“Unhook your bra.”
She flipped the snap at the front of her bra, freeing her heavy breasts. He leaned over her, taking one arm and pulling it over her head. He tied first one wrist, than the other with practiced ease before settling back on her heels.
Eyes blazing, he began to trail the deep red rose over her body. The touch was like nothing she'd ever felt before. Soft velvet that was feather-light as he ran the flower over her stomach and up to her breasts. He circled each one, moving from the base up to her nipples. She moaned, closing her eyes. Her back arched as the petals slipped back down over her abdomen and then dipped between her legs. She squirmed, whimpered, as the delicate touch ran over her lower lips. Without being told, she spread her legs wider. She needed to feel more.
“Ah.” Courtney's hand quivered as the rose brushed over her pussy, over her clit.
“That's it, baby.” Vance kept moving in a slow, steady rhythm up over and around her clit. “Come for me. You can do it. C’mon, baby.”
She felt it burst over her like fireworks, small explosions over her skin, through her body, across her cells. She swore, tugging at the scarves that bound her wrists. Then she felt the rose at her mouth, the petals wet with her pleasure as they caressed her lips. Her tongue darted out to clean them and was engulfed by the wet heat of Vance's mouth. His body covered hers as he claimed her mouth. She writhed as his cotton clad cock rubbed against her pussy, pushing her from the gentle pleasure of the rose to the rougher orgasm that crashed over her body. He swallowed down her cries of ecstasy, his mouth moving with hers.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, needing to feel him inside her. She felt him grin against her lips as he trailed kisses down her neck. His hand moved between them and he tugged down the front of his underwear. She didn't need to see it as it pushed against her entrance to know exactly what his cock looked like. Thick and long, perfectly shaped. Curved just enough that it would put extra pressure on that spot inside her that made her scream. Heavy and hot, the skin was softer than velvet, more like silk, the muscles hard beneath it.
When he buried himself inside her, she wailed, her eyes rolling back in her head. She'd been craving him all day, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside her. The images his texts had created had made her want to excuse herself to the bathroom more than once, but she'd done as he'd asked and waited. Now, as he began to move, all of that pent-up tension exploded. He thrust into her, pushing her from one orgasm into the next until she didn't know when one ended and another began. Her muscles turned to jelly and she could no longer move with him, couldn't even keep her legs around his waist. She lay limp, letting her body ride out the almost too-much sensation coursing across and through every inch of her being.
Vance's teeth scraped over her throat, tugged at her earlobe, dropped to her breasts. His strokes never faltered, each one coming harder and faster than the last until Courtney could stand no more and screamed, her world turning first gray then white. Even as unconsciousness claimed her, she felt him stiffen, her name falling from his lips as he came.
***
“Courtney, love.” His voice called her from the darkness.
Her eyelids were heavy but she forced them open, wanting to see her lover. His eyes were the first thing she saw, peering down at her. She tried to reach up, wanting to run her fingertips over his face, but her arms wouldn't obey. She wasn't tied up anymore, she knew that. She was lying in Vance's arms. But her muscles didn't seem to want to move. Not that she could blame them. It had been a while since she had come that hard or that long.
“Hey you.” She grinned, feeling a bit punch-drunk.
“Do you know what today is?” He ran his index finger over her bottom lip. When she shook her head, he continued. “One year ago today, you ruined my best shirt and changed my life forever.”
Courtney's eyes widened slightly. She hadn't realized that he'd marked the day.
He picked up something from the bed next to her. “And I'm hoping you'll change it again today.” He opened the small box, revealing the most perfect diamond ring that she had ever seen.
Her heart caught in her throat. Was he kidding?
“Courtney Bell, will you marry me?”
She stared at him, the love in his eyes, on his face, taking her breath away. If someone had told her a year ago, that she'd be lying next to the man she'd just spilled coffee on, body still tingling from the aftereffects of a brain numbing orgasm, staring at a beautiful engagement ring, she'd have laughed. After all they'd been through, it amazed her that he could still surprise her.
“Court?” Vance's voice sounded nearly panicked.
“Yes,” she blurted out. She hadn't realized she'd been taking so long. “Yes, of course, yes!”
As he slid the ring onto her finger, she took a shuddering breath. The feel of the cool metal against her skin, somehow, eased a pain she hadn't known she'd had, made her feel like she could breathe again.
The End
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The Surrender Series Excerpt #3
An excerpt from Priscilla West’s highly anticipated Surrender Series!
He put the blindfold on and tied it firmly behind my head. It was tight enough not to shift around but loose enough to be comfortable. I tried reaching out to touch him to ensure he was still there; he took my hands and gently placed them on my thighs. “Hands in your lap, until I say otherwise.”
In complete darkness, I felt uncomfortably vulnerable. I’d never done anything like this with anyone before. Was I ready to trust him this much? I sensed him leave the room for a moment to go to the kitchen. All I could do was wait for what he would do next.
