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  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Second book in the sizzling Mission Pleasure series…

  Taming Nora

  Scarlett Sanderson

  Mission Pleasure, Book Two

  Nora, a CIA ballistics expert, has recently begun visiting a BDSM club, but with limited experience, she’s afraid to indulge her submissive side—until she sees coworker Alexander St. Clare performing a public display of punishment. Equal parts shocked and inflamed, she flees when Alex notices her, praying it won’t mean an end to her career.

  Sexual Dominant and spy, Alex is surprised to see the pretty agent from his office at Decadence. Even more surprised by Nora’s obvious arousal as she watches him perform. Her reaction ignites something deep inside him, but the dangers of the job mean he can never act on it.

  When an assignment allows them a taste of the forbidden, the intensity between them is off the charts. Amidst the backdrop of a dangerous mission, Alex and Nora discover each might just have what the other has always craved.

  Inside Scoop: Nora enjoys group sex with three Dominant marines and a female sub, spanking, bondage and knife play.

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  TAMING NORA

  Scarlett Sanderson

  Chapter One

  Nora toyed with the crystal stem on the glass of champagne. The frosted coolness proved a stark contrast to the heat raging through her. She was on fire. Her nipples tingled and her pussy ached. Decadence was no ordinary club. Its main patrons were members of the fetish community. Whatever kink you were into, you could find it here and indulge.

  She scanned the club. Bodies flowed together, swayed to the beat on the darkened dance floor. The buzz of the crowd resonated in her veins. She craved the press of bodies and the scent of sex, and heat. But what made her burn were the various sexual scenes enacted around the room in numerous public booths. They ranged from light bondage to full-on hardcore BDSM.

  Nora circled the dance floor and moved past a few scenes. There were people being spanked, a group sex session and some kind of instructional rope-bondage class. One guy was dressed top to toe in latex with only two holes—one for his nostrils and one for his ass. A tall brunette dressed in similar garb inserted a thin metal dildo into the latter lubed hole.

  This was Nora’s third visit to Decadence. She’d always been fascinated with dominance and submission. While other teenage girls had fantasized about bagging and banging the quarterback, she’d been reading The Story of O and books by the Marquis de Sade. She’d written torrid stories in her secret diary about being tied up and taken.

  Despite knowing she was a submissive, the two sexual experiences she’d had in college were pure vanilla. Since then there’d been a few brief dalliances with BDSM but nothing like the scenes at Decadence. A few weeks ago she’d learned a friend of the same age had ovarian cancer. The stark reminder of mortal fragility made her rethink her life choices.

  If she wanted to explore her submissive nature, she’d have to take a leap.

  And that brought her to Decadence.

  Someone tapped on her shoulder. Nora turned and grinned at Master Xander. With a shaved head and sleeves of tattoos, the big, burly Dominant looked like he’d kick ass at twenty yards but he was a real sweetie. On her first night he’d been tending bar. She’d chatted to him most of the evening and found herself opening up about her past sexual experiences, and her desires. His easygoing nature had soothed some of her apprehension. On her second visit he’d offered to give her a light spanking. She’d agreed and he’d treated her with respect and care. They’d chosen one of the private booths and he’d used his hand before switching to a paddle.

  Although the experience had turned her on, she’d found it more educational than sexual. Master Xander was attractive but he didn’t do it for her. She was looking for a deeper connection. Someone her mind could connect with. Someone she could explore the psychological side with.

  “Hi, Nora. How ya doing?” Xander leaned down and kissed her cheek. The brush of his goatee tickled her skin.

  “Good, thanks. How about you? Not working tonight?” She chugged back some champagne. It felt good to have company. Sometimes she wished she could bring a girlfriend for moral support but none of her friends knew about her kinky side.

  “Nope. Night off.” He shrugged one hefty shoulder. “Thought I’d come see what was happening. I didn’t scare you away the other night?”

  The genuine concern made her laugh. Rather than frighten her, his spanking merely whet her voracious appetite. “Definitely not.”

  Xander pointed at her orange wristband. “But you’re not looking for play tonight?”

  Decadence ran a color-coded wristband system. Red indicated you were taken and not looking for play. Green meant you were available. Orange landed in the middle— not actively looking but you could be persuaded.

  She shook her wrist and the band wiggled up and down. “Maybe. Not sure.” Hopefully he didn’t think it was his fault. “The last time I wore green, I spent most of the evening shooting down horny Doms.” And a few Dommes.

