by Tawny Taylor
He didn’t answer.
I glanced around me. The dancers had all gathered and were standing in a circle around us. Most of them had redressed in their beautiful historical gowns and suits. They all were looking down at me with longing. Men and women, both.
One, the young woman who had been fucked by the Domme earlier smiled and stepped forward. “I warned you, the Master’s games are wicked.” I recognized her voice. It was the woman who’d brought me here. “They make me wet.” Stripping away her clothes as she walked, she circled me. “Your obedience and self control pleases the Master. After one more test, he will reward you.”
A flare of joy bloomed deep inside me. I arched my back, stretching my neck to find my Master. He stood at my head, far enough back that it was difficult for me to see him. He smiled, and that expression brought joy to my heart.
The young woman squatted over my face, her pussy hovering over my mouth, her musty-sweet scent filling my nose. She parted her smoothly-shaved labia with her fingers.
“Eat my pussy,” my Master commanded.
I’d never so much as kissed a woman, never touched a woman sexually, never fantasized about one. But between her glorious scent and the sharp edge in my Master’s voice, I was trembling with anticipation.
Still completely powerless, tied up and unable to move, I took my first taste, letting my tongue explore her slit.
Delicious.
Above me, the young woman sighed, and a wave of desire crashed through me. Hungry now, I flicked my tongue over her hard pearl, her juices coating my lips. I stabbed my tongue into her canal then went back to her clit, licking and nipping and suckling. Her soft sighs turned to low moans and groans. Her tiny trembles turned to sharper quakes and her skin warmed, heat simmering all around me and enveloping me in a cloud of female desire.
I knew the moment she came. My mouth filled with her essence, my nose with the scent of her musk. I drank deeply, sucking and pulling, each taste a powerful aphrodisiac. By the time she crumbled at my side, I was burning with fever.
Oh God, I would never have guessed how absolutely intoxicating it would be to give another woman pleasure. The sight of those delicate tissues. The flavor of honey on my lips. The silky skin of thighs wrapped around my head.
How many other dark pleasures would my Master of Sin show me?
He knelt beside me again. “Our time is almost over.”
Sickening dread hit me like a punch in the gut. “No. So soon?” I didn’t know this man. I didn’t know if he was a ghost, a man pretending to be someone else, or the actual Master of Sin somehow magically come to life. And I had no idea if I’d ever know the truth.
But one thing was certain--I belonged with him. To him.
“We’ll have many nights together.” He cupped my face, his thumb grazing my lower lip. Then he removed the cuffs from my thighs and wrists. He turned away from me, and a young man handed him a small box. Facing me once more, he flipped it open. “Tell me now, before it’s too late. Why do you belong to me?”
Again, memories--both good and bad--played through my mind. The dates. The meetings. The visits to counselors, churches, bondage clubs. The lonely nights and days spent staring into the mirror, questioning myself. “I belong to you now because...somehow I always have, and I always will. You are my one true Master. The Master of my heart. My soul. And my sin.”
His smile was more brilliant and spectacular than anything I’d ever seen. He lifted his hands, pulling them apart to reveal the collar he held between them. Without a word, he locked it around my neck. Then he cradled my chin in his hand, forcing me to tip my head to the side, and bit me.
Finally, after years of struggling, searching and doubting, I had my answer. He was no monster. He was no man.
He was both.
And neither.
And I belonged to him.
The End
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An Excerpt From: DARKEST DESIRE
Copyright © TAWNY TAYLOR, 2012
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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 befor
e 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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Compromising Positions (An erotic romance novel)
by
Tawny Taylor
Copyright ©2012 Tawny Taylor All Rights Reserved
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Fate Doherty, marketing director of Detroit's second largest dating service, is on top of her game—until longtime rival and sexy bad-boy, Gabe Ryan makes a play for her job. What's worse, he seems hell-bent on rekindling the old flame she thought she'd smothered years ago... Now, thanks to Gabe’s mission—which seems to have nothing to do with the position they are fighting for—they may both end up in a compromising position...or two.
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Now she was left with Gabe. Alone. Oh, God!
He grinned at her like a cat might before it swallowed a canary. “Are you sure you’re all right? You don’t look so good. Do you want me to take you home?”
“I’m fine.” She scooted away, hoping the distance might ease the heat between her legs.
