Talking about what her father had done made her realize what a monster she’d become. She didn’t dwell on the sins of her parents—her father’s pride and bloodlust, her mother’s weakness—but telling Fenton about them and watching his reactions made her question her past actions. True, she’d never t...
Memories from the night before kept me thrashing until dawn. Would my mystery security man tell Mr. Edge who I was and what I’d been doing? Would he convey my remorse for crossing the line? My hair still smells of chlorine so I take a hot shower, wincing at the stinging along the abraded parts of...
Zan asked as he moved back to the drawer to retrieve a few more goodies. “Excited,” Gia murmured low. She spoke the truth. Her bared pussy glistened with juices, the tissue engorged with blood. Zan’s cock was rock hard as he admired her from every angle. Shalla hovered nearby, and though he track...
Fresh herbs and savory sauces make my mouth water, even though I just had dinner. Bypassing the frenetic activity, I make my way to the outer hall and look around, trying to decide if I should join the throngs of people in the foyer or search for Connor to thank him for the outfit. “Ms. Sinclair?...
Though technically, she’d watched Alan, her ex-boyfriend, stroke himself right before they had sex, or the men in his porn videos show off their tools for the camera. But she’d never witnessed the kind of erotic show that had captured her attention. The early morning desert air evaporated the swe...
I squeak. He can’t possibly mean what I think he means. “You said it burns!” “That’s why it’s punishment.” There’s a devil glint in his eyes. My fingers curl into the shimmering satin bedspread. “I don’t know if I can handle this, Connor.” “Then say your safeword and leave. If you don’t fully ...
Connor leads me to the bench. My mind is blank, my pulse racing as I stare down at the smooth leather covering. It’s about waist high on me. My mouth is dry and my tongue darts out as I imagine all kinds of crazy scenarios. I look back to Connor and blink. What’s the question again? “You didn’t...
I wince at the stabbing pain in my head. What the hell happened? My eyelids feel heavy and I can’t recall ever being so hung over. The world jostles and I moan, then realize there’s a gag in my mouth. I try to remove it, but my hands are bound behind my back with what feels like an electrical zip...