I have Elise Hepner back today with more on her new book, A Marriage of Inconvenience.
Izzy Thorton’s mother is dying.
Her best friend, Sebastian Leery, made Izzy’s mother’s dying wish come true.
Now Izzy and Sebastian are getting hitched in a quickie ceremony.
Among the myriad of problems for Izzy including her new husband’s little black book, his workaholic tendencies, and his hidden, although not so secret love of BDSM—she’s actually in love with him. Caught with the task of proving to him that his self-perceived sins hide a man only his secretly submissive best friend could accept, can she convince Bash before he pushes her away for good?
Sebastian Leery’s mother was murdered in front of him.
To spare his best friend pain he’ll renounce his playboy ways.
Now he needs to be a man he never thought he was capable of becoming—for his wife.
But his difficulties have only begun when his demons rise to the surface and tap dance all over his new marriage—with the potential to scare away the most important woman in his life. When Izzy insists she’s in love with him, he yearns to rip off the mask of normalcy, and bare it all so she knows the monster behind the man. Torn between her vision of him and his reality, Sebastian must walk a thin line. Can he convince Izzy that she’s in love with a mirage, without destroying their relationship in the process?
Tied together for life, will they choose to tighten the ropes, or break their bonds for good?
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Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was a whole night of pent up sexual frustration, she didn’t know—all she did know was she wasn’t going to do a damn thing he said tonight. A very masculine noise trickled from deep down in his throat. Izobel only regretted the refusal to bow down to orders for a second.
Then he stalked toward the edge of the bed.
“Izobel. Put. On. Your. Clothes.”
She shook her head and crossed her arms underneath her breasts lifting them in her bra. His gaze shot there before flicking up to her face with a frown.
“I know what I want. Stop refusing to give it to me.”
“I will punish you. I won’t care if you don’t like it. I’ve come very close to breaking tonight, and you will push me to my breaking point. Do you understand what you’re courting? I don’t think you have the foggiest idea, Izzy,” he whispered the words with an edge she’d never expected to hear from him. A lust she’d only ever heard in her dreams or fantasies.
She settled more firmly back into the pillows.
“Your choice. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Before she could take another breath, his hand snatched at her outstretched ankle, and he dragged her across the bed. She let out a quick scream but didn’t fight him. Her limbs were oddly weightless, head spinning as he plopped down on the foot of the bed and dragged her over his lap as if she were a light, feather pillow. Bash cursed as she settled over his hard cock which poked into her abdomen like a giant sign that tonight was going to be one to remember.
“Cry out as much as you like. It might make you feel better. I know I like it.”
There was barely enough time to register a prickle of fear before his palm thwacked against her right ass cheek, and the first sharp sting radiated through her body with a spike of adrenaline-fueled surprise.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, instinctively wiggling away even while his other hand was clamped firmly against the back of her neck.
“There’s much more where that came from, baby. I’m giving you everything you deserve, everything you think you want, and everything you asked for tonight. Then we’ll see how much you love me.”
His little speech only half-registered before a steady rain of blows against her ass ripped her breath from her body. It hurt more than she’d anticipated, but there was a small place inside her that warmed, glowing, with every blow. There was no holding back her small whimpers or moans. If he was going to do it, he deserved to know exactly how she felt while he was inflicting the best erotic torture she’d ever endured. As if to prove his point, he turned up the intensity until the next series of well-placed spanks jerked up her spine and made her bow over his lap grinding into his thick cock.
Her hands automatically scrambled for purchase, face flushed with the struggle of accepting the burn of his palm on her ass. Every second was another second where she willingly submitted, another second she couldn’t breathe past the desire pulsing through her body.
“I won’t stop until you wear my brand on your ass for days, baby. Scream for me if you have to, I like it.”
She moaned giving up the struggle of trying to gain her balance until every blow shifted her across his noticeable erection. As soon as she got too far away his fingers bit into her thigh, pulling her back. There was no escape, no mercy. Fresh waves of pain radiated up her spine and down into her toes. It only intensified the deep, pleasurable ache that burrowed deep in her middle washing over her in small bursts of white. Her thoughts became a blank canvas, pussy fluttering and pulsing from his attention. Soon her body became attuned to each blow, anticipatory tingling across her flesh in goose bumps.
“You’re getting downright pliant underneath my palm, wife. Are you liking it a little too much?” When his hand squeezed one bruised cheek, the flash of agony made her shudder from the marks he’d already inflicted on her tender ass. “Tell me you love it, and mean it.”
