Wednesday, May 07, 2008
by Anne Rainey
The Romance Studio, 5 Heart Sweetheart Winner
“This is a story to keep and reread when you want to experience true love conquering all!”
Roslyn Garrison is a spoiled heiress with too much time on her hands. Her biggest problem is choosing which country to visit next. Everything changes when she's invited to a party at the Palace Resort hotel in Sun City, Africa. The next morning, Roslyn wakes to find the mysterious Bane Riley holding her captive. Afraid for her life, she sets out to do whatever it takes to get free. However, she doesn't count on Bane's ability to set her blood on fire. He promises carnal delights if she'll only give into her desires.Can Roslyn let herself go and submit to the forbidden under the hot African sun or will her stubbornness force Bane to teach her a lesson?
Bane grabbed her wrist, his blue-green eyes capturing her gaze while he pushed her hand downward.
“You know what I want. Take my cock in your hand.”
Testing the waters, Roslyn held back and murmured, “What if I don’t?”
His eyes narrowed and a muscle jumped in his rigid jaw. "Do you like to be dominated? Have you ever let a man take total control over your body?"
“Yes to the first and never to the second."
One side of his mouth kicked up. "Good."
He released her hand and took a step back, putting a measure of distance between them. "Get up and strip, then get on all fours in front of me."
What had she agreed to? Sex games of this magnitude were way out of Roslyn’s league. She was a simple girl. Well, a rich, spoiled, simple girl. How was she supposed to give a man like Bane what he wanted?
"Rule number one. I never repeat the commands."
His scandalous words fluttered around in her brain and Roslyn took a second too long to obey. As she got up and started to pull her gown off, she was stunned to see him walking to the far corner of the room to pick up the riding crop. He came back, holding it at his side and watched her undress. His nostrils flared and his eyes seared her from head to toe, her body coming to glorious life everywhere his gaze touched.
"Bend over the bed."
Oh God. Could she, of her own volition, accept his punishment?
For an instant, Bane's implacable mask slipped. "Let yourself go, Roslyn. Give me your trust."
Roslyn's mouth went dry and her throat felt tight. Nervous and even a little scared, she turned around and bent at the waist, her bottom facing Bane. A few seconds went by and she was beginning to lose her nerve, when she felt the first strike of the leather. She jerked and her skin stung. On the heels of that one, came another. After four swats, he stopped.
"Now, get down on your hands and knees."
Roslyn was both sore and anxious. The sweet-natured boy she once knew as Mike Riley was now wild, dominating Bane? Her mind couldn't wrap around the idea of having her childhood crush all to herself, aroused and anxious to take her to new heights of carnal pleasures.
Roslyn straightened and turned. The riding crop was still in his hand. She knelt down, never taking her eyes from his, and waited for her next command.
"Good. Now, touch yourself."
By now, Roslyn was sopping wet and impatient to do as told. She reached between her legs and smoothed her fingers over her clit, her gaze riveted to his heavy erection. He was so big, she wondered how her body would ever accommodate his size. She'd soon find out.
"Fuck yeah, you look so sexy," he gritted out.
She bent her head backwards to see his face, mesmerized by the feral savagery she witnessed. He looked ready to explode. As she moved her hand over her swollen mound and started to smooth two fingers into her tight opening, Bane’s hand snaked out and he dug his fingers into her hair. He tugged at her head slightly, forcing her to stop playing.
"Enough. I want your mouth. Suck my dick, sweetheart."
Roslyn smiled as her mind whirled with thoughts. It wouldn't be any fun if he continuously got his way. To Roslyn's impish way of thinking, if she needed to learn obedience, then he would have to learn to be a strong master.
She rose to her feet and sidestepped him, heading...away from him. Action and reaction, Newton's Law was good for more than physics class.
Bane couldn’t believe what he was seeing. She was walking away? He could bend metal with the heavy weight of his cock, yet Roslyn appeared unaffected.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?"
"I'm not in a very cooperative mood."
Damn infuriating woman would be the death of him. "Get your ass back here, Roslyn. Now," Bane commanded.
The tone in his voice should have stopped her cold. He’d ruled hundreds of business associates with that tone. Not Roslyn. She was either too stupid to realize she was baiting a panther or too arrogant to care.
Well, she might have kept walking, but her steps weren’t quite as sure, he was pleased to notice.
“If I'm forced to come after you, you'll be punished for your disobedience."
She walked right out of the room and into the living room.
He came after her. In just a few long strides, Bane swung her around and flipped her over his shoulder, caveman-style. He took her back to the bed and plopped her onto it. Not giving her another chance to escape, Bane held her down with one hand and got on top of her, straddling her waist. He leaned down and murmured, "I knew you'd be hard to break. Good thing I'm a patient man." Then he kissed her, her lips a gentle temptation.
Posted by Anne Rainey at 8:53 PM