Then his footsteps returned and stopped in front of me. “Open your mouth.”
Here it comes, I thought. I tentatively obeyed, unsure what was coming. What was he going to feed me? The sound of a metal clink made me think of a belt buckle. Surely not . . .
“Wider.”
I wasn’t sure if I should have; I probably should’ve asked him what he was going to put in my mouth. Instead, my lips stretched wider, compelled by the authority in his voice.
“Be careful with your teeth. I don’t want you biting me.”
What? Before I could protest, something slowly entered my mouth and sat heavily on my tongue. It tasted sinfully sweet and creamy.
“Close.”
Without needing be told, my lips instinctively wrapped around it and tightened, suckling the decadent chocolate from his finger.
“Taste good?”
My murmur of approval sounded more like a moan. As he slowly retracted his finger, I took my time licking the tip, wanting to savor every last bit. I heard him stifling a groan when he finally pulled away. It was one of the most erotic sounds I’d ever heard, and I desperately wanted to remove the blindfold to see his expression.
“That was just the first bite.” His voice registered lustful amusement, his mouth close to my ear. “This time, I want you to really focus on the pleasure in your mouth. Block out everything else.” I felt him brush my hair intimately behind my ear then his tender lips were against my cheek. “Like this,” he whispered, his mouth trailing gentle, sensuous kisses to my ear, drawing soft moans from my lips. “And this.” He pinched my earlobe between his lips and pulled the sensitive flesh into his mouth, sucking it with just enough pressure to make my legs quiver and sex clench in heated anticipation. There was no way I’d be able to block out the sensation of those lips on my body. And I didn’t want to.
“Ready?” he asked.
I wasn’t but I wanted another taste of the dessert to heighten the pleasure from his kisses. “Yes,” I breathed.
Eager, I opened my mouth again. Sweet cream brushed the tip of my tongue and I tried to lick it, but it pulled out of reac
h. When I sensed him bring it back, I stuck out my tongue to try to taste it but it retracted, teasing me. The next time he touched my tongue, I playfully nipped at his finger.
“You’re so feisty,” he murmured into my neck then bit the skin playfully, sparking a dangerous current of desire. I wanted to grab his hair and pull him in further but was aware I needed to follow his rules.
“That’s because you’re teasing me.”
“Am I? Tell me what you want,” he purred against my neck.
“I want to taste it in my mouth.”
“What do you want to taste?”
“You know what.”
“Tell me.”
“Your finger.”
“Good.” He slowly moved his finger into my mouth and I swirled my tongue around it. “That’s it. Just like that.” His voice was oozing with desire, which only increased the growing ache in my sex.
“Are you focusing on just the sensations in your mouth?” he asked, his tongue making slow, sensual licks along the throbbing vein in my neck while his finger was still in my mouth.
“Mmhmm,” I lied.
His breathing was as labored as mine. Suddenly, his lips and finger pulled away and I began to think I had done something wrong. Then his mouth was on mine. I parted my lips for him and his tongue slipped inside, the tip tasting of rich, creamy dark chocolate. The taste of his mouth mixed with chocolate was overwhelmingly sensual. I reached up and ran my hands through his silky hair, grabbing and pulling his mouth deeper into mine, all resistance and restraint gone. I didn’t care for his rules anymore. I wanted him so badly it was physically painful.
“No hands,” he grunted, soft lips becoming rough. I could tell he was trying to act upset because I’d broken his rule and the thin veil masking his desire only intensified my yearning for him.
Suddenly, he wrapped one arm around my torso and the other behind my knees. He lifted me into the air like a bride, mouth never leaving mine. We must’ve entered his bedroom because the next thing I knew, silk sheets hit my back. Hot with need, I parted my legs to accommodate his hips pushing between them.
My hands tightened, craving the feel of the hard muscles of his back. His hips against mine, I felt the solid weight of his erection through his pants press against my stomach.
“You feel that? That’s how much I want you.”
“I feel it.” My voice trembled with desire sensing what was coming.
He ground his erection against my sex in slow, firm circles. Even through the layers of our clothes, the pressure and friction sent currents of pleasure, fueling my hunger for direct contact. “Tell me what you want,” he whispered hoarsely.
“I want to feel you inside me, Vincent.”
He grabbed both of my hands and raised my arms over my head, pinning them with one firm hand while the other skillfully unbuttoned my jeans. “Keep your arms here, Kristen. Otherwise I won’t let you have it. Understand?” Only a slight waver in his tone betrayed the steely control he projected.
“I want to feel you though. I want to see you,” I protested, not understanding why he was torturing me with desperate need. He’d wanted this ever since our first meeting and now that he had me dripping with desire, he was taking his sweet time. I needed him inside me. Now.
“Nothing worth pursuing comes without patience.”
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His Secret Desire
by Alana Davis
Five careless words. Five little words were all it took to upend my life and change my world forever.
