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Masquerade
One
night.
Two
people.
One
risky move.
Can
a submissive find happiness being auctioned off to a Dom she only knows as a
business associate?
Can
a Dominant chance creating a bond with a brand new submissive when he’s
determined to stay a bachelor?
When
the mask is lifted away, and both of them are exposed, can they seek comfort
from each other and experience their secret fantasies? Or will they back away
for fear of “what if”?
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Masquerade Excerpt
With that, Julia found herself tied naked
to a bed in complete and utter silence. It was more nerve-wracking to lay there
in the dark, anticipating what was to come, than it was standing on stage in
front of everyone. In this position she couldn’t resist. The guy who’d
purchased her, had full license to use her as he wanted. That should have left
her trembling in fear, but instead, she could feel her pussy clench at the
thought of being taken and used. Would he start with foreplay, or just shove
his cock into her as if she were a blow-up toy for his pleasure? What if she
needed to say her safeword? She knew she couldn’t get punished for safewording,
but she was concerned about a man who would play before discussing it either
way. Should she beg off? What would Killian tell her to do?
According to Lex, Killian had vetted the man,
which meant he trusted him with a new sub. That had to count for something.
Instead of questioning a man she didn’t even know yet, she should just jump off
the cliff and hope for the best. Resolved to wait patiently for her
Master-for-the-night, she began reciting nursery rhymes in her head.
Mary, Mary quite contrary, how does your
garden grow?
It
seemed like hours before she heard the bedroom door open and the sound of heavy
footsteps. There was no way to recognize the man’s footsteps on the plush
carpet, but she caught a whiff of a familiar cologne that tickled her brain.
Whoever he was, she’d met him before, she just couldn’t figure out where.
His
steps stopped at the foot of the bed, and she was hyperaware of the fact that
he was staring down at her naked form with a perfect view of her cunt. Did he
like what he saw? She knew she was considered overweight in the outside world,
but here, in this environment, she’d received such acceptance that it was easy
to forget. Suddenly, her curves felt too round and her body too wide. She
jolted in her bindings, instinctively trying to close her spread legs. A large
hand covered her ankle, and began to stroke her gently.
The
contact was enough to help her calm the surprise panic attack, and she inhaled
sharply trying to clear her brain of all of her self-conscious thoughts. He
wouldn’t have purchased her if he didn’t find her attractive. It wouldn’t have
made any sense. Firm in the knowledge that the man with the large hands had to
want her, she let her body relax and focused on the warmth of his fingers
sliding up the side of her calf.
He
didn’t hurry, and he didn’t speak. He just kept touching her. First her ankle,
then her calf, then up to her knee, where he took a moment to explore the
sensitive crease at the back. She tried not to wiggle at the ticklish
sensation, but her muscles twitched against his fingertips. He let out a small
chuckle, and she tensed again.
The
sound was so familiar. She’d heard it before. Now she was absolutely sure it
was someone she’d interacted with, but who? Random people’s face’s populated
her brain. From the regulars to the more recent additions, but no one seemed to
fit.
When
Ashton’s face filled her mind’s eye, she hesitated, and then shrugged it away.
He was too experienced for the likes of her, and besides, she’d only seen him
play with one-night subs, women who didn’t want a regular Top to take care of
them. The whole idea of the auction was to pair off unclaimed bottoms with
suitable Tops. There was no way Ashton Reid would have wanted to jump into that
pool, especially seeing as how he was the auctioneer.
Unable to pinpoint who her seducer was, she
once again focused on his hand drawing lazy figure eights on her thigh, slowly
but steadily making its way higher. She could feel her own juices leaking from
her slit, and the fact that he could see it only made her hotter. There could
be no doubt he was turning her on, and so far, he’d done nothing but touch her.
Just
when he reached the crease between her thigh and her pussy, he stopped and
pulled his hand away, making her whimper in disappointment. Another chuckle.
Another familiar sound tickling her brain. Who was he?
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Lori’s Bio
Best-selling author, Lori King, is also a
full-time wife and mother of three boys. Although she rarely has time to just
enjoy feminine pursuits; at heart she is a hopeless romantic. She spends her
days dreaming up Alpha men, and her nights telling their stories. An admitted
TV and book junkie, she can be found relaxing with a steamy story, or binging
in an entire season of some show online. She gives her parents all the credit
for her unique sense of humor and acceptance of all forms of love. There are no
two loves alike, but you can love more than one with your whole heart.
With the motto: Live, Laugh, and Love like
today is your only chance, she will continue to write as long as you continue
to read. Thank you for taking the time to indulge in a good Happily Ever After
with her. Find out more about her current projects at http://lorikingbooks.com, or look her up on
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