I’m really excited about this new novel Becoming Zero: Slave For A Summer ‘cause it’s going to be all about summer, the hot Italian sun and a woman’s quest of her true self.
So what if her path will lead her into slavery?
Not the worst deal, considering she has lost her family, her business and her eyesight. And since her masters are rich and extremely good-looking, who is she to complain?
Or something to that effect.
Safe to say, I’m already having loads of fun writing this just as I’m sure you’ll have loads of fun in reading it.
Of course, I’m just at the beginning you see, but here’s a little erotic something to wet your appetite LOL
Are you a virgin by any chance?
EROTIC BDSM MMF
“Yeah, and not a moment too soon.” Clamping her other hand, Gabriel pulled her forward. “I was finding hard to keep up with her,” he growled as though it pained him to admit it.
So she blushed at the belated compliment.
“Only ‘cause she can’t swim straight.” Not really a scold, more of a tease on Dax’s part.
Or so she ardently hoped.
“Not just the swimming.” She giggled. “Also the walking.” Now laughed out loud. “Never could go straight.”
“Then from now on, I’ll drag you with a leash,” was Gabriel’s philosophical conclusion.
Which maybe was not a pun on his part, but a real threat.
“Great idea, Gab.” Dax was right on board. “At least we won’t have a hell of a time to take her where she’s supposed to go.”
The beach was now right in front of her. So close that both Dax and Gabriel were walking, not swimming anymore.
Hurrying would be the more appropriate word, given how hard they drew her forward. To the point she had to scramble to keep up with their rushed strides.
Exactly where they’d be going once on shore she had no idea. The beach seemed cozy, impenetrable except from the sea and completely deserted. But as she went forward, she spotted what looked like a stone cabin in the distance. And Dax and Gabriel headed straight for it.
Getting closer, she noticed the straw ceiling and the round form that made it more similar to a bell tower than to a beach retreat. No time for further inspection, since both Dax and Gabriel were rushing on the incandescent sand, and she had no choice except quicken her pace.
Soon, she set her foot on the structure’s cooler pavement of a patio shading the front door, and an icy cold jet of water drowned her.
Shocked, she raised her gaze to the giant nozzle vomiting buckets of water over her head. But just as she was about to protest, it ceased, and both men shoved her through the front door.
“Now kneel, Misty.” Sometime when she had not been paying attention, Dax’s mood had shifted.
Gone his fooling around, he sounded like a master commanding her to her doom.
“And make it fast!” Gabriel’s hiss had a sharp and threatening edge that sent shivers down her back. “‘Cause we haven’t got all day.”
His tone was so much like the crackle of a whip that she hurried to drop to her knees.
“Next time, be more prompt.” Dax added his own scorn to Gabriel’s. “Now listen up.” Nearing her, he yanked her hair and tossed her head way back. “We’re going to play a game of Masters and slave.” He peered deep in her eyes. “Do I need to spell out what your role?”
Suddenly tongue tied, she could just swallow hard, trying to imagine the expression in those dark blue eyes of his.
“Cat got your tongue?” Gabriel teased ironic.
“Hem…” The thumping of her heart was so loud that she was sure both Dax and Gabriel had no trouble hearing it. “No.”
“So let’s try this again.” Easing up his hold, Dax let her head fall forward. “What part will you be playing?”
“The slave,” she whispered.
“Didn’t hear that.” A spank at her butt had her jump from the pain and the unexpected heat spreading on her ass cheeks.
“The slave.” So of course, she raised her voice.
“Good girl.” Dax patted her head in mocking concern. “Object of the game is our pleasure.” He made a strategic pause. “And ours alone.”
If he expected her to challenge this decision, he was sorely mistaken. She was still too stunned from Gabriel’s brutality to think straight. Or rather, the dense juice pooling from her pussy down was making it hard to focus on anything that didn’t directly relate to her body.
“So we’ll order, and you’ll obey without any hesitations or complains,” Dax continued.
“‘Cause all we need is a fuck toy, an obedient slut to use and abuse at our leisure.” Gabriel took pains to describe the entire picture in case she hadn’t gotten it yet.
“And that’s what we’re gonna get if you agree right now,” Dax concluded.
“You mean I can refuse?” Unable to believe her ears, she swung her head from one man to the other.
“You can,” Dax assured. “But if you accept, there’ll be no turning back.”
“No pity, either. No safe words. No playing nice.” Again, Gabriel clarified what was at stake just in case she failed to do so herself. “Nothing to stand in our way of having you however we damn well please.”
Okay, he could just screw himself. She knew exactly what she wanted. What her body had been pounding forever since she had met Dax on the rocky path of her diving spot. And if it involved a little pain along with the rest, she’d take it.