This weeks Saturday Snippet theme is “First Paragraph“. I chose the first paragraph from BOUND, my first novel with Berkley Heat.
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Everybody has a dark side. I just never expected mine to come out in my sexuality. But in that quiet time before I drift off to sleep or when I shower, always in the dark, images come into my mind that shock even me.
What do you think? Does it make you want to read more? If it does, then read on, I’ve posted the Prologue and First chapter for you.
Prologue
Everybody has a dark side. I just never expected mine to come out in my sexuality. But in that quiet time before I drift off to sleep or when I shower, always in the dark, images come into my mind that shock even me.
When I stand under the water, the needle-like spray aimed directly on my nipples, I imagine myself tied to a bed and being teased mercilessly. I want to be brought to the brink of orgasm again and again. Women are supposed to be multiorgasmic, and ever since I set eyes on Joe Carson, I’ve wanted to test that theory.
I imagine him walking into the room and demanding I get on my knees. Once in this position, he decides he likes my breasts, and he instinctively knows how much I like to have them played with, so he starts to roll the nipples between his fingers while talking to me. Telling me what he wants. He wants me to suck his cock, and he wants to spank my ass, and he wants to fuck my pussy. He also wants to fuck my ass, but he knows that it may be a while before I let him do that.
I admit it. I’m an addict.
I’m addicted to the freedom that I find in the darkness.
Chapter 1
What the hell had I done?
I ran naked, still dripping from the shower, through my tiny apartment. Picking up strewn clothes and notebooks along the way, I stacked magazines neatly in the corner and stashed my latest erotica novel in the kitchen cupboard. I was getting ready to pull out the vacuum cleaner when I stopped dead in my tracks.
This was crazy! Vacuuming was taking things a bit too far. It wasn’t like Joe cared if I was good housekeeper or not. He was coming over for one reason and one reason only. To finish what I’d started at work earlier that day.
Heat pooled low in my belly and my insides trembled at the enormity of what I’d done. Masturbating for him via the casino’s surveillance system at work had sure started this … thing off with a bang.
Well, actually, the masturbation thing had only been a bang on my part. The thrill of knowing he was watching me, and his heavy breathing into the phone while I played with myself had set me off good.
His bang had come a short time later when we met in the surveillance room. And it wasn’t enough for either of us. It was like my first taste of chocolate, I wanted more. Then Joe had told me to go home and get cleaned up, to “be ready” for him in an hour. My heart had pounded and my just “seconds” ago satisfied body had tightened in anticipation.
Now I was running around like a crazy person.
I looked around the room then down at my naked body. Rigid nipples poked out, and I could feel the constant dampness of my excitement leaking onto my thighs. He said be ready. What was ready?
My body couldn’t be any more ready. My mind, well, it was functioning on autopilot, if at all, and my apartment looked like a twentysix year old single girl lived there.
Clothes might be good.
Dashing to my bedroom, I glanced at the clock as I headed for the closet. Five o’clock. His shift was over now, and the casino was about ten minutes away, so I had at least that much time to get ready. What sort of clothes did one put on when you knew they were going to come off right away?
Scanning my closet I found no sexy peignoirs or silk robes. Not a big surprise there. Spotting a stretchy knit top, I snatched it off the hanger and pulled it on without a bra. My breasts were small enough that a bra would be prudent, but not necessary. For private company that I really wanted to look sexy for, the bra wasn’t needed. After stepping into some bikini underpants, I added a pair of baggy cotton drawstring trousers.
The look was summer, lightweight, and casual. Now all I had to do was achieve that attitude.
Sucking in a deep breath I strolled into the bathroom and looked into the mirror. Big brown eyes stared back at me, looking a little glassy.
“Breathe, Katie, breathe,” I muttered to my reflection.
I grabbed the blow dryer, did some quick work on my hair, and finished just as the buzzer signaling Joe’s arrival sounded. A final glance in the mirror by the door showed me to be a casual looking all American girl with long blond hair and big Bambi eyes. I wondered if anyone looking at me would be able to tell that I was so aroused I could barely think straight.
The door to the apartment swung open slowly and I stood there, unsure of what to say or do as six feet plus of solid muscle walked inside like he owned the place. Thick black hair that was a touch unruly made my fingers itch to touch his wavy locks, but those distant ice blue eyes seemed to suggest that wouldn’t be a smart move. Right now those eyes were guarded, but hot, as they ran over my still form.
Joe Carson.
The man I’d been fantasizing about ever since I first saw him two months earlier when he’d hired on at the casino I work in. At twenty-six years old I’m no virgin, but I can honestly say I’ve never had much luck in the sex department either. None of the guys I’d ever been with were anything to brag about. Until today, I’d never had a male induced orgasm. When I needed to get off, I relied on myself.
