Rough Love

 

 

 

Who hasn’t dreamed of a little rough love? If you like the idea then my new book, The Man in the Black Leather Mask, now out from Ellora’s Cave, is for you. Check it out here and read on for a blurb and a red-hot excerpt. Evangeline Anderson

 

http://www.jasminejade.com/p-7529-the-man-in-the-black-leather-mask.aspx

 

Blurb:

Jacqueline Emerson dreams of a love that is neither gentle nor soft. A high-powered attorney during the day, she fantasizes of nights filled with passionate surrender to a deliciously cruel Master who demands her total submission. Fearing her dark fantasy is sick and twisted, Jacqueline resigns herself to a life of more conventional, vanilla sex.

 

Until she’s tasked with mentoring a new attorney at her firm, Ryan Cutler.

 

Ryan is tall, muscular and undeniably desirable. He’s also ten years younger than Jacqueline. But spending Halloween night at the mysterious Club S together leads her to reveal more than she should and soon her forbidden fantasy of rough love sets them both on fire.

 

Jacqueline is sure once their lust is quenched, she and Ryan can go their separate ways. There are far too many differences between them for a long-term relationship to grow. But she doesn’t count on Ryan falling for her—or on losing her heart to the man in the black leather mask.

 

Excerpt: Warning—Explicit—Do NOT read at work. (Or if you do, don’t blame me if your boss calls you in his office for a spanking.) ; )

 

 

The feel of him behind me like that, dominant, his big muscular body surrounding mine was making my heart beat double time but I tried to keep my breathing light and even. Surely there had been a mistake—he must have missed my signal that I didn’t want to act out the fantasy after all. He must not have looked at the blinds which were definitely and firmly closed.

 

“The…the blinds are closed,” I whispered, wishing he would remove his hand so I could see him.

 

“I know that.” His deep voice was amused. “I’ve been watching you for the past forty-five minutes, Jacqueline. Opening and closing your blinds and parading around in this soft little robe and panties. It made me hotter than hell.” He pressed himself against me as though to emphasize his point and I cried out softly when I felt the hard lump of his cock against my ass.

 

His words also made me aware that the robe was hanging open and my breasts were on full display. Suddenly I was terribly self conscious. I wanted to grab the edges of the robe and pull it tight around me but he had both of my arms trapped at my sides.

 

“You’re even hotter than I imagined. And believe me, Jacqueline, I’ve spent a fair amount of time in the last few months imagining you naked,” he murmured into my ear. “I can’t wait to explore you. I want to touch and taste every inch of your beautiful body.”

 

“But…the blinds…” I could hear the weakness in my voice but I seemed helpless to stop it. Anymore than I could stop my nipples from hardening and my pussy from getting wet as I stood helpless in his grasp.

 

“Let’s forget about the blinds for a minute,” he suggested. “I’m going to release your arms and uncover your eyes now but you’re not going anywhere. Are you?”

 

“I…I…don’t know,” I confessed. I couldn’t help feeling frightened and confused. This wasn’t supposed to be happening. I’d made the decision not to go ahead with the fantasy. So what was Ryan doing here and how could I make him stop? More importantly, did I want him to stop?

 

“I know, though,” he murmured. “You’re not going anywhere, Jacqueline. Not until I’m done with you.” His last words were spoken in a soft rush of warm breath against the side of my neck and then I felt his hot, wet mouth on me there. When he uncovered my eyes I could see us in the mirror and what I saw nearly took my breath away.

 

I saw a woman with an hourglass figure and light mocha skin, her cheeks flushed, her warm honey eyes dilated with desire and need. Her full breasts and hardened nipples were on display and the mound of her sex was barely hidden behind a pair of small crimson lace panties. Standing behind her, his arms wrapped possessively around her waist, his mouth pressed to the side of her throat, was a large muscular man with warm tan skin a few shades lighter than hers. Dark chocolate eyes were framed by a black leather mask and he had black leather gloves on his large hands as well. As I watched, he looked up and met my eyes in the mirror. Then slowly, deliberately, those black gloved hands slid up my body and cupped the heavy curves of my breasts.

 

I half gasped/half moaned as I watched him touch me. His hands were everywhere, exploring the under curves of my breasts, tracing my dark brown areolas, rolling my aching nipples between his fingers and thumbs until I cried out at the shocks of pain and pleasure he was sending through my entire body.

 

“Do you like that, Jacqueline?” he murmured when I reacted to his touch. “Do you like the feel of my hands on you?”

 

Without waiting for an answer he slid one black gloved hand down the curve of my belly and cupped the mound of my pussy, his fingers covering the small crimson panties I was wearing.

 

“Look at that,” he whispered in my ear as we both watched his actions in the mirror. “It looks hot, doesn’t it? The black gloves and the red panties. But what about this?” Slowly he lifted his hand and then slid his fingers inside the waistband of my panties. I bit my bottom lip to keep from crying out when I felt the cool leather caressing my hot mound.

 

“God, you’re hot. I can feel it even through the gloves,” he murmured. His middle finger was placed against the slit of my pussy but so far he was just cupping me, not actually exploring or dipping deeper into my folds. I didn’t know if I wanted him to stop or not but I couldn’t deny that my nipples were harder and my pussy wetter than they had ever been before in my life.

 

“Please,” I whispered, feeling helpless. I was caught with his arm encircling me in the front and his hard body behind me. There was nowhere I could go, nothing I could do but stand there and let him touch me.

 

“I’m going to move my arm for a moment now, Jacqueline,” he said, ignoring my half formed plea. “And you’re going to slip off your panties so we can both watch me finger you.”

 

“Please,” I moaned softly as I felt his middle finger invade me and begin to stroke deeper into my swollen slit. “Please, no.”

 

“Take off your panties, Jacqueline,” he murmured, moving his arm to give me room to obey him. “I’m going to give you everything you need tonight. Maybe not what you think you want but what you need. But in order to do that I have to have your help. Now take off your panties.”