| Author: | Daisy Rose | ISBN: | 9780463158715 |
| Publisher: | Boruma Publishing | Publication: | March 31, 2019 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Daisy Rose |
| ISBN: | 9780463158715 |
| Publisher: | Boruma Publishing |
| Publication: | March 31, 2019 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Newly-married Marie and her husband Dom wants her first time to be very special, but Marie doesn't know how perverse it is going to be until the night arrives and she finds herself fearfully looking for an intruder in her own home. The powerful alpha male she marries isn't just rough, he's downright violent, using ropes, whips and other instruments to bring her to the edge of shame and beyond.
~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~
"I have... something to confess," he said, clenching his hand to fists as we sat side by side on the bed.
It was not the first time on his bed, but it was the first time that we were going to bring things to the next level. "Something fun?" I teased, trying to lighten the mood.
He didn't even crack a smile. "It's been a while since I took a woman to bed," he said.
I stared at him for a moment and tried to imagine him in bed. I'd felt the muscles under his shirt. "Why?" I asked, willing my mind to stop straying to imagining him naked. Too late. He was so incredibly hot.
"I had- have kinks. I just... if you ever find that I'm being too rough, you just need to let me know," he said.
My heart skipped a beat. I couldn't bring myself to look him in the eye. "What kind of fetishes?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
"Domination... humiliation... rough sex..." My eyes grew bigger at the end of each word.
He looked like he regretted the words that came out of his mouth the moment he said it. Excitement bubbled up in my stomach, through my esophagus and I felt my throat tighten painfully.
My husband - how weird and satisfying it was to say that, even in my head - stayed completely silent.
"Look," he said, as if trying to backpedal. There was a slight shake to his voice that I found completely endearing. He may look like he could break a person in two with his bare hands, but behind closed doors, he was the gentlest man I knew. I had been so wrong about him. "We don't have to- I mean. Forget I said anything..."
I could kick myself. My hand slid over his and I looked at him, the desperate need in my belly wriggling back from deep slumber, where I had hidden it for the longest time.
"I just- I'm sorry I said anything," he said abruptly. "Pretend this conversation never happened."
"No," I blurted louder than I intended.
"No?"
"Are- are you serious?" I stuttered. "About what you want in bed?"
He nodded. There was only truth in his gaze when I looked at him. Truth and a desperate fear that he had frightened me off.
"I want what you want," I blurted before he could backpedal even more, recognizing that this was my one chance to have what I wanted.
Newly-married Marie and her husband Dom wants her first time to be very special, but Marie doesn't know how perverse it is going to be until the night arrives and she finds herself fearfully looking for an intruder in her own home. The powerful alpha male she marries isn't just rough, he's downright violent, using ropes, whips and other instruments to bring her to the edge of shame and beyond.
~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~
"I have... something to confess," he said, clenching his hand to fists as we sat side by side on the bed.
It was not the first time on his bed, but it was the first time that we were going to bring things to the next level. "Something fun?" I teased, trying to lighten the mood.
He didn't even crack a smile. "It's been a while since I took a woman to bed," he said.
I stared at him for a moment and tried to imagine him in bed. I'd felt the muscles under his shirt. "Why?" I asked, willing my mind to stop straying to imagining him naked. Too late. He was so incredibly hot.
"I had- have kinks. I just... if you ever find that I'm being too rough, you just need to let me know," he said.
My heart skipped a beat. I couldn't bring myself to look him in the eye. "What kind of fetishes?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
"Domination... humiliation... rough sex..." My eyes grew bigger at the end of each word.
He looked like he regretted the words that came out of his mouth the moment he said it. Excitement bubbled up in my stomach, through my esophagus and I felt my throat tighten painfully.
My husband - how weird and satisfying it was to say that, even in my head - stayed completely silent.
"Look," he said, as if trying to backpedal. There was a slight shake to his voice that I found completely endearing. He may look like he could break a person in two with his bare hands, but behind closed doors, he was the gentlest man I knew. I had been so wrong about him. "We don't have to- I mean. Forget I said anything..."
I could kick myself. My hand slid over his and I looked at him, the desperate need in my belly wriggling back from deep slumber, where I had hidden it for the longest time.
"I just- I'm sorry I said anything," he said abruptly. "Pretend this conversation never happened."
"No," I blurted louder than I intended.
"No?"
"Are- are you serious?" I stuttered. "About what you want in bed?"
He nodded. There was only truth in his gaze when I looked at him. Truth and a desperate fear that he had frightened me off.
"I want what you want," I blurted before he could backpedal even more, recognizing that this was my one chance to have what I wanted.
