Synopsis: I’m not sure what I was thinking that day. It was a normal Thursday, nothing new or exciting had occurred in the morning. I’d risen from bed, taken a shower and brushed my teeth. I’d then jumped on the 8:05 bus that ran a short distance between my house and the county library where I worked. The ride took its usual 15 minutes before it left me standing fresh faced in front of a building of gothic construction that was my favorite place in the world. After straightening my knee length skirt, I pushed open the door that led into the interior of the library. It was at that moment that my world would change – impossibly and forever. It was a fateful movement of wood that collided with the shoulder of a man that would alter my very existence. It wasn’t fear that I felt at that moment – more like the feeling of being watched. It was the feeling of knowing that danger lurks - the sensation of the hair standing on end at the back of your neck. Looking back on a moment that happened so many months ago, I now realize that I should have listened to that feeling. As I would later find out, the man standing in front of me referred to himself as Master Lucas… …and I was his next target.
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About the Author: Lily White is a dark writer who likes to dabble on the taboo side of eroticism. Most of the time she can be found wandering around aimlessly while her mind is stuck in some twisted power play between two characters in her head. You may recognize her in public by the confused expression, random mumbling, and occasional giggle while thinking up a scene. Lily’s favorite things in life are reading, thinking about reading, buying books for reading….and writing. Her other secret pleasure is meeting with her plot editor in public to discuss her books and watching the shocked expressions of the people around her that don’t realize she’s talking about a book. When Lily is not reading, writing, wandering or freaking out innocent bystanders, she’s sleeping. Contact Lily White: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authorlilywhite?ref=hl Twitter: @eroticlilywhite
Excerpt
His lips were on mine and when I tried to pull away out of anger, he gripped my chin, holding me in place. His tongue forced its way between my lips and my knees buckled at the strength of his kiss. This wasn’t passion or love or desire, this was a man claiming me despite my objections or attempts to stop him.
After struggling against him and after forcing back the feelings I was developing for him, I got desperate. My knee came up aimed straight between his legs, but his hand was faster. His fingers gripped and dug into the skin and tendons beneath and I yelped in pain, which only made him smile as he continued the vicious kiss he was forcing me to take. He released me moments later and guided my leg back down to where I could place my foot on the ground.
When his lips pulled away from mine, his teeth scraped over my mouth before he pulled away to look at me. I jerked back, attempting to place distance between us, but, once again, he moved faster than I could. His hand gripped at the back of my neck and he somehow wrapped bits of my hair around his fingers. He pulled my head back on my shoulders, securing me in such a way that all I could see was him.
“Try and hurt me again and you will regret it.”
“Is that a threat?” I couldn’t believe the way he was treating me. I had a mind to call the police and report his behavior but, what he’d done by this point had not been enough to label it a crime. I’d invited him here. I’d stepped up to stand beside him in my backyard and I’d returned the kiss until my anger reminded me that I wanted nothing to do with the arrogant man who held me in place.
He chuckled, dark and deep. Before replying, his tongue peeked out to run along the cushion of his bottom lip. “No, my dear, it’s a promise.”
Before I could reply, his mouth was hot against mine. I struggled and fought, finally sinking my teeth into the full skin of his lip. He hissed, but released me, and when he pulled back, I could see where the pink color of his mouth had been stained red from the blood I had drawn.
“As I said, Autumn. You are going to regret that.”
Suddenly I was free and I fell back, tripping over the heel of my shoe landing hard on the concrete beneath me. He neither moved to catch me or help me back to my feet. For a few quiet seconds, he stared at me as if he felt sorry for me and I reached up to brush back the hair that had fallen in front of my face.
“Were you going to leave, Mr. Bates, or do I need to call the police to escort you?”
Another tense moment of silence occurred before he calmly responded, “An escort will not be necessary. Before I leave, however, I do want to tell you that I attempted to help you as much as I could. I’ve focused on you, Autumn, and after that little stunt of yours that left my lip bleeding, I am more intent than ever to have you. The question is not if – but when.”
“That will never happen. I can promise you.” I don’t know where I suddenly found the strength; be it indignation, or anger, or the hint of betrayal, my voice was firm once again and I didn’t frighten so easily in his presence.
