KEEPING SARAH BACK
COVER BLURB
Honeymooning in England, Jesse Colter, Adam Sinclair and
their beloved wife, Sarah, are heading for their friend Thorne Cahill’s BDSM
club for dinner when another car deliberately tries to run them off the
road. Thanks to their own driver’s
skills, the other car is destroyed, the two unknown occupants killed.
Through Thorne, they discover that they’re the targets of a
“blood feud”, instigated by Konstandin Sokolov, son of Viktor Sokolov, the Albanian
mobster who had unwisely kidnapped Sarah a few months back, and paid for it
with his life. They also discover that
Thorne’s guests, ruthless human traffickers, have gathered at the club for a
slave auction being held the following night.
Konstandin Sokolov happens to be one of the buyers.
Fraught with treachery, betrayal, and deadly danger, Keeping
Sarah keeps the reader on a knife’s edge of tension, while simultaneously
exploring the deepening emotional and physical commitment between Jesse and Adam. They already trust each other with their
lives. Now they must learn how to trust
each other with their love.
KEEPING SARAH
ADULT EXCERPT
Then Jesse
turned to Sarah. Bending down, he put
his hands beneath her arms and lifted her up off the floor. Turning her in his arms, he unhooked the
garters, then unlaced the corset, letting it fall to the silk carpet. As soon as the beautiful, but restrictive
garment fell away from her, Sarah took the first deep breath she’d had in
hours. “Step out of your shoes, baby,”
he crooned, rolling down her stockings and removing them one foot at a
time. “Now bend over and grab your
ankles. I owe you a spanking.”
With a whimper, she assumed the
undignified position, her second of the night, wrapping her fingers around her
ankles while he got on his knees behind her to remove the vibrators from her
pussy and ass. Dropping the toys on top
of the crumpled corset, he palmed her ass cheeks, his flexing fingers making
deep indentations in her sweet flesh.
“Spread your legs, baby, or you’re gonna fall over.” A smile curved his lips upward as she slid
her feet outward. God, I love this ass! He
slapped her sharply, the sound and her subsequent cry loud in the quiet
room. “Count,” was all he said,
transfixed by the erotic sight of his handprint blooming on her skin, first
white, then red.
“Y-yes, Master. O-one.”
“How many have you earned tonight,
slave?”
“Ten, Master.” Her voice was barely audible, muffled by her
position.
“There will be no warm-up, so I’ll
make them quick. Count them all.” In rapid succession, he delivered ten
blistering swats to her backside and by the time she counted the last one, her
ass was fiery red and she was sobbing in pain.
Crap,
that hurt! And yet, it felt so
good. So damn good. The heat from
her ass seemed to be having an effect on her clit, as if the two were connected
by wires pulsing and crackling with electricity. Her sobs turned into moans as he stroked and
kneaded the heat more deeply into her flesh, sending it straight to her pussy until
her clit felt like it was on fire.
Still gripping her ass cheeks, he
lowered his head, slanting it sideways to flick the tip of his tongue across
her throbbing little nub. She jerked and
cried out as pleasure consumed her. Then
he straightened, pulling her up after him, and steered her toward the bed. If Adam
was in sub-space, then Sarah was right there with him, lost and drifting
and needing Jesse’s loving care. It was
now his duty and responsibility to love them and keep them safe and give them the
pleasure they had both earned and richly deserved.
“Climb up, baby,” he said,
assisting her up onto the bed. “On your
hands and knees above Adam, pussy over his face, head over his cock.” As he was talking, he, too, was getting on
the bed, crawling across its enormous expanse toward Adam’s feet. “Legs apart,” he ordered and Adam slid his
feet across the silky sheets. “Prepare
Sarah.”
At the quiet command, Sarah’s core convulsed again, sending
out another gush of fresh cream. God, she was so ready to come! She had been so highly aroused for so long,
now that it was finally going to happen, it was all she could focus on. Without warning, Adam reached up and stroked
his fingers through her slit, from front to back before thrusting two fingers
deep inside her sheath hovering so tantalizingly above his head. He pressed his thumb against her puckered
anal opening, pushing insistently, until the muscle relaxed and sucked it
in. Sarah stopped breathing. With wicked skill, he thrust in and out of
both her anus and vagina, pinching the membrane between his thumb and fingers
as he stroked, quickly re-stoking the fires of need in her sex, burning just
beneath the surface. A thin, high wail
escaped her lips as pleasure devoured her.
