Once she surrenders to his wicked demands, Dana realizes there’s no going back. It’s time for a three-way renegotiation…this time, all or nothing.
Warning: NSFW!! Do Not Try This at Your Job. Contains highly inappropriate workplace behavior including m/f/m, m/m, bondage, creative use of office space and a high-stakes trip to Atlantic City.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Restraining the Receptionist:
My unpredictable number one boss showed up in a new mood the next day. I’d never seen him light-hearted before. Now that I had an idea about his history, not a big surprise. But that’s exactly how he seemed when he breezed into the office. He wore casual clothes, blue jeans and a light blue open-collared shirt that made his eyes look like summer without the smog.
“I’ve got no pesky clients today, luv,” he told me, without pausing by my desk to check my outfit, which he usually did. “I’d like you to order us a picnic lunch.”
“Huh?”
“Picnic. You have those in America, right? Or are they banned in the great state of New York?”
“We have them, but you can’t even spread out a blanket without kicking aside a stray used needle or two.” As soon as I said it I remembered the heroin. “I…I’m sorry,” I stammered.
But my thoughtless reference didn’t make him miss a beat. “A little local color will add to the experience, I’m sure. Handle the details and we’ll go around noon.”
Did a picnic violate the terms of our deal? Ethan and I would be doing something outside of work, just the two of us, something intimate. Almost like a date. But he hadn’t suggested anything physical. It was lunch. We both had to eat, right? It seemed perfectly harmless.
Since I was working from the company petty cash fund, I called up the neighborhood yuppie café where they served giant organic sandwiches. On my budget, I would have gone for a Subway footlong. But Ethan would no doubt demand something better.
We held our picnic on a concrete bench in a sweltering park a few blocks away from the office. Dog walkers and stroller-pushers, listless from the heat, wandered by now and then, but otherwise we were alone. The humid heat pressed on us like a steam iron. My hair stuck to my cheeks as I bit into my upscale sandwich.
Ethan didn’t comment on the slabs of free-range chicken that had probably been hand-raised and read bedtime stories before being slaughtered and inserted into a sandwich. He did remove the unruly mound of bean sprouts and toss it to a nearby pigeon. The pigeon pecked at the stuff, clucked scornfully and waddled the other direction.
I couldn’t help giggling at Ethan’s wounded expression. “I wouldn’t take it personally,” I told him. “He’s a New York pigeon. He’s used to eating dog crap.”
He chuckled. “Have you lived here your whole life, Dana?”
The sheer ordinariness of the question unnerved me. “Well, except for that semester abroad in Paris, and the year I spent in Fiji with the Peace Corps. I’m joking,” I added, when he didn’t laugh.
“Oh. Well, I’m certainly familiar with your sense of humor, but I confess I don’t understand the joke. You could have done those things.”
I let out a spurt of laughter that startled the pigeon. “I had other things to do.”
“Like what?”
“Like dodge my father’s fists after a drinking binge.”
“Ah.” Ethan didn’t show sympathy or disapproval or anything else. He chewed on his stack of multi-grain goodness. “And your mother?”
“No clue. My father always said she ran away, but for all I know he has her body dismembered in a freezer somewhere.”
That earned me a sharp taste of Blue Fury.
“I’m kidding. I have a dark sense of humor. My father’s not that bad. And my stepmother would have gone for poison instead.”
A crack of laughter from Ethan. “You really are something, you know that? You fascinate me.”
I filled my mouth with sandwich so I didn’t have to answer that. I was very much afraid the fascination was mutual. We settled into a munching, digesting kind of silence. He had one ankle crossed over the opposite knee, and occasionally his bent leg would brush against mine. Every time it happened, a little jolt of awareness zinged straight to my groin. Did he know it was happening? Was he doing it deliberately?
“Your knee keeps touching me.”
“Does it?” He didn’t move away.
“That’s against the rules.”
