by Lexi Blake
“Breakfast.” She gave him a little salute with her free hand. “I can manage that.”
“In addition to our duties at Top, we will now be taking on the additional task of appearing to be a long-term D/s couple and we need to talk about what that should look like.” Another thing he’d been thinking about ever since that moment the trap had closed around him. “You know you probably could have gotten us out of this assignment. It’s much more difficult for the Dom to say no. The sub always holds the power. Is there a reason you didn’t use yours today?”
“I didn’t want to,” she replied simply. “I don’t have a full-time Dom and I thought it would be interesting to see what that’s like.”
“You know nothing about how I function as a dominant partner.”
“And now I do. You like rules and schedules and you tend to be very fair.”
“I can be quite exacting in my standards.”
“I can be quite flexible,” she shot back as the sexiest smile crossed her face. “I’m serious about that. I can still do the splits and everything.”
“You’re far too reckless, Tiffany.”
“You’re far too uptight, Sebastian.”
“Well, I’ve found being reckless and following an emotional path tends to lead a man into trouble.”
“Sometimes trouble can be fun.”
“And sometimes it can lead to tragedy.”
She sobered a bit, leaning toward him. Her voice softened. “Yes, but anything can lead to tragedy, Sebastian. You can do absolutely nothing wrong, make all the right moves, and still have things end in tragedy. But real happiness and joy, those don’t tend to come along without some risk. Those things are worth it.”
BOUND TO SUBMIT
Blasphemy Book 1
By Laura Kaye
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12 Masters.
Infinite Fantasies.
Welcome to Blasphemy…
He thinks he caused her pain, but she knows he’s the only one who can heal her…
Kenna Sloane lost her career and her arm in the Marines, and now she feels like she’s losing herself. Submission is the only thing that ever freed her from pain and made her feel secure, and Kenna needs to serve again. Bad. The only problem is the Dom she wants once refused her submission and broke her heart, but, scarred on the inside and out, she’s not looking for love this time. She’s not even sure she’s capable.
Griffin Hudson is haunted by the mistakes that cost him the only woman he ever loved. Now she’s back at his BDSM club, Blasphemy, and more beautiful than ever, and she’s asking for his help with the pain he knows he caused. Even though he’s scared to hurt her again, he can’t refuse her, because he’d give anything to earn a second chance. And this time, he’ll hold on forever.
* * * *
By the time Griffin was done tying the knots on Kenna’s ankles, adrenaline was flooding through him, gathering force and picking up steam. The rigor, tightness, and demanding positions of Shibari alone could put a submissive into subspace, but it could also give the Rigger an adrenaline rush of his own. Both sides could experience a euphoric response. And he was definitely feeling that just then.
From the position on his knees, he peered up at Kenna’s face and knew immediately—so was she. Her eyelids appeared heavy and her muscles relaxed, almost like she was in a trance-like state. She was swaying just the littlest bit, which meant she was starting to lose touch with the physical reality around her.
All of which was fucking perfect.
He rose and grasped her cheeks. And then he kissed her. Because he couldn’t not kiss her. He needed to taste her beauty and her submission right from her lips. And the moan she unleashed, like his kiss had plugged her back into her body, was so desperate that his cock jerked. “Tell me how bad you want it,” he rasped.
“God, please,” she said.
“Tell me how bad you need it,” he said, forehead pressed to hers.
Her gray eyes pleaded. “My pussy is aching so bad, Master.”
Fuck, there was that name again. “Tell me you want me to take care of you, to give you everything you need.”
“Yes. God, yes, Sir. You. I want you.”
Christ. He couldn’t wait another second. Without warning, he scooped her into his arms and gently laid her on the mat. When she cried out in surprise, he chuckled. “This is only the beginning, little one.”
He left her there, needing a moment to center himself. Because he was about to suspend her from the ceiling, and that meant he needed to make sure he was following every step and procedure. Using a switch on the wall, he lowered two chains attached to a spreader bar using a motorized pulley system in the ceiling until the bar reached the floor.
Even from where he stood ten feet away, he could see Kenna’s chest rising and falling faster, so she was aware of what was about to happen.
Kneeling at her feet again, he used high-capacity carabiner clips to secure the spreader bar to the knots. And then he crawled up her body, exploring her along the way with his tongue. Against the insides of her knees. The insides of her thighs. Along the ropes between her legs that pushed her lips together.
He paused there, helpless to resist, and plunged his tongue between her folds, teasing her clit and tasting her slick arousal over and over. Kenna cried out and tried to arch, but the ropes were so intricate upon her body that they held her prisoner.
And, God, he fucking liked that. He liked it a lot.
But he also knew that lying on the knots he’d tied all across her back would quickly become uncomfortable, and that he didn’t want. He crawled up further to place a soft kiss on her mouth. “Slow and steady, little one. Ready?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
He stepped away from her and pulled a remote control from his back pocket, and then the low whirr of the motor sounded out and slowly lifted Kenna’s legs into the air. And then her torso. And then her head and shoulders. Until she was hanging upside down by the spreader bar, her head maybe three feet off the ground.
