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Mira Araceli was utterly lovely, completely captivating. He wanted to please her again and again. Her orgasm had been as loud and unrestrained as the woman herself. Her passion ran deep. She was everything he wanted. All the things that scared the hell out of him. Worse, he planned to fuck her senseless. Which was complete madness. Even if they didn’t plan on it, sex would cloud their working relationship. She fired a possessive streak in him. One that should bother him. After unfastening her wrists and rubbing the skin to help restore circulation, he helped her back into her ridiculous gown and the annoying petticoats or whatever the hell they were called. He didn’t, however, return her thong. “Stand still,” he said, working on the frustrating number of hooks and eyes. “Yes, Master.” The word rocked through him. Other submissives had referred to him by the honorific, but until now, it hadn’t sent a burst of possessiveness through him. He fumbled the next hook. “Who was the goddamn idiot who thought up this outfit?” She laughed. “I’ll ignore your rudeness. And in future, I’ll keep you naked.” His fingers were too big for the tiny metal clasps. In frustration, he skipped a few of them. Good enough. They needed to debrief, but when he looked at her, her deep brown eyes were clouded. She wasn’t quite back all the way. Araceli might consider herself tough, but she’d also just had a scene. No doubt endorphins were still swimming through her system. He grabbed his jacket from the bench, then draped the soft leather bomber over her shoulders. Only then did he feed his belt back through the loops on his jeans. Torin picked up the leash and considered attaching it. Because of her earlier reaction, he figured they should talk about it before he compelled her to wear it. He made it into a tighter loop and stuffed it in his back pocket. Then he scooped up his little submissive and her numerous layers of clothing. Frantically, she kicked her legs. “Sir!” “Settle down or I’ll toss you over my shoulder.” “You would, too!” “Of course.” He carried her from the room. As he started down the stairs, she turned into him and wrapped her arms around his neck. There were ways to get her to behave without an argument.
About Sierra CartwrightUSA Today Best-Selling Author, Winner of the 2015 Best BDSM Book of the year (Bind), 2015 Reader’s Choice Best Erotic Romance (Bind), 2015 Golden Flogger (Crave), 2014 LASR Book of the Year award (In The Den), 2013 Best BDSM Book of the Year award (Over The Line), Golden Flogger Award 2015 nominee for her books Command, Bind, and Brand, Sierra was born in Manchester, England where she spent her early years traipsing through castles. After living in Denver for a number of years, the internationally acclaimed author now resides in Galveston, Texas. She loves the way history blends with Southern manners (being called “sugar” is an experience unto itself). She invites you to join her on a sensual journey where the limits are explored and expanded.
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