My legs spread on his shoulders gave full access, and he took advantage.
His tongue wasn’t shy, swirling around my clit, licking, sucking. Plunging into my wetness, tongue-fucking as if possessed.
It was too much. Too intense. I moaned and whimpered and struggled and wriggled. Little stars shot and fizzled and tormented with every flick of his tongue, every suck of his mouth.
He pressed his tongue so far inside I cried out, wishing it was his cock buried deep. “Please, Master … more…” My body was beyond ready to be claimed, bruised, reawakened into passionate pleasure.
The whip marks heated unbearably, my skin rivered with sweat from the fire, and nipples screamed for relief. I rocked my hips into Q, forcing his tongue deeper, demanding him to be rougher.
“Fuck yes,” he groaned, fingers digging into my hips as he dragged me closer. His entire face between my legs. He growled as he bit my clit. Not a simple nip—but a full savage bite.
I screamed as my pussy contracted, thrumming with its own heartbeat. I thrashed, trying to get closer, trying to get away. I want more. I can’t handle more.
My mind broke completely, ruled by the need to come. “Fuck me, Q. Fuck me. I can’t … I can’t stand it.”
He pushed my thighs, and I melted off him. He stood lightning quick as I swung from the ceiling, trembling. My head lolled, and my eyes were too heavy to keep open. I wanted to scissor my legs to find some relief from the torture. Q turned me from rational woman into a craving addict who needed a fix. I needed his cock. I needed my master.
Q captured my jaw; I opened unwilling eyes. “You can’t stand it. Can you?” His sexy five o’ clock shadow glistened from eating me out. I swung forward, wanting to lick him, to clean him. My mouth watered at the thought of sucking him. I wanted to bite his cock just like he'd bitten me. I wanted it so much, I’d explode if I didn’t get it.
I tried to make sentences form. “I can’t stand the thought of not having you fuck me.”
His eyes snapped closed before he regained control, murmuring, “You’ve submitted completely, and you have no idea what that does to me.”
I had an idea. The same insane, mind-crippling feeling he did to me. If I wasn’t restrained, I’d pounce on him and fuck him until the tingly, urgent, consuming need disappeared. The only problem was, I didn’t think it would ever disappear. And I didn’t want it to.
“Say it again, Tess.” Q let me go, unbuttoning his blazer.
I breathed hard, panting as he ripped the jacket off, dropping it on the floor.
“Fuck me, Master. I can’t stand not having you.”
He groaned, kicking off his shoes as he undid his tie. An evil glint entered his eyes. He slid the cream tie in his fingertips, looking at it then back to me.
My heart lurched as he advanced. “Open.”
I shook my head. “No. I won’t be able to breathe.”
“You’ll breathe around it. You can bite down.”
I clamped my mouth, moaning as he forced the tie between my lips, tying it. Once secured, he kissed my gagged mouth, running the tip of his tongue along my bottom lip. “You look incroyable gagged and bound, esclave. I’ll suffer the embarrassment of coming in my trousers every time I think of tonight.”
Stepping back, he stripped. Not bothering to undo buttons, he tore his shirt open. Pings of plastic sounded as buttons flew wild.
My mouth dried, taking in his perfection. His smooth chest, cut with perfect muscles. Sparrows fluttered, inked in blacks and browns, seeming alive with their feathered detail. He undid his belt, then his fly, and stepped from his trousers.
Standing proud with only black boxer-briefs remaining, Q fondled his thick erection while staring. His eyes zeroed in on my nipple clamped breasts. “Your flesh is so swollen, Tessie.”
I jerked. Tessie. Brax’s nickname for me. Guilt washed over me like a tsunami and I coughed with pain. I’d betrayed Brax in the worst possible way. I was a disloyal bitch.
Q prowled close, looping fingers though the gag. “What did I say? Why do you hurt?”
