Genre:
Contemporary Erotica, BDSM
Character
Name: Marcus Knight
Hero/Heroine/villain/secondary:
Khari Bradford, lover, submissive, and singer/dancer
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GRAY:
Hey, Marcus. I’m so happy you decided to share with the readers.
MARCUS:
My pleasure, pet. It’s the least I could do for my favorite word master. (An
eyebrow shoots up and the corners of his mouth turn up revealing a wicked grin.)
GRAY:
*blushes* Oh Marcus, you’re so bad. I hope I’m the only one. Can we change the
subject and you tell us a little about yourself. How did you come to my attention?
MARCUS:
If I remember correctly, you came to me. I guess I should amend that and say you
came to us. My friends and I were watching a Dallas Cowboys game at Club Tabu
for Sports Night and you walked in. Our lives were never the same.
GRAY:
Oh, yes, I remember that night. You’ve changed my life too. Tell us more. What
do you do for a living?
MARCUS: I’m
a businessman, an entrepreneur really. I started the parent company, Knight
Enterprises, on a dare from my buddies at Texas A & M. My little computer
gaming business eventually turned into a worldwide multi-millionaire
conglomerate, acquiring eleven smaller companies from Dallas to Hong Kong to
New York. Of course, my favorite is Club Tabu which I co-own with my friends.
GRAY: A
self-made man. How sexy is that, right? What or who is the greatest love of
your life and why?
MARCUS:
Thanks Gray. Strong, powerful, wealthy men are usually considered sexy, but to
me it’s just my job. Work used to be my passion, my love, my success for
defining my life. However, today I’ve found a new love, one that makes getting
up in the morning and going to bed at night worth living. I lost her once and
those were the worst seven months of my life, even after the cheating wife and
stalker debacles. I wanted perfection, but in the end I discovered what I
wanted was a woman who complimented me and enjoyed the whips and chains that
excite as much as I like using them. All the rest fell in place after that.
GRAY:
*shivers run down the spine* Oh, she must be a real treasure. With that being
said, what’s your greatest fear?
MARCUS: Losing
her again, of course. Enough said. Next question.
GRAY:
Okay then. Do you have a motto in life?
MARCUS:
Not really, but I have a code I try to live by. It’s play safe, sane and always
with consent.
GRAY: I
agree those are good words to live by in any lifestyle choice. Switching up a
bit here, how do the other characters in your debut book view you?
MARCUS:
We get along great. We may have a few disagreements now and then, but I’ve
known the guys since college and a couple longer. Mitchell Prince works for
Knight Enterprises as the chief counsel. Simon Tempest only appears briefly and
he’s new to the group. I bought out his music production company but offered
him a position to stay on. You’ll get to meet him next year, as well as the
others making cameo appearances throughout the series. I guess it all depends
on you, my pet.
GRAY:
Yes, it does. You bad boys better behave or I’ll give you some of my own
version of bondage and discipline. *winks*
MARCUS:
I wouldn’t do that, pet. Topping from the bottom is something I don’t tolerate.
Let’s just get back to the questions, shall we?
GRAY:
*swallows hard* Yes, Sir. What do you prefer? To spread and hear gossip, or be
the creator of gossip fodder?
MARCUS:
Neither. I’m a straight-shooter. If I don’t like something, I’ll tell you. I
don’t have to go behind someone’s back and fabricate or perpetuate another’s
gossip to get pleasure from doing so. Communication, and I mean honest, true exchange
of opinions and feelings, is vital in any relationship whether business or
personal. If I don’t like you, I’ll say so. If I don’t like what you’re doing,
I’ll voice my opinion. If I want to bring you pleasure, I expect you to tell me
how.
GRAY: I
so agree, Sir. What is it about you that will draw readers in?
MARCUS:
My magnetic personality, of course. *Grins* If you were to ask Khari, she’d
probably say how well I use my hands and voice to make her insides do
flip-flops and her skin tingle with pleasure. I think the readers would enjoy
that. Don’t you? *winks again*
GRAY: *blushes*
Alrighty then, I think it’s time to shift gears here and ask random, innocuous
questions. If you were a color, what color would you be and why?
MARCUS:
Black, but I do like blue, to match my eyes. Why? Because they look good on me.
*Leans back in chair, crosses arms over his chest and the corners of his mouth
turn up in a wicked grin* Don’t you agree?
GRAY:
*clears throat* Um, I’m supposed to ask the questions, Sir. I think we need to
move on. I think I’ll stick with a few lightning speed questions instead. Are
you ready?
MARCUS:
Pet, I’m always ready, are you?
