At His Mercy (16 page)

A few weeks later,
both
Becker
and Stacy, Kyler’s former friend, were
collecting severance pay.
Shortly after that, they were both arrested.
More recently, she’d read in the paper that during their criminal trials, they’d claimed they were both being blackmailed by the
company’s
CFO
.
It seemed fate had delivered exactly what they’d both deserved.

Kyler flattened his hands on either side of her face. “What are you thinking about?”

She couldn’t help smiling. “Becker.”

“While you’re in bed with me?” he teased, nipping her lower lip.

“Who would’ve thought such a terrible thing would lead to such a wonderful one?”

“And who would’ve thought you’d be making another name change,” he quipped as he crawled over top of her.

“I want to fix that. The whole name thing. I want to take my real first name
…
with your last name, of course.”

“Done. But first, I need to finish what we’ve started.” He wedged his hips between her spread thighs and thrust into her.

She moaned, arched her back and lifted her knees higher.

Deeper. Harder. She wanted him. Now. And later. Sweet, gentle and hard, wild. She wanted to explore the exciting world of Domination
and
submission
that he’d introduced her to.

But most importantly, she wanted to simply be one with him. In mind, body, and soul. To face their future together, whatever it might bring.

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DARKEST
DESIRE

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TAYLOR
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2

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Beautiful.

Exquisite.

Thoroughly, utterly, intoxicatingly sexy.

And as deadly as a cottonmouth.

That was Malek Alexandre, summed up in twelve concise words.

A spectator at the private bondage club, standing in the shadows at the back of an open dungeon, Lei Mitchell moved aside to let a slave wearing a black thong and dog collar pass. Her gaze never left Malek. Not for a second.

This was an opportunity she couldn’t deny herself.

For once she was free to just . . . enjoy. Without fearing she’d be caught by Malek, one of his brothers, or her sister, Rin.

Lei’s hungry gaze wandered up and down his body at leisure now, taking in the full glory of his heavily muscled form. He was wearing a simple outfit—black, snug-fitting knitted shirt and tailored trousers, no leather for this man—but still Lei could make out the rippling bulges and clean lines defining each muscle as he lifted his arm and flicked his wrist. The leather tails of his flogger sailed through the air toward their target, and Lei’s breath caught in her throat.

Malek was not just any dom. He was
the dom.
The one who made her blood pound hard and hot through her veins. If only submitting to him wouldn’t mean her destruction.

Warm and tingly all over, even though her insides ached a little at knowing she would never—could never—know the pleasure of submitting to her master, Lei stood in that dark corner, just out of his sight, and watched as Malek trained a submissive. The sub, a male, clearly enjoyed every stroke of the lash, as evidenced by the look of utter rapture on his face . . . and the large bulge pressing against the only garment he was wearing, the snug black G-string. Like Malek, the sub was lean, firmly muscled, bronzed, attractive. He was also delightfully responsive. She wouldn’t mind taking him back to her private suite sometime.

Since being rescued from a nightmarish life as a sex slave, Lei had come to this private bondage club to exorcise her demons. One of
her previous owners
had trained her to dominate him. As it turned out, his kink had become her salvation. Now she was the one in control. She was the one holding the whip, tying the knots, instead of receiving the blows or being bound and forced to fuck.

Free now from that horrendous life, she couldn’t seem to stop herself from seeking out opportunities to dominate men. She wasn’t sure why. She received no sexual fulfillment from it. She received no emotional fulfillment either. She was still the empty shell of a girl she’d been the day her sister had bought her out of hell.

But now she was an empty shell with a compulsion.

And a fascination with a certain dom.

As Malek released his submissive from his restraints, in preparation for a change in position, Lei tried to walk away.

But she couldn’t. Her feet simply wouldn’t move.

Her body was tight. Hot. Her heart was pounding. It was as if she were lowering to her knees before Malek, waiting breathlessly for his next command.

Malek ran his fingertip down the sub’s spine.

A tiny shudder of pleasure quaked through Lei’s body. Her pussy clamped tight against an aching emptiness. She licked her dry lips and curled her fingers into fists.

What would he do next?

The submissive settled on his knees on the floor, butt lifted high, rather than resting on his heels. He tipped his head down. Waiting. Patiently.

Lei had been forced into that position too many times to count. She’d never voluntarily kneeled before a man. She couldn’t now. But that didn’t stop her from imagining herself in the submissive’s place at this moment. If she closed her eyes, she could feel Malek’s gaze sweeping up and down her body. Her skin burning. Her nerves prickling.

It was anxiety and anticipation both. A touch of fear coupled with the expectation of good things, wonderful things. Of unimaginable pleasure. And glorious pain.

If only . . . if only . . .

“Is that a smile I see?” Malek’s voice was unexpectedly light, playful. His tone both put her at ease and made her that much tighter.