I looked down, trying hard to push Brax away. I shouldn’t care, but I did. It was a mistake to ask Q to call me by my name. Tess might love the sadistic erotic games with Q, but Tessie … she belonged to a simpler past.
Our eyes locked, and Q seemed to understand. “You don’t like it when I call you that.”
I wished I felt differently but a tear rolled, and I nodded.
He licked the droplet. “I don’t care for Tessie either. You’re mine. My Tess.”
My eyes glazed and I swooned into him. Guilt evaporated and my lust returned a thousand fold. I came to life under his stare.
And he knew it. He pulled his cock free, wrapping fingers around the thick girth, stroking hard. “Do you like it when I call you that? Mine? All fucking mine.”
I shook my head, just to be troublesome. I couldn’t look away from Q stroking himself. I arched my back, trying to find relief by rubbing tortured nipples on his chest.
He shuddered, pumping his cock. Reaching with his other hand, he speared two fingers inside, stealing my wetness to smear over the tip, using my lubricant as his own.
I groaned and my body unravelled. My pussy clutched nothing, needing him inside. Nothing else mattered in the world but having him. I wanted to scream at him to fuck me, but the bloody gag turned my words to moans.
He pressed his cock against my stomach, hitting me with it. I moaned and thrashed, trying to get closer.
“Put your legs around my hips.” Q held out his arms, ready to catch me.
Finally. Yes. Yes.
I jumped, spreading my legs at the same time, using the binds to hoist myself. I fitted snug against him. His hotness against my wetness. His throbbing cock so close, it made me insane.
His eyes flashed as I rocked, smearing sensual liquid all over his cock and balls. He groaned as I thrust unashamedly, providing much needed friction. I could come like this. Humping my master like a dog in heat.
Reaching between us, he pushed me back. Guiding his cock, he angled to meet my entrance.
In one fast move, with hands on my hips, he pulled me onto him. Impaling me completely. His length hit the entrance of my womb, bruising, stretching. The invasion turned my mind to mush. I went rigid, moaning like the whore I was.
Q’s face darkened with savage lust as he thrust once, fingers stabbing into flesh. “Fuck, my cock belongs in you.” With one hand, he slapped my breast, activating the clamp to squeeze, sending hurt and spasms of eager dampness between my legs. I wouldn’t last long. Shit, I was so close, I rippled with release already. An orgasm teetered on a knife-edge—sharp and deadly.
He rolled his hips, meticulously slowly, dragging every ridge of him along every ridge of me. I wanted to scream. I didn’t want slow. I wanted a rampage.
“Raise your eyes,” Q ordered.
I guided super heavy eyes from watching his cock fucking me, locking with his. Pale jade fire blazed with demons he kept locked away. They flittered ghostlike, swarming, urging him to lose control.
He growled and thrust once.
Twice.
Three times with ecstasy.
I tossed my head, chewing on the gag, needing to moan, to vocalize just how much he violated me—how much further I wanted him to go.
He bucked again, grinding his teeth. “I hate you for making me break my vow.” His face twisted with self-loathing and black delight. “Qu’est ce que tu es en train de me faire?” What are you doing to me?
Before I could answer, Q lost all control. Baring his teeth, he dropped the barrier to his demons, pounding into me. There was no rocking, or gentle lovemaking. He pistoned hips into mine, grunting, sweating, a crazed look in his eye. His manicured nails raked my ass, digging deep like rabid claws, inflicting pain in other ways.
The gag barricaded my screams. I bounced in his arms, breasts jiggling with every thrust. The room erupted with the sounds of heavy breathing and slapping sweaty skin. The
air temperature was too hot. Q was too much. My body couldn’t handle the sensory overload.
Oh, God. Oh, God. I’m coming…
“Tu es à moi.” You’re mine. Q leaned back, using my weight as a counter lever, driving upward. His cock so hot and hard, stretching me to breaking point.
My heart sprouted wings, and flew. The build-up of the release rose and rose, never peaking. Fear laced with need. Too intense. I didn’t think I’d survive it.