“Christ,
Jess,” Adam muttered over the wet, sucking noises his fingers were making as he
pumped them in and out of Sarah’s sheath, “you should see what I’m seeing. Our little slave has the most succulent pussy
in the world. And it’s dripping all over
the place.”
“Sarah,”
Jesse ordered, “Take Adam into your mouth.”
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KEEPING SARAH
CHARACTER
INTERVIEW WITH JESSE COLTER
1.
Tell us a little about yourself. How did you come to your author’s
attention? Occupation?
My
name is Jesse Colter. I’m 32, a former
SEAL, now Chief of Police of Marshall’s Creek, Virginia, the small, sleepy town
I grew up in. My childhood basically
sucked—my father was a drunk and a bully who used me for his punchin’ bag—until
I was fourteen and bigger than he was, so he pretty much steered clear of me
after that. I never knew my Native
American mother. She disappeared before
I was outta diapers. My father always
claimed she ran away with another man, but I’ve always suspected he killed her
one night in a drunken rage and disposed of her body. I came to my author’s attention the day I
rescued her heroine, Sarah Marshall, from fallin’ out of a tree. Actually, that’s not quite true. I came to her attention long before
that. She just had to think about me for
a while and get to know me before she decided to let it be me who rescued
Sarah. She wanted us to have a happy
ending, even though she kept us apart for eight years before givin’ it to us.
(Lol)
2.
What or who is the greatest love of your life? Why? What drew you to
them?
Sarah
Marshall is the only woman I have ever loved, the only woman I ever will love. I met her the summer she was 13. I was workin’ as an assistant gardener at
Marshall’s Hill, the ante-bellum estate where she grew up. I heard this blood-curdlin’ shriek and when I
ran to find out where it was comin’ from, there she was, danglin’ upside down
from a broken tree limb 30 feet above the ground. Scared the livin’ sh-daylights outta me! I was nineteen and full of my own teen-age
crap, but Sarah, oh, my God…[shakes his head]…she just fascinated me. She was this amazin’ combination of child and
adult. She grew up rich, but her
childhood sucked as much as mine did, except she wasn’t beaten. Just ignored.
Her father was a judge, a self-important, self-righteous little prick
who had no time for his only child, so she was pretty much raised by tutors and
nannies. She was the first person who
treated me like I really mattered, you know?
The first person who ever really listened to me. She actually valued my opinion! She bullied me into readin’ all her favorite
books just so she could have someone to discuss them with. She turned me into an avid reader, for which
I’ll always be grateful.
When
I hired on the next summer, she had entered puberty and had filled out. Boy, had she filled out! God, she was so gorgeous and I knew I was in
trouble. When I was at work, I couldn’t
stop lookin’ at her and when I was anywhere else, I couldn’t stop thinkin’
about her. But I was bad news. Six years older than her, a biker, and a Dom. And even though I suspected she was a natural
submissive, she was still just a kid, and I knew if I claimed her, I would ruin
her life. After all, she was rich, the
daughter of a judge, the descendant of English aristocrats, while I was the
bastard son of a Native American prostitute and the town drunk. At that point, my life was a steamin’ pile of
crap. What kind of a future could I
possibly give her?
I
didn’t show up the next summer, but still saw her every night in my
dreams. I tried to stay away from her,
but kept seein’ her around town, even rescued her from gettin’ into a truck and
goin’ off with three guys who were even worse than me. Boy, were they pissed! Then, three years later, my cousin overheard
a couple of those guys laughin’ and gigglin’ about raidin’ Sarah’s eighteenth
birthday party and havin’ some “fun.”
The minute he told me I hopped on my bike and rode out to her place to
try and stop ’em. I managed to keep the
one guy from rapin’ Sarah, but I had wanted her so badly for so long that when
she threw herself at me and begged me to make love to her…I very nearly
did. I left town that night. Just sneaked out without sayin’ good-bye to
the only person who’d ever really mattered to me. I hitched a ride to Norfolk where I found
myself the next mornin’ standin’ in a seedy, rundown strip mall, starin’ at the
Navy recruitment office. I enlisted that
day. I’ll never regret joinin’ the Navy,
but I will regret to my dyin’ day the decision to leave Sarah the way I did,
with no word of explanation, no good-bye, no word at all for eight long
years. It was a crappy thing to do because
it wound up nearly destroyin’ both of us.
Believe me, I will spend the rest of my life makin’ it up to her. Because now that I have her, I can’t imagine
ever livin’ without her.
3.
What’s your greatest fear?
My
greatest fear is losin’ Sarah. I already
lost her once, that night I left town.
