The Masters of Tabu center around the
journey of college friends from Dallas, Texas, seeking redemption, healing and
love when they least expect it. Hot days and sizzling nights await—Marcus
Knight, Mitchell Prince, Jared King, Shane Marshal, Brock Dragon and Jagger
Squire with Simon Tempest, a friend of Marcus Knight rounding out the co-owners
of Club Tabu, a BDSM private club.
Dallas
will never be the same.
BLURB:
Marcus
Knight, entrepreneur and CEO of Knight Enterprises, is a Dom with a darker
side. After a nasty divorce, he’s sworn off any emotional involvement with any
woman. By accident he meets a woman at a party when he travels to New York City
for business. She’s too young and inexperienced with his lifestyle. Or so he
thinks.
Khari
Bradford, small town girl in search of fame and fortune on the Broadway stage.
On a chance meeting, she meets an older man who captivates her. Within a short
time, she becomes his newest submissive, but wonders how she ended up with him
instead of on Broadway.
Will
her new aspiration have her lose both dreams, Broadway and her Knight after
discovering he has no intentions of staying in New York or with her? Will
Marcus return to Dallas and give Khari her dream, but lose the woman who makes
his heart sing?
LOG
LINE/TAG LINE:
A Princess in search of her Knight in shining armor.
ADULT
EXCERPT:
Speechless, she
couldn’t believe meeting one of the best-looking men she’d ever seen came quite
by accident. Her heart pounded and electric sparks flitted over her skin that
first time. The way he smiled sent ripples of desire straight to the center
between her thighs, and when he spoke with the low, seductive voice, her
insides felt delicious, warm enough to melt chocolate. The authority he exuded
with his body captured her full attention and almost instinctively she obeyed
his every command. Each encounter with the enigmatic man was more intense and
kinkier. Sir, from the beginning, took her places way beyond her imagination and
did so with nothing except his presence and tone of voice. Slowly, by methodic
and patient means, he’d introduced her to satisfying ways to express those
sexual fantasies she dared to speak out loud to him. To trust a man again
filled her heart.
So here she stood,
blinking into the darkness of the blindfold, contemplating how her life changed
after moving to New York to follow her dream, to this. A tingle between sore
legs brought her back from the questioning thoughts. She twitched at the
thought of how his skin was like velvet-covered steel and smelled of musky
spice. The effect he had on all her senses had her craving him even when not in
his presence.
“Hmm, you like the
sensation, don’t you?” The silky-soft voice of the man spoke so low, she wasn’t
sure if it belonged to Sir. Of course, it had to be him. No one else was in the
room. I’m acting silly. He wouldn’t let
another man touch me this way, would he?
Nodding, she tried to
form some coherent words, but the gag Sir placed in her mouth prevented any audible
speech. Saliva slid out the corners of her lips as she struggled to remain
motionless by his demands. The flicking across her bare skin by the device of
torture he used sent erotic electric charges through every nerve ending. The
soft and delicate piece flitting over her skin seemed like a feather at first,
but at this point in the evening, she couldn’t distinguish anything, only the
pleasure she received from the delightful caress. The pain in her legs from not
moving mounted, mixing with the exquisite touches he delivered. He’d instructed
her to warn him if she felt numbness or tingling, but the discomfort hadn’t
reached that point yet. She loved the bondage, but not to the point of doing
something stupid. She squirmed and tried to wiggle her toes despite the tight
fit in the high-heels. Circulating the blood to keep any numbness or tingling
at bay had been the reason, but the erotic sensations he produced to the other
parts of her body helped distract her.
“I see you’re eager,
but I don’t want you to come quite yet, my pet.” The delicate stroking of the
tickler traveled along her sensitive flesh, trailing circles over her hip bones
then lower to each thigh.
Khari took a deep
breath, trying desperately to remain focused and to obey his reaffirmed order
not to move. She failed, just like all the other times lately. Shuddering from
the stirring emotions fluttering through her insides, she couldn’t control her
body no matter how she concentrated. He’d told her this was part of the
learning curve. Granted, she’d not been one to learn quickly, but this was
something she wanted to do to please him, and she felt defeated. For a couple
hours, he’d been building her up until she was one large mass of hypersensitive
nerve endings ready to ignite, and he wouldn’t let her come if she continued to
disobey his instructions.
His touch and the
release of the restraints at her feet signaled what would come next, and for a
brief moment the muscles in her legs relaxed. He massaged her ankles and
calves, making sure she had good circulation. Slipping her killer shoes off
long enough to wiggle her toes, she willed the tension in them to calm. His
close masculine presence prevented her from moving much more than that until he
gave the word. His gentle touch lulled her into a heavenly state of being.
Always did. Her pussy contracted, pulsing with need. Moisture seeped from
between the delicate folds and down her inner thighs. Her heart pounded
fiercely in her chest, and her pulse raced. She was so ready for him to come
inside her. God, I can’t take much more
of this.
A soft whimper escaped
around the ball gag. She concentrated on his touch. His hands explored her
waist, rising to her exposed breasts, and then tugged on the clamps attached to
her nipples. She jerked with every tug, causing tears of delight, and a
tingling darted straight to her core.
“I love to mix your
pleasure and pain, my sweet pet.”
Why did his words make
her want more? The first occasion he used the devices he left them on for a
short time, increasing the tension with each subsequent meeting. Tonight, he
applied tighter pressure than usual and immediately attached them upon arriving
at the penthouse. When he decided to remove them later, the blood rushing back
to the constricted nipples would bring tremendous pain. An exquisite sensation
if she played it right.
“Put those heels back
on. You know I like the way you look wearing them.”
Reluctantly, she did.
She wouldn’t mind so much if he’d remove the gag and clamps, but she knew the
time would only happen when he wanted
to do so.
“Now. Turn around.”
Her mind went blank and
offered no resistance to his commanding presence. With the tingling in her legs
and the fading numbness in her feet from the stilettos, she nearly stumbled as
she took a step to face away from the sound of his voice. Disoriented for a few
seconds, she luxuriated in the warmth of his body against her bare back, which
tended to balance her.
Be naughty, my pets . . .
~Gray~
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