Author: | Sage Reamen | ISBN: | 1230000095686 |
Publisher: | Sage Reamen | Publication: | January 2, 2013 |
Imprint: | Language: | English |
Author: | Sage Reamen |
ISBN: | 1230000095686 |
Publisher: | Sage Reamen |
Publication: | January 2, 2013 |
Imprint: | |
Language: | English |
Rachel awakens in an unfamiliar place, bound and blindfolded... and subject to the whims of her mysterious captor. Whoever it is, he knows what he wants - and is prepared to take it. He wastes no time in seducing his vulnerable, helpless prey, and Rachel finds herself unable to resist his advances. ...not that she could do anything to stop them, even if she wanted to.
Excerpt
“Are you… going to hurt me?” she asked, as calmly as she could manage.
She heard a soft chuckle and goose pimples raised over her skin.
“That is not what I had in mind.”
Rachel jumped as she felt a strong hand alight on her knee and begin to travel purposefully up her thigh. Blood and heat rushed from her neck to her face.
“Do you recognize me, Rachel?”
Her head was spinning. His other hand traveled up the outside of her other leg and up her dress, swirling soft caresses on a tender part of her leg. She was afraid, but there was something about his voice and the way he was touching her that made her body react to him.
“So you know me. I… I think I recognize your voice, but…” she trailed off.
The strong hands moved to one leg and began to knead down it, massaging with expert skill into the muscles of her thigh and calf. Rachel stifled a groan of pleasure. She loved massages, but she’d be damned if she let her mysterious captor know it.
“We work together. We don’t speak often,” he said. His voice was deep and soothing. “But I have noticed you.”
“Well, you must have if you’ve gone to all this trouble,” she said. The hands worked down to her foot and gently removed her shoe. She sucked in her breath as he pressed and massaged into the sole of her foot. “You kidnapped me to massage me? You could’ve just asked.”
“Have you ever seen someone that you wanted to just immediately have to yourself, Rachel?” The hands moved to her other leg and started slowly working its way back up. “You wanted to just grab them and devour them whole, and not worry about social graces or playing games or what’s right and wrong?”
“Um…” her skin was flushed from his touches, and his words made knots of worry tie in her stomach.
“When I saw you for the first time, you were wearing a red blouse and short yellow skirt. You had tall red shoes on that made your calves round and tight,” his voice was growing thicker with desire. She felt his fingers grip more firmly into the flesh of her thigh. “I shook your hand, and I wanted to throw you against a wall and take you right there in the foyer.”
She was breathing heavier now, with fear and an unexpected rising arousal. Rachel tried to remember what he was talking about. She’d been hired at this company two weeks ago. She remembered when she wore that red blouse and yellow skirt. It was a Friday, and the office was brimming with people. Who was it she had met for the first time?
Rachel awakens in an unfamiliar place, bound and blindfolded... and subject to the whims of her mysterious captor. Whoever it is, he knows what he wants - and is prepared to take it. He wastes no time in seducing his vulnerable, helpless prey, and Rachel finds herself unable to resist his advances. ...not that she could do anything to stop them, even if she wanted to.
Excerpt
“Are you… going to hurt me?” she asked, as calmly as she could manage.
She heard a soft chuckle and goose pimples raised over her skin.
“That is not what I had in mind.”
Rachel jumped as she felt a strong hand alight on her knee and begin to travel purposefully up her thigh. Blood and heat rushed from her neck to her face.
“Do you recognize me, Rachel?”
Her head was spinning. His other hand traveled up the outside of her other leg and up her dress, swirling soft caresses on a tender part of her leg. She was afraid, but there was something about his voice and the way he was touching her that made her body react to him.
“So you know me. I… I think I recognize your voice, but…” she trailed off.
The strong hands moved to one leg and began to knead down it, massaging with expert skill into the muscles of her thigh and calf. Rachel stifled a groan of pleasure. She loved massages, but she’d be damned if she let her mysterious captor know it.
“We work together. We don’t speak often,” he said. His voice was deep and soothing. “But I have noticed you.”
“Well, you must have if you’ve gone to all this trouble,” she said. The hands worked down to her foot and gently removed her shoe. She sucked in her breath as he pressed and massaged into the sole of her foot. “You kidnapped me to massage me? You could’ve just asked.”
“Have you ever seen someone that you wanted to just immediately have to yourself, Rachel?” The hands moved to her other leg and started slowly working its way back up. “You wanted to just grab them and devour them whole, and not worry about social graces or playing games or what’s right and wrong?”
“Um…” her skin was flushed from his touches, and his words made knots of worry tie in her stomach.
“When I saw you for the first time, you were wearing a red blouse and short yellow skirt. You had tall red shoes on that made your calves round and tight,” his voice was growing thicker with desire. She felt his fingers grip more firmly into the flesh of her thigh. “I shook your hand, and I wanted to throw you against a wall and take you right there in the foyer.”
She was breathing heavier now, with fear and an unexpected rising arousal. Rachel tried to remember what he was talking about. She’d been hired at this company two weeks ago. She remembered when she wore that red blouse and yellow skirt. It was a Friday, and the office was brimming with people. Who was it she had met for the first time?