  “I get it. Pretty submissives always get a lot of attention.” He winked before his interest snapped to a petite brunette in a figure-hugging PVC dress. She walked past and batted her eyelashes at him before wiggling her green wristband.

  Xander responded with an “Urrmmm…”

  Nora pushed him toward Miss PVC. “Go. Go on. Don’t miss out on that.” Even she appreciated the woman’s voluptuous curves.

  “Catch you later, Nora.” With a swift farewell he was gone, stalking through the crowd after his prey.

  She was happy Master Xander had found a pretty playmate. She enjoyed his company but she didn’t need a bodyguard. It wasn’t as though she was looking for anything serious. Decadence provided her with the perfect place to indulge her fantasies until she found what she was looking for. Right now she was enjoying the ride.

  As a ballistics analyst for the CIA, she had to be careful who she let into her life. Although her job was no more exciting than that of a civilian analyst, Nora was still conscious of letting strangers into her bed. She’d heard stories of agents being duped by lovers. The only way to be certain a guy wasn’t trying to get into her pants for some form of information was to leave the CIA. And she loved her job too much.

  Moving on, she flitted around the public booths. She stopped to admire a couple— the guy’s body dripped with piercings while the female’s skin was unmarked. She was strapped to a chair and the guy pierced her nipples. The woman threw her head back and her mouth hung open in rapture. Nora could see her pussy lips glistening.

  Her own pussy clenched in response. What would it be like to have a Dominant claiming ownership so permanently? To mark her body? She couldn’t swallow as her mouth went dry. She’d love to find out. Hopefully as her courage built, she’d be able to find that here.

  Nora drifted away and on to the next scene. She froze, rooted to the spot. A tall man flogged a woman bound to a whipping post. Her feet were clamped apart with a spreader bar, hands bound above her head, and a blindfold covered her eyes. She was naked and her breasts jutted proudly. The dusky nipples hard and blushing from the fronds of the flogger.

  It was the man who captivated Nora’s at
tention. Over six feet tall, he wore nothing but faded denim jeans. Although the zipper was closed, the top button was tantalizingly undone. His chest and feet were bare. His short dirty-blond hair tousled as though he’d been raking a hand through it. He raised the flogger and Nora watched the muscles in his arm bunch and flex. The man was ripped. She usually hated men with perfectly smooth chests, but he was different. The sculpted torso had defined abs that she wanted to run her tongue over. She could see a fine dusting of light hair trailing into his pants, leading to an impressive bulge at his crotch that had her clenching the barrier rail.

  The flogger connected with the woman’s skin and she screamed. Nora nearly came in her panties.

  He was beautiful. Raw power leashed in a primal body.

  When he paused and looked over his shoulder, ice-blue eyes connected with hers. His gaze penetrated deep into her soul, stripped her open and bare. Heat seared her skin and electricity sizzled in the air between them.

  Recognition dawned. She knew him.

  Fear and embarrassment replaced her lust.

  Alexander St. Clare.

  He was a spy and he worked for the CIA.

  Just like her.

  No one at the agency knew about her extracurricular activities and she wanted to keep it that way.

  Breaking eye contact, Nora turned away and pushed through the crowd. She prayed Alexander St. Clare didn’t recognize her.

  Alex stared after the pretty brunette and grinned. He knew she was employed by the agency. Nora something. An analyst of some kind.

  They’d never worked together but he’d seen her around. He’d watched her watching him with obvious lust. In those brief moments, he’d seen something inside her. A need waiting to be brought to the surface. A deep submissive desire.

  Poor little kitten. She must be a new submissive. Not everyone was as open about their kinks as he was. He’d been a Dominant for years. He didn’t hide his tastes and the agency knew what he was. They’d even used it in a few of his cover stories.

  “Sir?”

  His play partner’s breathy and aroused tone snapped his attention back to the scene. The damn analyst had made him lose his rhythm. He hadn’t done that for a while.

  He finished working her over with the flogger, whispering dark fantasies in her ear until she was quivering and sweaty. The submissive in front of him was a masochist. She enjoyed intense pain but was scared of letting herself trust enough to experience it.

  Subs came to him to break through their barriers. He had a reputation for providing a thrilling psychological experience. When he dominated subs, he used his training as a spook to invoke the deeper side of submission. To dig deeply into their psyches and draw out their desires. He knew exactly what they needed from reading their body language and facial expressions. Then he got inside their heads to bring them ultimate pleasure.

  The woman had sidled up to him earlier in the evening and begged to be topped. He’d not really used any pain, not to the level she usually needed to come, but he’d mind-fucked her into orgasm.

