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Sexy Sunday Snippet: Her Sir by Megan Slayer

13 May

It’s Sunday and that means we’re here with a sexy Sunday snippet. This week we have a yummy bit from Megan Slayer’s Her Sir.
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Blurb:

There’s only one man for Andi—her Sir.

Andi McCarron knew the moment she met Sir’s gaze, he’d change her life forever. Despite other Doms wanting her as their sub, she only submits to him because he knows how to make her skin tingle. The pain delivered from his crop makes her spirit sing. She needs Sir but she wants more—except he’s not interested in taking the relationship outside of the club. What’s a girl to do when the man of her dreams, the one wielding the crop, won’t leave the club?

Dean Meyer craves his sweet sub, Andi. She fills his dreams and fantasies, but she wants a relationship. He’s not sure she can handle both his demons and secrets. Still, he can’t deny the attraction to her. When fate throws them together, he has to make a choice—give his sub what she needs or let her go for good.

Excerpt:

“You control everything,” she blurted. Her cheeks reddened, and she bowed her head.

“Sorry. But you do.”

“Actually, you do. When we play, you’re the one in control. You say stop or slow, and I follow. I push you, but you tell me when you’re done. I’ll encourage you to stretch your boundaries, but only because I want to make you fly.” He pushed the cooling coffee to the side. “If you say no, then I respect your decision.”

“You expect me to kneel.” She flattened her palms on the table. “Like that last time.”

“I wanted to show off my beautiful woman. If you’d have said no before we left the private area, I would’ve stayed out of the main room.” He leveled his gaze at her. “I expect a partner. You were my best partner.” He hadn’t taught her very well if she thought she was second rate. When they played again—and they would be—he’d show her what he meant.

“You have one. A partner. I saw the demonstration,” she said. “You replaced me.”

“Slow down.” He hadn’t known she was at the club when he’d done the demonstration or he would’ve plucked her from the audience. “Which demo?”

“There’s more than one?”

“I don’t have a permanent sub, so I’m expected to do demonstrations for visitors, for the videos … for people who want to play the voyeur. That’s part of my job at the club.” Not his favorite part and he couldn’t wait to pass the torch to someone else, but he’d tell her that later. She managed to aggravate him like no other. He wanted to stretch her ass across his lap and spank the sass out of her. Then he wanted to kiss her until she collapsed. He wasn’t one to settle down, but she made him think twice. In her own way, she’d broken him.

“I thought we had something.” She turned her cup around. “Now I understand I was just another client.”

“I never said that. Never thought it,” he said. She’d been special from the start. He loved the way she felt in his arms, the way she moaned during a scene, the flicker in her eyes just before she came…

“Then why replace me? Why not tell me how you felt?” she asked. “Or have you come to this realization now that we’re not at the club?”

“First, I didn’t replace you. I don’t have any one sub I play with. The girls in the video are one and done. No sex, just demonstration and go. I haven’t found anyone who can fill your place. I’ve had a couple offers, but they aren’t you.” They shouldn’t be having this conversation in public, but she needed reassurance. “Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?”

©2018 Megan Slayer, All Rights Reserved

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Her Sir is out now. Get your copy from Evernight Publishing,  Amazon, or hit the Universal link for other e-oulets.

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Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice. Find out more about Megan (and Wendi) and check out her Blog or Facebook Fan Page.

Sexy Sunday Snippet: Make Me Blush by Isabelle Drake

6 May

Happy hot Sunday! This week we have a bit from one of the three stories tucked inside Make Me Blush by Isabelle Drake, a beach read anthology just in time for the summer.

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Blurb:

Three men: risking everything for the women they love…
The result: three stories of wild, over-the-top sexy satisfaction and three happily-ever-afters.

Pink Lace
Edward knows his wife wants more than his usual brand of gentle lovemaking, so he signs a contract with Winona, a woman who creates custom sexual experiences. He expects a simple lesson in seduction, something to spark Kelly’s interest, but as he settles in front of newly installed video monitors he realizes he’s been neglecting his wife’s beautiful wild side.

