Warning: Adult Content!
Title:
Rough Surrender
Author:
Cari Silverwood
Genre:
BDSM, Historical Romance/Fantasy, Mystery, Romance, Suspense,
Publisher:
Lyrical Press
Ebook
Words:
78,000
Purchase:
Book
Description:
At a
time when airplanes are as new-fangled and sensational as the
telephone, Faith dares to fly.
The one
territory she has not explored is her own sexuality. In Leonhardt she
discovers the man who can teach her how a woman surrenders her body
and her mind. However, Leonhardt has a shadowed past and his own
learning to do. He doesn't have the right to keep Faith from flying,
even if he thinks airplanes are flimsy death-traps made of canvas,
timber and their inventor's prayers.
Faith
has her limits, Leonhardt has his flaws, and sometimes the nicest
people get murdered by unscrupulous bastards. Even if Leonhardt can
save the woman he loves, the battle for Faith’s heart will be the
hardest one of all.
WARNING:
BDSM, anal sex, orgasms galore, and a Dom who likes to claim his
property with pen, ink and bondage.
Excerpt:
“That’s better. Relax, darling.
You’re meant to enjoy this.” His hands moved, untangling and
unrolling the last lengths of her hair, drifting lower, following the
contours of her upper back to her waist and circling her there,
pausing for a moment before leisurely curving across the mounds of
her bottom.
What she was allowing this man to do
stunned her.
“You have lovely hair, Faith, a
beautiful body. I could touch you like this all night.” He kissed
her neck, tickling her with small nibbles. “I’m taking your dress
off now. Your answer, my dear?”
An answer? He wanted speech when her
throat had seized up? “Yes. Sir.”
The wall behind the chaise lounge was
cream...the lounge was timber and blue and her legs shook. Already.
From the sound, he’d knelt then his
hands encompassed her ankles and ran a little way up beneath the
dress. Cool air caressed her body as he took the garment up. “Raise
your arms, Faith.”
She did so. The dress pooled on the
lounge where he tossed it. She’d never stood before a man in her
underwear before--in corset, drawers and stockings--and this was a
man who knew how to control her with mere words. The longing to know
what he meant to do made her breath come harsh to her ears. Her lips
parted.
“I like a woman who obeys my
commands.” He rested his hands on her shoulders.
Before she could stop herself a small
noise escaped her lips.
“Do you have a question?” His
hands moved on her muscles, massaging and spreading a delicious
warmth that pooled in her breasts and groin.
“Yes. Uh, sir.”
“Ask then.”
“I don’t obey.” She let her head
slowly drop forward as he continued the massage, and his body moved
in to mold against her back. A hard length pressed along the crevice
of her bottom. “I don’t. Not normally. Just you. And here. Uh.
That’s all, so nice.”
He laughed a little, softly, near her
ear. “I could tell you liked it, sweetheart. Obeying me here and
now is all I want.” He stepped away, keeping a single finger in the
center of her back. “I’m going to take off the rest of your
clothes, Faith and bind you.”
Oh my God.
“Now is when you should say, no, my
dear. Then I’ll go.”
She licked her
lips. Say, no? And miss what her body craved? He’d done what he had
at the workshop--made her throb exquisitely in all her private
places. She said nothing, wanting, needing,
to see what else he could do.
“You want me to stay then.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good.” This time she heard
roughness in his voice. “Good.”
He drew off her shoes, her drawers,
her hose and corset until she waited there naked with the air
caressing her skin. The man in her room was still clothed...and she
was naked. Her heart thudded, fast and anxious.
“Put your wrists together, behind
your back.” His voice softened as he moved away. Something knocked,
then came muted noises. Mr. Meisner returned and stopped there, just
behind her, within reach, where she couldn’t see, waiting.
She sucked in a breath, let it out
slowly, and did as he ordered--put her arms at her back. He wrapped
some sort of rope around her wrists, tightened the bindings until she
could do no more than twist her hands one against the other.
“The curtain cords,” he murmured.
“Being an engineer, I like to use chains and metal when I can, but
this will do, for your first time. How does that feel, Faith?” He
set his hands on her hips. His skin on her naked skin. She shuddered,
feeling wetness seep between her legs. “Turn around and look at me.
Now.”
Of a sudden, seeing him looking at her
was scarier than staring at the wall and knowing he did things to her
behind her back. She bowed her head, felt her hands again--roped
together. The position made her breasts jut out and as she looked,
her nipples puckered and poked out like fat buttons.
“Faith. Turn and face me.”
“Yes, sir.” She
shuffled around and his hands stayed on her, sliding at her hips,
just above there,
where she ached. His big brown eyes were on her and she couldn’t
help but look up into them and be caught, the sensation turning
topsy-turvy, messing with every thought in her head. Mr. Meisner had
her in his hands.
“There, love. I do believe you like
this.” His eyes crinkled and his mouth moved in the most
heartwarming smile she’d yet observed. “You don’t need to
answer that. I can see. In this.” He put both hands on her breasts,
cupping them then brushing each thumb once across her nipples.
“Oh.” She swayed and found her
eyes half closing.
“And this.” Deliberately, while
his gaze still locked with hers, he let one hand leave her breast,
trail down her stomach, across the triangle of hair...
No. He wouldn’t.
She tugged at the ropes around her wrists but nothing gave. Her
helplessness fed into the heaviness curling tight and low in her
stomach. The nub of flesh inches from his fingers peaked and
hardened. She tensed then arched into his hold, and still he watched.
His hand slid between her legs and
paused there. “You’ve no hair on your lips down here, Faith.”
His eyebrows rose a smidgeon.
He wanted her to
speak? Just
being there, still, his finger confused her, kept her thoughts
centered on the minute details of what he did. “I...I remove it. A
friend in Paris showed me. For cleanliness and all...um.” Her
explanation trailed away, swallowed by the sensations bubbling up.
“Hmm, I like the result.” His
gentle baritone hum...the spot his finger touched...her nakedness and
the power this man had over her, and, oh, the way he watched, it all
roiled deliciously around inside her.
She gulped then
held her breath as...his finger followed the line of her slit, where
wetness collected, and slow as a tongue licking the edge of an ice
cream, nudged aside her lips, and dipped inside her. There.
Oh. Yes.
A coil of simmering energy seemed to squeeze down into the tightest
ball, and quiver to be released. His thumb found her nub and pressed
down firmly. Over and over and over.
Her heart stopped. The room shattered.
Her breath came out in a choking squeak from her gaping mouth.
Nothing existed except the storm of pleasure bursting upward from
where he probed and pressed. Unable to stop herself, she jerked and
moaned through each wave of the storm until her body was wrung dry of
the very last shudder.
When the room centered and she raised
her eyelids, Mr. Meisner held her in his arms, snuggled to his chest.
He rubbed her back, just like he had on the boat. “There you go,
sweetheart. Lord. Never seen any woman orgasm that easily. You do
like this. Do you understand? You like being tied up.”
About
the Author:
Though
I’d much rather stay invisible and spin you all tales with my
words, here’s a little snippet of my world.
I have a
lovely family, here in Australia, with the prerequisite teenager who
dwells in the dark bedroom catacombs…a husband who raises eyebrows
when he catches glimpses of what I write, and a furry menagerie of
other animals barking, meowing, and swimming about the place.
I write
stories that will blast you from your bed & heroes who will drag
you back there by your hair and ravish you endlessly - think kink,
adventure and alpha men.
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the Author:
Another great post. Thanks Cari :)
ReplyDeletermwyer at shaw dot ca
Glad you enjoy. :)
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