Sweet Obsession: Windy City Kink, Book 1 (38 page)

Enjoy the following excerpt for
You Really Got Me:

Jason followed Kendall into his bedroom. As she took in the flickering candles he’d placed around the room her steps slowed. Music pulsed quietly in an urgent, erotic rhythm and the scent of beeswax hung in the air. A smile curved her lips as her gaze roamed to his big bed, then landed on the rope and the blindfold lying there. Her eyes widened.

She swallowed and turned to look up at him.

Candlelight gleamed on her shiny dark hair. Her big brown eyes shadowed with questions and her pretty lips parted. So beautiful. So perfect.

 
In the time they’d been seeing each other, things between them had developed from a spine-tingling attraction to a deep, urgent need. Innocent dinner dates at charity events and restaurants had eventually led to sex, the best he’d ever had, sex that had become harder and faster and darker. Yeah, he’d pushed it, but she’d gone there with him. Perfect.

“What is this music?” she asked of the techno beat pulsing around them.

“Lords of Acid,” he said, holding her gaze. “The song is ‘Rough Sex’.”

Her long eyelashes fluttered rapidly. “You really need to start listening to rock n’ roll,” she muttered.

His lips twitched. They’d had this conversation about their divergent musical tastes before. Although before, they’d been talking about the differences between Rascal Flatts and Keith Urban, and the Doors and Cream, including a lively discussion comparing Keith Urban’s guitar skills to Eric Clapton’s.

“This music suits my mood tonight,” he murmured. “Tonight…I’m going to give you what you’ve been wanting.”

Her eyes widened again and she sucked in a breath.

Rough sex.

“You need this,” he said, keeping his tone gentle, holding her gaze steadily. “You know it, Kendall.”

“Need what?” she whispered with another nervous glance toward the bed.

“Need me to take control.”

She bit her lip, studying him.

“Been watching you, babe.” He reached out and touched gentle fingertips to her jaw. “Every time…I know you want more.”

“I’m afraid,” she confessed, still in a whisper.

“Afraid of me?” His thumb brushed over her bottom lip.

She shook her head, and pressed into his hand. “N-no.”

“Afraid of yourself.”

“Maybe.” She closed her eyes briefly. “I don’t like to let someone else be in control.”

“I know that, sweetheart. You look after everyone else…but who’s looking after you?”

He knew the answer to that. There was nobody who looked after her.

“That’s why you need this. Total emotional release. I promise you, baby, you’ll learn about parts of yourself you never have.”

He wanted to give that to her. Damn, he wanted to so much.

He caressed her face and she closed her eyes again and rubbed into his palm like a cat, encouraging him. “You have to trust me. And trust that I take that responsibility seriously.”

He watched her face as she considered his words. Her gaze went out of focus as she stared past him.

“Kendall.” His voice a soft command, her eyes snapped back to meet his. “I want to do this…for you.”

She lifted her chin. “I don’t want to be tied up.”

He resisted a smile, his chest expanding a little as her words signaled her partial agreement. “Being restrained can set you free,” he said, pushing a bit more. “Knowing that another person has complete control over you is the only way to be completely free.”

She shook her head. He studied her face. But she held firm, keeping her chin up.

Admiration and warmth rose inside him. She was strong. Another reason she was so perfect. “All right,” he finally said. “Not tonight. I’ll leave you unbound. But you have to do everything I tell you to do.”

“Always negotiating,” she murmured.

Now he had to smile. “That’s part of it.”

“I don’t have to do everything you tell me.”

“Yeah. You do.”

“No. I don’t.”

His lips twitched again. “I see you’re not getting this control thing.” He slid his hand along the side of her neck, below her ear, so gentle. He leaned in and kissed the corner of her mouth.

“All right, fine.”

He let his smile free. “Gonna blindfold you.” His fingers worked open the buttons of her blouse, one by one, then tugged the silk from the waistband of her trousers, leaving her standing in front of him with her blouse hanging open, revealing nothing, really, besides the satin bow in the center or her lace bra. So sexy.

With his head bent, focused on his task, he unbuckled her narrow belt then unfastened her trousers. Loose and low on her hips, they easily slid down her legs to crumple at her feet. She toed off her heels and stepped away from her shoes and pants.

“Sit on the bed,” he ordered, his voice husky.

She moved to the bed and climbed on, giving the side eye to the rope and the blindfold.

He’d promised her he wouldn’t tie her up. Tonight. And he would never go back on a promise. He picked up the rope and tossed it across the room.

Sitting there in her bra and panties, still with the open silk blouse over them, she watched him take off his clothes, unbuttoning his own shirt and shrugging it off, then stepping out of the dark dress pants he wore. He watched her face as she studied him, watched her eyes darken, watched the corners of her mouth lift.

He stepped toward the bed and touched her face again. “Look at you,” he said hoarsely. “So sexy, in your pretty underwear, your blouse hanging open like that.” His fingers trailed down her neck, then brushed the blouse aside to expose one breast in sheer lace. Her breath hitched. “Your skin’s all flushed. Your nipples are hard. I can smell how aroused you are.”

She made a small noise in her throat, her eyes drifting closed.

He slid his hands inside the blouse over her shoulders, then pushed it off. Her wrists caught in the cuffs, and for a moment he gripped the fabric in one fist and held it. Trapping her.

She looked up at him. A pulse fluttered at her throat and her breasts lifted as she drew in a breath. He paused, reading her. Fear mingled with excitement. He didn’t want to scare her.

He released her, carefully working the cuffs over her hands then tossing the blouse aside.

He traced his fingertips over the top curves of her breasts in her low-cut bra. “So beautiful,” he said. “Take it off.”