The gag blocked air, and the lack of oxygen made my head swim. All I could think about was Q and his nails and his cock and his ragged breathing.
Q leaned back further, head falling as he fucked impossibly harder. His hipbones bruised my inner thighs as he gave me the rampage I needed.
“Fuck, Tess. Fuck yes. Take it. Putain, ta chatte est faite pour ma bite.”Fuck, your cunt fits my cock so well.
I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t hold it any longer. My entire body split in half, but the release still didn’t crest.
Please, please, God. I need… I can’t. I… I…
“Look at me,” Q growl-panted.
I obeyed and drowned in his smouldering green. Tension thrummed, consuming, and another element stole us. We were no longer master and slave. We were two rutting animals focused on one goal.
“Master, please…” I begged around the material in my mouth.
Q stiffened with power, thrusting as his eyes flared wide and lips parted. “I’ll give you what you want.” His body convulsed and a low angry groan ripped from his throat. A hot pulse of semen filled and that was all I needed.
I combusted.
Every atom in my body detonated and fired. My pussy fisted around Q’s relentless erection and I screamed. Q’s mouth latched onto my neck, biting. I transcended from my mere mortal body, riding wave after wave of eye-popping, brain-splintering euphoria.
Q grunted, thrusting in time to my release; his teeth never let up on my collarbone and a slick trail of blood trickled from my throat where he bit. Some primal part of my brain went wild. I loved that he needed me so bad, he broke my skin. I loved how delicate his tongue was, lapping up my essence.
I shuddered as swell after swell continued, slowly getting less intense. My feet cramped and my entire body felt as if I’d been run over.
With trembling fingers, Q undid my gag, then my wrists. Catching my weight, he cradled me, folding us the floor. We fell in a tangle of limbs onto the thick white carpet, covering it with sweat, come, and drops of blood.
Q didn’t withdraw, and somehow managed to twist me so I faced away. Not saying a word, he tucked me closer, spooning me with his hard body.
His heart thudded against my back, matching the erratic pace of mine.
I snuggled closer, blissfully content. Q hurt me, but adored me, all at the same time. He gave me everything I needed. The intimacy between us couldn’t be described and I shivered as he unclamped my nipples, rubbing them gently.
He sighed deeply and yawned. The alcohol in his system no doubt left him depleted.
You used me, but you kept me safe. I tried to transmit the thought. My body wasn’t capable of speech. Q mumbled something, pulling me closer.
The sun pinked the sky outside and Q twitched, already drifting into oblivion.
Tonight had changed my life. Q may make my soul weep and tear itself into pieces but he made it operatic with joy, too. My soul didn’t just sing, it rejoiced.
I finally found a place where my twistedness belonged.
In Q’s arms.
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About Tears of Tess (Monsters in the Dark, #1)…
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“My life was complete. Happy, content, everything neat and perfect.
Then it all changed.
I was sold.”
Tess Snow has everything she ever wanted: one more semester before a career in property development, a loving boyfriend, and a future dazzling bright with possibility.
For their two year anniversary, Brax surprises Tess with a romantic trip to Mexico. Sandy beaches, delicious cocktails, and soul-connecting sex set the mood for a wonderful holiday. With a full heart, and looking forward to a passion filled week, Tess is on top of the world.
But lusty paradise is shattered.
Kidnapped. Drugged. Stolen. Tess is forced into a world full of darkness and terror.
Captive and alone with no savior, no lover, no faith, no future, Tess evolves from terrified girl to fierce fighter. But no matter her strength, it can’t save her from the horror of being sold.
Can Brax find Tess before she’s broken and ruined, or will Tess’s new owner change her life forever?
A New Adult Dark Contemporary Romance, not suitable for people sensitive to grief, slavery, and hard to read subjects. A story about finding love in the strangest of places, a will of iron that grows from necessity, and forgiveness that may not be enough.
