… will it cost him the one person he cherishes above all others?
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B.J. Wane
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Tamara Barton had lusted after Connor Dunbar ever since she was old enough to know what those stirrings meant whenever he was near. Connor’s refusal to see her as anything but the young girl he’d befriended and protected for years soon drives them apart, but not before she catches an up-close, personal glimpse of him exerting the dominant control she’d heard rumors about.
Connor regretted the harsh words he’d spoken to Tamara when he caught her spying on him as much as his lustful response to the look of need reflected on her face. He’d been looking after the neighboring girl since the moment he saw her falling off her first horse at the age of ten and didn’t plan on stopping now she was a grown woman who thought she wanted their relationship to go in a different direction. He knew his sexual proclivities were not for the young, sweet kid he was so fond of, and wouldn’t jeopardize their special bond by giving in to her desires.
But Tamara always had a way of getting what she wanted and when he saw she was serious about becoming a member of the private BDSM club he owned with his brother and best friend, Connor discovered he didn’t want her submitting to anyone but him. When he learned she’d kept things from him that could have impacted her welfare, would he allow his failure to be there for her drive another wedge between them or finally embrace a life with her at his side as more than just a cherished friend?
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Excerpt Rated R
“Stubborn minx,” he muttered under his breath as he checked the cuffs for tightness and then plucked an ice cube from the glass he’d set on the floor. “No talking unless you need to use one of the safewords,” he instructed as he trailed the frigid cube up the inside of her right leg.
“Red, I’ll stop and end the scene and escort you out to your car.” He slid under her skirt a few inches and then pushed to his feet, leaving a line of goosebumps down her leg and a burning desire for more. With his eyes on hers, Connor brought the ice to her neck and traced a path around her collar bone. “Yellow if you’re unsure of something or need me to pause.” She shivered as her body heat melted the ice into a cold trickle down her chest, his eyes warming her even more as they followed it. “Green if you’re fine with me continuing. And, Tam?” His gaze whipped back to her face. Gripping her hair with his free hand, he tugged her head back. “I’ll know if you lie.”
The pull on Tamara’s scalp coupled with Master Connor’s stern tone and hot look sent her pulse soaring, the combined effect astonishing. “I’ve never lied to you,” she reminded him, determined not to let him push her into retreating.
He smiled, the teasing grin all the girls fell for, the one she’d never been able to resist returning. “True, little one. Get ready.”
That was his only warning before he circled her nipple with the ice, the frigid cold
drawing the puckered tip into a tighter pinpoint. A low moan vibrated in her chest as she leaned her head back and closed her eyes. The hard frame failed to render an uncomfortable distraction from what she agreed to submit to; instead, the smooth wood and secure bonds provided security for her quaking body and offered only two choices for her to consider—stay or go. The minute she’d seen Connor coming toward her, the choice had been inevitable.
Tamara gasped, a small startled cry wrenched from her throat as Connor bared her other breast and tormented that nipple with another ice cube. Her torso broke out in goosebumps but the heat emanating from the nearness of his much bigger, broader body and occasional brush of his denim-clad legs against hers added enough warmth to keep her senses stirred up and vacillating between discomfort and arousal.
“Give me a color, Tam.”
His deep voice resonated between them, drawing more heat, making her ache for more.
“Green.”
“Green what?” he reminded her with a pinch on her thigh.
“Master Connor.” Oh God, why did that have to sound so right?
He brushed his fingers over the small throb and praised her. “Very good. Take a deep breath.”
“Why?” she asked, keeping her eyes closed against the onslaught of rioting sensations he kept stirred up as she fought the growing need to beg for his hands on her.
“Because I’m going to do this.”
With a quick shift of his hand under her skirt, he slid the ice inside her panties, withdrew his fingers and cupped between her legs to move the cube around. Tamara screeched in shock, her eyes flying open as she gasped and writhed in the restraints. To her astonishment, the inability to free herself combined with the numbing effect of the ice heated her blood into a torrential molten rush through her veins. Or maybe it was the warmth of Connor’s palm through the thin silk of her panties that was responsible for her off-the-charts response. His low chuckle in her ear didn’t help.
“You should have obeyed my directive without questioning me. Let’s try again. Deep
breath.”
This time she didn’t hesitate, just sucked in as much air as possible and looked down.
Watching his hand move under her skirt, he pulled what was left of the ice out of the front of her panties and around to the back, sliding his hot hand and the icy cube over her bare buttocks.
“Connor,” she groaned, thrusting her pelvis forward in a silent plea for more of his touch, for something to ease the throbbing ache in her pussy.
Pulling his wet hand from her panties, he smacked her thigh. “Ow! What was that for?” she demanded, glaring at him despite how that sudden burn ramped up her arousal.
“Speaking and not addressing me properly. Color.”
She narrowed her eyes, rising to the challenge etched on his face. “Green, Master
Connor.”
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MORE ABOUT B.J.
I live in the Midwest with my husband and our dog, a lovable Great Pyrenees/Standard Poodle. I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles. We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I now prefer being a homebody. I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking. My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic spanking romance with a touch of suspense. My favorite genre to read is suspense.
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