Amber Quill Press
Adrianna Dane Author Website
Lose control and she will experience passionate fulfillment beyond her wildest dreams...
Sylvie Taylor has never experienced sexual fulfillment, never felt uncontrolled desire. Her best friend, Allison Hunter, has kept secret her taste for the dark side of passion. Introducing Sylvie to sensually seductive Daimaen Sinclair, a Master of the game, has Sylvie yearning for the forbidden. But someone has made an attempt on Sylvie's life. Can Daimaen protect her, or is he the reason someone wants her dead?
Sylvie's palm was sweaty as she pushed line one and picked up the phone. "Hello, Daimaen?" her voice sounded hoarse and she thought, rather needy.
She heard a deep chuckle at the other end of the line. "Sylvie, that sexy tone better be for me. Did you get the flowers?"
"Yes, I did. They're beautiful. You shouldn't have."
"Didn't want you forgetting me while I'm gone. They're just a reminder."
"Of what? The territory I'm going to be exploring when I get back on Friday."
"Friday. You didn't seem too sure when you left as to when you would get back."
"I know, but I am now. And Sylvie?" That deep tone told her he was about to command her to do something outrageous, she just knew it.
"Yes, Daimaen," her voice was breathless with anticipation when she responded.
"I'll be at your apartment at seven o'clock. I want you naked and wet when I get there. You understand?"
"And what if I'm not, Daimaen?"
"You'll be punished, you know that. We've discussed it. Remember?"
"How will you punish me?" She was curious. What would be her punishment for defying his order?
"It will be whatever I choose, you know that. But, take my word for it, you don't want to disobey. Why would you want to when there's so much pleasure waiting instead if you do as I ask?" Like bathing in warm chocolate syrup, his voice washed over her. "Are you wet now?"
She hesitated before answering him. Damn the man. "Yes," she breathed, not sure if she spoke loud enough for him to hear her.
"When you get home tonight, I want you to take a warm bath, with lots of bubbles."
"Yes," the fire was banking, as she listened to his requirements.
"And I want you to think about what I'm going to do to you when I get home. And I want you to stroke yourself, like on the boat the other day. Remember?"
"Yes, I remember." It was tough forming the words; the heat blazed inside her to the point she almost forgot where she was.
"And I want you to come."
"God, how do you do that? I'm dying here and you're so calm, so unemotional."
"Is that what you think? I'm hard as a rock just thinking about you pleasuring yourself. While you're fucking yourself slow and easy to a climax, I want you to think about me all alone here, fantasizing about you...and what I'm doing with my fantasy of you."