He laughed. “We’ll see about that, Ms. Cleary. I’m the type of man who gets what he wants. You’d be wise to remember that.”
Excerpt #2 –
“You were supposed to finish an interview today for an article that was supposed to go live tomorrow. Now, because of you, and YOU alone, the blog has to run some bullshit fluff piece to fill the spot. How many fucking times do I have to tell you to check your fucking calendar?!”
Taking three steps forward, I was nose to nose with her, smiling to feel the heat of anger roll along her skin. “Do you know that you are absolutely irresistible when you’re mad? I love angry women. They are so much more enjoyable to bring to their knees.” I winked at the same time I felt her hand close around my balls. She squeezed and I sucked in a breath in an attempt to alleviate the slight pain.
With her fingers still curled around the most sensitive part of my body, she smiled sweetly, tilting her head to say, “I’ll only be on my knees because I’ll be busy holding your body prostrate on the floor.” The tip of her tongue flicked along my cheek as she leaned in to whisper, “What do you say, Lucas. Care to see who can be the better Dom?”
Laughing, I pushed her away before setting my briefcase on the floor and stripping off my jacket. “My apologies for fucking up yet another ‘assignment’, but I was working on the book. You know how I get.”
“I’m familiar.” Her four inch heels clicked behind me as I made my way into the kitchen. “Tell me that you at least finished your quest for the perfect victim and we are back on track with the book.”
When I turned back to look at her, I noticed how her hair was disheveled and her clothes weren’t as immaculately coordinated as normal. “You look like shit.”
Flicking me off, she sashayed over to the bar, pushing herself up onto the stool and crossing her legs in a seductive, exaggerated manner. “I didn’t get much sleep last night. I had a mission, remember?”
Curling my lips into a wicked grin, I nodded. “Of course.” I didn’t ask for more information than she gave. Sarah was the type of person to accomplish a task and move on satisfied with the result. Dragging her back through the miniscule details of the path leading to that result was useless. The woman was all about bottom lines. She had my utmost respect for always using her strength and intelligence to her advantage.
“But, back to the book, Lucas, what’s going on with it?”
Pulling the glasses from my face, I placed them on the counter. “It’s going. I think I have my rabbit in her hole, so to speak. It’s just a matter of reaching in and grabbing her. She’s had a rough couple of days. I hate to take advantage…”
“Oh, who are you kidding? Advantage is the only thing you take. But she’ll love you for it - they all do.” Examining her fingernails, she added, “Plus multiple orgasms will probably put her in a better mood. Take all the advantage you want, just make it quick. We’re …”
“Running out of time. I know.”
Excerpt #3:
Hands ran along the length of my body, fingers burning trails over my delicate skin. My back arched, the tips of my breasts coming alive beneath the material of my shirt. His mouth was hot and heavy pressed against my stomach, the heat of his breath against me, forcing my own air from my lungs.
“Oh God.”
My legs fall apart and his hand slides down over my panties, the muscles of my core rippling inside me, desperate to be filled. With his thumb rolling over my clit, he slips the length of his middle finger down, pushing against my opening to drench the cloth between our skin.
His head moves away from me suddenly, his formidable size moving to cover mine, his mouth hot and wet as he kisses along my neck. Every part of my body is hypersensitive to his touch, sparking and alive, the smallest brush against me sending waves of anticipation and need rolling along my spine. In a move of dominance, of ownership, his large hand grips my breast, rolling the tip between his fingers before taking it into his mouth.
“Please…” I beg. He always moves slowly, teasing my body into such a frenzied storm that every soft touch becomes unbearable. Never giving me control, never surrendering to a need as powerful as the one he builds in me, he takes his time savoring the driving bite of my desire.
My lips are overtaken, his teeth nipping at my lower lip before he fills my mouth with his taste, his kiss. Whimpers escape me as he pulls away, slowing down his attack, allowing my boiling blood to simmer once more.
“Lucas…”
A finger over my swollen lips, his mouth against my ear.“Shhhhhhh…you have no power in this. You’re exposed and susceptible to my complete control. Your hands are bound where I tied them, your mouth can be silenced anytime I wish. If I want pain, you’ll experience pain; and once I have you screaming, it’ll only be a moment before you’re once again singing my name.”
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