room. I plot revenge as I go. Once this is all over and my sister is safe, I will find a way to get even with this arrogant dom.
We head up a staircase carpeted in red and stop after we pass a few doors. I’m thankful few people see me, but my whole being heats with humiliation when some male and female members walk by and give both me and my dom an appreciative perusal.
Emile leaves us and wishes us a pleasant stay. Damien swipes the keycard through the silver lock and lets us inside.
The door clicks shut, sealing me in alone with him. A sense of doom and anticipation bloom in my stomach.
He walks toward me, and when his hand encircles my elbow, I blurt, “I’m not sleeping with you.”
Damien chuckles that damnable chuckle. Then he pins me with a smoldering gaze as he brings his face closer to mine. “Here’s something to think about. We need to make this good, convincing. For all we know, there could be spies inside this resort, reporting to David or Drake. Whoever our embezzler is. This room could be wired.”
“You’re being paranoid.” I wrinkle my nose at him, scoot back a step to make space between us. I don’t like the way he’s getting to me. Damien is utterly too male and too gorgeous for my own good.
“We have to be paranoid, have to be careful. Your sister’s life depends on it.” He continues to hold my wrist, and now he strokes his thumb back and forth over the big vein that beats with my erratic pulse.
My sister. Thoughts of her life in jeopardy put my pride on the back burner. I inhale deeply then whisper back, “Look … I don’t know a lot about the rules involved in this whole BDSM lifestyle. You’re going to have to coach me.” I hate being vulnerable like this with him, but my options are limited, and if I’m going to play the part well I need his guidance.
One corner of his mouth crooks up. He takes his time replying, drawing my wrist up to his lips first and kissing it, then flitting the tip of his tongue over my sensitive skin. “It’ll be a pleasure, Mistress O.”
“But I’m still not having sex with you.”
The corner of his mouth lifts higher. “We’ll see.”
“Excuse me?”
“I can be a very convincing man.”
I shiver as he trails kisses up to the fold of my elbow. I try to jerk my arm away but he holds me. His free hand snakes around my bare waist and I feel as if his touch scalds me. Wetness slickens my sex and I curse my traitorous desire.
At my ear, he stops and tugs on the lobe with his teeth before saying, “We’ll keep it simple tonight. Vanilla bdsm for the new girl. I won’t fuck you yet, sweetheart.”
“You bet you won’t!” I jerk back and finally get some space. I need to get my breathing and response to him under control.
“Only with your consent,” he says as he walks toward the bed while removing his blazer. “I’ll never do anything you don’t want me to. But I plan to have you begging for it by the time I’m done.”
I feel my eyebrows shoot upward. “Never!”
He continues stripping. We’ll see, sweetheart.”
***
Read an excerpt from a sizzling Wild & Lawless release Surrender Forever Surrender Series Volume 1 by Anita Lawless.
Surrender To A Sex Therapist
(Surrender Series Volume 1, Part 1)
By Anita Lawless
I enjoyed my new job so much it was almost too good to be true. An old friend of Dad’s from the precinct, Sherri Taylor, had landed me the interview with Dmitri Nichvalodov, and I’d become the secretary of this prominent sex therapist three weeks ago. At first I’d had reservation about working for him. Not that I was a prude, but I knew little about sex--I’d only been with two men in my life, and one was a disappointing fumbler at best--plus I’d heard Dmitri was a stunner. Being introverted and a social kumquat, my reservations stemmed from the fact there was a good chance I’d stumble over my words, or tip over a coffee table, and make a complete ass of myself. I tended to do just that when I was
We head up a staircase carpeted in red and stop after we pass a few doors. I’m thankful few people see me, but my whole being heats with humiliation when some male and female members walk by and give both me and my dom an appreciative perusal.
Emile leaves us and wishes us a pleasant stay. Damien swipes the keycard through the silver lock and lets us inside.
The door clicks shut, sealing me in alone with him. A sense of doom and anticipation bloom in my stomach.
He walks toward me, and when his hand encircles my elbow, I blurt, “I’m not sleeping with you.”
Damien chuckles that damnable chuckle. Then he pins me with a smoldering gaze as he brings his face closer to mine. “Here’s something to think about. We need to make this good, convincing. For all we know, there could be spies inside this resort, reporting to David or Drake. Whoever our embezzler is. This room could be wired.”
“You’re being paranoid.” I wrinkle my nose at him, scoot back a step to make space between us. I don’t like the way he’s getting to me. Damien is utterly too male and too gorgeous for my own good.
“We have to be paranoid, have to be careful. Your sister’s life depends on it.” He continues to hold my wrist, and now he strokes his thumb back and forth over the big vein that beats with my erratic pulse.
My sister. Thoughts of her life in jeopardy put my pride on the back burner. I inhale deeply then whisper back, “Look … I don’t know a lot about the rules involved in this whole BDSM lifestyle. You’re going to have to coach me.” I hate being vulnerable like this with him, but my options are limited, and if I’m going to play the part well I need his guidance.
One corner of his mouth crooks up. He takes his time replying, drawing my wrist up to his lips first and kissing it, then flitting the tip of his tongue over my sensitive skin. “It’ll be a pleasure, Mistress O.”
“But I’m still not having sex with you.”
The corner of his mouth lifts higher. “We’ll see.”
“Excuse me?”
“I can be a very convincing man.”
I shiver as he trails kisses up to the fold of my elbow. I try to jerk my arm away but he holds me. His free hand snakes around my bare waist and I feel as if his touch scalds me. Wetness slickens my sex and I curse my traitorous desire.
At my ear, he stops and tugs on the lobe with his teeth before saying, “We’ll keep it simple tonight. Vanilla bdsm for the new girl. I won’t fuck you yet, sweetheart.”
“You bet you won’t!” I jerk back and finally get some space. I need to get my breathing and response to him under control.
“Only with your consent,” he says as he walks toward the bed while removing his blazer. “I’ll never do anything you don’t want me to. But I plan to have you begging for it by the time I’m done.”
I feel my eyebrows shoot upward. “Never!”
He continues stripping. We’ll see, sweetheart.”
***
Read an excerpt from a sizzling Wild & Lawless release Surrender Forever Surrender Series Volume 1 by Anita Lawless.
Surrender To A Sex Therapist
(Surrender Series Volume 1, Part 1)
By Anita Lawless
I enjoyed my new job so much it was almost too good to be true. An old friend of Dad’s from the precinct, Sherri Taylor, had landed me the interview with Dmitri Nichvalodov, and I’d become the secretary of this prominent sex therapist three weeks ago. At first I’d had reservation about working for him. Not that I was a prude, but I knew little about sex--I’d only been with two men in my life, and one was a disappointing fumbler at best--plus I’d heard Dmitri was a stunner. Being introverted and a social kumquat, my reservations stemmed from the fact there was a good chance I’d stumble over my words, or tip over a coffee table, and make a complete ass of myself. I tended to do just that when I was
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