Read Rough Draft: Big Easy for Free Online

had spoken to a couple of friends who’d traveled to Eden a year earlier. Both of them kept referring to the magic of the place, the way things that had always seemed cloudy were suddenly in focus—vibrant, crisp, sharp. The man said the trip to Eden had changed their lives completely and that they would never be the same, but Jett had dismissed his overzealous comment. He recalled thinking to himself that perhaps they’d smoked some sort of wacky island weed that had distorted their perspective and left them a little touched in the head.
    But now…he felt it. He understood.
    When she’d looked at the bed in their room after dinner, it had taken every ounce of strength he possessed not to push her down on the mattress and take her then and there. And the truly frightening part was he didn’t think Carissa would have rejected him, wouldn’t have said no.
    Things had taken a weird turn somewhere and it left him wondering what the fuck he was supposed to do now.
    He sighed.
    He wasn’t going to do anything. At least not in this dungeon tonight. And not with a stranger. Dammit.
    The only woman he wanted was upstairs.
    He pushed away from the wall, intent on leaving, when he spotted her.
    Despite the mask, there was no mistaking Carissa’s walk or the self-assured way she stood, almost daring everyone in the room to look at her.
    Her posture and poise screamed Domme…yet her outfit was in direct opposition to her demeanor. She was dressed in a very short mini skirt, stockings and high heels. She wore a revealing, lacy black push-up bra that enhanced her curves and was covered by a sheer white blouse that she’d only buttoned halfway. She was displaying her assets perfectly.
    However, the thing that caught and captured his attention the most was her hair. It was down, hanging loose and wavy. His fingers itched to touch, to tangle, to tug. She was sex incarnate and a quick glance around the room proved he wasn’t the only Dom to notice.
    He needed to act fast before the hounds descended.
    Jett took slow, measured steps toward her, trying to decide his approach. It appeared Carissa had been keeping her own secrets in regards to this trip. She’d clearly packed that outfit knowing she’d be venturing to the dungeon. He grinned. This vacation just kept getting better and better.
    He was only a few feet away when another Dom approached Carissa. The man had pushed his mask off and was leading a woman behind him on a leash. His submissive was crawling on her knees, her head bowed. Jett frowned as he watched the woman struggling to keep up with the Dom. Humiliation wasn’t an unusual thing to observe in the clubs, though it didn’t interest Jett.
    He glanced around to see if the Dom’s behavior was setting off any alarms, but Roan was still with his sub at the St. Andrew’s cross. There were other dungeon masters around the perimeter of the room, their sashes clearly designating their role. None of them reacted to the Dom’s actions, so clearly the play had been negotiated and agreed upon. Roan managed the dungeon very well—upholding the Safe, Sane and Consensual credo. He had explained during the tour that many of the visitors to Eden were new to the scene and they’d come to live out their fantasies. As such, he worked very hard to keep everyone safe.
    The Dom stopped in front of Carissa.
    “Get on your knees,” he demanded.
    Carissa’s spine straightened. No doubt she knew her rights. The man wasn’t her Dom and she certainly didn’t have to obey him.
    However, Jett had witnessed his wildcat tossing more than a few rowdy drunks out of her bar in his lifetime. He decided to step in and guide her through her fantasy. What worked in the Royal Lunch was not going to work in this dungeon.
    Jett was behind her in less than two seconds. He wrapped his arms around her waist, gripping her tightly. “There you are, my love. Standing just as I told you to. You’re such a pretty sub.”
    Carissa stiffened, but didn’t