It took me eight year to admit how much I needed her, and how wrong I’d
been to leave her. I nearly lost her
again when I introduced her to my best friend, Adam Sinclair, and we told her
we wanted to share her in a D/s menage relationship. Adam was already in love with her just from
hearin’ me talk about her while we were servin’ with the SEALs over in
Afghanistan. But I needn’t have worried. As soon as they met each other, the
attraction was instantaneous. It was
like…completin’ the circle. Then I
almost lost her when her ex-fiance tried to kidnap her in order to get hold of
her money. Fortunately we got to her in
time. But the absolute worst was a few
months ago, when that SOB who’d nearly raped her got out of prison. He kidnapped her and sold her to Viktor
Sokolov, an international slave trafficker.
They nearly got away with it, too.
Adam and I were terrified we wouldn’t get to her in time to stop Sokolov
from flyin’ her out of the country and beyond our reach. In our latest adventure, Keeping Sarah, we are surrounded by danger.
4.
What’s your motto in life?
No
secrets. There must be open, honest
communication at all times about everything.
It’s the only way a D/s relationship, especially a menage, can survive
and flourish.
5. How
do the other characters in your book view you?
My
best friend and brother-in-arms, Adam, knows me as a dom, a fellow SEAL, and a
man of principle and integrity. We love
and admire each other as friends, brothers, and finally, in Keeping Sarah, as lovers. It’s a development I’m not sure I’m ready
for, even though I know the feelin’s between us have been developin’ for a long
time. But Adam can be very persuasive,
and knows exactly which buttons to push, although he and Sarah practically have
to stage an intervention to get me over the final hurdle. Sarah, the love of my life, sees me as macho,
bossy, domineering, chauvinistic, over-bearing, and annoying. Oops, I forgot sexy (lol). She also sees me as one of the two men who
love her to the bottom of our souls and who would give our lives to protect her
from harm. The bad guys view me as their
worst nightmare.
6.
What is it about you that is going to draw us readers in?
7.
What was your happiest moment?
The
first time I had Sarah tied to my bed and she looked up at me, beggin’ me to
let her come…I knew I had found my joy.
I knew I would spend the rest of my life wantin’ to make her scream with
pleasure.
8.
What trait in others do you find most deplorable?
Dishonesty
and lack of respect.
9. What is your favorite time of day?
First thing in the mornin’, when Adam and I wake up with
Sarah between us all soft and warm and smellin’ delicious. We wake her by makin’ slow, sweet love to
her, startin’ her day with the gift of pleasure, lettin’ her know just how much
we adore her.
Thank you, Jesse Colter, for stopping by and talking to
us. We are looking forward to reading
more about you, Adam, and Sarah in Julie Shelton’s Loving Sarah, Owning Sarah
and now in the erotic thrill ride that is Keeping
Sarah.
AUTHOR INTERVIEW
WITH JULIE SHELTON 2014
Can you tell us a
little about your new book that’s coming out on August 7th?
Keeping Sarah is
my third contemporary BDSM ménage romance for Siren Publishers. It is the third and final installment in the
series which began with Loving Sarah, published
in 2012, and its sequel, Owning Sarah, published last
September. By the time I finished
writing Loving Sarah, it was clear to
me that I had enough material for more than one book, hence the sequel, Owning Sarah. Both are MFM ménages. But even though Owning Sarah ended with Sarah, Jesse and Adam’s wedding and their
happy ending, I couldn’t stop thinking about the three characters. I couldn’t help but feel that Jesse and Adam
needed to explore the feelings they were developing for each other as well as
for their beloved wife, Sarah. So, Keeping Sarah was born. But this is Jesse Colter and Adam Sinclair
and nothing comes easy for them. So, in
addition to telling Jesse and Adam’s evolving love story, Keeping Sarah is also a harrowing thrill ride of deadly car chases,
Albanian blood feuds, a sex slave auction, murder, betrayal, and gut-wrenching
intrigue.
Please tell us how
the idea came to you for Jesse Colter, your main hero. Be sure to include all the fun details.
It started with his name.
Jesse Colter. It was the perfect
name for a Dominant, alpha hero. I spent
months thinking about him and coming up with a compelling back-story for him.
Abandoned by his Native American mother, neglected and
abused by his alcoholic bully of a father, Jesse is embittered, angry and going
nowhere fast. At age nineteen, he takes
a summer job as part-time gardener at the Marshall estate and meets
thirteen-year-old Sarah Marshall. To a
hardened biker and sexual Dominant, Sarah Marshall is like some fey, magical creature
from another world, and he is enchanted by her.