She reached behind her for the fastening.

“Very nice.”

He reached for the blindfold. She bit her lip as he covered her eyes and fastened it behind her head.

“I like to see you,” she whispered.

“This will heighten all your other senses. Lie down on your back.”

Again, she obeyed, even though he knew how vulnerable she had to feel lying there nearly naked and deprived of sight. Brave.

The room had gone silent, the music stopped, but then faint tones began, slowly growing louder, ethereal vocals of “Musica Eternal” by Dead Can Dance.

“What happened to that playlist I made you?” she asked breathlessly. “You know…The Righteous Brothers. Rolling Stones.”

“You don’t like my music?” He grinned, knowing she couldn’t see him. Christ, she was cute.

She swiped her tongue over her bottom lip. “Um. It’s not that I don’t like it. It’s just…I feel it. Inside me. It makes me feel things.”

He nodded, getting it.

He reached for her, held her slender waist, slid his hands up her ribcage, grazing the outer curves of her breasts, then glided them back down over soft skin. His fingers trailed up between her breasts. Then he bent to explore her and taste her with his mouth, slowly, in tempo with the music. He stroked over her limbs, dragging his tongue between her breasts while one hand gently cupped her throat. The music rose and fell around them and she made soft sounds of pleasure.

“Christ, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, kissing the inner curve of one breast. His fingers teased her bellybutton and shivers rippled over her skin. She drew in a breath.

He closed his lips over one nipple and gave a tug. Sweet. Her nipple tightened, perfect against his tongue, between his lips. A moan climbed up her throat. He sucked firmly at the tender tip, then moved to the other breast and did the same, sucking and biting so gently.

“Turn over, sweetheart.” Without waiting for her to obey, he lifted her and easily flipped her onto her stomach. She bent her arms and rested one cheek on her hands. And waited.

Jesus, that was sweet.

He picked up the crop from the nearby dresser and touched it to her back in a long slow stroke down her spine.

“What is that?” she murmured, lifting her head.

“It’s a crop.”

“But…”

“Remember, Kendall…you agreed. Everything I tell you.”

She lowered her head, but her body remained tense.

“Relax, baby,” he said, keeping his voice calm and soft. “Give yourself over to the sensation. Let yourself feel it. Just like you were.”

She’s theirs for a weekend. Will they be hers for a lifetime?

Bound to be Taken

© 2014 Becca Jameson

Emergence, Book 1

Stephanie Parkins doesn’t date—ever.

After years of watching her mother’s antics, men are off her menu. But the truth is, now she needs one, and fast. Proving she’s approachable is the only way her bosses will promote her to a position that requires her to work directly with the public.

Restaurateurs Aiden Collins and Dane Whitman need a date—now.
 

They’re perfectly happy as a twosome, but without a woman on their arms, admission to this weekend’s fetish party will be denied. For a while now they’ve had their eye on the sexy beauty from the tenth floor—even though she buries herself under a frumpy wardrobe. What better time to bring her out of her shell, and add the third they’ve been craving?

When the three quite literally collide in the elevator, a miracle happens: she agrees to their proposal. And Stephanie turns out to be the submissive of Dane and Aiden’s dreams. But as she slips deeper under their thumbs, she could be more than either man bargains for.

Warning: This book contains intense bondage scenes between two Doms and their sub. Expect hot masturbation, man on man action, blow jobs, restraints, ben wa balls, nipple clamps, and mind-blowing orgasm denial that will make you weep…

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Bound to be Taken:

“So what do we have to wear to this gig on Friday?”

“Fetishwear.” Dane’s eyebrows rose and fell a few times.

“And that would be…?”

“We can pick something out together Thursday. Any range of things are possible. They just don’t allow street clothes.”

“What will
you
be wearing?” Visions of leather and whips and naked chests came to mind, making Stephanie’s knee start bouncing under the table.

“All black. Nothing super crazy. The Doms don’t have to be in quite as much costume as the subs.” Dane released her hand.

Now her knee went crazy. “I’m going to dress up and you aren’t?”

“Well, yeah. Typically the sub wears whatever the Doms request.” When she flinched, Dane held up one hand. “Don’t worry. We aren’t going to toss you to the wolves.”

“After all, we
are
just pretending.” She narrowed her gaze. Why did it seem as if these guys wanted more than a make-believe evening? The idea made her heart pound. She pondered Dane’s last words—
whatever the Doms request
.

“Right.” Aiden looked around behind him. “I think everyone’s gone but us. You want to go over some of the typical stuff you’re going to see?”

“Uh, I guess.”

Dane stood and circled the table to her side. He held out a hand. “Do a little research in the next few days. You’ll learn everything you ever wanted to know on Wikipedia.”

Stephanie released the wine glass and stood, taking Dane’s hand. “Where’re we going?”

“Just to the back office. Maybe if we do a little role playing, you’ll get a feel for the lifestyle.”

“Role playing?”

“Good idea.” Aiden grabbed her other hand and they led her toward the kitchen, past the massive refrigerators and ovens, and through a door in the rear.

The room was small, but nicer than she’d expected for a back office space that no one would normally see. Thick dark carpet covered the floor. The desk was made of the same mahogany as the furniture in front. There was enough space for two chairs and a small maroon leather loveseat.

Aiden plopped down on the sofa, not releasing her hand. “Kneel on the floor in front of me.” His words were suddenly deeper, gentler, softer, but held a command that seemed incongruent.

Stephanie’s breath stuttered. She shouldn’t be reacting to his demand so forcefully. She knew it deep down inside her, but she couldn’t stop her body’s compulsion to obey.