Pink Bow
In a luxurious house on the beach, where couples gather to privately enjoy a taste of sexual freedom, Abby’s about to experience the hottest gift a husband can give.

Wicked Pink
If Matthew knew how intensely Tara, his gorgeous raven-haired wife, loves him, he might not deliver her into the arms of his best friend, Dan. Dan thought he’d left behind his life filled with whips and exotic tools. But when given a chance to put his talents to use, he realizes that knowing how to unleash a woman’s wicked side has advantages.

Excerpt from Pink Bow:

Troy and I got married six months ago, so it won’t surprise you to know we have a lot of sex. But there’s one night each week that’s extra-special—every Thursday we play Scrabble first.

I know when I say it like that it sounds really boring, but trust me—it isn’t. Troy’s dick is always hard throughout the entire game and he really knows how to make me beg for what I actually want. I’ll be sitting across the board from him, watching his long fingers put the tiles in place, wondering how he’s going to make me come later. By the time the game is over, I’m on fire with anticipation.

But one Thursday night, about three months ago, instead of pulling the Scrabble board out from under the bed, he led me to the closet and told me to put on my shortest skirt and highest heels and left the room. I made a joke out it and put on a pair of rhinestone stripper heels a friend had given me to wear for my bachelorette party. Then I slipped into a tiny slip-on skirt I bought on clearance but never wore. No top. No panties.

He didn’t laugh when I marched out into our small living room, jiggled my boobs and then spun around to show him my bare ass. He looked me up and down from where he was sitting on the couch and said, totally straight-faced, “The no-panties idea is perfect, but you better go ahead and put a shirt on or I’m going to fuck you, right here, right now. Then you’d never get to see what I have planned for you.” Then he looked away and added, “So hurry up and get ready so we can go.”

“Where’re we going?”

He didn’t look at me. He just gestured to the hall that led to our bedroom.

“Should I wear t-shirt? Or a nice blouse?” I asked, stepping backward toward our bedroom.

He got up and folded his arms across his chest. “Wear the sluttiest top you can come up with.”

That got my attention. Not him using the word “sluttiest”. I’m used to that because he calls me “slut” all the time. And for good reason—I can’t get enough. However and whenever he wants to fuck me, I’m ready. Sometimes I think I’ll never, ever get enough sex. Before Troy and I got married, I was pretty wild. But I was doing a good job of keeping my unusually intense sex drive a secret from my husband. At least I thought I was. It was on that Thursday night that I learned he’d known the truth about me for a while.

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Make Me Blush is out now. Get your Kindle ebook or paperback today from Amazon.

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Isabelle Drake ignores the advice that it’s best to stick to one genre. Her next book, out May 3, Servant of the Undead, is erotic horror .

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Sexy Sunday Snippet: Switching Places by Morticia Knight

11 Mar

You are in for a treat! This Sunday we have a bit from Switching Places, Book 8 in Morticia Knight’s Kiss of Leather Series.

Kiss of Leather Series:

Kiss of Leather is the pet project of close friends and Doms, Gavin, Derek and Josh. As business partners, they envision the gay BDSM club to be the premiere destination for both demonstrations and play in not only Los Angeles, but the entire country. Designed to attract the most elite of players, Kiss of Leather is built from the ground up to their exact specifications.

Take a peek behind the gates which guard Kiss of Leather. It’s the club that promises a completely decadent experience to stimulate your senses – and that leads unsuspecting Masters and subs to their Happily Ever Afters.

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Book Blurb:

Tai has hit a wall in life. From all outward appearances, he’s the guy who has everything—looks, personality and money. But the modeling gigs are drying up and he still hasn’t found that special someone to call his own. The part-time work at Kiss of Leather is quickly becoming full-time to prevent the drain on his dream-business savings.

