Jo Davis - I Spy a Naughty Game

To Roberta Brown, my fabulous agent, cheerleader, and friend. You were the first industry professional who truly believed, who said to me not just You can, but You will! and then helped me make it happen. Your faith, hard work, and positive attitude continue to make all the difference to me. Heres to many more years of toasting our success together.

As always, thank you to my husband and wonderful teenagers for your support and understanding when I spend way too many hours in front of the computer. Im not playing Minesweeper I swear!

Thank you to my fabulous editor, Tracy Bernstein, for being my biggest fan and mentor. You keep this train on the track, and Im forever grateful.

And always to my Foxes, without whom life would be very lonely and dull indeed. I love you guys.

Blaze Kelly wound through the press of writhing, sweaty bodies. A sea of weekend players wearing enough fucking leather to upholster a fleet of 57 Chevys. The smarter ones were barely dressed at all less to peel off when the mercury shot out of control.

Some were on their knees, eagerly fulfilling the desires of their masters or mistresses. A few of those masters wielded floggers or belts, the slap on supple flesh rewarded by groans of pleasure.

A few sipped drinks at their tables and engaged in lively conversation with other Doms or Dommes, if female completely ignoring the devoted slaves kneeling at their feet, as was their right.

Every single one craved the rigid structure of the lifestyle, the rules that dictated every nuance of existence here, and Domination /submission was only a part of that structure. All were here to escape, just for a blessed slice of time, the stark reality that overwhelmed their world outside these safe walls.

Like me.

This place made sense when the rest of his personal life had gone to hell and burned. He hadnt been able to get here fast enough, was desperate to find his center again. To reach for the calm and certainty, the inner power, that made him a master, caused a willing sub to tremble under his touch.

Then hed lose himself, connect with one who understood him as much as she understood herself. Or himself. Male or female the subs physical form hardly mattered.

And hed forget all about his heart, left broken and bleeding at Emmas feet. He would.

I cant do this, Blaze. I dont belong in your world, and youd never be satisfied in mine.

She was wrong about the first point, just too afraid to venture past her boundaries. And she was painfully correct about the second.

Its who I am. Please, baby, give me us a chance.

No, its not who you are! Its just a perverted game, and if we meant that much, you could walk away!

Youd ask that of me? To give up a part of my soul?

Hell, yes! You asked me to compromise mine!

Impasse. Such a formidable, incredible woman, yet her fear of the unknown and the misunderstood was a twenty-foot steel wall between them.

And in the end shed stormed out of his house, tossed him aside like a bag of garbage. At least he hadnt broken down, not in front of her and not in the couple of days since.

No, the tears were locked on the inside. Always. Like razor blades scoring his gut.

Blaze mentally shook himself and vowed to move on. This was his world, and hed be fucked sideways if hed let any woman castrate him. In the corner, he spotted Ryan and his new sub-in-training, Caitlin, just the couple he needed to help him accomplish his goal. Spotting Blaze, Ryan waved him over with a grin.

My man! Whats up? Ryan clapped him on the back, gave him a once-over. Shit, you look like somebody died, my friend.

Close enough. Good to see you, Ry. His greeting lacked his usual outgoing, drunk-on-life verve, and his normally easy smile fell short of the mark. Damn.

Care to talk about it? His friend flicked a glance to the stunning brunette kneeling at his feet. In private?

Nope. Im here for less talk and more action, like the song says.

Ryan brightened, taking the reins. Thats my boy. And lucky you Ive got just the right medicine. Lovingly, he stroked his slaves hair, his gaze betraying the depth of his feelings for her. Devotion she couldnt see because her eyes were fixed on the floor in deference to her master.

Caitlins training is progressing nicely, and I think shes ready to take two Doms if youre willing to help me push her to the next level.

Blaze studied the woman, a Bond girl look-alike if hed ever seen one, typical of Ryans taste. Long tousled dark hair, a rack worthy of a Penthouse model, legs like a goddess. Too showy, not his preferred type.

But he appreciated beauty, and no one could argue that Rys sub wasnt a looker. She was also excited, if the hitch in her breathing and the tightening of her rosy nipples peeking over the leather halfbra were any indication. Responsive, ready to please her master.

Not that kind of action. Im not in the mood to play tonight, Ry. I just needed to get out, be among people. Maybe have a drink and watch a scene.

Blazes cock came slowly to life, lengthening in his leather pants, making a big liar out of him.

Bullshit, Ryan scoffed. Youre not a languish-on-the-sidelines kind of guy. What gives? Its that chick youve been seeing. Emma, right?

Lets drop it.

Ryan rolled his eyes, ignoring the warning in his voice. I knew it. Damn, for a woman whos got the butch vibe down to perfection, Emmas so vanilla, she makes my sainted granny seem like a ten-dollar hooker. What do you see in her?

Youve only met Emma once, so your conclusions are hardly accurate or fair. Not another word about her, my friend, or youll be eating soup through a straw for the next six weeks.

And youll smile cheerfully while bashing in my face, Ryan said, unfazed. Youre a crazy sonofabitch, you know that?

So Ive heard. This was Rys way of backing off the subject, and Blaze began to relax.

Then theres no reason for you to sit here like a whipped puppy. Come on. His friend scooted out from behind the table and tapped his subs shoulder.

Where to? Blaze asked.

Do you really have to ask?

He supposed not. His blood fired as he rose and accompanied Ryan to the back, down a hallway to one of the private rooms used for scenes, the sub following close behind. Once they were inside, he closed the door and removed his jacket, draped it over the back of a nearby chair, and waited. This was Ryans show.

His friend wasted no time in preparing her. Remove your clothes.

Shooting Blaze a nervous glance, she did, starting with the tiny leather bra. She unhooked the garment, slid it off her shoulders, and allowed the scrap to fall to the floor. Her breasts were full and high, a bit too perfectly symmetrical. Perhaps surgically enhanced, Blaze mused, but nice.

Her skirt went next, revealing nothing underneath but toned bare skin. The patch between her thighs was trimmed into a neat triangle, and Blaze could only imagine the soft, wet heat at its center. His cock surged, demanding to know for certain. She stood still, eyes downcast, theirs for the taking.

Ryan moved behind her, ran his palms up her sides to her breasts. Pinched and rolled her nipples, evoking a gasp from his lovely sub. Spread your legs, my love.

As she complied, her master slid one hand down her flat stomach to the dark triangle. Parted her pussy lips and delved his fingers into her, caressing. So hot and wet for me and Blaze, arent you, pet?

Yes, master, she agreed in a husky voice, leaning back into Ryan.

Youre going to do as I say, and as a reward, well make you fly. Understand?

Oh, yes, sir! She opened for him a bit more, melting in his hands.