Coming up behind her, he collected the length of her hair into his fist and then wrapped it in a hair band to keep it from falling in her face.
“Christ, you are a vision,” he said, walking around her as she slowly spun. “I’ve got half a mind to photograph you like this. Are you okay?”
“Yes, Sir. Green. It’s really intense…after so long,” she said.
Which was why he was diving right in. “I know, Kenna,” he said, unzipping his pants as he came to stand in front of her. “But I’ll take care of you. If you start to have concerns, speak freely or hum three times if your mouth isn’t free. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Then suck my cock.” He freed his erection, aligned perfectly with her face, and pushed his jeans down past his hips. With a moan, she opened her mouth and sucked him in. He had to grit his teeth to keep from shouting out, because being inside her after all this time was blowing his mind—and reducing his restraint. “That’s it. Move your head. Suck me good.”
She did. Damnit all to hell, but she did.
It was so good that he couldn’t hold himself still. He grasped the ropes near her breasts to leverage their movements as his hips started to move. And then he was fucking her mouth, sinking deep, making demands of her that she was meeting like a champ.
“God, Kenna. Take me. Take all of me,” he ground out as he buried himself in her throat and grasped the back of her head to stay there. “Hold it. That’s it. Hold it, baby.”
Finally, he pulled out, and she gasped for air, but she was also smiling and licking her lips. “More, please.”
“Okay, I’ll give you more. But don’t you fucking come until I do. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir. Please, Sir.”
He got up close and penetrated her mouth again, and she immediately swallowed him down, and then he embraced her body and planted his mouth between her legs. Licking, rubbing, sucking. She screamed around his thrusting cock as h
e plundered her pussy with his lips and tongue and teeth. Wrapping his arms around the backs of her thighs, he added his fingers to the sensual torture, holding her open with one hand and fingering her with the other. When his fingers were slick with her arousal, he moved to her rear opening and pressed in.
She unleashed another garbled scream.
“Don’t you fucking come, Kenna. Not before you drink mine down. Do you hear me?” he growled, his finger sinking deep into her ass.
She moaned in response. It was all she could do.
All she could do except suck him for all she was worth. Which she did until he was squeezing his eyes shut and thinking about every unsexy thing he could just to hold back.
But, fuck, he’d never been good at resisting her ability to deep throat. And she kept impaling the back of her throat on the head of his cock and holding herself there.
He was a goner.
On a shout, he came. He came so hard that his grip on the rope might’ve been all that was keeping him on his feet.
“Swallow, baby. Take everything I give you,” he rasped. When the most intense part of his orgasm ended, he withdrew from her mouth and said one word, “Come.”
He went at her ferociously again, sucking her clit into his mouth, strumming it with his tongue, and finger-fucking her tight hole. Kenna came almost instantly, gasping and then crying out, her muscles clenching around his thrusting finger. Her whole body seemed to spasm, making the suspension spin. Griffin wiped his face and tucked his semi-hard cock away. “Yes, Kenna. Yes. I’m gonna need more of that from you, little one.”
And he knew just how to get more, too.
DANGEROUS PROTECTOR
Aegis Group Book 5
By Sidney Bristol
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Retired Navy SEAL Marco Benally knows the cost of right and wrong, and he's willing to pay the price. After his family's home is stolen out from under them by a company covering up their illegal activities, Marco takes matters into his own hands. No cost is too great to reclaim the generational homestead. Even if that means someone else has to take the fall. Or that's what he tells himself until he meets her. The woman with the tight skirt, tall heels and darkness in her eyes. One night, one lie to get the evidence he needs and then it's over. Or at least that's what he tells himself.
Fiona Goero survives by following very careful rules. She's lived more of her life in Witness Protection than out of it. As one of the Internet's Most Wanted for helping the FBI put away a group of hackers, she is never safe. She's the traitor. The hacker who turned against her own. For one night she wants to indulge her every desire. To be held. To feel again. What should have been a passionate encounter becomes a snarled mess of lies and spies. Someone close to her is not only using her, they're trying to kill her. Her one-night-stand might be the only thing between her and being six foot under.
Marco is a man on a mission to set things right before Fiona discovers that not all of the danger can be laid at her enemies' feet. The greatest danger Fiona faces just might be from Marco—the man she's falling for.
Warning: Stubborn heroes fall the hardest.
* * * *
Marco Benally swirled the ice cubes in his glass, each clink ratcheting up the tension coiled between his shoulder blades.
She should have been here already.
His source had put his mark here every Friday at five, like clockwork.
So where the hell was she?
The downtown Denver bar was full of the young, trendy office crowd. They didn’t need shit on them to smell. Most of the ones clustered around the bar worked for NueEnergy, a company that touted themselves as the second coming for green electric alternatives.
NueEnergy was about as green as what came out the back end of his Harley.
He turned, surveying the happy hour crowd in their designer suits and fashionable hoopla.
When sludge started coming up out of the ground a couple acres from his parent’s place in Moab, they’d trusted the authorities to get to the bottom of it and fix things.
That was nearly four years ago.
The sludge was still there, and his family had been forced off the property they’d owned for generations.