“So sorry.” But he didn’t look sorry. He looked entirely unconcerned, even though he moved his knee away. “One of these days we must write these rules down. For instance, is all physical contact forbidden while Simon is away, or only that of a sexual nature?”
Lord, why did he have to say “sexual” with that spark in his eyes and that slant of his eyebrow? It wasn’t fair, damn it.
“Another example. I’ve been longing to tell you how delicious you look today and how the shadow of your nipples through the fabric of your blouse keeps drawing my eyes. But is verbal praise also off-limits, since I’d be unable to keep it G-rated, I’m afraid?”
“You can’t see my nipples through my blouse!” I looked down to make sure.
“Oh, yes, I can. I know what they’re doing right now. They’re just beginning to stir to life. You’re probably feeling a pleasant prickling as they become engorged. I’ve realized something about you, you know. The sound of my voice has a powerful effect on you.”
So right he was. I tried to block out his voice. Might as well try to stop the Hudson River.
“In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if I could bring you to orgasm just with my voice. I wouldn’t have to touch you at all. All I’d have to do is tell you what I wanted to do to you. I’d tell you how much I want to bend you over this bench and take you in the open air. Or how much I’d like to tie you to that birch tree over there, open your blouse and bring you to orgasm with my fist up your cunt. Sure, someone might see. For instance, those three fellows playing Frisbee over there. It’s entirely possible they’d start to notice when I tied your hands behind the tree and ripped off your blouse. Maybe they’d even come running to your rescue.”
His gravelly voice hypnotized me so I could practically picture the scene. My body melted into a shivery puddle of craving.
“And then, of course, I’d have no choice but to invite them to join us, either as witnesses or participants. They look like red-blooded, able-bodied, clean-cut gentlemen, nothing to fear. I’d have to convince them you were willing. More than willing. Eager. I’d have to show them how wet you already were, just from having your breasts exposed. You like being exposed, don’t you?”
“Stop,” I murmured. This was going into an area we’d never touched. Other men had had no place in our games so far.
As soon as I told him to stop, he did. And as soon as he did, I wanted him to start again. After all, what was the harm? He was going there in imagination only.
“Well…” I cleared my throat. “Would you let them touch my breasts?”
“I’d give them a chance, see how they behaved. Not just anyone gets to touch my Dana. Our Dana, I should say.”
I winced at the reminder of the absent Simon. But I was too caught up in Ethan’s hypothetical scenario to be bothered for long.
“Our Dana’s luscious nipples deserve nothing other than sweet tender care. Long, lingering suckles. Perhaps a man to each nipple, and one to jerk himself off as he watches. That should get you started, I’d say. You’d be making those adorable little whimpering sounds. But perhaps I’d begin to sense that you want more, that you need the grip of cold metal on your flesh.”
The image made my belly clench with need. My nipples were as hard as the bench we sat on. I thought I would suffocate if this went on much longer. I turned a pleading look on him. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of nipple clamps.
This was way over the line, totally against our rules, but I banished that thought from my mind. I nodded, biting my lip. I didn’t care who watched as he reached inside my blouse and
fastened the silver clips to my nipples. The sweet pain of it made me sag against him and sigh. Exquisite relief flooded me. I leaned against him as if he were a boulder. When I looked down, the clips were clearly visible through my blouse. But I didn’t care. Ethan would take care of me.
A woman scorned…can be damned delicious!
Burn
© 2008 Anne Rainey
Ally Ryanaldo and Blake Steele were high school sweethearts, in love and inseparable. Ally always assumed she’d be his wife, raise his babies and live happily ever after. Those dreams were shattered the day Blake left her and his small town life for the bright lights of New York City.
Now, ten years later, Blake is back—and wants to pick up where they left off. Ally has other ideas. Naughty ideas. With the help of her kinky girlfriend, Heather, Ally shows Blake her wild side.