For the first time in his life, Jesse has someone who thinks he’s
wonderful. Someone who listens to him
and values his opinion. Someone who
makes him laugh and who cares for him. Sarah
Marshall quickly becomes someone precious to him. Someone to treasure and protect. Someone to love. At first he loves her as an adult loves a
child.
But as Sarah grows into a beautiful, voluptuous young woman
who makes no effort to hide her growing love for him, Jesse is terrified that
his carnal feelings for her and his Dominant nature will end up destroying the
one thing he treasures most—Sarah Marshall.
So he leaves their small town of Marshall’s Creek and joins the Navy,
becoming a SEAL. Eight years of grueling
training and dangerous missions give him a sense of identity and self-worth. He realizes that he is a man of honor and
integrity and is finally able to admit to himself that he needs Sarah in order
to make him complete. Determined to do
whatever it takes to win her trust and her love, he returns to Marshall’s
Creek. That’s where their love story
begins in Loving Sarah. It continues in Owning Sarah, and finishes with a bang in Keeping Sarah.
What influenced you
to send your first book to a publisher? How long did it take?
I spent four years writing, editing, polishing, re-writing Loving Sarah. It was a never-ending cycle. Then I lost it. Completely wiped it out of my computer. I was devastated. The thought of having to recreate an entire
400-page novel from scratch was so daunting, I fell into a deep
depression. Then around four months
after I lost it, I had to print something and that’s when I discovered that the
entire novel, minus the last 15 pages, was still in the print queue. I was elated!
And I knew that I had to send it off to a publisher immediately, before
my ignorance of computers caused something else to happen to it. Siren was the first publisher I submitted it
to, mainly because they published a lot of my favorite authors. Around three weeks after I sent it to them,
they emailed me and asked me to make a few changes. I figured this was a pretty good sign,
thinking if they weren’t interested in it at all, they wouldn’t have bothered
to ask for the changes. They offered to
publish it less than two weeks after I submitted the revised manuscript.
Could you tell us a
couple of favorite authors who inspired you to write?
Sure.
LoraLeighMayaBanksCheriseSinclairSophieOakLisaMarieRiceLaurenDaneJoeyWHillLeahBrookeEdenBradleyKristenAshleyLexiBlakeShaylaBlackFionaArcherLyndaAicher—and
that’s just her first name! My earliest
influences, years and years ago, back in the dark ages, were Mary Stewart’s
romantic suspense novels and Phyllis Whitney’s gothic novels.
Is music a factor for
you while you are writing? Do certain songs put you in the right frame of mind
to write certain stories?
When I put music on, it’s to listen to it, so I usually find it distracting when I’m writing
because I want to sing or hum along with it.
It’s hard to write when you’re bopping around in your chair, singing at
the top of your lungs, lol
If you could
collaborate with one author who would it be?
Good grief, there’s no way I
could pick just one! Go to the list
above, close your eyes and point. I’ll
go with her.
What is the strangest source of writing inspiration
you’ve ever had?
Years ago I was watching the
movie, Becket (with Richard Burton
and Peter o’Toole). In one scene there
was a minor female character dressed in a blue gown. I was finishing my BA in French at the time
and doing extensive research on life in a thirteenth-century French castle.
Well, the minute I saw that
gown, an entire romance novel sprang into my mind. I couldn’t write it down fast enough. And since I was taking all my research notes
on 3 x 5 index cards, that’s what I wrote the novel on. I wound up with two shoeboxes full of index
cards, one with all my research notes, the second with my novel. Last year I transcribed the entire book onto
my computer and that became Dark Warrior,
my third book for Siren, published in January of this year.
What are you working
on now?
Oh, I am so glad you asked that! I am nearly half-way through with Passion’s Dream, the first book in my
new Passion Lake series. It’s a series of
books about a bunch of Jesse and Adam’s former SEAL buddies, all characters in
the three Sarah books, who buy a bankrupt town around thirty miles down the
road from Marshall’s Creek and turn it into a profitable tourist attraction. Passion’s
Dream is about Clay “Raven” Nighthorse, who is hired to protect Leah
Stanhope, a woman with whom he had a brief encounter three years ago on a
California beach. When their location is
compromised, he brings her to his ranch in Passion Lake, where he has plenty of
friends who are willing to help keep her safe while he devotes himself to
proving that he wants and needs her in his life. Permanently.
Look for Passion’s
Dream, Passion’s Fury, and Passion’s
Hope, the first three exciting books in the Passion Lake series, at the
beginning of 2015.
Below is a brief
excerpt from Passion’s Dream.