GRAY:
*sighs* Okay. Blondes, Redheads, or Brunettes?
MARCUS:
I love all women, but I prefer blonde, especially the color of Khari’s. Long,
bouncy curls and slightly disheveled.
GRAY:
(trying to stay composed) Boxers or Briefs?
MARCUS:
Commando all the way baby.
GRAY:
(quickly losing composure with that image) Chocolate, Strawberry or Vanilla?
MARCUS:
Definitely not vanilla, but I’ll take a scoop of each and lick the melting
cream from—
GRAY:
Sir! Please, that’s too much information for the readers!
MARCUS:
What? I was going to say lick from the cone. What did you think I’d say?
GRAY:
(mouth still agape) Oh, I…I just thought, oh never mind. Next one. Soft and
Sweet or Up Against the Wall?
MARCUS:
You’re really asking me that? Seriously? Up Against The Wall. Hands pinned
above your head. Legs spread. Blindfolded. And—
GRAY:
Oh, please stop, Sir. This isn’t going well. I’m losing control. Let’s just end
the interview with a thank you to Master Knight for sharing some interesting
information for the readers. I know how busy you are and look forward to
reading more about you and Khari in the future.
MARCUS:
My pleasure, pet. I hope I brought you and the readers a little pleasure today.
I always strive to do just that. A little pain combined with the right kind of
pleasure is always good.
Okay, I don't know about you, but that is worth a cold shower! Now, here's a little snippet!
Tentatively,
tremulously, she opened her mouth to speak.
His tall, solidly
muscled body leaned over her, surrounding her with the sumptuous, sinful scents
of his cologne. A slow, sensual smile stretched the corners of his hard mouth.
Leaning lower, his lips brushed hers, barely. A delicate caress so light she
thought at first she imagined the touch. Her breath went fast and short. Her
throat tightened with a suppressed moan.
He lifted his head and
brought two fingers under her chin, tracing his thumb along her lower lip,
slowly, deliberately. She fluttered her eyelids until they completely opened to
study the brilliance of his concentrated look piercing her with such intensity,
powerful and predatory. Heat and more moisture pooled between her legs.
Surprised by how aroused she became by a mere glance from him, her sex clenched
from his focus on her. As the feathery touch of his fingertips grazed over her
cheek, she went weak all over and her knees almost buckled out from under her.
“Not yet, my pet.
Later. After we talk. Get in.” His voice was as smooth as velvet, yet firm in
his direction, rendering her speechless, unable to fight his command.
Ducking her head to
clear the door frame, she slid onto the leather seat and adjusted her jeans as
best she could. God, I hope he can’t see
how wet I am.
The driver’s side door
opened, and Marcus got situated behind the steering wheel. She turned her
attention away and glanced out the window. She needed to get control of her
emotions, or she wouldn’t survive long in his presence without breaking down.
Minutes passed slowly
before he broke the silence between them. “You can call your friends.”
“And tell them what?
I’ve been kidnapped?”
“Your sassing me will
earn you more punishment, Khari. Tell them you’re with an old friend and won’t
be back until late.”
His words were stern,
and she knew he meant the punishment part. The call was made and ended in less
than a minute. Silence again fell within the confines of the luxury vehicle.
“Unzip your jeans.” His
gruffness took possession of the air that lay between them.
“What?”
“Don’t question me,
pet. Have you so easily forgotten when I tell you to do something, you do it?
No questions asked.”
She harrumphed. “You’re
not going to stop calling me that, are you? And no, I haven’t forgotten.
Anything.” She crossed her arms over her chest and mumbled. “Still demanding I
see, Marcus.”
“You’ve lost whatever
respect you had over the past several months. Do I have to pull over and
indoctrinate you on the proper responses to my commands?”
“Okay, fine.” She
raised her hips slightly and yanked the fastener down after unbuttoning the brass
closure. “There. Satisfied, Sir?”
“Good girl.” He
extended his hand and pushed past the opening and stopped short of her clit.
“You’re not shaved.” He withdrew his hand.
She turned her head
toward him. “Uh, duh, no. I thought I’d take a vacation since I didn’t have to
please you.”
“That will change.”
“Uh, I don’t think so.
You’re not my Master, or Sir, or whatever you were before. I make my own
decisions now.” She folded her arms over her breasts.
A low snigger escaped
his mouth before he answered. “Really? Do you want me out of your life, Khari?
Forever. No kissing. No touching. No playing. No fucking. If that’s what you
want, I’ll leave right now, and there won’t be another chance of me taking you
back.”
“You like talking so
crass? I’ve been doing just fine on my own, thank you very much.”
“I see you can still be
a brat too.”
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