Elliot fell for the stunning Tai from almost the moment he met him. If he wasn’t so self-conscious about the weight he’s recently put on, maybe he could work up the nerve to make a move. However, not only is he a virgin who’s never done a scene before working in a BDSM club, but he’s also sure that Tai has a thing for Master Lucas. There’s no way he could ever compete with the handsome silver fox.

When Master Lucas confesses to Tai that he doesn’t only see him as a hookup and offers him a contract, there are a ton of considerations. They both realize that serious compromises would have to be made for them to have a relationship. But what if they found a third, a sub who could bottom for Tai and also do TPE with Master Lucas? Once the idea takes hold, Tai knows just the perfect boy for them both. Even better? He’s right there at Kiss of Leather, and Tai can’t wait for Elliot to turn them all into a throuple.

Book Excerpt:

Tai wishes Master Lucas wasn’t such an adamant Top, but he’s also crushing on the sweetly submissive Elliot. Could he have it both ways?

Lucas sauntered into the living room, flicking his gaze to the thermostat as he passed by to verify the temperature would remain cool enough, then reached the burgundy micro suede circular sofa that was the centerpiece of his sunken living room. The main theme was white, but the sofa, two round side chairs and the drapes were the color of deep red wine. He dropped onto the couch next to Tai, where he was flipping through his phone.

Lucas cleared his throat. “Do you suppose I could have your full attention?”

Tai widened his eyes, then tossed his phone onto the glass topped burl wood coffee table, the fake fur case keeping the clatter to a minimum. “Oops, sorry. Got distracted while you were in the kitchen.” Tai scooted closer. “But I didn’t get to finish my story yet.”

Tai had been in the middle of an animated tale on their walk back from the restaurant that involved a battle between him and his condo management company.

“I apologize.” Lucas angled his body toward Tai. “I suppose I was distracted right now as well. Tell me the rest.”

“Well, as I was saying, I have to move everything to the other side of the room for this shit, this improvement project, and I haven’t even finished putting the room together the way I wanted it yet!”

Lucas regarded Tai with amusement. “You’ve been at your new place for how long? A few months?”

Tai threw his hands in the air. “I know, right? That’s barely any time to get anything done. Now I have to undo what little progress I’ve made, make a mess and start all over.” He crossed his arms, sticking his bottom lip out. “So annoying.”

“I agree it’s annoying—”

Tai jumped in his lap and wrapped his arms around Lucas’ neck. “See? I knew you’d understand. Let’s fuck. I’ll go first.”

Lucas snorted out a laugh. “And subs accuse me of not being romantic. However, you cut me off before I could finish. It is annoying, but you brought it on yourself.”

Tai eyes widened as his jaw went slack. “Shut your mouth! I did not!”

Lucas had embraced Tai the moment he’d landed on him, so he kept a tight hold even if Tai was in the process of trying to wriggle away.

“Sit still for a moment, boy. Talk to me.” Lucas kept his tone even, but not commanding. He wouldn’t order any sub to share their feelings if they were set against it—that needed to come from them organically. He wasn’t against some strong encouraging, however.

“Why should I? You clearly don’t understand the situation.”

“Then help me to understand why it’s the management company’s fault that you haven’t handled the mess in your condo yet?”

Tai narrowed his eyes as if trying to determine whether Lucas was being sincere or sarcastic. “Well…I didn’t say it was their fault, per se. Just that it was really annoying.”

Lucas rubbed Tai’s back with one hand while still hanging on to him with the other. He didn’t know why the switch with such a big personality brought out such a need in him for more than sex or a scene. “So, what you’re really saying is that you’re irritated with yourself for not taking care of your clutter, but that the management company is an easy target because they’ve already wronged you in other ways.”

Tai struggled against him again, but with much less vigor. “I am not. I merely… They… You see…” He pressed his lips together. “The offer to fuck is off the table, mister. I don’t need more aggravation in my life right now.”

