A Taste of Twilight by Aubrey Ross

leather cuffs encircling his wrists and ankles. It took Jessie a moment to recognize Rafe’s features. His body was thin, lacking the muscular symmetry she’d admired in the dressing room.
    I was much younger then.
    “Do you understand why you are here?” Antonelli’s gaze swept Rafe’s body before returning to his face. The gag distorted his expression. “You are meant for greater things than you can possibly imagine. I am willing to teach you, to guide you, but you must be willing to learn.”
    He shook his head and twisted, fighting the restraints with all his strength. His fury ricocheted through Jessie. He cursed his helplessness and mentally damned the bitch to hell.
    Antonelli studied his face, a smile curving her lips. “Such spirit. I knew I had to have you as I listened to you sing. Your voice resonates with passion.” She sat on the edge of the bed and stroked his face. Rafe jerked away from her light touch. “I am not going to hurt you, but I must insist on your cooperation for one month. If you see no value in my lessons at the end of that time, I will release you.”
    He glared up at her as he clenched and unclenched his hands. Emotions burst within Jessie—anger, frustration and desire. Rafe was tempted by Antonelli’s offer, which only made him loathe his own weakness. She had him bound and helpless. He should feel nothing but disdain.
    “Do you sense the strength of his spirit, my love?” She looked at Faelon. “You should think about transforming him.”
    “If he excels as you believe he will, I shall consider it.” Faelon stood back, ever watchful, his arms folded across his chest.
    Pushing to her feet beside the bed, Antonelli untied the belt on her dressing gown and shrugged out of the simple garment. Rafe’s eyes widened and his gaze darted to Faelon. Why was he just standing there? Was this woman his wife?
    “Carnality.” Antonelli paused, waiting for Rafe to look at her. “It is a tool, a weapon, but few comprehend its power or have the skills to use it effectively. I will teach you, Rafael. Are you willing to learn?”
    Rafe forced his dry throat to swallow. Even as he shook his head, refusing her offer, his gaze descended. Her breasts were high and round, her nipples tightly puckered. Her woman’s mound was smooth, like the rest of her skin. Why had she removed the hair? He didn’t want to respond to her nakedness, but already his cock hardened. His gaze shot again to the man. The woman obviously meant to couple with him, but what role would the man serve?
    “Your very nature is carnal. I hear it in your voice and see it in your eyes. You could be my greatest student, if you let yourself learn.” Antonelli licked her lips and ran her index finger along his thigh. “You are wonderfully made. Long and lean, with the promise of a greater strength to come. I will teach you how to use your fingers, your lips, your teeth, your tongue. You will learn how to heighten pleasure with anticipation, how to control and focus, dominate and surrender.” She closed her fingers around his cock, rubbing the tip with her thumb. “Look at me, Rafael. Have you ever tasted passion?”
    His cock lengthened and thickened within her grasp. How could he resist such temptation? She crawled onto the bed at his side, parting her thighs, displaying her folds and dusky passage. He wanted to touch her, thrust inside, and learn all the wicked skills she’d promised to teach him.
    “Would you like to touch me?” Desire pulled his balls up tight against his body. He closed his eyes and bit down hard on the gag. “There is no shame in your desire. Shall I pleasure you with my mouth? Would you like that?” His eyes flew open and his arms flexed, his hands tightly fisted. She chuckled. “What is he thinking, Faelon? I don’t want to overwhelm him.”
    “Desire has already overcome his fear, but he resents being bound. His actual experience is minimal, though he has entertained extremely adventurous