She swallowed, trying to work her jaw when her brain felt drugged. Her mouth was dry, and she blinked past the haze of overstimulation. Bash’s other hand fell on the back of her neck as he jerked her head up, fingers digging into her spine where it felt close to a really rough massage.
“What did I say, baby? My hand isn’t even tired.” The threat in his low voice made her body pulse, bucking on his lap, and he hissed through his teeth. “Oh, I like it when you struggle.”
“I love it!” His fingers squeezed once on her neck, and she yelped. “I love it, Sir. Yes, please. Please, Sir.”
“Mmm, very good. You get a reward.” She could hear the smile in his voice, and the idea that she’d pleased him for whatever reason brought a dopey grin to her lips.
Vague hopes for more orgasms flashed across her thoughts before he gave her right ass cheek another resounding smack, and she cried out.
“Get off me. On your knees facing me.”
Oh, shit. Moving seemed utterly impossible. His hands were gone, and she was left to fend for herself, eventually rolling to the side with a wince and landing unceremoniously onto the floor.
“Be careful. I don’t want you to damage anything…that’s my job,” Bash practically purred as Izzy struggled to get back into her submissive position with her ass a giant throbbing welt of stinging bliss.
She practically squirmed from the unaccustomed discomfort. Any time she moved, it was a giant sign in her head reminding her who’d just claimed her completely—and she couldn’t deny she was getting off on it. Her nipples poked through her white bra, skin hypersensitive as if she hadn’t gotten any in a year. Her cheeks flamed, pulse clamored at her neck as if her blood wanted to leave her body. But she never raised her gaze from the carpet. Despite the fact that her whole body shook and she was on the edge waiting for his next directive, she remained in position with her hands clasped firmly behind her back.
“You look beautiful, Izzy,” The huskiness in his voice made her blink back tears.
There was a strained grunt before the ripping noise of zipper teeth being parted rent through the air. Izobel gave her hands an extra squeeze for comfort. His fingers cupped her jaw, and the small touch made her gasp as she licked her lips. It was a constant struggle to keep her eyes glued to the floor.
“Open for me, baby.”
Without thinking her lips parted at the same time that he jerked her head up and no sooner was she compliant than his cock was sliding to the hilt down her throat. For a second, she panicked, a lack of air making her mentally scramble. But his fingers ran down her cheek, a light stroke that left her boneless. He was still here. He wouldn’t ever truly hurt her badly—not unless she wanted it. With that trust in mind, she forcibly relaxed her mouth. He was too thick and the head brushed too deep in her throat until she thought she’d choke and gag. But he gripped her by the back of the head with a sexy chuckle, the small noise making her juices coat her inner thighs.
“Don’t you dare look away from me. You feel fucking amazing, you know that? God, what have I been missing out on all these years?” Bash made a masculine noise of satisfaction. “I’m going to ride your pretty mouth and you’re going to take me. Do you understand?”
Izobel did her best to nod despite half his cock still hollowing her cheeks, her eyes watering from taking him in her mouth. No sooner had he said something than he slammed his hips forward driving his cock down deep again. She fought a scream. The instinct for air prickled deep inside her body, but her thoughts could only register his punishing thrusts between her lips. She did her best to suck him, stroke him with her tongue. But he made it perfectly clear she wasn’t the one in control as he abused her mouth until her jaw ached with the strain of it.
“That’s it. Take me deeper. Yes.”
There was nothing more she wanted than to please him despite the shock mingling with arousal in her system. She was on fuck auto-pilot. So purely alive and aware that each moment zinged against her synapsis. Never would she forget the way his cock slid down her throat, how his skin tasted sweet, his precum, slightly salty as she laved her tongue over his head before he thrust her head backward for a deeper angle. He adjusted her at his whim as she hung in for the ride, desperately ignoring her blatant need that sang like fire through her veins.
God, she was close to coming just as they were right that second.
“So hot, so wet. You’re perfect, just like I thought. Mmm, never stop, baby. I’m going to be doing this every day at least three times a day,” he groaned.
A flash of realization broke through her haze as she recognized that he’d planned for the future as if it existed for them. The slip up fueled her even more.
