Blurb:
What happens when a kink loving woman has to come to terms with
a traumatic episode in her life? Can the broken submissive learn to trust
again?
When Gemma Marshall resigns from a good job to work as a lowly
intern in the heart of the City of London, immediately, the elusive company
boss, Jason Lucas, seduces her.
Following a whirlwind of weekend trysts at his country mansion,
Jason’s need to dominate her re-awakens her terrifying nightmares and leads to
revelations from both of them. What Jason seeks is an enduring
relationship which means Gemma, if she wishes to win his heart and soul, has to
return to the extraordinary life she’d left behind.
Can Gemma survive another relationship with an alluring master
of the bedroom or will she finally turn her back on her natural desires?
Their passionate and highly erotic affair reaches crisis point
when her ex-lover hunts her down, seeking retribution.
To Know
You is a fictional account of
two people who begin a journey together. It is a complete story. Both
characters are sexy and know what they want. Neither are novices, neither
expect love in their relationship. One takes control and the other yields. In
the bedroom, there are the erotic scenes of BDSM, discipline and romance.
The dynamic can be intoxicating—and dangerous.
Trust is key. Communicating trust. Building trust
and maintaining integrity. And love? It’s not always about love - until Gemma
meets Jason.
(Previously published as Trust Me to Know You)
I rested my back on the bed as he took
off my stockings. He slowly rolled them down while snaking his finger behind. I
giggled at the ticklish sensation. Sliding back up my torso, he leaned over me,
placed his hands on either side of my head and pinned me down, not with his
weight, but the intensity of his blue eyes. A little end of day stubble was
visible on his chin.
“I’m thirty-one
years old, I’ve had plenty of girlfriends, lovers or whatever you want to call
them,” Jason said. “I work hard. Play hard. Such a life doesn’t foster long
term relationships, especially not conventional ones.” He traced his forefinger
down my cheek, and the soft caress ignited me further.
What did all that mean? Was tonight just
a one-night stand? I was too fired up to query his comment.
“Sure, Jason,” I
hadn’t said his name before then, now I relished the syllables—Jason Lucas.
He started with his lips, tongue, and
fingers. They moved everywhere. Kneading, nibbling, squeezing, licking and oh my, kissing my neck. I touched his
head and raked my fingers through his hair, enjoying the freedom to explore.
His hair might be blond at the ends, but the roots were dark, particularly
where the strands lay thickest and across his crown.
“There is no bald
patch, Gemma. If that’s what you’re looking for.”
I flinched and snatched my hands away.
He was grinning, reassuringly happy. “I’m
not contagious you know,” he said pleasantly.
I returned to my own sensual exploration.
The second time, his muscular shoulders and arms warranted my attention. He
obviously worked out—his biceps bulged and his pectorals were gorgeously
defined. Yet, he managed to stay lean and trim, especially his waistline. All
this stunning physique, on show for me, had been hidden away behind his suits
and shirts. What girl wouldn’t find him heart meltingly attractive and he was
beneath my hands.
He snapped my bra cups down and teased my
nipples with his teeth. I groaned as he sucked each one in turn—hard—before
circling his tongue around the hard pebble. With no subtleness, he eased his
hand down under the front of my knickers and beamed at his discovery. I sucked
in a lungful of air as he poked his fingertip inside me.
“You are one wet girl,”
Jason laughed and with his nose following the contours of my body, he started
to glide towards my juice soaked pussy, ready to investigate.
I giggled and attempted to shrug my
shoulders. “Can’t think why!” I felt pumped with adrenaline.
Kneeling on the floor, without blinking,
nor loss of fluidity of movement, he dragged my knickers off, and flicked them
over his shoulder. I shrieked as he buried his head between my legs and
fluttered his tongue at my swollen clitoris, lashing my exposed clitoris with
his precise tongue. I wriggled and writhed, unable to hold still. He cupped my
arse cheek and squeezed it, sending ripples of excitement across my butterfly
filled belly. With a gasp, I let my surrender deepened.
Author Bio:
I'm an author of erotic D/s romances
including Amazon bestsellers. All my books contain an element of BDSM,
spankings or erotic games of sensual exploration. If you desire a little
thrill, something to entice, then please take the time to read one of my books.
Thank you!
When not writing, I’m busy spending
time with her family, enjoying music, sometimes drawing and if the weather
allows, gardening.
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