When Jessica is invited to a sex toy party at Pleasure Palace, she never dreams she'll receive a one-on-one demonstration from her own personal dungeon master who demands nothing less than her complete submission. Jessica has never submitted to anyone and as aroused as the idea makes her, she can't easily give over her control to this stranger.
The dungeon master isn't exactly a stranger. He's her boss. Ryan is shocked to learn Jessica plans to visit Pleasure Palace and he's not about to let the opportunity pass him by. For years, he's hidden his BDSM lifestyle and his attraction to her. Now wearing the mask of the dungeon master, he will reveal both as he introduces Jessica to the delights of his domination. Before the end of the evening, he plans to have her on her knees...and his forever.
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from On Your Knees by Brynn Paulin
She needed sex and she needed it now.
She barely registered being dressed in the most transparent pink baby doll top she'd ever seen. Three tiny ties held the front closed between her breasts. Her belly was totally bare. Coupled with a miniscule thong that tied on the sides, she was hardly clothed. The fabric chafed her clit and she tried to push it away.
Finn pulled her hands away and lifted her from the table. He guided her toward the secret door. "Come with me," he instructed.
"No. I can't. I need--"
"Your needs will soon be filled," he assured her.
Leaving Bobby in the room, he took her down a flight of stone steps that lead to a long dimly lit hallway. They passed several iron-studded doors before Finn stopped in front of one near the end of the hallway. Moans punctuated the cool air around them.
She had to join a party. No sex for her. Could she just peek in, say hi and dash home to her vibrator? She frowned, knowing she should be more concerned about joining the party dressed in a transparent scrap of lace and drenched panties.
Finn opened the door, revealing a deserted torch-lit chamber. She turned frantically as he shoved her inside. Now her freaking common sense decided to return? Chains, cuffs and various whips lined the upper half of one wall, along with several other items she was hesitant to identify. The lower half was a bank of drawers. Hastily sizing up her situation she scanned the rest of the room. An odd bench stood to one side of the room near another iron-studded door. A set of manacles dangled on a thick chain from the center of the ceiling.
Her knees buckled.
"Wait! There's been a mistake!" she protested.
"It's no mistake, miss." He pulled her toward the chain. She was no match for his strength as he fastened each cuff around her slim wrists. She yanked on them trying to get free. The increased movement served only to amplify the ache throbbing in her cleft and breasts.
"Let me go!"
"You can voice your complaints to the dungeon master."
"What! Let me go!" she demanded. Finn shook his head, wishing her a good night and strolled from the room. The heavy door closed with an echoing thud behind him.
What had she walked right into? She closed her eyes as horrible, scary as hell images filled her head.
Madam Zelda had better be right about that happily-ever-after part or I'm hunting her down. Somehow, Jessica couldn't imagine her happy new future beginning in a dungeon.
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Ryan almost lost himself--again--when he entered the dungeon. Damn he was getting soft. Surveying his woman, he was anything but soft. His cock throbbed against the thick leather pants containing it.
Jessica, unattainable Jessica, whom he'd wanted for months, stood in the middle of the room, her hands bound above her head. Her thighs flexed as she pressed and released them, fighting her arousal.
He frowned. Damn it! Finn and Bobby weren't supposed to use the X-T gel on her. That was the single thing that would have her practically writhing like this. This would be difficult enough for her to accept without being ashamed for her mindless need. Once it was applied, only release would relieve the sensations. No amount of fighting, ignoring or waiting it out would help. The effect from the gel just got worse and worse.
She turned when she heard the door shut, her sparkling green eyes narrowed with anger. "You must be the dungeon master," she spat out derisively.
Yes, this would be difficult.
"Let me go, you prick! I swear if you don't release me, I'm suing all your asses off. This place will be toast."
"Oh, I highly doubt that."
Her anger sent strength through him. Disciplining her would be a pleasure. He crossed his arms over his chest, knowing the muscle beneath the tribal tattoo banding his right biceps would bulge making it more prominent. She wouldn't know the mark was a symbol of his power.
He smiled at the phrase she'd picked up from him. "I intend to."