Under His Sway (6 page)
I finally recognized Manuela’s voice as she proclaimed, “My God, the girl is going to faint.”
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In His Grip: His #5
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ALSO BY ERIKA MASTEN
AN EROTIC DOMINATION SHORT
Allison has a secret. The capable, aloof marketing exec spends her nights as Raven, a masked member of the private luxury BDSM club known as The Tower. She also has a problem. Among all the handsome, powerful Doms at the club, none have so moved her that she would submit to them. So she remains a lonely voyeur. Will the arrival of the alluring young man in the wolf mask change all that?
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A FIRM HAND: DOMINATED #4
At the private elevator, I jabbed the call button frantically. My breath came in erratic pants and sighs. I leaned forward, pressing my cheek to the cool marble of the entryway wall, my thumb holding the elevator button all the while. Behind the heavy wooden doors to the lounge, voices rose in laughter, then receded. A slave squealed in tormented joy. Was it the redhead? Why was the elevator taking so damn long to get here?
The sound of a footstep on the entryway tile sent a gush of panic through me, scattering my thoughts. I whirled around, summoning a weak smile to my face, muttering, “Oh, excuse me, I’m not feeling very—”
The rest of my bullshit excuse for weeping in the entryway fell mute as I faced Wolf. Though he was otherwise pristine, his face was still flushed from coming in the redhead’s mouth. I was so jealous I wanted to slap him. My hands contracted into tight fists at my sides, my fingernails stabbing into the soft flesh of my palms.
I felt a tear break from my wet eyes, and goddamn it, I couldn’t stop it. It ran down the mask. As the warm drop hit my face, Wolf surged forward, forcing me back against the cold marble wall. I gasped, at the chilly tiles pressed to my back and the sudden heat of his body thrust against me from thighs to chest. He smothered my muddled cry of surprise with his lips against mine, demanding they part for him. My hands instinctively shot up to push feebly at his shoulders, and he pinned my wrists to the wall above me, my arms stretched as high as I could reach. I whimpered as he leaned in harder, his cock digging into my lower stomach. He had just come in the redhead’s mouth and was already so hard again.
Helpless, weak with desire, I opened my lips to his kiss and whined shamelessly as his tongue penetrated my mouth. It slid confidently, forcefully against mine, coiling and coaxing. He tasted hot and coppery and vaguely of the berry and spice notes in The Tower’s best wine.
When he pulled his head back, I felt like a starving woman who had just tasted a crumb of bread. I tilted my face up, craning for more.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered, not in the strict, callous tone he had used with the redhead, nor in the coaxing voice he had used with me the previous night. This was firm and possessive, impatient and unyielding. His shoes pushed at the inside of my pumps until my legs were spread so far I was almost dangling by his hold on my wrists.
Wolf shifted his grip to hold both my wrists in one hand. The other jerked my tight skirt up to my waist, exposing me, and dove deep into my black panties. If the last few moments hadn’t demonstrated to him that I was indeed a submissive, his hand finding my pussy shaved betrayed me. A sigh shuddered out of me as two of his fingers probed my creamy folds.
“Your cunt is gushing wet,” he said accusingly. The Dominant stared boldly down into my eyes, and I felt my face and chest flush with embarrassment, humiliation, arousal. “It turned you on watching me use that slave.” A burst of jealousy made me want to deny it, but I pressed my lips into a frown and bit down the urge. He bent his face forward again, his mouth brushing mine as he said, “It could have been you on your knees for me, submitting yourself to me. You could have let go of your fear and your pride and given yourself to me as your Master. I’d already be inside you. I’d already have you begging and moaning.”
Breathlessly, almost silently, I whimpered, “I know.”
“Then why?”
My tears flowed down the mask. “I want more. And I want someone who wants more.”
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DOMINATED BY BROTHERS: HOT HARD MÉNAGE #1
AN EROTIC DOMINATION SHORT
Faith has rejected her attraction to playboy Blake in favor of his charming younger brother, Garret, but her decision is about to be tested. Swept off her feet by Garret and introduced to the pleasures of being gently dominated, Faith is unprepared for Blake’s sudden, aggressive, undeniable advances. Caught in the arms of the elder brother by the younger, which will she choose?
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At last, I turn the final page in the folder, struggling to swallow and gather a calming breath. My chest and throat don’t want to cooperate. “That’s it. Those are all the details we need to settle today.”
“Good,” he says in a deep groan and moves to action. One hand tugs my hair and my face back for another possessive, plundering kiss. The other finds my knees, pressed hard together to quell the quivering in my pussy. Garret draws back from feasting on my mouth just enough to breathe, “Spread your legs for me, Faith.”
My mind wants me to shriek in denial—not here, not so soon—but my body responds unconditionally. I part my legs, and Garret’s hand skims along my inner thigh, until his fingertips find my wet panties and begin to trace the plump lips of my slit through the silk. My hands are squeezing the padded arms of the chair, my knuckles turning white. Deep inside me, my cunt throbs, demanding to be filled. I want to pump my hips. His lips hover over mine, retreating by fractions of an inch as I arch to meet him, like we are bound to one another by breath.
Garret’s fingers pet my silk-clad slit in long, slow strokes as I sit at attention, reaching for his mouth with mine. “Four months,” he whispers in the quiet room, though my heartbeat is pounding loudly in my head. “Four long months trying to figure out what I’m going to do with you, Faith.”
“What you’re going to do with me?” I ask, searching his eyes.
“A romantic dinner, the symphony, all night seducing you.” Garret nibbles at my lips and my jaw as he outlines his list. Under my skirt, his fingers curl around the damp crotch of my panties, ready to jerk them down my legs. I whimper, part of me wanting him to rip my panties off. “Or give in to the urge to take you before you can think about it, make you mine before you can get scared.” A soft growl tinges his voice. “Make sure you never want to leave my bed.”
My cunt tightens in answer. It wants the latter, and it wants it now. I want… I want to be Garret’s, the woman at his side at dinners and benefits, the lover he kisses hard in the dark, his personal slut when his cock is stiff and ready.
“Tell me what you want, Faith,” he mutters low, as though he can read my thoughts. “It can be slow and sweet.” He pulls my hair and ravishes my neck for too short a moment. “Or it can be now, and you’ll be mine, on my terms.”
Why does the way he says this make me shiver and moan? Mine, on my terms. The possessiveness in his words, in his voice, reduces my defenses to dust.
“Now,” I say, so softly, rejecting all common sense for this uncommon man, this unbearable hunger.
Dominated By Brothers: Hot Hard Ménage #1 is available now at online retailers.
DOMINATION ROMANCE BY ERIKA MASTEN
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In His Service: His #2
At His Mercy: His #3
Under His Sway: His #4
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Taken: Dominated #1
Tough Love: Dominated #2
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My Two Doms: Hot Hard Ménage #3
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Claimed In Hunger: Master Vampire #2
Claimed In Passion: Master Vampire #3
Domination Sex: Conditioned Response
Military Maledom: An Officer And A Dom
Valentine’s Dom
Backup: Ménage A Cop
His Submissive: Body Worship
Body Worship 2: Breeding Julia
Body Worship 3: Satisfying Julia
Body Worship: The Collection
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Broken: Bitter Creek Doms #2
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Sweet Resistance: The Dom Next Door #2
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