Then Joe showed up.
I could count him among my lovers now. After all, he’d fucked me so good only that afternoon and gave me such an intense orgasm that I’d promised to do anything for him. Now he wanted to hold me to it. Okay, so I told him he could do anything before he gave me an orgasm. The chance to live out a sexual fantasy with my dream man had been too much to resist.
“Hi, Joe.” At least my voice sounded natural, if a bit breathy. “Can I get you a drink? I have water, diet pop, or pear cider?”
“No, thank you.” He shook his head and advanced toward me, the hungry gleam in his eye making my pussy throb. “I just want you.”
My pulse jumped and my knees weakened. He stopped when he was only inches from me, swallowing up my personal space. I looked up at him and licked my lips nervously, reveling in the tidal wave of sensations.
“You look very nice.” He reached out and brushed his knuckles over the tip of one breast then the other, making my nipples tighten and stand out. His words, when he spoke, were soft and cajoling with a bit of steel buried beneath. “But I told you to be naked for me when I arrived.”
Instantly I was back in the surveillance room, eager to please, and ready to do anything for him.
“Sorry.” I smiled at him sassily, fighting to remain somewhat normal. “Getting dressed after a shower is habit.”
He quirked a dark eyebrow. “Do you want me to leave?”
“No”
“Then get naked.” He turned and lowered himself into the overstuffed armchair just inside the door. “Now.”
Gone was the tender lover who, earlier tht day had held me up and cradled me against his chest until my orgasm receded, and I could stand on my own. In front of me now was the enigmatic security guard that I’d been drooling over for two months; the one that came to me in my dreams and used my body as his personal playground.
I bit down on my bottom lip and stifled the urge to ask him what he had planned. Instead, I crossed my arms at the waist and pulled my shirt over my head. Joe’s casual posture never changed, his expression remained detached except for his eyes. They darkened at the sight of my naked breasts, and my confidence swelled. The tension in the air got thicker, and my insides grew heavier, weighted with arousal. The urge to tease him was strong, so I ran my hands over my breasts, cupping them to tweak the nipples between thumb and finger.
“If you’re happy doing that I don’t need to be here.” He made to get up from his seat.
“No!” Before he could stand fully, I pushed my pants and underwear from my hips, and stepped out of them, heart racing. “I’m naked. Don’t go.”
He stepped closer, until we were close enough that his breath danced across my cheek. He stared into my eyes, searching for something. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
My heart pounded and a tingle of something almost like fear whispered through me, blending easily with the lust simmering in my veins.
“Oh, yes.” My words were soft, almost a whisper.
“I noticed you my first day at the casino. The way you walk and talk as if ice wouldn’t melt on your ass.” He stepped back and unbuckled the utility belt around his waist. He dropped the belt and all its security gadgets on the armchair and planted his hands on his trim hips. “The things I’ve wanted to do to you. I’ve dreamt of fucking you in every position imaginable. I’ve jerked off to the thought of coming all over your pretty face.”
The crude words entered through my ears and flowed down my body, stroking my insides and heating me up until I could feel my nether lips swell and dampen. No one had ever talked to me like that before. No one dared to. But I loved it. The words heated my blood and melted my insides, and I wanted everything he described.
“I never dreamt you’d actually be into it. Then, today, out of the blue, you decide to give me a private peep show at work.” He chuckled and gave his head a small shake. “There’s no way in hell I’m going to ignore that.”
“I’m glad,” I said softly. “I’ve never done anything like that before, Joe.”
He looked at me for a long silent moment.
“I believe you. But . . . after I fucked you, you said something else.” He reached out and stroked his fingertips over my belly, up over my ribs and along the undersides of my breasts. “You told me you were mine. My slut, to do with as I pleased.”
Heat crept up my neck and I mentally cursed my fair skin. I’d said that in a moment of passion. As if he could read my thoughts, his full lips lifted at one corner. “Did you mean it?”
Something soft flickered the depths of Joe’s eyes, a flash of uncertainty maybe, and then disappeared. A shiver skipped down my spine and I pressed my thighs together. He was so aloof, yet so intense. I’d seen him prowl the casino floor, and my fantasies had gotten darker and darker. Matching the almost primal aura that surrounded him.
He may be dangerous, but he didn’t scare me. At that moment my only real fear was that he’d walk away.
“I meant it.”
