Emma had always been interested in exploring the world of BDSM, and given her desperate circumstances, this sounded like the perfect opportunity. One weekend of complete submission to the highest bidder among a select group of wealthy men, and her financial troubles would be over. Emma wasn’t really sure what to expect when she agreed to the deal, but one thing she definitely did not expect was Luke Roark.
The moment Luke removed the blindfold and recognized the beautiful, nearly-nude young woman standing before him as Emma Lawson, his best-friend’s little sister, he knew what he had to do. However, after buying her contract with the intention of giving her a firm lecture and taking her home, he cannot help but imagine the things he could teach her.
Emma spent many years as a teenager fantasizing about Luke, and when he is suddenly thrust into her life again she is torn between her fears and her desires, but her need to submit wins out. Emma chooses to stay and honor her contract, and she quickly finds herself on her knees before him, bare, bound, helpless, and forced to take whatever he wishes to give her… and he wishes to give her a great deal, relishing the chance to play Emma’s naked, trembling body like a finely-tuned instrument until she is blushing red and begging for more.
It is not long, though, before both Luke and Emma can feel that something much more than just physical attraction binds them together, but can they put aside their painful pasts and embrace a future together?
Author: Natasha Knight
Word Count: 36,400
eBook Price: $3.95
He delivered the final blows to the tops of her thighs, which stung worse than her buttocks.
“Ten.” Emma lay sobbing, her body relaxing as he rubbed her sore buttocks and thighs.
“Shh, it’s over now, baby. Shh…you did very well.”
She allowed herself to be picked up and cradled in his arms. With the back of her hands, she cleared away tears and wiped at her nose while she cried and cried. All the while he soothed with soft words and caresses, holding her to him, shielding her in the safety of his embrace.
She wasn’t sure how long she cried, but he didn’t stop her until she found herself reaching her mouth up to his. Her tears subsided and her body heaved its final sobs. His hands came to either side of her head, pushing away the hair that stuck to her face as their kiss grew in intensity and heat, both of their bodies now needing the physical release of orgasm. He stood, lifting her with him, and carried her through the house and up the stairs. Switching on a dim light in what she assumed was the master bedroom, he lay her down while he quickly stripped off his clothes. Emma watched buttons pop off in his rush, his chest a muscled mass under tanned skin, his arms defined, powerful. Her eyes settled on his hands and she decided in that moment that she loved them. She needed them on her, inside her, to deliver her pain and then to deliver her from it.
He took a foil packet out of the drawer in the nightstand and slipped the condom over his cock, then looked at her, his pupils dilated so you could only see a thin ring of blue around the black. It changed his face, made him look somehow more divine than human.
“Luke,” she said, needing him. She spread her legs wide, allowing him to settle between them. His mouth closed over hers again and his cock, in one hard thrust, drove deep inside her pussy. She held him tight while he lifted her, setting her farther on the bed and laying his weight over top of her.
“God, Emma,” he said, thrusting into her again and again.
Her pussy clenched around his cock and he pulled back, his hands on either side of her head.
“Look at me.” It was a rough whisper. “Open your eyes and look at me.” He fisted a handful of hair when she didn’t comply quickly enough.
“Luke,” she said.
“Master,” he corrected.
“Master. Master…” her mouth opened, but no more sound came and she struggled to keep her eyes on him. His cock twitched inside her throbbing pussy and they came in a violent moment of climax that left them both weak and empty upon its completion.