About Pepper Winters…
Pepper Winters is a New York Times and USA Today International Bestseller. She wears many roles. Some of them include writer, reader, sometimes wife. She loves dark, taboo stories that twist with your head. The more tortured the hero, the better, and she constantly thinks up ways to break and fix her characters. Oh, and sex...her books have sex.
She loves to travel and has an amazing, fabulous hubby who puts up with her love affair with her book boyfriends. She’s also honoured to wear the IndieReader Badge for being a Top 10 Indie Bestsellers, best BDSM series voted by the SmutClub, and recently signed a two book deal with Grand Central. Her books are currently being translated into numerous languages and will be in bookstores in the near future.
Her Dark Romance books include:
Tears of Tess (Monsters in the Dark #1)
Quintessentially Q (Monsters in the Dark #2)
Twisted Together (Monsters in the Dark #3)
Debt Inheritance (Indebted #1)
Her Grey Romance books include:
Destroyed
Upcoming releases are:
First Debt (Indebted Series #2)
Ruin & Rule (Motorcycle romance)
Je Suis a Toi (Monsters in the Dark Novella)
Forbidden Flaws
Savage Secrets
Titan, #6
Cristin Harber
Rocco Savage is the second-in-command of the Titan Group, a black ops security firm. Caterina Cruz is a Spanish MI6 interrogator hell-bent on revenge. They are undercover as a newly married husband-and-wife weapons dealers. Both have secrets to keep from each other, but neither can deny their attraction.
“It’s almost nine in the morning. You always such a late riser?” Rocco’s voice sounded whiskey rough.
Closing her eyes again, she let it rumble over her. “I wouldn’t have killed you if you got up early and made a coffee run.”
“Done and done.”
“Wait. What?” She propped up on her elbow, her eyes tracing the pinkish scar on his chest, wondering how someone so tough was so considerate. “You got out of bed? Left, then got back in bed?”
“Yeah. You sleep like the dead. Coffee’s in the kitchenette.”
“Why?” No one ever got her coffee. True, most times there wasn’t some place to grab any, but there was always a coffee maker somewhere. Or instant and some water.
“Why, what?”
“Why would you do that? It’s so…”
“Nice? I’m a nice guy. Sometimes.” He had her on her back before she could blink. “Yesterday sucked big, hairy monkey balls. Forget about it. OK?”
“Big hairy monkey balls do nothing to get me naked.”
He half-cocked a smile, and his dimple wave
d at her. “Yesterday sucked. Erase it from your memory.”
His forearms were on either side of her head, and his eyes were inches from hers. When he spoke, the words tickled her lips. Heat raced through her. His erection pushed against her as he fell into place between her legs. What she would do for her skin to be bare. To feel him like this against her. All that male beauty made her crazy enough to beg.
“OK.” She nodded, embracing her swirling emotions. Too fast. Too soon. So right. So now. Even after the stunts he’d pulled, her need for him was desperate, and if he didn’t touch her soon, she was likely to hurt him.
“We’re starting over.” The morning roughness still scratched his voice no matter how long he’d been awake. He shifted his weight, and his shorts-covered length rubbed her pajama pants. They had on far too many clothes. She wanted to say something about that, but pure desire colored his expression, such a dominant stare, a face used to giving orders. No doubt he’d take care of that issue on the quick. Adrenaline pulsed in her veins, rushing in her neck, tightening her chest. Need throbbed in her core. She angled so that their friction would torture her in the best of ways. She’d never wanted to be touched more than she did in that moment.
Wait. “Rocco.” She lifted her hips, arching into him. Her body and her mind were having a stop-go disagreement. “You’re OK?”
“Don’t ask me that again, and I’ll be fine.”
They were a go.
He crashed full lips onto hers, picking up where they’d left off the night before. Suckling her mouth. Revving her from sleeping to sexy with the speed of a morning kiss. Hunger ravaged her. Blinded her. All she could do was feel his hard body and crave every minute caress she could glean.
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