By no means am I a submissive personality. My father’s early death made sure I knew how to look after myself and my mother, too. I’m a supervisor at work, and my whole life people have told me I’m a natural-born leader. Part of me even fantasized about being a dominatrix. The part that made Joe say “please” when I’d teased him over the surveillance camera that afternoon.
But when he’d pulled me into the office, and it was just the two of us, it had been as if he’d seen deep inside me, to the place where even I was scared to look . . . and I’d been able to deny him nothing.
With him standing in front of me, looking at me with eyes so hot they scorched my skin, it was too easy to sink back into that place.
“You’re so pretty, almost like an angel.” He spoke in a soft firm tone as he did a slow walk around me, trailing his fingers over the planes of my naked body. He tweaked my nipples and I gasped. “Ever since I arrived in Chadwick, I’ve been told what a sweet girl Katie Long is. You’re the town’s Golden Girl aren’t you?”
A warm hand skimmed across my back and patted me on the ass lightly. When I didn’t answer him, the hand smacked my rump sharply, the slap echoing through the room.
“Aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I muttered, focusing on the flare of sensation at the slap.
Stopping directly in front of me, Joe cradled my head in his large hands and lifted my face to his. “Well, now you’re my girl, my angel. And we’re going to see just how good you can be.”
With that, he took my mouth.
His tongue came out and licked across my bottom lip before spearing between them and invading. His tongue dueled with mine, conquering it completely, and imprinting his flavor on my taste buds. My hands clasped his waist, and I leaned into his hard body to rub my nakedness against the coarse material of his uniform.
One of his hands slid to the back of my head and he pressed forward, bending me backward slightly. Excitement rose up in me as his mouth ate at mine, our harsh breathing the only sound in the room. One of my arms wrapped around his waist, holding tight to him while the other slid between our bodies to measure his hardness through his pants.
A low growl vibrated against my lips a second before he gripped my shoulders and pulled away. My low whimper echoed in the room, and he shushed me.
“Not so fast,” he whispered. Firm hands spun me around and his voice purred in my ear. “Take me to your bedroom.”
Biting my lip, but glorying in the liquid fire pulsing through my veins, I led him to my room.
“On the bed,” he commanded.
I scrambled to the middle of the bed and watched as he stripped off all his clothes, revealing a body to die for.
Wide shoulders, a muscled chest, a light dusting of fine dark hair led my eyes on the path across a hard stomach to the small patch of tight curls surrounding a cock that made my mouth water. I licked my lips and forced my eyes to travel the rest of his body. Muscled thighs and defined calves, dusted with the same dark hairs.
Yummy.
My insides clenched with anticipation when I measured the size of his cock with my gaze. He was long and thick, the head shiny and tempting. Joe stood there for a minute, watching me eat him up with my eyes. The longer I looked the more I saw. There was one wicked looking scar bisecting the front of his shoulder to his chest, with a few smaller ones on his abdomen and left thigh.
Seeing him standing there, rough and ready, glorious in his complete maleness, it was clear to me that he was a hard man, in more ways than one. When my gaze traveled back to his face, he climbed on the bed and laid his body atop mine.
I gasped at the first contact of skin against skin. He was so warm and hard and rough against me. Pressing me back into the mattress he pinned my wrists by my head and kissed me deeply. I wiggled and tried to spread my legs, to get him aligned so he pressed more fully against my sex, but his legs framed mine, and he wasn’t moving.
Hard cock pressed into my belly, rubbing there and driving me deeper into a fog of lust as his lips traveled across my jaw to my ear, teasing me. My whole body shuddered as a bolts of pleasure shot straight to my pussy. He noticed my response and breathed hotly into my ear, causing more shivers.
“Ohh, I found a hot spot,” he purred.
Another breathy moan eased from my lips as he nipped at my earlobe sharply, then skimmed his lips across my chin to the other side, where he repeated his seductive torture.
I writhed beneath him, my moans turning to whimpers. His hands left mine, and immediately I reached for him. He slid down so his hands could cup and fondle my breasts. He squeezed them, fingers and thumbs working the nipples expertly. When his mouth closed over one nipple and he sucked it avidly, I actually cried out loud it felt so good.
Never before had a man made me actually cry out in pleasure! I’d faked it a few times, but I wasn’t faking it with Joe. The man was magic.
Wanting more, my fingers burrowed deep in his soft thick hair, holding him to my breast. When he shifted and went to work on the other rigid tip with his mouth, his fingers still pinching and pulling at the abandoned one, my restless hands slid down to his shoulders. His muscles bunched and flexed beneath my hands, my fingers turning to claws as his teeth worried the nipple and pleasure/pain washed over me. It hurt, but in such a way that arrows of pleasure shot straight to my pussy.