“How about more kissing?”

Before Tai had the chance to protest, Lucas claimed his mouth, pushing his tongue past Tai’s lips. They’d only kissed one other time, early on, and it had been scary enough that Lucas had avoided it ever since then. Tai hadn’t complained, so Lucas always wondered if it had been scary for him too. He rarely kissed men he was playing with, so he surprised himself by the move.

But Tai tasted so good, smelled so enticing. Lucas could breathe him in all day and lose himself in the man who refused to be a sub the way he needed. If only… He would rock Tai’s world. Cherish and keep him, not break his spirit at all if Tai would just give him the chance. But Tai remained adamant that he needed to dominate too. The situation left them at an unfortunate impasse as a pair.

Tai had yielded to him, though, and he took it as a good sign in a bad way. If Tai felt the connection between them the same way he did, then what sort of trouble were they setting themselves up for when they both knew they could never work in the long run?

They both finally broke for air. “Oh, all right. We can fuck.” Tai smiled at him with a glint in his eye. “Just don’t be a big meanie anymore.”

Lucas chuckled and pecked Tai on the nose. “Never.” He cleared his throat, wondering if he was about to set Tai off again. But it might work… “Have you ever thought about D/s, having a full-time Master?”

Tai gave him an exaggerated eyeroll and smirked. “What do you think?”

Lucas popped him on the butt. “Now, now. If you need a spanking, all you have to do is ask for it nicely.”

Tai wrinkled his nose. “Of what use is a nice spanking?”

“True. But you’re avoiding my question.”

Tai batted his eyelashes. It was something that had always annoyed Lucas when subs would use it on him. But for whatever reason, he found it adorable when Tai did it.

“What question was that again?” Tai ground his hardened cock into Lucas’ groin.

Lucas whacked him harder on his ass. “If you don’t want to talk right now, that’s fine. However, I’m not going to be a party to letting you use sex as a distraction from having a reasonable discussion regarding something I’m serious about.”

“Sorry. I just thought you weren’t into all that TPE stuff, so I guess I’m confused.”

Lucas nodded. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately. While I’m glad I joined Kiss of Leather, I’ve realized that I’m at the point in my life where chasing after a different sub every night is not my thing anymore.” He let out a sigh. “I just turned forty-five. In my younger days, TPE was what I would pursue when seeking out a partner. But the demands of my career made it too difficult to do right by my subs.” Lucas trailed his fingers along Tai’s shoulder. “Over the years, I made do with scenes and visiting clubs. Kept it simple. But not only am I done with chasing young subs around, I’m ready to build a life with someone, someone who I can see myself growing old with. And now that my company has reached the point where I can afford a management team? I’d like to explore a power exchange relationship again.”

Tai regarded him intently, his brow knitted as if he couldn’t believe his ears. “Damn. Can’t say I was expecting that. But…” Tai’s frown deepened, his eyes glimmering. “You know that would never work between us, right?”

Lucas swallowed around the lump in his throat. Even if Tai could be a drama queen and indulge in knee-jerk reactions, he did have a certain emotional maturity to him that Lucas found pleasing. Tai was a dichotomy that added up to an exciting, enjoyable and sexy package, and Lucas hated the idea that they would likely go off and find other partners. He only hoped it would be later instead.

Switching Places is out now and you can get your copy from Amazon US, Amazon UK, and Barnes & Noble.

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Author Morticia Knight spends most of her nights writing about men loving men forever after. Even though she’s been crafting her naughty tales for more years than she’d like to share – her adventures as a published author began in 2011. Since then, she’s been fortunate enough to have several books on bestseller lists, along with two titles receiving recognition from the Rainbow Book Awards. Morticia currently resides on the beautiful northern Oregon coast.

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Sexy Sunday Snippet: Tapped by Liz Crowe

28 Jan

Tip up your mugs, this Sunday we have a hot excerpt from Liz Crowe’s Tapped, from her Brewing Passion series.