Life had taught Marco one very important rule, something the SEALs had instilled in him: if he wanted a job done right, he had to do it himself.
It was time to take matters into his own hands.
Which brought him back to his—
There.
She paused in the entry, her gaze traveling over the bar, no doubt looking for any one of her co-workers.
He shouldn’t stare, but fuck.
The pictures his partner had scrounged up hadn’t done her justice.
Her gaze slid over his, then snapped back, their eyes locking. He took a slow sip of his drink, simply enjoying looking at her.
Fiona Goero.
At least that was what she wanted her co-workers to call her.
It’d taken Marco’s guy quite a while to find the loose link in NueEnergy’s armor, and it was just his luck it wore sky-high heels and a tight skirt.
She turned her head, breaking their momentary contact, and strode around the bar.
Fiona’s real name was a mystery. Even Marco’s contact hadn’t been able to find anything on her dating farther back than fifteen years. It was as though she’d simply been breathed to life as a perfectly formed, twenty-year-old girl.
And man, oh man, was she a woman now.
Marco knew everything there was to know about Fiona. And that wasn’t a lot. She didn’t have so much as a parking ticket to mar her good name. She’d either remade herself into Fiona, or she was some sort of espionage plant. The ultimate Trojan horse.
Either way, she was his mark, his way into NueEnergy, and he had one shot of hooking her tonight. How, exactly, he wasn’t so sure.
Maybe he should have paid extra to get Ghost in on the ground floor. This was exactly the sort of thing that crazy fuck got off on.
Marco watched Fiona approach a thick knot of people, noted the weary smile, how she smoothed her hair and clothes perfectly into place. At exactly three paces, she flipped some sort of switch and the lights went on. She…beamed. The group parted, accepting her into their midst and closing ranks around her.
Well, hell.
Either he went into the fashion show after her, or he waited for her to come out.
The minutes ticked by and he watched her reflection in the bar mirror. She spoke with everyone, soft smiles, slight nods. More accurately, everyone spoke at her and she listened. Not many gave her a chance to speak.
There was a hunger…a deep longing staring out of her eyes that unsettled Marco, because he understood it. What it was like to be on the outside…looking in.
Fuck.
He downed the rest of his glass and tossed a few bills onto the bar. If he was going there, if that’s where his head was, he had no business being in the field right now. He had time. Tonight was shitty anyway. His cousin should be released from prison any minute now and Marco needed to be on pick-up duty for his aunt’s sake.
“One, please.” Fiona leaned past his stool and rested her elbows against the bar. She’d shed her suit jacket, though it did nothing to detract from her buttoned-up appearance.
She glanced over her shoulder at him, plump lips slightly parted. Her brown hair was pulled up into a sleek bun he wanted to…mess up.
“This seat taken?” she asked.
“It is now.” Marco nodded at the bartender and added a few more bills to the pile. When opportunity knocked, he sat his ass down and paid attention.
“This doesn’t exactly look like your kind of place.” She slid onto the stool, knees tilted toward him. Prim and proper.
“What kind of place should I be at?”
“Hm.” Fiona cocked her head to the side. Her eyes were a little blood-shot and there was something…tense…about her posture. Yet she pursued him for a moment. “A biker bar?”
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p; “Bike’s outside. This,” he spread his hands, “is now a biker bar.”
“Thanks.” She took the pint of beer the bartender slid her way with a smile. “I’ve never been to a biker bar before.”
Marco watched her, not entirely sure what to do with that piece of information. Was it a hint? He accepted his second drink and left it on the bar with no intention of drinking it. He had a full night ahead of him, and one drink was his self-imposed max.
“Biker bar’s just like any other bar, I guess. Just more noise.” He shrugged and leaned back on the stool.
What game was she playing at? He knew what he was here for, but what was she doing? Fiona had come to him, but why?
Fiona bit her lip and looked at him. The gaze was full of questions.
“You’re looking at me like you want to fuck me.” Marco lifted his glass to his lips, more for show than an actual drink.
A red blush tinged Fiona’s cheeks and her gaze went back to the bar top.
“Sorry, was that too crass?”
“You aren’t sorry.” She drew in the condensation clinging to her pint glass.
“Not really.”
“What’s it like?”
“What?”
“Always saying what you think?”
“I just open my mouth.” Marco shrugged. She was getting at something, he just had to give her a little time to get there.
“I couldn’t imagine saying what I think half the time.”
“Sure you can. Try it.” He turned his chair, his knees capturing hers, forcing her to face him. “Tell me what you’re thinking, right now.”
Fiona’s lips worked soundlessly, her hazel eyes going dark.
She had his curiosity piqued now. Just what was it the pretty lady wanted to say?
ABOUT LEXI BLAKE
Lexi Blake lives in North Texas with her husband, three kids, and the laziest rescue dog in the world. She began writing at a young age, concentrating on plays and journalism. It wasn’t until she started writing romance that she found success. She likes to find humor in the strangest places. Lexi believes in happy endings no matter how odd the couple, threesome or foursome may seem. She also writes contemporary Western ménage as Sophie Oak.