Blurb:
Skye hides her
secret fantasies because good girls don’t long for the kink she dreams about.
When her subconscious cravings continue to cause sleepless nights, she takes
the biggest step of her life and seeks out a local BDSM club. She’s horrified
and enthralled, but too prudish to admit this is the life her mind and body
desire. She’s not like these people, or is she?
The club’s owner has seen her response before and gives Skye a folded piece of paper with an address, a date, and time. She finds herself knocking…
Elijah waits on the other side of the door. Dominant, arrogant, and lonely—he’s looking for the perfect submissive to cater to his desires and share the lifestyle he relishes.
Is Skye the one? Is Elijah the missing puzzle piece that will allow Skye to release her inhibitions and embrace her kinky side? Or will tragedy keep Elijah from Claiming Skye?
The club’s owner has seen her response before and gives Skye a folded piece of paper with an address, a date, and time. She finds herself knocking…
Elijah waits on the other side of the door. Dominant, arrogant, and lonely—he’s looking for the perfect submissive to cater to his desires and share the lifestyle he relishes.
Is Skye the one? Is Elijah the missing puzzle piece that will allow Skye to release her inhibitions and embrace her kinky side? Or will tragedy keep Elijah from Claiming Skye?
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Excerpt
*Note:
She is already blindfolded and restrained with headphones in*
Her
heart beat rapidly, and every sense came alive, straining to learn what he was
doing—what
he was going to do. The bed dipped again, this time on the other side. There
was more movement, and then the music started again, much louder, stronger,
something primal.
The
music crashed as heat exploded on her stomach and she cried out, body writhing,
pulling
away but then rising toward whatever it was. Whatever it was—then it dawned on
her; it was wax. He was using a candle on her, dripping hot wax onto her oiled
skin.
The
heat was briefly intense, bordering on painful, then mellowing, spreading,
sinking
into
her. She drew a breath, waiting for the next drop.
She
tried to gauge by the music when it would happen again, but the beat became
syncopated,
erratic, rising and falling and, when the heat hit her, it took her by
surprise. But her body reacted, took on a life of its own, hips rising, legs
falling open against the ropes. The drops came faster, closer together. The
pain didn't mellow quite as quickly; he wouldn't let it. She wanted it to stop,
tossed her head from side to side, but arousal and heat swelled inside her,
ready to burst. But just as the word 'red' rose to her lips, the pain changed,
spread out, softened. She bit back the word, waiting for the next splash of
heat, rising up on the bed, her orgasm building, heading toward some amazing
peak.
Tiny
pinpoint drops landed on her breasts, exquisite drops of pain that made her gasp,
her body reacting instantly. The music rose, and so did her body, both reaching
a crescendo and then the music ended, abruptly. And so did the heat on her
skin. She lay gasping, the silence in her ears deafening, her body seeking
release. He'd left her on the edge, teetering, aching. Elijah moved on the bed
and she instinctively turned her head toward the movement, tugging on her
restraints, aching for the next. The music rose suddenly, drowning out any
sounds, growing louder. She wanted the heat, wanted the intense pain, the rush.
She was sweating from the heat on her skin, from the heat that was building
inside.
Cymbals
crashed and she smiled, knowing the heat was coming, wanting it, craving it.
But
it was cold instead, icy cold and wet, pressed against her nipple. She
screamed, her
body
pulling the ropes taut, goose bumps rising along her arms and legs. The fire
that had built inside her rose up fierce and hot, and her hips rose off the
bed, seeking release. The slap against her thigh was sharp and bright,
stinging, breaking through her arousal, but doing nothing to diminish it. She
gasped, her body thudding onto the bed.
He
hadn't said… hadn't told her she couldn't come. But that must be what he
wanted—
what
she didn't understand.
The
music still played, but the volume dropped considerably. There was movement
again,
and then Elijah's breath was warm on her face. She could hear words, tried to
focus on what he was saying.
"You
do not come until I tell you to. As long as the music plays, you do not come.
Nod if
you understand."
Author Bio:
Hi! So my name
is Katrina, and I’m a part time erotica author, who attends classes during the
day, and writes dirty romantic erotica by night. When I’m not in school
studying photography, I also work as a portrait photographer at a small local
studio near the beaches of Florida. Some fun facts about me are that I love apple martinis (I just turned 21, so I can’t get enough of them) and I love Star Wars, The Vampire Diaries, the Originals, The Walking Dead and Smallville. I’m a gamer girl too. Animals are close to my heart, and I have a 3-month-old bearded dragon named Yoda (he’s green and white) and a spaz of a dog named Nala who is a Terrier/Pomeranian mix, but I digress.
My favorite thing to do is to write sexy stories that will melt your panties off, and emotional stories that will make you cry, and rejoice when the hero gets the girl in the end.
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