Make Me: Twelve Tales of Dark Desire
Take a
trip to the dark side with 12 books by some of the hottest names in edgy
romance, including USA Today Bestselling authors CJ Roberts, Eliza Gayle, and
Aleatha Romig!
Pam Godwin - Beneath the Burn
Skye Warren - Wanderlust
Claire Thompson - Enslaved
Cari Silverwood - Take Me Break Me
Annabel Joseph - Comfort Object
Aleatha Romig - Consequences
Shoshanna Evers - The Man Who Holds the Whip
Annika Martin - The Hostage Bargain
Jasmine Haynes - Take Your Pleasure
Eliza Gayle - Play With Me
Pepper Winters - Tears of Tess
CJ Roberts - Captive in the Dark
Pam Godwin - Beneath the Burn
Skye Warren - Wanderlust
Claire Thompson - Enslaved
Cari Silverwood - Take Me Break Me
Annabel Joseph - Comfort Object
Aleatha Romig - Consequences
Shoshanna Evers - The Man Who Holds the Whip
Annika Martin - The Hostage Bargain
Jasmine Haynes - Take Your Pleasure
Eliza Gayle - Play With Me
Pepper Winters - Tears of Tess
CJ Roberts - Captive in the Dark
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Aleatha Romig - Consequences
Skye Warren - Wanderlust
Eliza Gayle - Play With
Me
Cari Silverwood - Take
Me, Break Me
Jasmine Haynes - Take
Your Pleasure
Pam Godwin – Beneath the
Burn
Annabel Joseph – Comfort
Object
Claire Thompson – Enslaved
Annika Martin – The
Hostage Bargain
Shoshanna Evers – The
Man Who Holds the Whip
Pepper Winters – Tears
of Tess
CJ Roberts – Captive in
the Dark
This is told from the Point Of
View of Klaus.
“I
agree. This isn’t working,” Klaus said.
Pure
agreeable statement, but Jodie rocked back slightly before she nodded.
“Nice
is bad, Jodie? You want mind fuck. You want mean. You want things you dream
about. You have no idea.”
Her
eyes widened.
“Starting now. The rules are gone. I make my
own rules.”
“Uh.
What? They were your rules.”
I
took down the list from the door and held it, slowly tapping the laminated
paper against my leg. “No. They were not.”
After
unfolding the flaps of the cardboard box, I tucked the list down inside and
pulled out the two gags. “Rule one. You don’t talk unless I say you can.” As
her mouth opened, with the buckles trapped in my fingers, I dropped both gags
into view, and dangled them. “Talk and I use these.”
Like
magic, her mouth clicked shut. Now I had her attention. That had worked. I was
perhaps as stunned as she looked. She touched her tongue tip to her upper lip
as I stood before her, and kept her gaze swinging from the gags to my face. I
had a feeling I’d never had a woman so rapt in what I said. Addictive. The
pulse of excitement had centered at my groin. Nothing I could do about it. I already
knew that looking at women in bondage revved my engine. But I’d never done more
than look at pictures.
Now
I had an inkling that any situation where I got to hold the reins, really hold the reins, was like oxygen
to a man in the throes of suffocation. Incredible.
I
ran through my epiphany, convincing myself as much as her. Bluntness was called
for.
“My
conclusions. You asked me to do this because you still want me in your bed. You
want me to fuck you.” Her gasp, I answered by swinging the ball gag. She uttered
no words. “Somewhere in your plans, you hoped. The rules, I made up those in
line with what I knew you’d be thinking. You knew I’d not step beyond, or not
much.
“This,”
I swept my arm across, “This room was your idea. Your rules. Lock me up. Make me
yours for a while, but not too rough or dangerous because that isn’t in my
rules.” I cocked an eyebrow. “Yes?”
Though
she frowned and shook her head I went on. It didn’t matter if she deluded
herself.
“You
imagined some safe little love affair, with some kink on the side? Doesn’t work
that way. Either you hand over control, or I walk. No documentary. Nod if you
agree.”
I
waited. I could almost hear the clocks ticking.
When
she nodded slowly, my heart kicked back in. If it had beaten at all for those
last few seconds, I’d been unaware.
“Good.
This room is no longer your prison. The house is secure and private enough.
You’re coming upstairs as long as you behave. I’ll install more cameras.”
No
protests. Good. For a woman who liked having an opinion on everything this was
exceptional. I could have walked on a cloud I was so hyper-aware of everything
she did. Were her lips fuller, her cheeks flushed, her breathing faster? I
thought so, but she didn’t know what I intended.
“Let
me point out what could have happened if this stupid plan had gone wrong. If
you picked a less restrained, a less sensible man. You’ve given me a hundred
filthy dirty ideas about what I could do to you. I never knew what depths my
mind could plunge to. Now I do. If anyone was mind fucked so far, it was me.
Another man would follow through. You think these gags are bad? This one with
the red ball is simple, it just stops you talking.” I laid the other,
metal-and-leather gag across my palm. “This one is a spider gag. With this in,
you can’t close your mouth and your mouth can be fucked. Do you have any idea
of the things on the internet? Wait.” I held up my hand. “I guess you do, from
what’s in those books you read.”
I
bent and rested my hands on my knees. Mind fuck. This I could accomplish.
“You
want a list? How about the list of things a man could do to you in this
situation? I could make you wash my dishes naked with a gag in. I could tie you
up, cut your clothes off and just stare at you all day – just because I could.
I could make you be a piece of furniture and ignore you. Humiliating? Yes. I
could train you to be an anal slut. I could fuck your ass all day long. I could
collar you and make you crawl around on the floor like a dog at a convenient
height for blow jobs. I could share you with the man down the street, stick
needles in your nipples and use them and some string to fasten you to eyebolts
in the ceiling. Want to try that one? And at the end of it all, if I was the
worst sort of man, I could kill you and bury you out there on the beach.” I
swung my arm up to point. “Maybe no one would ever find you.”
Now
she was truly speechless, maybe even scared. Served her right. I watched the
little swallows she made for a count of five.
“But
I’m not going to. I’m your friend. Remember that, no matter what I do.” I
smiled one-sided but I’m sure it didn’t reach my eyes. The eyes are the mirror
to the soul and right then my soul was very dark.
Then I squatted in front of her, a couple of
feet away, reached out and ran the tip of my forefinger along her plump bottom
lip. “My rules. Open.”
A
second’s hesitation at most. She shivered and her mouth parted. Mind fuck, here
we come.
“Good.
Jodie.” Then I very deliberately held up the spider gag, slipped it between her
teeth, pulled her head forward, and held her there while I buckled it. Hair
made a great anchor point. I slid my splayed fingers into the roots and tilted
her head back then I added a rule.
“Second
rule. You do my dishes whenever I say. You wear the spider gag. You don’t speak
unless I say. But first…” Eyes locked on hers, I advanced one finger into her
mouth and stroked her tongue. And she let me.
Had
I hypnotized her? She did nothing but stare back. What I wouldn’t have given to
fuck her mouth right then and there.
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