WhatHeDemands (domination erotica) (9 page)

At His Mercy (An
erotic romance novella)

by

Tawny Taylor

Copyright ©2012 Tawny
Taylor All Rights Reserved

Sometimes freedom can only be gained through captivity…

Elena Caine has secrets. The kind that could devastate her
life if they’re revealed. And now a selfish bastard is dragging the skeletons
out of her closet. She’s being blackmailed. There’s no way out. Then the
quietly seductive Dom Kyler Pierce decides to blackmail her too. As Kyler and
Elena face their common enemy, overpowering sexual heat sizzles between them.
They want each other. Need each other. But happiness may be beyond their reach.
For this determined Dom and reluctant submissive to have any chance at love,
Elena must learn the most essential lesson of Dominance and submission—to trust
her Dom. Especially when she is on her knees…and her world is tumbling down
around her.

(Previously published as Blackmailed)

Length: Long novella, approx. 30,000 words

SAMPLE

“Will you tell me why you’re so angry?”

He looked away.

Her nerves crawling, she watched his throat work as he
swallowed. Nothing.

“You won’t give me a chance to explain?”

“I don’t know if I can believe anything you say.”

Where did that leave her? This man, whose eyes were cold as
icicles, held her job in the palm of his hand. Her job, the medical insurance
that paid for her brother’s treatment. Her entire future. She couldn’t get any
more desperate than that. “What will it take to prove to you that I can be
believed? I stayed. Right? You didn’t lock me in. You won the bet, and I didn’t
leave, even though I wanted to.”

“Yeah, well, that could also be because you didn’t want your
pretty little ass hauled to jail.”

“I’m not sure that would be any worse,” she said, frankly.
“I mean, you’re throwing these threats around, acting one way one second,
totally different the next. It’s confusing. Scary.”

Her eyes were burning, darn it. Her nose.
Don’t cry.
He’ll think you’re trying to manipulate him.

She blinked several times.

His eyes narrowed, his gaze becoming even chillier. Sub-arctic.
“There you go with the waterworks again. I see now. Whenever you get backed
into a corner, you throw the switch, the tears start to flow, and you’re off
the hook.” He crowded her, grabbed her chin, and glared into her eyes. “It
doesn’t work with me anymore. I know the truth about you now. I know you’re
fucking Matt Becker, and you’re itching for a promotion—from the whore of a
sales manager to the whore of a vice president.”

She felt sick. Was that really what he believed? “No, I’m
not sleeping with Matt. You’re wrong.”

“Funny.” He dragged his thumb over her lower lip. He walked
her backward, until her back hit the wall. He thrust his arms forward, caging
her head between them. “But if you’d just come to me, I’d have fucked you. You
could’ve had your vice president. In fact…” He dropped his head and kissed her
roughly. His tongue thrust into her mouth, in complete domination.

Instantly, her body was on fire. Yes, this was what she’d
wanted last night. Pulses of liquid heat pounded down her torso to the juncture
of her thighs. Despite her confusion, she kissed him back, letting the searing
heat of the kiss burn away everything.

Insanity! This was complete craziness. But she couldn’t help
reacting to his kisses. She’d been waiting, ready. She moaned, stroking his
tongue with hers. Exploring the sweet depth of his mouth.

He bent his elbows, crushing his hard body against hers.
Wedged a knee between her trembling thighs.

Crazy!

She moaned, rocking her hips back and forth, desperate to
rub away the ache building between her legs.

He suckled her tongue and she slid her hands up his stomach,
whimpering.

Her head was swimming. Her body melting. Her brain
short-circuiting. She was falling, sliding down the wall, unable to remain
standing another second. Her pussy rested on his knee, a support. Oh, the
sensation. The glory of that hard leg against her soft, swollen tissues.

Insanity!

He caught her up into his arms and carried her to the bed,
laid her on it and then climbed over her. More of those amazing nuclear-reactor-hot
kisses. He gave her more, and she accepted him, eagerly. His hands started at
the sides of her face but—much to her joy—didn’t remain there for long. Down
her neck they traveled, to her shoulders, lower. He cupped her breasts and she
arched her back, pushing her breasts into his hands.

I need to stop this. Right now. Stop. Now.

She tried to turn her head, but he caught her face in his
hands again, kissing her until she couldn’t move, didn’t want to move. Wanted
nothing less than his hands on her naked body, his cock buried deep inside her
wet pussy.

She’d be sorry for this later, no doubt about it. But for
the first time in years, she just wanted to forget about shoulds and
should-nots and let go, follow her impulses instead of her head.

* * * * *

Tawny Taylor has been writing erotica for women for ten
years. Her first erotic romance, Tempting Fate, was published in 2004 and was
an RT Reviewer’s Choice nominee and highly reviewed book. To date, Tawny has
over 50 published books by 5 publishers, including Pocket, Kensington, Ellora’s
Cave, Samhain and Changeling Press. They include several subgenres of erotica
and erotic romance including paranormal, menage, contemporary, and
romantic/erotic suspense. Many of her books contain D/s, bondage, and
domination and submission. Among her bestselling books are Dark Master
(Vampire, BDSM), Decadent Master (Vampire, BDSM), and Wrath’s Embrace (Menage,
BDSM).

Tawny is grateful to her readers for allowing her dream of
writing and publishing to come true. Her hope is to continue to write hot,
sassy, sexy erotica for women for many years to come.

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