Psychology postgrad Evelyn Maier eschews men and sex. Her joy’s in work and travel—like her upcoming trip to Africa. But her vacation is cancelled when she inadvertently enters a dangerous, illicit sex game. Without warning, she finds herself ensnared by a smoldering Dominant who pulls orgasms from her nearly against her will.
Mason Brady has suppressed his Dominant nature ever since a disastrous relationship that left him broken. But when his brother convinces him to rejoin The Chase, the sprawling game of domination and submission Mason founded years before, he relishes the role. Until he captures Evelyn, an unwitting passerby.
Now Evelyn is crying rape, and Mason is racked by guilt. He’s certain he’ll convince her it was a misunderstanding, but he must hold her until she trusts him. Evelyn has her own angle: she’ll play along with Mason’s kidnapping until she’s fooled him into believing she’s forgiven him. Then she’ll seek her revenge once he releases her.
In the ensuing game of cat and mouse, they ride the lines between capture, consent, and love.
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Evelyn remained plastered against him, still looking up, her mouth open in surprise. As quick as a flash, he bent his head and covered her lips with his. One taste, just one quick taste, and he’d let her go. He shouldn’t, but god help him, he couldn’t deny himself this.
He plunged his tongue into her mouth and her flavor burst over his taste buds like electric sparks over a million nerve endings, almost bringing him to his knees from the force of the sensation. But instead of falling, his body jerked to attention when, after a moment of fraught hesitation, she flattened her tongue against his, pressing him to her palate, and sucked him in deeper.
His stunned brain realized that she wasn’t fighting, and his arousal roared to life along with his instinctive need for control. He eased a hand into her hair, pressing his fingers to her scalp, angling her head into a better position for his possession.
How much time would he have before she came to her senses and pushed him away? He was kissing her with uncharacteristic desperation and urgency, crushing her soft lips and ravaging the vulnerable interior of her luscious mouth. She moaned and moved her arms around his body to knead his back and grab handfuls of his t-shirt.
He fought for self-restraint and settled in to explore methodically, feeling, probing, tasting, learning her reactions to the different things he liked to do. She seemed to respond with the most pleasure when he slowly slid his tongue across hers, stroking sensuously. Her mouth softened under his, allowing him to shape their kiss, and when he pressed her, she opened wider to give him greater access. He surged in possessively, taking everything that she gave him, and demanding more.
He finally managed to catch her slick tongue and suck it into his mouth with a growl of satisfaction. He was so hungry for her! She tried to withdraw, but he tightened his hold on her scalp warningly, and she acquiesced with a breathless sigh and gave it over to him. Her warm hands crept under his t-shirt to explore his back, gentle fingers tracing his muscles then gripping convulsively as her excitement rose.
He kept his own hands firmly in check, focusing all his skill on the manipulation of her mouth. He was sure that she was enjoying the kiss, if indeed she was able to think about it at all—more likely, her attention was wholly captured by the onslaught of sensory pleasure. He didn’t consider that assumption overly arrogant, since it was based on his own reaction. Despite all his experience, and his normally ironclad self-control, he was almost undone.
Nevertheless, he slowly eased them out of the kiss, drawing back to nibble at her lips and lick the sweet corners of her mouth. It was not the time to push her for more, although his body protested painfully at the restraint that he forced on it. There were too many unanswered questions, too many unresolved issues.
He lifted his head and watched her open heavy-lidded eyes.
“Why?” he whispered.
She moved back, out of his arms. “I… I need to go back to the house. I’d like to talk with you in the morning.”
“No, wait… Evelyn!”
But she was already gone, not running, but walking determinedly back along the road. He could chase after her and try to make her explain why she’d let him kiss her and what she wanted to talk about, but was there any point? He wanted to gain her trust and, ultimately, her forgiveness, so if she wanted to talk in the morning, he’d be there.
(Copyright: JB Brooks 2015)
Craving something different? JB writes gasping-hot erotic fiction for readers who hunger for extraordinary passion every day. Sometimes humorous, sometimes dark, her creations are passionate and earthy.
A survivor of the corporate world, JB spent twenty years in the IT industry, from which she finally escaped, allowing her to indulge her true passion…creating unusual erotic encounters for her imaginary friends!
JB is an ex-South African and lives with her extended family in Queensland, Australia’s sunshine state. She feels privileged to coexist, in relative peace and harmony, with her husband, daughter, parents, grandmother and two slightly crazy ex-racehorses. She loves to write – anytime, anywhere – and could not survive without the techno-gadgets which make this possible.
JB is a firm believer in lust at first sight, and love ever after.
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