Unperturbed by her anger, he reached out and placed
his fingertips against her cheek.
She jerked her head away, but otherwise couldn’t
move. It was as if she’d been turned to
stone. “Don’t touch me!” She’d meant it to be an icy command, but
instead it came out a choked, frightened whisper.
Ignoring her, he sent his fingers on a journey along
the line of her jaw, down the slender column of her neck. He paused at the base of her neck, holding
the tip of his index finger over the pulse hammering there, betraying her
agitation. The journey continued down
over her collar bones, across the creamy, sloping mound of her breast to the
edge of her bikini top. When she made no
move to stop him, he hooked his forefinger into the stretchy material. When she still didn’t move, he allowed his
fingernail to scrape against her tender flesh as he traced the outline of the
fabric down to its lowest point—the point where it stretched across the shadowed
valley between her breasts.
“Don’t—”It was a choked whisper. She closed her eyes, but she made no attempt
to remove his hand. She was trembling,
every clamoring nerve aware of his nearness, the potent sexuality of his hard,
male body so close to hers. ‘I-I’m
engaged to be married.”
“Ah, yes.” His
lips twisted. “The ever-devoted
fiance. Tell me, Leah,” he tugged her
toward him, the weight of his hand pulling the stretchy, jersey top downward
and outward, threatening to release the rounded fullness of her breasts. “Tell me about him. What’s it like making love to an old man?”
She should have pushed him away. She should have stepped back—anything to put
distance between them. Instead, she
stared up at him helplessly, trapped as much by the confusion leaping within
her as she was by the sensual spell he seemed to be weaving around her like a
web.
Resting his left elbow on the underwater shelf, he
lifted his other hand to shape the back of her head, his long fingers threading
through the damp silk of her hair. “Does
his touch arouse you?” Slowly,
sensuously, he pulled her toward him, closing the distance between them, until
his firm, mobile mouth was less than an inch from her own, his breath warm
against her lips. “Set you on
fire?” The hard contours of his body
brushed tantalizingly against the softly rounded curves of her own as the cool
water undulated against them. “Does he
kiss you like this?” Clay persisted, dropping a warm, feather-light kiss near
one corner of her trembling mouth, “like a father? Or perhaps like an uncle or older brother,
like this,” he pressed his lips first to her cheek, then, tilting her head
down, her forehead. “Or does he kiss you
like a lover? Like this”—and his mouth
closed over hers in a dark, golden storm, his lips expertly parting hers to
admit the probing sweetness of his tongue.
Leah stiffened and tried to pull away, but it was too
late. The flame ignited by his touch was
all-consuming. Without volition, her
arms went around his neck, her legs circled his waist, ankles locking behind
him. The sheer size of the erection
pressing against her sex made her gasp.
Her belly plummeted, sending moisture gushing out of her pussy onto the
thin strip of fabric that was her bikini bottom. She’d never been so aroused in her life. Her traitorous body arched toward his, her
hips grinding her sex against his cock.
She moaned into his mouth as his arms went tightly around her back,
crushing her soft breasts to his hard chest.
Locked together, they sank beneath the surface of the water. Instead of panicking and struggling to break
free, Leah wound her arms tightly around his neck and held on, trusting in his
care of her.
Without breaking the kiss, Clay pushed off the deep
end of the pool with a powerful thrust of his muscular legs, gliding swiftly
through the water to the center of the pool, where he could stand up. They broke the surface still locked together,
their mouths tearing apart only long enough to drag air into their oxygen-starved
lungs before crushing back together, tongues dueling passionately.
Leah loosened her hold on his neck,
running her hands wonderingly over his shoulders and back, savoring the power
of the muscles flexing beneath his satin-smooth skin, delighting in the heat of
his body beneath the cool slickness of the pool water. In spite of the pervading smell of chlorine,
she could still smell his clean, masculine scent. Losing all reason, she broke off the kiss to
bury her face in the side of his neck, where it curved into his shoulder, inhaling
that scent deep into her lungs.
Daringly, she put out her tongue and took a tiny lick of his warm, moist
skin. God, he tasted so good! He felt so good! She couldn’t stifle the groan that ripped
from her throat. Her hands curved around
to the back of his head, her fingers gripping the thick, wet mass of his hair,
holding his head still. She drew a
shuddering breath, trying desperately to get herself under control. This is
a mistake! This is a colossal mistake!
AUTHOR BIOGRAPHY
Julie has always loved stories,
both reading and writing them, ever since she was old enough to hold a book in
her hands. One of her favorite childhood
activities was smuggling books under the covers to read by flashlight after she
was supposed to be asleep.