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About the book:

One hot entrepreneur plus a driven saleswoman and sultry brewer: simmered in the craft beer world for a unique, sexy reading experience!

When wealthy brewery owner Austin Fitzgerald meets sexy saleswoman Evelyn Benedict, angry sparks fly. They seem destined to clash, until a hot hookup in a cold beer cooler changes everything.

For Austin, it’s a life-altering moment that sets him on a path away from his birthright, while Evelyn must face her fears about committing to a man considered the playboy of the micro-brewing world.

The power of their preconceived notions nearly tears them apart—until they meet up with brewmaster Ross, who opens their eyes to a deeper, more erotic connection.

But three strong personalities don’t always make for the best emotional mix and when a simple misunderstanding causes chaos, it’s up to Ross to somehow repair the tattered shreds of their relationship.

Excerpt:

Austin sat, sipping coffee and watching the sun rise. He’d slipped out from under the soft sheets and Evelyn’s warm embrace, smiling as she mumbled and flopped over onto her other side. After a freezing five-mile run along trail around the lake, he’d come back, gotten coffee from the smiling B & B owner and sat, watching Evelyn sleep for a few minutes. After deciding to let her rest, he took his coffee to the adjoining room with a giant floor-to-ceiling window.

To say that life as Evelyn Benedict’s boyfriend was tumultuous constituted an understatement in the extreme. Her mood swings were wide and at times breathtaking. She lived and worked with a passion matched only by her enthusiasm for sex.

And she expected a lot of the people around her, so when someone disappointed her at work, or in his case, at home, there was hell to pay. But he loved it. Absolutely fucking reveled in it, using his own much calmer nature to cool her, to temper some of her more egregious outbursts of anger and frustration.

Of course, ‘home’ was a misnomer. She refused to move in with him, keeping that shitty apartment like a badge of honor, staying over at his condo on the weekends but insisting on sleeping in her own bed during the week.

So he stayed with her, mostly. And since he’d never been a guy who gave much thought to his surroundings as long as his basic needs were met, he didn’t care. Because she met every single one of his needs—emotional and mental with her constant questions and challenges about brewing, his company, and how to make it better. And her physicality—her near constant need for skin-to-skin contact—matched his in a perfect and sometimes scary way.

As for the sex, he’d never met a woman more inclined to experiment. One many levels, she reminded him of Ross—and not just the way she threw herself into sex, enjoying every moment, every touch, every caress as if it might be her last. She was also somewhat alarmingly like him in other ways—guarding herself, second-guessing anything that might hint at actual emotion, willing to let others commit before she would. Ready to retract into her hard, tough-girl shell, emotionless shell at the slightest provocation.

Maddening. But he was so deeply in love with her, he felt prepared to meet it, head on.

Most days.

“Austin?” Her voice behind him made him stand and stretch, his cock already tingling in anticipation. “Where did you go? Jesus, what time is it? Get your ass back here.”

He grinned. “Think you can just boss me like that, woman?” He leaned on the door frame, drinking her in with his eyes. “Because you can’t.”

“I’m not bossing, dear. Just suggesting.” She let the sheet fall aside, revealing her completely naked body. His smile widened when she bent one knee and reached down to touch herself. “You know, only suggesting that you get your sweet self over here and help a girl out.”

He grinned, yanked off his shirt and shorts, and dove into the warm nest of sheets and Evelyn. The frustration at her most recent rejection was already forgotten in the amazing smell of her skin and the lovely sound of her moans as he did what she suggested, for an hour or two.

Later, when they lay tangled in damp sheets, catching their breath, their fingers clasped together between them, Evelyn sighed. “So, tell me something,” she said. Austin forced himself up to full consciousness as best he could.

“Hmm,” he said, turning to face her, taking in the flushed, well-fucked look on her face with more than a little self-satisfaction.

“How is it…I mean, with two, um, guys and a girl?”

