Sexy Sunday Snippet: Now or Never by Isabelle Drake
Happy New Year! We’re kicking off 2018 with a bit from Now or Never, Book 1 in Isabelle Drake’s sexy Washington DC series, Invitations.
Dressed as a sex slave and hiding behind a mask, Emily arrives at a costume party ready to make a former co-worker pay for not noticing her lush curves.
Emily grabs the opportunity to make a former co-worker she fantasised about before leaving for the US Peace Corps pay for not noticing her lush curves. Her goal—blow his mind with her sex slave seduction and leave him aching for more.
Wearing a borrowed costume and mask, Daniel accepts the offer of a woman eager to show him what she can do with the sheer scarves she’s untying from her waist. His goal—make sure the woman undressing for him knows how incredible she is and understands that he isn’t a one-night-only kind of man.
“I’m not here to waste time,” she whispered.
“What are you here to do?”
“You’re the Master, you tell me.”
Her breasts, her neck, her sweet shoulders—where would he put his mouth first?
While he was musing over that dilemma, a lavender scarf appeared in her hands.
She wrapped it around his forearm, the cool silk caressing the sensitive area on the underside of his wrist. “Give you any ideas?”
Speechless, he nodded, watching as she slipped it away, knotted it around her wrist then handed him an end.
“I have more in my bag.” She swung her small bag playfully, then flattened her palm to her stomach. “And another one holding up my skirt.”
With his free hand, Daniel grabbed the sash around her waist, pulling her to him so she could feel the solid length of his fully erect dick. “You sure we both want the same thing?”
She smiled, curling her fingers over the slippery fabric of his pants and grasping his shaft. “You’re not wasting any time either, are you?”
“Actually,” he said, “I was thinking we were both wasting time standing here playing word games. I have a room at a B and B”—he nodded towards the edge of Gino’s lot—“that way, through the trees.”
Daniel turned, wondering if anyone would see him pulling the harem girl away then question Randall about the catch, but no one was paying any attention to them.
The only people in sight were a giant cactus making a big deal out of trying to hug a woman dressed as an oasis.
He stepped farther into the wooded area, gently tugging the girl away from the crowd, into the darkness swelling among the trees. As they moved from the party, he could hear the light jingling of the bells and the gentle pant of her breath as she hurried to keep up with him.
Sure, Daniel had seen porn where people were tied up but he’d never had any experience with it himself. It had always struck him as one of those scenarios that was fun to watch but wouldn’t really appeal to him in real life. With the silk-wrapped girl trailing behind him, he was beginning to think he’d been very wrong about himself.
He glanced back, and she looked up with a smile that faltered when she stumbled on a cluster of sticks.
He reached for her before she completely lost her footing, only to have her tumble into his arms. Without the use of her left arm, she’d nearly fallen. Working to right herself, she twisted in his arms. His fingers skimmed across the swells of her breasts, the smoothness of her stomach, then the lush curves of her hips.
By the time she’d finally stopped struggling to get her footing, she was pressed against him, breathing hard. He admired the sharp rise and fall of her rib cage. Her jacket had slipped to her elbows and the flimsy fabric of her top had fallen away, revealing one lush, round tit shoved up by the corset.
Instead of shrinking away, or grabbing the front of her shirt to conceal herself, she lifted her free hand to cup her heavy mound and offer it to him, whispering, “Master?”
The need to possess her was familiar, a predictable response to a sexy woman offering herself to him, but it was the single-minded desire to dominate her that caught him off guard and took his breath away. It was as though she already belonged to him. Not in reality, but in his dreams.
“For you,” she said, filling his silence and pushing the gauze away to reveal the other gorgeous breast. “Do whatever you want.”
The shouts and laughter of Gino’s party carried in the fall wind, reminding Daniel that he’d only just met this girl.
Then why did he feel so connected to her, as though he knew her?
She tugged the sash from his grip, shimmying to let her jacket fall to the ground, then wrapped the end around her other wrist. Her bare skin shone in the night, her nipples tightening to stiff points. The temptation to taste them was irresistible.
He covered one nipple with his mouth as he reached around to grasp her hips and pull her to him. She responded instantly, arching back and shoving more of herself into his mouth with a satisfied sigh.
His cock tensed, then throbbed, the tip pulsing with a need that intensified each time she moaned, soft and sexy. The girl was so hot, so ready. He grabbed her ass and squeezed and she purred against him, instantly spreading her legs as though she’d been waiting for his touch.
But her giving in to him wasn’t enough. He needed her to touch him, taste him, to want something from him as well.
With three sharp tugs, he freed her hands and tossed the scrap of fabric to the ground.
Isabelle Drake got her start writing confession stories for pulp magazines like True Confessions and True Love. Since publishing those first few stories she has written in multiple genres, earned and MFA in Creative Writing and became an English & Writing Professor. When away from her keyboard, she watches films, especially classic noir, horror and romance, and reads (of course). An avid traveler, she’ll go just about anywhere–at least once–to meet people and get ideas.
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