A career as a children’s librarian
eventually led to her dream career as a freelance storyteller and puppeteer, a
business she operated successfully for twenty-five years. During that time she created and wrote all
the original material for Kidstuff, a
monthly language arts newsletter full of poems, songs, puppet and flannel-board
stories, finger plays, and other resource material for early childhood
educators. For that endeavor she won the
prestigious EDPRESS Award for the best educational newsletter of 1982. Her 288-page book, Puppets, Poems and Songs was a major resource. She has also written other resource materials
for librarians and preschool and early elementary teachers.
Julie lives in a suburb of Atlanta,
Georgia. Now widowed and retired, she
once again has time to devote to her two favorite things—reading and
writing—especially her new love, erotic romances with strong heroines, hunky
alpha-male heroes, and lots of smokin’ hot sex.
MY LINKS
Amazon author page: http://amzn.to/IEAADL
Website: http://bit.ly/Nn2gPE
Facebook author page: http://on.fb.me/19nGsh2
LinkedIn Profile: http://linkd.in/1gYBG9p
Eight years ago Jesse Colter fled his small town,
leaving behind eighteen-year-old Sarah Marshall, broken-hearted and
devastated. Now a retired Navy SEAL,
he’s back and he wants only one thing—Sarah Marshall—preferably bound, naked,
and on her knees before him.
She has never forgotten Jesse. He’s been the object of all her sexual
fantasies since she was fifteen, as well as the star of nightly dreams that
have become increasingly erotic over the years.
So when he suddenly reappears in her life, she is torn. Can she trust him not to hurt her, or will he
once again break her heart? Warily, she
agrees to let him introduce her to his world—the world of bondage, Domination,
and erotic slavery. When he also
introduces her to his best friend, Adam Sinclair, Sarah faces a daunting future
of sexual submission to two powerful alpha males.
But Sarah faces an even bigger challenge. Someone is stalking her. Is it the old enemy who’s just been released
from prison? Or is it someone else from her
past who is determined to destroy any chance she has at happiness? Can Adam’s and Jesse’s love protect her? Or will her world explode in a cataclysm of
betrayal and violence that will destroy them all?
LOVING SARAH --
ADULT EXCERPT
“Greedy
little sub,” Adam chuckled. He
manipulated her slick, swollen pussy lips, sliding them back and forth until
one of the frozen red grapes popped from its dewy prison. It sat, glistening lewdly, nestled between
her sopping wet lips like some obscene sex organ. “Do not come,” he instructed quietly, working
his tongue beneath the grape and sliding it all the way up her slit. He flicked it rapidly across her frazzled
clit before pulling the small fruit into his mouth and chewing noisily.
She was
gasping like a beached fish, desperately trying to hold off her climax.
“Do not
come,” he repeated, squeezing another grape free and looking at it for a long
moment before taking it into his mouth.
“God, you taste delicious,” he murmured, sliding his tongue back and
forth along the length of her slit, just barely touching that nerve-ridden
nubbin of flesh that was the center of both her pleasure and her torment. “Like sunshine and flowers and sweet, sweet
cream.”
She lay
there, shuddering and twitching as he tunneled his tongue into the depths of
her
cunt, releasing two more grapes and sending her body
spiraling up, up, up toward the orgasm that hovered so tantalizingly out of
reach. The orgasm she so desperately
craved, yet knew she must not have. The
one she fought with every trembling muscle in her body.
Adam
pushed her right up to the edge. Then
stopped.
He
straightened, watching her entire body shudder helplessly as yet another orgasm
retreated. He reveled in the power her
submission gave him. Power to control,
to direct, to manipulate. Power to
render her helpless against her body’s own dark needs even as he drove her to
the ultimate in sexual pleasure. “You do
not have permission to come,” he reminded her as, one by one, he pulled more
round red globes into his mouth. He
released her pussy lips and stood up to allow Jesse to take his place.
A sob
heaved from her lungs as she frantically fought her body’s brutal need to
climax.
Jesse
spread her labia apart with his thumbs, revealing her entire slit from her
clenching ass hole at the bottom to the portal of her vagina and her clit at
the very top. Her flesh was pink and
swollen and dripping with the cream of her arousal. By now the remaining grapes were held firmly
in place within her vaginal walls. Jesse
rubbed his nose along her cleft, lapping his tongue at her dripping entrance,
making her shudder and squirm. Placing
his palm over her mound, he pressed down.
“Push,” he said and a grape popped out onto his tongue.