Austin hesitated, then put her knuckles to his lips, buying himself some time.

She pulled her fingers free of his, sat up and wrapped the sheet around herself. One thing about his Evelyn, he mused, watching her. He would never accuse her of being indirect. About anything.

“Don’t baby me, Austin. I mean it. I want to know.”

“I have no doubt that you want to know, my love.” He propped himself on one elbow and ordered his thoughts.

“Don’t think about it, damn you. Just…tell me.” She swept her hair up off her neck, making his mouth water at the sight of her flushed skin. Making him want to grab her, hold her down, lick the sweat droplets and lose himself in her all over again. “Yo, earth to lover boy,” she demanded, snapping her fingers in front of his face. “Spill it. What’s it like? I mean do you… Would you… Oh hell, never mind.” She turned and started to climb out of bed before he reached out and grabbed her arm.

“Hang on a second. I don’t mind telling you. I guess I didn’t expect you to want to know. Most…women…aren’t that into it.”

She let him pull her back into the warm bed and curled into him so he was pressed up against her back, his lips on her bare, delicious shoulder. “Stop it,” she whispered. “Tell me what it’s like to have sex with a woman with another guy in on the act.”

He sighed and held onto her. “It’s…pretty amazing,” he admitted. “I mean, I can’t speak for the women I’ve… We’ve…well, you know what I mean.”

With a grunt of frustration, Evelyn turned and faced him, taking his face between her hands. “Are you bisexual, Austin? Because if you are, I want you to know I’m okay with it.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “No, I’m not. Unless being comfortable watching my friend have sex with a woman right in front of me, or fucking her ass while he does the same to her pussy makes me bi, of course. Because I really do enjoy doing that.”

Admitting this felt like a giant weight lifting off his chest—the last barrier to complete honesty with her was gone. Something about this made his dick hard. Or maybe it was the way one of her legs was draped over his hip, and the way her beautiful, lush breasts were barely covered by the soft white sheet right in front of him. Or perhaps it was the rich, raw, smell of her, of them, and of their recent activity in this small bedroom.

He shifted, pulling her closer, but she held back, not taking her gaze from his face. “You really enjoy it, eh?”

“Yes, Evelyn, I do. Feel this? That’s how much I enjoy it. And I’d swear after the last hour or two it would take me a day to recover.” He took her hand and put it on the erection tenting the sheet over his hips. Her slow, sexy smile made him shiver. “God help me, woman, I love you so much…” He kissed her hard, owning her, frustration with her melting away into a puddle of lust.

She broke the kiss, but kept up her hand work. “Tell me more, Austin,” she whispered, leaning close to nip his earlobe. “I want to hear about it—how you do it. How you and Ross pleasure a woman together.”

Austin froze for a split second, pondering the implication of this specific request. But the sheet covering her breasts drew away, distracting him. He reached out and held the pleasant heaviness of one in his palm. “You want to know how we do it, huh?” He grazed her nipple with his thumb, making her shudder and his dick even harder. She nodded, her blue eyes sparkling and bright, the now-familiar turned-on Evelyn sensations enveloping him.

“Like this,” he whispered, pulling away and flipping her over so fast she squealed.

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Author, mom of three math-minded adults, Realtor, brewery marketing consultant and sports fan, Liz Crowe is a Kentucky native and graduate of the University of Louisville living in Ann Arbor. She has decades of experience in sales and fund raising, plus an eight-year stint as a three-continent, ex-pat trailing spouse. Her unique, realistic style has been dubbed “Romance for Real Life,” and has gained thousands of fans interested in the “WHA” (“What Happens After?”).

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Sexy Sunday Snippet: Now or Never by Isabelle Drake

31 Dec

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.

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Book Blurb:

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.

Excerpt:

“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.

Museum people.

Really.

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.

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Get Now or Never, first in the Invitations series, on Kindle, Google, Barnes & Noble, or direct from Totally Bound for only .99.

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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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