“No,” the submissive answered.

“No,
Master,
” Lei whispered to herself as she opened her eyes. Such a show of defiance surely deserved a punishment. She didn’t want to miss this.

What would Malek do?

A chill skittered up her spine.

Malek’s brow lifted, but he said nothing.

Ah, he was going to let his submissive wait, wonder.

She unclenched her hands and dragged her sweaty palms down the sides of her legs. A huge lump congealed in her throat. She swallowed hard and squeezed her thighs together. The burning in her pussy was becoming intolerable.

Malek used the tip of his whip to lift his submissive’s chin. “I asked you a question, and I expect a proper answer. So I’ll ask again, is that a smile I see?”

The submissive’s lips twitched. “Maybe.”

This was a submissive who liked to push his luck. Lei had scened with more than enough to know the type. They craved the punishment and weren’t by nature submissive. They merely took on the role so they would be in a position to get what they wanted. Depending upon the submissive, and the dom, that could be a few lashes, being humiliated in public, or perhaps being paddled to within an inch of their limits.

But what he probably wasn’t expecting was what Malek did, even if they had discussed the possibility ahead of time.

Malek walked away.

The submissive’s eyes widened. His mouth formed an “O” of shock; then his lips clamped shut.

Damn. Lei couldn’t help but smile at the submissive’s reaction. She’d put money on him thinking twice about playing Malek like that again. Or maybe he’d make a different choice in a dom, if that was his game. Either way, it was something to watch.

While Lei continued to study Malek’s behavior as he prowled around the open dungeon, he turned. His gaze swept the crowd of onlookers gathered around the perimeter of the room. It snapped to her.

Their eyes met.

The air seeped from her lungs.

Her face burned.

He smiled, and she swore her heart skipped a beat. Maybe two.

Dangerous. That’s what that man was.

Her body had never reacted this way to any man before, especially since . . . being rescued. She met his smile with a tiny nod, then forced herself to walk through the throng toward the back hall, toward her private suite, her haven. Her sanctuary.

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WHAT HE WANTS
(An erotic romance novel
la
)

by

Tawny
Taylor

 

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An Amazon HOT NEW RELEASE (Erotica)!

 

Billionaire Shane Trant is used to getting what he wants. What he can't buy, he takes. When he sees Bristol Deatrich for the first time in over ten years, he knows he wants her. But there's a problem. Only complete possession of her mind and body will satisfy him. He's not sure the sweet little
Bristol
is ready for his brand of extreme carnal play.

But that's not going to stop him from trying. After all, he learned a long time ago, nobody wins if they don't take risks. If this risk pays off, they'll both win.

 

SAMPLE

He growled, hooked an arm around my waist and whirled around so I was flat against the wall and his body was holding me there.

Oh. My. God.

His mouth descended upon mine, his tongue shoved its way in, and within seconds, I was writhing against him while he kissed me into a coma.

I felt him scoop me up into his arms. He was carrying me, walking, while our tongues mated and battled. I was losing the war, ready to surrender to him, to the fierce heat boiling in my veins, to the blinding need he'd sparked in my body. He broke the kiss, stared down at me with eyes full of male hunger. "I'm sorry,
Bristol
. I can't let you go now. I can't."

We kissed again, and again, as he carried me into the dungeon. At some point he set me on my feet, but I was too shaky to stand, and I wasn't about to let him stop kissing me. I hung onto his neck, arms wrapped tightly, and lost myself in his aggressive, demanding, plundering kiss.

I'd been kissed plenty of times, but never like that.

Never like the man couldn't get enough.

Never like he was staking a claim.

Never like he was conquering me.

When the kiss ended--not my choice--I clung to him and fought to catch my breath.

"Wow," I murmured. My gaze started at his mouth but quickly moved to the closest piece of torture furniture. I felt myself backing up.

"You've never been in a dungeon, correct?" he asked, hands sliding down my sides.

"Never."

He blocked my exit with his hulking body, held me at the hips. "If I do something you don't like, say, Red."

"Red?" I echoed, trying to wiggle my way free. I wasn't ready for this. That kiss. It was the kiss's fault I was in here. I didn't belong here, no.

He cut me off completely, cornering me against another wall, his body a giant obstacle I couldn't push past. He caged my head between his hands, arms stretched out. His eyes were dark, hard. "You may beg me to stop, but I won't. You may plead with me and cry, but I won't stop. But if you say red, I will cease immediately."

"Red," I muttered.

His fingertip trailed down the side of my face, down my jaw, my throat to the center of my breastbone. I sucked in a deep breath and fought to regain my composure. But he was so big and so sexy and so intimidating, I couldn't speak. "I promise I won't be too hard on you this first time." He closed his hands around my waist, forcing me deeper into the room.

Ohmygod, what was happening?

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