When her little plan backfires, though, Ally’s very much afraid she may lose the only man she’s ever loved—for good.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Burn:
Every touch of his tongue to mine drew moisture to my vagina. There was so much I wanted to do to him. I wanted to taste his cock. To suck on him until he begged for mercy. I wanted to ride him, hard, and drive us both over the edge.
Blake pulled back, his eyes blazing with arousal. “I want you, baby. This has been the longest damn week of my life. Don’t send me home.”
He sounded so desperate. I understood, because I was just as greedy for him. “I want you, too.”
He closed his eyes briefly and let out a deep breath. “Thank God,” he muttered. “Where’s your bedroom?”
I stepped out of his arms. “First, I want to prepare a few things. You can wait in the living room.”
“You’re killing me, Ally.”
“Please. I’ll only be a few minutes.”
He sighed, and left the kitchen. I strode to the refrigerator and grabbed a can of whipped cream, before heading to the bedroom.
A few minutes later, I was ready for him. I walked into the living room and held out my hand. He rose to his feet and smiled. When his big, calloused fingers laced through mine, I quickly led him down the hallway. As I reached the bedroom, I went straight to the bed and switched the lamp on its dimmest setting. When I turned around, Blake’s eyes were still on me. I trembled at the wild gleam in his gaze.
He’d never been like this before. In a heartbeat, I knew I’d seriously miscalculated. The man standing in front of me was an adult male with an adult’s needs and wants. And Heather wasn’t here this time as a buffer.
Blake came to me and stroked my arm, bringing gooseflesh to the surface. His gaze touched everywhere at once. “When I saw you touching and playing with Heather it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. But I’m glad to have you alone. You’re so much prettier than I remember.” He looked me over, stopping on my breasts. “Your breasts are bigger. Damn, just look at you, baby. I could gobble you up right now.”
I didn’t know what to say. For a moment, I just stood there and wallowed in his praise. It was good to hear compliments from him. The deep tone of his voice turned my blood to liquid lava.
“Before things get too carried away, I wanted to ask you something.”
“Anything, Ally. You can ask me anything you want.” He seemed to think about that statement and added, “Except no more threesomes.”
“Will you let me experiment a little?”
His eyebrows shot up. “Again?”
Instead of explaining, I reached over and picked up one of the scarves tied to the bedpost closest to me and waved it in the air.
“You want to be tied down?”
I shook my head. “No. I want to tie you down.”
Blake licked his lips and ran a hand through his hair. He eyed the bed, then pinned me with a suspicious glare. “This isn’t some sort of trick, is it?”
It was my turn to frown. “What do you mean?”
“You don’t plan to exact some sort of revenge by tying me to your bed and then leaving me there to rot why you go off to have sex with Heather?”
I laughed. “No. Nothing like that. She really is in Florida. No worries there.”
Still he hesitated. “You know me. I like to be in control. And I really want to touch you. If I’m tied down, I won’t be able to. That would really suck.”
I held firm. “This is the way I want it, Blake.”
Several seconds passed, before he said, “For you, baby, I’ll do it.”
I sucked air into my lungs as he started to strip out of his shirt. Some small part of me had hoped he’d say no. I’d be off the hook. But he was submitting. I was so out of my league.
As he pushed his work boots off and unzipped his jeans, my eyes fairly bulged out. His cock was much bigger than I remembered.
Oh, my.
“Undress for me,” Blake demanded as he sat on the edge of the mattress.
Staring at his nude body caused moisture to pool in my hot center. It was incredible to watch him sitting there. Waiting for me. I felt a power like never before. I wanted to make him squirm a little first, though. I wasn’t about to make this easy on him. Even though it was tempting to swiftly strip out of my shorts and tank and sit on his fat cock, that wasn’t the way this was going to play out.
Stepping away a few feet, I turned around and gave him my back. My sandals went first as I slid my feet out of them, then I bent low at the waist, pushing my jean-covered ass in his face. I could hear him hum with pleasure. It urged me on. My fingers trailed from my feet and ankles, then to my calves. I stroked the twin columns of my legs slowly, deliberately. As I straightened, I slipped my fingers beneath my tank and slid it upwards, baring the lower half of my torso.
