could she not, really? She paused and knew embarrassment showed on her face. Sharing personal information didn’t come easily, neither did she do so often.
But Marcus had gone out on a limb for her, and he deserved her complete honesty. “The thing is, when I read those books you gave me about the D/s lifestyle, I got turned on.
Really
turned on. Of course, I’m here for one reason and one reason only. But if I fail to get Richard to notice and move on me, then I really have nothing to lose, exploring this side of my nature—a side I didn’t even fully understand existed until recently.”
The door opened again, no knock this time. But then, this man would never seek permission to do any damn thing he wanted to do.
Especially here in Reckless Abandon.
He owned the place.
“My God. Richard and Alan are both going to choke when they see you.”
Molly grinned. “That’s what Marcus said.” Jordan Fitzpatrick shot the other man a look Molly couldn’t read.
“Turn around.” A command, not a request, as the Dom in Jordan came to the fore.
Molly complied. A shiver raced down her spine when she felt the heat of Jordan’s body come close to her.
“Are you ready for what will happen in the next few minutes? Are you prepared to obey whoever becomes your master? To willingly submit to whatever you are commanded to do?” Molly shivered again, the menace in Jordan’s voice touching a chord deep inside her, a part of her newly awakened in these last few weeks as she’d studied and learned and yearned. She would show him by her words that she understood completely.
“Yes, Master Jordan.”
Jordan grunted as he stepped back. “Face me.”
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When she met his gaze, he shook his head slowly. “Richard has always thought of you as a child. He may have my head for this—and I don’t even want to
think
about what Michael would say if he knew.” Molly wanted to grin, but listened to her feminine instincts and didn’t. Jordan became a fast friend of Richard and her brother, Michael, many years before when he’d relocated here from Los Angeles. She put Jordan in a difficult position by asking Marcus for help. She wouldn’t make light of that now.
Then, ten years ago, Michael moved to Wyoming after marrying Janice—but not before he’d given Richard the task of watching over his baby sister. Molly didn’t want Richard to watch over her nearly as much as she wanted him to lay on top her. And in her.