“Yesss,” I hissed, only to jerk and pull back slightly from a sharp bite.
“You like a little bit of pain with your pleasure, huh, angel?” Joe’s husky chuckle echoed through the room, and his other hand abandoned it’s teasing to trail down my side. His fingertips skimmed over my ribs, my waist, my hip and back up.
“Joe . . .” I moaned, on fire for a firmer touch.
He lifted his head and quirked an eyebrow at me. “Yes?”
“Touch me.” My voice had a bit of a whine to it that I wasn’t sure I liked.
He shifted his weight to the side a bit, and cool air washed over my overheated skin. He tilted his head and I followed his gaze to where his hand hovered over my hip. So close, yet so far from where I wanted it.
Where I needed it.
“Say please.”
I froze and he looked up at me, a gleam in his eyes. In that moment I realized that I might’ve bitten off more than I could chew.
“Please,” I whispered, blood roaring in my ears.
His hand lowered and rubbed at my hip before traveling down my outer thigh and up my inner thigh. Flirty fingertips brushed against my swollen lips and he smiled. “That’s my angel.”
My eyelids dropped, and a heavy sigh of pleasure escaped me at his words of praise. How could those two words, which I normally hated, sound so good coming from him? His fingers delved between the folds of my sex and brushed my clit, and all rational thought fled. The little button was hard and aching, and I knew it wouldn’t take much to get me off.
He diddled there for a brief minute before playing the finger around my entrance. My hips jerked, and he thrust his finger in deep. Rubbing the heel of his hand against my clit, his finger moved inside me. Soon, another finger joined it, and my body stretched pleasurably.
“Oh yes.”
“That’s it, baby.” His lips brushed across mine. “Tell me what you like.”
“That . . . I like that.”
My hips gyrated and I spread my legs wider to give him better access. One of his legs covered mine to keep them in place, and the light restriction made my juices flow even faster. I was so wet that I could hear the squish of Joe’s fingers moving in and out of me. “More, Joe. I need more.”
Our lips were still touching as he spoke. He licked at them, nibbled on my bottom lip, and demanded the words from me. “What do you say?”
“Please!”
“That’s it. Tell me how good it is. Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.” He slid a third finger inside me, pressed the palm of his hand against my clit harder, and I came apart.
“Ohhhh-”
Joe’s mouth slanted across mine fully, cutting off my cry as my insides clenched around the intruder. My back arched, pressing me against his hand firmly, and I think that all that was keeping me together was him by my side.
When my shudders subsided, Joe’s kiss gentled, and he withdrew his hand to rest it on my belly.
“Very good girl,” he whispered. “Now let’s see how that feels when I’m inside you.”
Sliding his body on top of mine, he entered me smoothly. My sated body instantly jumped to attention, and tension gathered low in my belly.
His forearms rested on the bed alongside my head and shoulders, trapping me as he bent his head and nuzzled into the crook of my neck. He kept his legs on the outside of mine, giving me very little room to move. Forward and backward, his cock slid in and almost all the way out before filling me up again.
With a whimper, I struggled to spread my legs wider, to take him deeper into me, but he didn’t give an inch. My legs were only wide enough that the slow and steady movement of his hips had the length of his cock rubbing against my clit with every thrust.
I lifted my head off the pillow and licked at the corded muscle between his neck and shoulder. His pace increased a bit. I nibbled on the muscle. His hips pumped faster, deeper. Opening my mouth against his skin I sucked at the sensitive spot and scrapped my nails down his back.
A low rumble echoed in my ear and my body reacted to the sound instinctively. My head went back, giving him easier access to my vulnerable neck and I reached down to clasp his butt cheeks, silently urging him to fuck me harder and faster.
But he didn’t.
He nipped at the flesh of my earlobe and kept his maddening pace.
“Joe,” I panted his name out on a breath. “Please!”
He lowered his body more, so his chest grazed my sensitive nipples, and I was completely surrounded by him. Trapped in an erotic cage created by his hot, hard body. His forehead rested against mine, and he gazed deep into my eyes. “Not this time, Katie.”
The intense blue fire in his eyes seared my soul. I could see passion, excitement, pleasure and . . . His eyes closed and his face tightened, he thrust deep and his cock jerked inside me. Warmth flooded my insides and he jerked hard against me, his pelvic bone grinding against my clit and sending my world off its axis once more.
The earth righted itself, and Joe tried to pull away but I held him tight to me and whispered, “Stay.”
My body was drained, my mind was blank, and for some unknown reason, the last thing I wanted to do was let go of him.
Read more excerpts and see some behind-the-scenes info by checking out the BOUND bookpage.
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