  Not all subs came to him needing help. He wasn’t some kind of sub whisperer. Sometimes it was purely for a physical release.

  He kissed her forehead and said, “You did well, pet.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  He motioned for one of the staff to take over the aftercare. As he made his way toward a private booth, he acknowledged a few people he recognized—old play partners, a few acquaintances. When he wasn’t on assignment, he enjoyed all the pleasures Decadence offered. It was the closest thing he got to a regular club.

  Alex slipped into a booth and took a long pull on the whiskey placed in front of him. The alcohol coated his stomach and soothed some of the thirst he’d built up. “Needed that.”

  Two men and a woman sat in the booth with him. He’d been in the Marines with Joshua Quinn and Sebastien Berkley, and they were still his best friends. They’d formed a deep friendship during their time in the forces, cemented by the fact they were all Dominants. After leaving the Marines, they’d taken separate career paths—Joshua into defense contracting, which had made them all a small fortune; Bastien into cooking. The beautiful redhead was Ruby Romano, Joshua’s submissive and wife-to-be.

  Bastien threw a towel and a t-shirt at him. “Can you cover up that chest? I think I’m about to go blind.”

  Ruby laughed. “Aww, come on. He’s an excellent specimen of masculinity.” The comment earned her a stern look from Joshua and she added, “But nowhere near as hunky as my Master.”

  Alex loved seeing them together. It warmed the cynic in him. Their relationship had been touch and go for a while, until Alex and Bastien helped Joshua claim Ruby. Now they were planning an engagement party.

  The look of longing and lust on Nora’s face popped into his mind. Would she enjoy being claimed by all three of them?

  “Thanks for the compliment, sweet Ruby.” In a grand gesture, he captured her hand and placed a smacker on her palm, trying to shake thoughts of Nora.

  He toweled off and pulled a white shirt over his head. Nudity didn’t bother him in the right circumstance but drinking with your buddies wasn’t one of them.

  “The sub whisperer strikes again,” said Joshua as he motioned to the woman Alex had topped.

  Alex flipped him off before rubbing the back of his neck to ease some of the tension. Although he’d made sure the woman enjoyed herself, he was still hard as a rock. The pretty analyst had thrown him off his game. And now he couldn’t get her out of his head. Fucking perfect.

  “Are you ever going to take one for more than a night?” Ruby asked as she snuggled into Joshua.

  Alex admired his friend’s courage at taking a permanent sub and a wife. Although he’d thought about it a few times, realistically he knew it was impossible. Living life as a spy meant being on constant assignment. He was rarely home. His lifestyle wasn’t conducive to caring for a submissive or a wife.

  A vivid image of Nora preparing him dinner and dressed solely in high heels wheedled its way into his brain.

  Jesus, he needed to cut this shit out.

  “Alex? Hello, 007?”

  Bastien snapped two fingers in his face and Alex batted them away. He hated the nickname they’d given him when he joined the agency. “Fuck you, asshole. I’m cooler than Bond.”

  Bastien just smirked and said, “Yeah, yeah. So are you gonna answer Ruby’s question? You ever settling down?”

  “What is this? An interrogation? Just because Joshua got over his heebie-jeebies about commitment doesn’t mean we have to. You got any desire to find a woman, Bastien?”

  “As a matter of fact, yeah, I do. Watching these two,” Bastien pointed at Ruby and Joshua, “makes me think it’s about time.”

  Alex scrubbed a hand over his face, giving himself a moment to think about his answer. They were all getting old. He remembered when it was all about the kink, when all that mattered was giving and receiving pleasure. Now it was about finding “the one”. The pressure was like an iron fist in his gut.

  He swallowed the last of his whiskey. “Not for me. You really think I can have a full-time submissive? I’m out of the country undercover for nine months out of the year. I have about a million people who would love to put a hit on my ass. Definitely not a good idea. I’m fine as I am.”

  Three pairs of eyes raised their eyebrows as though they didn’t believe his BS. Problem with being friends for such a long time—they knew you better than you knew yourself.

  He slashed a hand in the air, indicating he’d take no more shit on the subject. “End of.” He moved to more solid ground. “How are the engagement plans coming along?”

  Ruby practically glowed and launched into chatter about the number of bridezillas she’d met.

  Alex settled back and tuned out. The evening had definitely not gone as planned. He’d lost focus in a scene, been bowled over by a pretty brunette he barely knew and gotten grilled about finding a submissive.