I have Elise Hepner back today with more on her new book, A Marriage of Inconvenience.
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.
“I’m
comfortable.”
“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.