He bit
into the crisp flesh and was rewarded with a burst of tart sweetness that
blended with Sarah’s own unique flavor, making it the most delicious treat he’d
ever eaten. He ate all the remaining
grapes, taking his time to dig each one out, finger-fucking her, building her
arousal to a fever pitch. By the time he
finished the last one, she was moaning and writhing and burning with the need
to come. “Please, Jesse,” she begged,
her voice hoarse with passion.
“Please….”
“Please
what?” he asked perversely, grinning as he slowly circled his finger
around her clit, manipulating the
surrounding flesh without actually touching the pearl itself, keeping her
teetering on the edge, frantic and desperate.
It was
pure torture and she gritted her teeth and stiffened her muscles in a losing
effort to
keep her climax at bay. She knew she wouldn’t be able to hold out
much longer. “Please let me come,” she
begged.
“I don’t
know.” Jesse tilted his head, appearing
to consider. As he did so, he began
tapping his thumb repeatedly against her clit, increasing her suffering a
hundred-fold.
Oh. My.
God! The breath shuddered from her lungs. Her muscles clenched so tight she feared
she‘d never get them to relax again. She
squirmed as her need to climax threatened to swallow her alive.
“Whaddya
think, Adam? Has she earned the right to
come?”
Sarah’s
beseeching gaze flew to her other tormenter, who gave her a sly smile as he
reached for her clamped breasts.
“Yeah. She’s been a pretty good
girl.”
“Then
come for us, Sarah,” Jesse toggled her
clit, Adam released the clips on her nipples, and she let out a shriek as her
orgasm hit her with the force of an avalanche, blasting through her, leveling
everything in its path. Her back arched
into a rigid bow as pleasure clenched her muscles so tight, she thought she
heard bones snapping. And while she was
still screaming and jerking about wildly, Jesse stood and unzipped his jeans,
freeing his iron-hard cock. Grabbing her
hips, he thrust into her, stroking savagely in and out until she came again,
her muscles clamping around him so tightly his eyes crossed.
And
again she came, with tremors so violent they rivaled a magnitude 10 earthquake,
even as Jesse spilled his seed deep inside her. He pulled out and Adam took his place until
he, too, climaxed, emptying himself inside her still-convulsing cunt. He remained deeply buried, rocking his hips
hard against her, letting the long, liquid pulls of her inner muscles milk
every last drop of come from his pumping cock.
There was so much it splatted onto the floor in thick, milky blobs. Finally, with a hoarse cry, he pulled out,
staggering backwards to collapse into the chair behind him, his hand still
stroking his dwindling cock, wet and slick with the combination of all their
juices.
Sarah
flopped back on the table, jerking like a spastic marionette, totally spent,
wondering desperately where all the oxygen had gone.
She was
dimly aware of Jesse scooping her up off the table and flopping into the
nearest chair with her straddling his lap, holding her close, crooning softly
in her ear. His voice came at her from a
great distance, gradually fading until there was nothing but silence. She had passed out.
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It’s been a month since Sarah Marshall was kidnapped
and held at knife-point by her ex-fiance.
But Jesse Colter and Adam Sinclair, her two loving Doms, know that there
is an even deadlier threat still out there—Ryder Malone.
He blames both Sarah and Jesse for sending him to
prison eight years ago for attempted rape, and he’s determined to make them
pay. So, he begins a systematic campaign
of terror and intimidation against them.
But the danger he poses doesn’t end there.
Set against the
deepening love and commitment between Sarah, Jesse, and Adam, Owning Sarah is
more than just a sexy, sensual, BDSM love story. It is a harrowing race against time for
Jesse, Adam, and a team of former SEALs to stop one of the biggest
arms-for-drugs deals in U.S. history.
And to rescue Sarah before Malone sells her to a human trafficker and
she’s lost to her men forever.
OWNING SARAH - ADULT EXCERPT
“There’s my good girl.” His face
softened. “Look, sugar, I agree that this is your domain, where you’re in
charge. I get it. What you don’t get
is that you are only in charge if I’m not
in here with you. Because then it
becomes my domain, and I’m in charge, because no matter where
we are, if we’re together, I am in
charge of you. Are we clear?” When
she didn’t answer, his eyes darkened.
Pinioned by no more than his
black gaze and the hand tightening around her neck, she might just as well have
been tightly restrained. She couldn’t move. Not even when he took the final
step that closed the distance between them, commandeering her personal space,
dark intent in his eyes and raw hunger in every savage line of his face. She
held her breath. Her nipples hardened and her stomach plummeted. “Jesse…”
One black eyebrow shot up. “Are
we clear, baby?”
