That was the only word Jax Schroyer could think of to describe her. The minute he’d laid eyes on Risa Channing he knew he was in trouble. Based on her request, he’d expected a sub with a hard edge, submissive yet always wanting more. Edgier. He couldn’t have been more off base. Ruelas had said she would prove to be an excellent sub. That she had come recommended and that he’d find her pleasing. Pleasing, for God’s sake! That was kind of like saying a pussy was wet. And speaking of wet, Risa Channing was a walking wet dream. He guessed her height at five-foot-four, but the sexy stiletto heels added another three inches. Lustrous auburn hair fell in waves to her shoulders and was matched by the narrow strip of carefully trimmed curls at the lips of her cunt. Her ass, now sweetly striped with the marks of the cane, curved gently down to her thighs and he wanted to sink his fingers into it. Her breasts, while not large, were still full and tipped with dusky nipples.