His hand tightened in her hair, and she whimpered from the sharp throb. Bash’s hips kept up their merciless rhythm, his musky smell inescapable as her lips and cheeks strained to take him perfectly every single time. Her force of will was the only thing that kept her arms behind her back. When she could manage the angle, she did her best to lick over the tip of him, suck harder, and participate outside of his punishing tempo.
“You’re going to make me spill down the back of your throat if you’re not careful.” As if to illustrate his point he drove home until her nose was pressed to his groin and he stayed put cutting off any chance of air.
Izobel swallowed adjusting to the weight of him so impossibly deep while her eyes burned from the strain of keeping her gaze trained on him. He pumped languidly between her lips, as if he wasn’t even aware he was making the small movements. Still, she was grateful, the respite gave her small sips of air.
“I’m going to slip out from those gorgeously bruised lips, and when I do, I expect you to crawl on your hands and knees until you hit the bed. Bend over it until your ass is in the air, and put your hands behind your back.”
Izobel blinked twice, hoping Bash understood that she understood his orders. He slid out of her mouth with a pop. He sighed at the same time that she mentally mourned the loss of him. No sooner had she registered that he was gone, however, when his boot was urging her forward with light pressure to her bruised ass cheek. The sensation made her wince as she crawled across the floor. Her hips swiveled, making her aware of every ache, every sensation that screamed through her flesh. She’d never felt so present in her own skin. It was almost an odd sense of pride that flushed across her as she pulled herself up over the bed and followed his exact instructions.
“I did a good job with that ass, if I do say so myself.” His flicker of joy warmed her heart, but then he splayed his fingers over her lower back and she sensed the brush of rope from the curtain sash against the crack of her ass. She swallowed, a new flash of adrenaline making her tremble.
Her ass still stung and he only increased the sensation when he bent, his still hard cock pressed against her along with the rest of his body. He pushed her into the bed until she was sure he could sense her heartbeat through her back. It didn't take a genius to figure out what he’d do with the rope—but how would he do it? Anticipation coiled thick in her belly, and she fought to remember to breathe.
“Put your arms behind your back. Don’t move your wrists.”
She did as she was instructed without hesitation. Meanwhile, her flesh buzzed and burned beneath his suppressed strength as he tied the rope securely around her upper arms all the way down to her wrists. With each exhale, her desperate need for an orgasm was becoming harder and harder to ignore. His breath tickled against the nape of her neck and she shuddered which made him chuckle. The joyous rumble awakened every sexual molecule in her body until she softly groaned, praying he didn’t hear the small, vulnerable noise, knowing he wouldn’t like that she was enjoying herself so much when he was trying to prove something to her that wasn’t possible.
“Eager, are we? Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make sure I’m very well taken care of tonight and maybe if you’re really good I’ll throw you a bone. How does that sound?”
She snorted, and the small bit of insolence was answered by a swift jolt on the ropes until she winced from the pressure to her shoulders.
“I wouldn’t do that again,” Bash warned. “I wouldn’t mind making that ass redder, you got me?”
This time she jerked her head up and down in a swift nod.
“Good girl.” The masculine satisfaction threaded through his voice made her tremble to the very core of her soul. “Spread your legs.”
With a tight swallow, she awkwardly spread her thighs. Still his hands meandered down her sore ass to her inner thighs to part them even farther until she had to bite her lip to keep from calling out. He was so close, but so far. Honestly, she didn’t know how much longer she could hold out despite her desperation to please him. What would he do if she failed him? The idea thrust her head up just as she sensed the hard warmth of Bash’s cock probing her quivering pussy. There wasn’t enough time to gasp before he was sheathed inside her wet heat with one rough shove forward. All of the air was knocked out of her lungs while she scrambled against the onslaught of sensation—only made more intense by the pure fact that she couldn’t move her arms and break away.
“That’s it. Take me deep, baby. Relax into it, let me do the work,” he crooned near the shell of her ear, such a marked difference to the quick piston of his hips slapping against her ass.He took her without mercy. She loved it way too much. The primal satisfaction as their bodies slapped, sweated, and ached together came to a crescendo inside her, and she couldn’t hold back anymore. While her body bounced against the bed, his fingers dug into her hips until he forced her back on his cock so that he pressed so deep, she worried he’d never find his way out. Full seconds passed where she thought she might not be able to breathe again as the waves of intense ecstasy unfurled from the lack of power that coursed through her veins. With every word, every gesture, he took his fierce pleasure, and she languished in the serene, overwhelming gratification of being owned body and soul.