Decadent… Sensual… Forbidden…
12 Masters. 12 Desires. 12 Fantasies Come to Life. Meet the Masters of Blasphemy…
About MASTERING HER SENSES (Blasphemy #2, 2/21/17):
12 Masters. Infinite fantasies. Welcome to Blasphemy…
He wants to dominate her senses—and her heart…
Quinton Ross has always been a thrill-seeker—so it’s no surprise that he’s drawn to extremes in the bedroom and at his BDSM club, Blasphemy, where he creates sense-depriving scenarios that blow submissives’ minds. Now if he could just find one who needs the rush as much as him…
When an accident leaves Cassia Locke with a paralyzing fear of the dark, she’ll try anything to get help. Ready to fight, she knows just who to ask for help—the hard-bodied, funny-as-hell Dom she’d always crushed on—and once stood up.
Quinton is shocked and a little leery to see Cassia, but he can’t pass up the chance to dominate the alluring little sub this time. Introducing her to sensory deprivation becomes his new favorite obsession, and watching her fight fear is its own thrill. But when doubt threatens to send her running again, Quinton must find a way to master her senses—and her heart.
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EXCERPT
“Where are you, Cassia?” Master Quinton asked, slowly
swaying with her on the crowded dance floor.
“Um…” She swallowed, hard, blind beneath the thickly folded
lace. “Yellow, Sir,” she said, feeling weak at the admission.
He kissed her, soft and sweet and approving. “Good girl.
Always want you to be honest with me. If it’s too much, squeeze my shoulders
three times. Otherwise, no talking.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, knowing that they’d just slipped into
a scene without him having to tell her. And that helped tip the scales toward
the more positive reactions he’d unleashed. Because her body was a live wire
waiting to see what he had in store for her. Why had she teased him again?
Words rumbled into her ear. “There’s a couple right behind
you. Almost touching you. The man is dancing behind the woman, and he’s pulled
up her skirt.” Cassia’s heart tripped into a sprint. Master Quinton squeezed
her ass with one big hand as they danced, his body tight against hers. Other
bodies bumped against them, too, against her elbow, her heel, her hip. “She was
naked beneath,” he continued, “and her pussy is bare. The man is teasing her,
rubbing his fingers over her lips without really hitting her clit. The look on
her face is pure torture.”
Each word painted a new stroke of color against the
blackness of her eyelids—and over all the most sensitive places of her body.
Her nipples. Her neck. Her clit. Cassia shivered as the image Quinton described
came to life in her mind’s eye.
Slowly, Master Quinton dragged his tongue up the column of
Cass’s neck, adding to her own torment. And then his lips were at her ear
again. “He’s fingering her now. Forcing her to keep dancing while he does it.”
He swallowed thickly. “Aw, fuck, Cass, he’s making her suck her own wetness off
his fingers.”
Cassia moaned at the vivid picture she now had, and at the
rough arousal in her Dom’s voice. His lust stoked her own, made her wish that
they were the ones doing what he described.
Quinton licked the shell of her ear, unleashing goosebumps
all down her neck and shoulders. “He’s taking his cock out now. Lining it up
between her legs… Oh, yeah, he just slid into her from behind. Right here on
the dance floor.”
A whimper spilled from Cassia as heat roared over her body.
Suddenly, she could barely stand the thin fabric of her dress against her skin.
“Mmm, like that idea, do you?” Quinton said, his dirty words
a secret the music helped them keep. “Looks like she does too, the way her Dom
is taking her right here in the middle of all these people, all of them
watching her, touching her. Can you see it, Cassia? Can you see him fucking
her?”
She gave a fast nod, almost forgetting not to speak. But,
God, she wanted to. She wanted to beg.
For Quinton. For his touch and his tongue and his cock.
“Yeah, I know you can. You can see his cock sliding deep. I
bet you can even feel it.”
Jesus, she was going to come. She was going to come from his
words alone.
On some level, she knew what he was doing. And she freaking
adored him for it, for the way he’d put light in the darkness with just his
voice. But she was too invested in the story to think about it. She needed
more. She needed it all.
Books in Series:
Hard to Serve #.5
Bound to Submit #1
Mastering Her Senses #2 – 2/21/17
Eyes on You #3 – 7/11/17
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