Wide receiver Sid Conyers is hot, dominant, an expert in rope bondage and almost any woman's dream. He's played in BDSM dungeons for years, with many women, but none he ever truly cared for. Now he finally has the woman he's coveted...by default. He wants to be her lover as well as her Master.
Talia survived physical and emotional abuse from her former Master that has left her emotionally scarred and insecure. A true submissive, she yearns for Sid to master her despite her fear that she can't win his heart...doesn't deserve his love.
Sid is determined to mend Talia's battered psyche. He will bind her with rope, but he'll convince her with tenderness that she deserves all the love he has to give.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Best Reception by Ann Jacobs
When he got home from practice, Sid found Talia in the living room, looking at one of his books about shibari. She moved quickly to get her hand out of the baggy sweats she had on, but not so fast that he didn't see what she'd been doing. "Enjoying yourself, sweetheart?"
Her cheeks turned bright red when she looked up at him, as hot looking as his dick felt as he realized she shared his fetish on some level. "Were you imagining yourself in one of those pictures? Were you wishing I'd wrap you up that way? I want to do it, you know."
Long ago he'd etched those pictures on his brain, and over the past few years he'd perfected the art on casual playmates. When Talia became his playmate, it wouldn't be casual.
He imagined playing with her at Rebels' Roost, wrapping her in the blue nylon rope he planned to buy, rope that had played in all his erotic dreams of her. For their first play, he'd use a simple pattern. One that would have her flesh straining against snug but not painfully tight bonds that would emphasize her breasts, her tiny waist. A knot at the base of her mound would stimulate her swollen clit, make it stand up and beg for his attention. Her nipples would become rigid, rosy nubs, beckoning his tongue. His teeth. He'd suspend her so her sweet, wet cunt would be level with his mouth. And he'd feast on her slick, salty musk.
"You do?" When she spoke in that sweet, submissive voice, blood slammed into his groin. "I didn't hear you come in. Otherwise I wouldn't have..."
"Embarrassed yourself? You mustn't ever be embarrassed around me. You have no idea how much it arouses me, knowing that looking at rope bondage gets you so hot."
"No need to be, sweetheart." Sid wanted to scoop her up and take her to his bed, but now wasn't the time, no matter how much his cock tried to tell him otherwise, so he lightened up the conversation. "Coach let us off early today. Want to go shopping?"
Seeing her wearing a pair of his old sweats every day was getting to him. They reminded him of the sad shape she'd been in when he'd found her on his doorstep with nothing but the clothes on her back. Remembering her battered and bruised that way made him think about that ass-wipe Reinhart, and he didn't like it. "I'm tired of seeing you wearing my hand-me-downs. I'd have gone out and bought you some stuff, but I've got no clue about how to pick out things you'll like. How about it? Shall we go get you some girly things?"
"Okay." She paused and her smile faded. "I don't have any money."
He refused to let her dwell on the fact that Reinhart had left her destitute. "I do. And I'd like to spend some of it on you. I thought we might go play at Rebels' Roost some night soon if you're feeling up to it. I hear there's some sort of get-together for Rebels' wives and girlfriends in a couple of days, and then of course there's the game on Sunday. I'd look like a stingy SOB if I let you go out wearing my old clothes."
She smiled up at him, her beautiful blue eyes sparkling as though he'd just offered her the moon. "I'd love to play with you. And I'll go to the team events if you're sure you want me to."
"I've been sure I want you since the first time I saw you with him." Sid paused, hesitating to say it. But then he figured, what the hell? Talia seemed ready to accept him as her new Dom, and she deserved to know he'd been lusting after her for a long time. "You've got no idea how much I envied him."
"He's in the past. I'm ready to move on." Talia's eyes widened, as though Sid's revelation amazed her. She had to have known for a good while that he cared about her, but he couldn't expect that she'd have realized the extent of his attraction to her.
Sid wasn't sure he'd realized that until just recently. At least not on a conscious level. But the certainty in Talia's voice gave him the courage to push forward. "With me? Are you ready to take me as your Master?"
"I was ready for you to be my Master when I rode buses all the way here from Phoenix and passed out on your front porch." Her shy smile made him want to hug her. And her words made him feel ten feet tall. Invincible.
He had to lighten up or he'd start shedding tears, and he didn't want her to know how deeply her admission affected him. "I'm glad. Come on, though, time's going by fast. I want to buy you some new clothes first, and if we get through soon enough, we can stop at a seafood place for dinner."
"All right. If you're sure you want to spend a little of your hard-earned money on me."
"I can't think of any way I'd rather spend it. Not only am I running out of sweats and dress shirts that don't have your scent and drive me nuts, I'm anxious to see you wearing something pretty. Sexy. Tight jeans and sweaters that show off your hot little body. Maybe even some stilettos and some silky lingerie."