Fallon dreamed of a dominant lover for years. Giving it all to a man who can master her sexually. What she never imagined was not one, but two dominant lovers determined to make her wildest sexual dreams a reality. But perfect lips and to-die-for bodies aside, the identities behind her new Masters' masks aren't the only secret they're keeping.
As Fallon is pulled further into the erotic web they weave, she realizes that being submissive to two dominant men isn't just about the sensations they can rouse in her, but the emotions she must confront.
The biggest surprise is yet to come, the one that can either set her free to share a love and a life she never dreamed possible, or break her heart forever.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Double Take by Tawny Taylor
"Have you ever lived as a slave?" Fury asked her, circling her like a man inspecting a prospective piece of property.
His wandering gaze warmed her skin. Back. Buttocks. Breasts. How would it feel to live as a slave, around the clock? Did she secretly crave that kind of submission? Or merely the on-again, off-again submission to be found in a situation like this?
An answer whispered in her head.
"No, Master. I have not."
Fury and Wrath exchanged glances but said nothing. She squeezed her thighs together, desperate to rub away the pounding ache at her center. Arms straight, hands behind her back, she laced her fingers together. How much time had elapsed? In some ways it felt as if a lifetime had gone by, in others, as if mere minutes had passed.
When would her frayed nerves ease? It didn't help that they seemed to be hesitating at times, even a little unsure of what they wanted to do next. Or was she just imagining that?
"Have you ever been bound?" Wrath finally asked, at least a zillion heartbeats later.
"No, Master. Never." Her gaze ping-ponged between her two Masters.
"This way." Wrath motioned to a narrow table made of polished wood timber, much like the wooden bondage furniture she'd seen on the web. At all four corners, metal loops were screwed into the table, and attached to the loops were metal chains ending in leather cuffs. It was a little intimidating, although not terrifying.
They were going to tie her up.
Little quivers of anticipation raced up and down her spine.
"I think it's time for this." Brandishing her blindfold, Wrath walked around her back, positioned it over her eyes and tied it.
The world went dark. Her breath caught in her throat as her skin instantly became more sensitive. Sounds louder. Scents more noticeable. It was amazing what the loss of one sense did to the others.
Two sets of hands circled her waist and shoulders. They set her on the table then lowered her onto her back.
"I want to see all of you, Fallon," she heard Wrath say.
"Yes, Master." She felt fingertips brush against her ankles, her knees, her thighs. She swallowed a little hiccup, and straightened her legs. Her stomach clenched, rocking her hips forward and back in time to the desire pounding through her veins. Wetness seeped from her pussy.
The fingers found the waist of her g-string. It inched down over her mound, hips, legs.
Someone audibly inhaled. "I can smell your desire," Fury murmured somewhere to her right.
Instinctively, she rocked her head to the right to face him. She was tight all over, scalp to big toe. Adrenaline was making her heart race, her breathing shallow.
Her g-string was tugged over her shoes.
She was now lying there head-to-toe nude. Before two men she'd met only once before. A wicked thrill swept through her. So naughty. So hot.
"How do you feel, Fallon?" Wrath asked from the end of the table.
"Nervous. And good. Master."
"Excellent." He lifted her left ankle and ran a tickly touch up the side of her leg. She instantly tensed her entire lower body.
The tiniest draft of air feathered over her right breast, making her nipple harden into an aching peak. Her back arched, pushing her breasts higher into the air.
Then someone or something stroked the inside of her thigh. She gasped and flinched. Another touch. To the side of her neck. Her face. With each brief contact, heat zapped through her body, like bolts of lightning.
This was crazy! Frustrating. Thrilling. She had no idea when or where the next touch would come from.