She gulped, struggling to
maintain her swiftly-vanishing equilibrium. “Y-yes, Jesse.”
“Good. Glad that’s settled. Now,
I believe I gave you a direct order, Sarah. But since you seem to be incapable of
following it, I’ll help.”
She watched, aghast, as he
shoved her chair out of the way with his foot, sending it scooting across the
marble floor. With both hands, he unbuttoned her teal silk blouse, jerked the
tails out of the waistband of her skirt and removed it, tossing it casually
onto the seat of her chair. Reaching behind her, he deftly unclasped her ecru
lace bra and pulled it off, revealing her creamy breasts to his hot, hard gaze.
Folding the scrap of lace carefully, he stuffed it into the flapped pocket on
the left leg of his cargoes. “Offer your breasts to me, Sunny.”
She gulped. Sunny. The name he and Adam had given
her—the slave name he and Adam had
given her. The name that let her know that a scene had officially started and
she was their property until they saw fit to release her. Swallowing again, she
curved her hands beneath her voluptuous breasts, lifting them up as if
sacrificing them to a pagan god.
Every cell in his body burst
into vibrant, throbbing life. He tried to swallow, but all the moisture in his
mouth had evaporated and he couldn’t get his tongue to work. Christ! She wrecked him! She simply wrecked him! He still couldn’t believe
he finally had her after needing her for so long. Eight years! Eight fuckin’ years!
“Jesus, sugar, your breasts are
so gorgeous.” It was a hoarse whisper, barely audible above the blood pounding
in his ears. His head descended. He closed his lips around one berry-like
nipple and began suckling hard, flicking his tongue across the tight little nub
like a scourge, sending ribbons of pleasure lashing against her clit.
Whimpering, she dropped her
head back and arched forward, undulating her hips as she sought more of his
exquisite torture.
Roughly replacing her hands
with his, he plumped the soft pillows of her breasts as his mouth ravaged her
nipples, going back and forth from one to the other, licking, sucking, taking
sharp little nips that made her squeal, before soothing her with his tongue.
Spiraling higher and higher
toward release, she could feel her juices running freely down the insides of
her thighs. God, she was close…So close…
Grabbing her shoulders, he
turned her, and bent her forward, smashing her wet breasts against the
cluttered, glass-covered desktop. Jeez,
that’s cold. She sucked in a gasp as he roughly hiked her skirt up around
her waist. Cool air brushed across the exposed skin of her buttocks. “Hands
over your head, baby, grab the front edge of the desk and spread your legs.”
“Jesse, please,” she gasped,
shoulders straining against his superior strength as he man-handled her into
the position he wanted. “Judge Walters’s clerk is on his way over here. He’ll
be here any minute!”
“Then I suggest you get a move
on, little sub.”
“Jesse, please…” She continued
to resist, even as tremors of need pulsed through her until she was shaking all
over. Part of her, the prim and proper, sexually repressed part, the part she’d
named Angel, told her to defy him, since he was clearly out of line by coming
into her office like this, expecting her to just drop everything and have wild,
desktop sex. The other part of her, the inner, wanton, hedonistic imp she’d
named Dolores, knew defiance was pointless. Knew she’d already lost this
particular battle. Just do it, goaded Dolores’s shrill little
voice in her head. Let him bend you over
the desk. Let him force you to have sex—yeah, like he’d have to force you. After all, Dolores clapped her hands
gleefully, seeing she had Sarah’s rapt attention, what’s the worst thing that can happen? The hottest man on the face of
the planet will fuck you to the best orgasm of your life, that’s what! Really
not seein’ the problem here, sweetcakes!
Unfortunately this was the part
that always got her into trouble. Because ever since Jesse and Adam had come
into her life, this was the part she always listened to. “What if someone just
walks right in? They’ll see…”
“Time’s a-wastin’, Sarah.” Without
waiting for her reply, he grabbed the elastic waistband of her teal silk and
ecru lace panties and yanked them down until they caught halfway down her
thighs, stretched to their limit. “Close your legs.” Barely giving her enough
time to slide her feet together, he lifted one booted foot, placed it between
her legs atop the bunched fabric and shoved the panties down to the floor. “Step
out.”
Kicking the scrap of brightly colored
silk out of the way with the toe of his boot, he unzipped his jeans, freeing
the iron rod of his cock. With a low groan, he rocked his hips forward, humping
his hot, damp cock into the crease of her ass. “Christ, sugar, you feel so
fuckin’ good! I’ve been dreamin’ about this all damn day.”
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