Dark
Tales Diaries, 3
For thirteen years, Tristan Blackthorn has
searched for his lost love, Keira. Has the time for their reunion finally come?
When the ball-busting Patrice Wyngate
figures out she's not happy, she does what she does best—takes control. Yet
hearing, "Dance for me" completely changes her life, and nothing will
be the same again.
For Zoe Harper, there would be no more
dieting. The plain truth of the matter was, her no-good cheating boyfriend
could kiss her size fourteen ass. Because quite simply, she found a man who was
happy to show her Big Girls Do It Better.
Hadley Cooper, Eric Williams, and Jude
Jamison had been best friends forever. Yet, at some point, their time living
together would end, each of them finding "the one." Only, Eric and
Jude had other thoughts. They intended to make Hadley understand—Three's Not a
Crowd.
Be Warned: ménage sex (MFM), BDSM,
floggers, spanking
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Links:
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Excerpt from Dance for Me:
"Take off the
dress."
I swallowed hard, reached
for the side zip, and pulled the tab down. Next, I slipped my right arm free of
the ruffle over my shoulder, allowing the soft material to fall, and stepped
out of the dress. Heat infused my cheeks, because standing in front of a man
and removing my clothes seemed bolder than I really was. Nonetheless, I walked
in nothing but my panties and high heels over to where most of Damon's clothing
was, putting my dress there, too.
"Goddamn." The
way he said this sounded less a curse and more of awed praise for me.
"Leave the panties and the heels on."
"All right."
When I turned around,
Damon held out a hand for me. I noticed he was sporting an impressive bulge
beneath his suit pants, which made me smile.
I walked to him and took
hold of his outstretched hand.
"Give me your other
hand, too." I did, and he cuffed my wrists together. The inside of the
cuffs were lined with what felt like wool-soft against my skin. "I'm going
to attach these to that chain," he said, briefly glancing up overhead.
Without wasting another moment, Damon checked the cuffs by running his
fingertip along the top and bottom of them where the leather edge met skin,
before he did what he'd said, securing my arms up over my head. I wasn't sure
what he did behind me, I couldn't really see, but the chain attached to the
cuffs rose, stretching my arms, and lifted me until my body was taut. However,
my feet were still on the ground. "Good?" he asked.
"Yes," I
replied.
Warm hands slid down my extended arms,
shoulders, and followed the contour of my spine in a sensual glide that had me
going instantly wet.
Damon walked around me,
keeping his hands on my skin. In fact, he caressed me everywhere, from my
ankles and calves, to my thighs, hips, and belly. I whimpered when he used his
thumbs to swipe over my nipples and I closed my eyes as he worshiped my body
with his touch.
Adored. This is what it
felt like to finally be adored by a man.
"Perfection,"
he said near my ear, squeezing my ass. He pressed his bare chest into my bare
back, fitting his hard package into my backside where his hands had been a
moment earlier. "Spread those sexy legs apart for me a little bit."
After I complied, Damon's strong arm came around my waist-hand resting on my
lower belly, fingers splayed. "Tilt your head to the right."
As soon as I tipped my
head to the side, his mouth nuzzled into my neck, follow by his tongue licking
a path up to my ear. Heat curled low in my belly. When he took my fleshy lobe
and sucked, his fingers dipped past the waistband of my tiny panties, slipped
over my waxed-bare mound, and burrowed between my lower lips.
Bull's-eye.
"Ooh…," I
moaned when a long finger dipped into my tight opening.
"So nice and
wet," he murmured. He brought his slick digit up, and circled my clit.
"Let go, angel. Surrender and just feel."
With one of his big hands
palming my left breast, fingers playing with my erect nipple, the other hand
down the front of my panties toying with my clit, and the front of his hard
body pressed against my back, I had no problem giving myself over to his
sexpertise, completely.
My hips moved, ass
bumping against his crotch. My body shivered and shook. Need coiled around me
and my sex pulsed.
"Oh God." That
fast he was going to make me come and come hard.
"That's it," he
said, voice low and guttural. "Come for me."
I detonated. Starbursts
went off behind my closed eyelids. I moaned, and my arms pulled at my
restraints, fingers curling into my palms.
I'm not sure how long I
floated in the aftershocks of bliss, but I came to my senses when his hands
slipped free of me and I felt him move.
Turning my head, I saw
him grab a flogger from the wall and come back. Two seconds later, he yanked my
panties down. They hit my feet.
"Press your sweet
ass out for me."
A moment after that,
Damon swung the flogger in quick circular motions, tapping my bare ass, then
down to the backs of my thighs, moving up to my ass once again. Little whips of
sensation added to the orgasm I just had, and started building toward something
I'd never felt before but always suspected I wanted-a bite of pain. Though,
what he was doing wasn't pain. Not yet.
The supple leather tails
of the flogger rained down on my shoulder blades and upper back. I squirmed. He
worked me, over and over, gradually increasing the power behind the blows. But
when the tails smacked against my butt once more, this time, I felt it. The
glorious sting. I moaned, and pressed my bottom toward him in a needy offering for
more.
I heard him speak four
simple words.
"Dance for me,
angel."
I danced-twisting and
writhing, going up on my tiptoes, arms stretched above my head as he worked my
flesh over.
This is what I'd been
missing. What I needed. I fell into this type of zoned-out space-my body no
longer tethered. I floated.
When I heard something
drop, I came back to the grind of a zipper and the sounds of my own breaths.
Damon latched onto my
hips-fingers biting deliciously into my flesh, and entered my sopping wet sex
from behind in one, powerful thrust, filling and stretching me completely.
"Fuck," he
muttered.
I felt his teeth bite
into my upper arm. "Aah, yes!"
I came-pussy convulsing
around his hard cock.
He took me without mercy,
lifting me up off my feet, and fucking himself with my body. I was his, unable
to do anything but enjoy the ride he was giving me. And it was a ride. Long,
hard, and unyielding.
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