Samantha Dubois lives in a bland, fluorescent, world of gray. Her life once had so much potential and promise, but not anymore. Working as an underpaid and overworked temp at Strauss Engines, she struggles to get through every day. One fateful day, a few careless words out of her mouth send her on a collision course with the wealthy, powerful, and mysterious CEO of Strauss Engines, Alexander Strauss.
Drawn into this world of intrigue and multi-million dollar deals, Samantha struggles to adapt as her relationship with the scorching Alexander Strauss gets more... complicated. Alexander Strauss himself has plans of his own for the young Samantha, plans that may alter the course of her life forever.
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Chapter One
The sound of a ringing phone cut through the office. A polite voice answered the phone as another piercing ring went off a few cubicles away. I sat at my desk, typing on a company computer, joining the rhythm of the dozens of other keyboards that attracted hands like magnets. A fluorescent light flickered above me, dying slowly.
I called engineering to fix the nuisance. Over the phone, a gritty voice told me it was going to be a few hours.
Everything around me was gray—neutral colors only broken up by colorful frames on the wall that surrounded memories that were supposed to give life to an otherwise dreary corporate wasteland. I looked around my desk and studied the photographs I’ve hung on my little wall, taking a break from the spreadsheet that had occupied more of my morning than I cared to admit.
The photo of my college graduation stared back at me from a past that I could still clearly remember—genuine smiles across both of my parents’ faces, a rare sight indeed. For once they weren’t throwing harsh words at each other. It was a day without fighting, a day devoid of arguments leading to bitter silences. We were all happy.
I reached out to touch the photo, as if I could somehow go back to that day. A little laugh escaped me as I remembered my first days at college as a nerdy girl who kept to herself. I was scared to speak up in class, even when I was sure I knew the answer. Four years later, posing with my parents for that picture, I was a different person.
I had joined the orientation committee early on in college as a way to meet people, and before long, I had become leader of the group. We proposed a Casino Night event that I was to organize. I spent days making phone calls, getting the proper paperwork filled out and signed, and coordinating all the members of the committee. When the night of the event came, I watched all of the students flooding the event hall and felt like I had accomplished something real.
The computer screen before me glared bright with the unfinished spreadsheet. The sounds of office conversations in quiet, polite tones filled my ears. My days at college were gone, a memory encased in a picture frame. The girl who blossomed into a woman capable of taking charge was now sitting in an office chair typing out mindless reports. That woman was me now.
I looked at the memories on my cubicle wall. My parent’s smiling faces looking back at me, now just memories encased in cheap plastic frames. I could feel the tears climbing up behind my eyes, daring to fall down my cheeks and ruin my composure. I breathed in slowly, fighting them back to the depths of the sadness where they came from.
I checked my phone for what seemed like the hundredth time since I had sat down. The phone’s clock told me it was only a few minutes past eleven in the morning. I scanned the office, looking for Emily Jones. Emily would be a nice change of pace from the banality of the office. I rose from my desk and spotted Emily in the corner, smiling and running her hand softly through her hair while listening to some young college intern tell some story just out of my earshot. Emily’s hand kept returning to the intern’s shoulder, a flirtatious laugh coupled with her every touch.
I walked up to them, interru
pting the young man’s story. “Hey, do you want to grab a girls lunch with me?” I asked, looking at Emily pleadingly.
“Okay, Samantha, I’d love to,” Emily said, her eyes narrowing seductively at the young intern. I noticed him blush before he walked away.
“A new love interest I see?” I asked.
“Oh Dave? The intern? Hardly.” She laughed. “It was just a nice, innocent conversation.”
“You? Innocent?”
“You know, you could go for some more innocent conversations with some of the guys around here. At least for some practice talking to them. It couldn’t hurt!”
We boarded the crowded elevator and Emily pressed the button for the cafeteria. She turned to me and whispered in my ear, almost too loudly, “When was the last time you even talked to a guy, let alone went on a date?”
I elbowed her, giving her a look that I meant to convey shut up! but only managed to suppress my approaching laughter. We got off at the cafeteria laughing, my embarrassment all but forgotten.
“And when was the last time you were on a date? Twenty minutes ago?” I asked.
Emily and I sat down in the cafeteria by the window. I picked at an Asian salad with chicken that I barely put any dressing on. Emily took a large bite of a cheeseburger with all the fixings.
Satisfaction spread over her face as ketchup ran down her chin. She wiped it off and put the cheeseburger down to eat a few fries that she greedily slathered with more ketchup. I watched her ravenous eating with a sense of awe.
“I had the best date last night. Maybe of my entire life. First off, he was drop-dead gorgeous. Like a young Marlon Brando mixed with George Clooney. Even through his suit I could tell he was fit, like that crazy driven type who spends too much time at the gym and eats nothing but grilled chicken and kale.” Emily paused and looked up to the ceiling as if savoring another bite of her cheeseburger.
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