“Have I told you how great it is working with you?”
“Indirectly.”
He laughed, and she couldn’t help admiring the way his features frolicked. A curl caught a breeze as the waiter swept by. She stopped herself before she reached for it.
“You’re one hell of a woman, Fate.”
“And you’re one hell of a smooth talker, Gabe.”
He grinned. “Actually, if you knew me better, you’d know I’m a straight shooter.”
She didn’t want to go there. For some reason talking about shooting anything left her head spinning. “I need to go to the bathroom.” She grabbed her purse, scooted to the end of the bench, and stood, but immediately dropped back down.
The world was rocking under her feet like a moonwalk.
Guess I’ve had more beer than I thought, and how the hell had that happened?
“Are you all right?” Gabe was right next to her again.
“I’m fine. Just got a bad start the first time. I’ll try again.” She stood, and the world dipped and tipped. Her head swam. Two beers did that to her? Sheesh!
On legs that felt like they were tied to anchors, she slowly propelled herself through the crushing crowd to the bathroom. And after peeing a gallon, she checked herself in the mirror—not a pretty sight—and headed back to tell Gabe she needed to call it a night.
When she returned to the table, Gabe stood. “Ready to go?” he asked, car keys in hand.
“Yup. Where’s Michael?”
“He left. Had a personal issue to deal with. Said he’d see you tomorrow.” Gabe took her hand.
She sort of leaned into him as she walked. He didn’t sway like the rest of the world did.
When she got to her car, she fished through her purse for her keys. When she hit the bottom, and still no keys, a tide of panic rose up her throat. “My keys! I must have lost them in the bathroom.”
“I’ll find them later. Why don’t you let me drive you home?”
“No, all I need to do is go back inside.” She took a step back toward the entry, but something caught her by the waist. “What the hell?” She looked down. Hands. She glanced over her shoulder. “Would you let me go?”
He spun her around until she was facing him directly.
Not a good position. He was so close. He smelled so good. He towered at least a head taller than her. Perfect height. Perfect width. Solid. Hard. Sexy...
He leaned down and dropped a kiss on her nose. “You’re a very important part of the new Single Temptation. I couldn’t let anything happen to you, now, could I?”
What?
“So, let’s go to my car, and I’ll drive you home.” He didn’t remove his hands from her waist.
“You’re driving me home for the sake of the company?”
“Partly...” He glanced over her shoulder and smiled. “Okay, I confess. I’m worried about you for personal reasons. Don’t you feel it, Fate? That old magic?”
“No.” Liar!
His handsome face screwed into the picture of confusion. “Really?”
Actually, what she felt right now went way beyond what she’d felt in college. Had to be the Oregon lager. Probably had twice the alcohol content. “We have to work together, at least for the time being. We’d better keep things professional...” Her gaze dropped to his lips as he licked them, and she felt her own go Sahara Desert dry.
> He leaned closer, and her eyelids fell closed.
His mouth touched hers, and an A-bomb exploded in her body. Shockwaves pulsed outward to her limbs and knocked her brain loose from its connections.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on for life, relishing the lazy, deliberate exploration Gabe was performing on her mouth. His fingers kneaded her waist then tiptoed up her sides. Hers tangled in silky curls at his nape.
By God, she’d lost her mind! But who the hell cared? He tasted amazing. He smelled wonderful. And as his body crushed against hers, he felt fantastic. Hard angles and planes. Smooth muscle working under clothes she wished she could strip away.
His hands found the sides of her breasts and slipped between their bodies to tease her nipples through her clothes. She could feel herself getting wet. She straddled his leg and ground into him in rhythm with the throbbing in her crotch.
She wanted him. Now! Her hands dropped to his hips and slowly slid around to his ass. Rock-hard. Something sharp poked her palm through his rear pocket, and in response to the pain, she slid her hands around to his front, grabbed the pronounced lump she found there and gave it a squeeze.
“Ouch!” Gabe broke the kiss and took her hands in his. “Easy, baby. This tool isn’t a Craftsman. It needs a little gentle loving care. Eeeeasy does it.”
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About Tawny Taylor
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 best selling books are Dark Master (Vampire, BDSM), Decadent Master (Vampire, BDSM), and Wrath’s Embrace (Menage, BDSM).