“More, baby. I need to see you or I’ll go insane.”
I laughed, feeling devilish, then slipped the tank over my head and tossed it to the floor. I cupped my heavy breasts in my palms and flung my head back on a sigh of pleasure. I massaged the aching peaks with great care, my body so keyed up I could barely stand. All my erogenous zones were on full alert.
“Turn around.”
I was tempted. Blake’s voice was a whip of command. The deep sound had me shivering like a schoolgirl. “Not yet,” I managed to say.
“You were never like this before,” he grumbled. “You always gave me what I wanted.”
My fingers plucked at my raspberry nipples as I attempted to answer him coherently. “I know. But I’m a big girl now. This time, it’s not all about you.”
“It was never just about me,” Blake argued. “And the threesome sure as hell wasn’t just for me. You craved it as much as I did. Admit it.”
I turned my head and looked right into his eyes when I answered him. “I did crave it. I wanted you and Heather.”
His smile was predatory. He looked like a tiger ready to pounce. “Then come here. Let me make you feel good, baby.”
It was hard to stand firm, but I was intent on proving my point. “No. Not this time. This time, I’m in control,” I reiterated.
I heard the mattress springs creak, and then he was there. Right in front of me, drinking me in with his gorgeous baby blues.
“You’re being very naughty, baby.” His gaze zeroed in on my hands still playing with my nipples. “Fuck, just look at you. You’re so damn sexy. My sweet angel. I could slip to my knees right now and lick you dry. You’d like it, I know you would.”
I shook my head. “You’re not following the rules. This is my show. You’ll be a good boy and sit back down.”
“Or what?” he taunted as a calloused finger touched my cheek and stroked.
“Or I’ll send you home right now. You won’t get a single taste of my body if you don’t do as I say.”
Blake ran a hand threw his hair and groaned. “Jesus, you’re killing me.”
“No, I’m showing you how a grown up Ally Ryanaldo likes her sex.”
Blake’s gaze shot to mine, all at once furious. “You’ve done this with other men?”
; My answer was immediate. Hell, I wanted to torture him with sex, not drive the man into a jealous frenzy. “No. To be honest, my writing takes most of my time. Other than talking to the characters in my books, I’m pretty much a recluse.”
He looked at me for another few seconds, then smiled. “I’ll sit back down and follow your rules.”
As he went back to the bed and sat, I wanted to sigh in relief. I didn’t get the chance.
“But after you’re done proving whatever is you’re trying to prove, it’ll be my turn. And I won’t be slow and gentle either, little Ally.”
SoloPlay
Miranda Baker
It takes two to toy with love.
Come Again, Book 2
When librarian Alisa Mane’s boyfriend accuses her of being frigid, she sets out to prove him wrong the only way she knows how—with research.
A visit to the local sex shop uncovers the sizzling sensuality locked beneath her cool façade, and she eagerly accepts the opportunity to test sex toys for SoloPlay Enterprises. Under the code name “Sologirl”, she begins exploring her body on her own terms. After all, no one was ever rejected by a vibrator.
Mark Winters needs his new DoublePlay line of toys to hit big, and there’s only one tester for the job—Sologirl. She fires his imagination with playfully erotic reviews and never fails to pick a winner. There’s only one problem—Sologirl refuses to test the DoublePlay toys for couples. With his company’s success on the line, he decides to make his offer again, up close and in person.
One look at the icy hot Mark and Alisa realizes he’s her best chance to discover if any man can satisfy her. A red-hot month of experimentation more than answers that question, but now Alisa has another problem—DoublePlay is almost ready for production and her feelings for Mark have nothing to do with business. Is she brave enough to continue playing…with her heart?
Warning: This book contains a sexy librarian, an icy hot businessman, scandalous emails, scorching male/female and female/female play time, and vibrating, well…everything.
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