Beg For It
Pact of Seduction Book Two
BDSM Erotic Romance
Publisher: Loose Id
Length: Novella
Release date: May 29, 2012
The Pact of Seduction has one rule—fulfill your ultimate fantasy. Bella’s problem, she can’t live up to her vow. But her failure spins events that lead her into unknown territory. Kole, a Dom at the sex club Castle Dolce Vita, wasn’t part of her fantasy, but he’s about to show her he should have been.Kole is more than willing to introduce Bella to BDSM since he’s held an interest in her for some time. But the feisty woman isn’t easily tamed and her strong personality proves to be difficult. While she might be determined to keep him at a distance, Kole has other ideas. He won’t allow her to shut him out.A pact between best friends brought them together, emotional barriers tear them apart. Kole skillfully reminds Bella through pleasure and punishment that she is now his submissive, and her place is under his command.Publisher’s Note: This book contains explicit sexual situations, graphic language, and material that some readers may find objectionable: BDSM theme and elements, including spanking.
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Copyright © STACEY KENNEDY, 2012
All Rights Reserved, Loose Id
Only one thing would save
Bella now—a stiff drink. Reed and Kole’s parties were always fun, and it was
nice to see new friends she’d made over the past month. But her mood was right
in the toilet. It’d been that way all day and had only gotten worse since she joined
the party. She shouldn’t have come.
She cursed on a low breath.
How in the hell was she going to get out of her current predicament?
Originally, it’d been she who offered the idea of the pact of seduction, and
she couldn’t even commit. Pathetic.
Marley’s giggle drew her
attention, and Reed had pulled her onto his lap, nibbling at her neck. As
horrible as it was, jealously surged. Maybe she had hoped that her fantasy
would fill that empty void in her soul. Sure, it was meant as something
sexually fun, but Bella craved something…
A part of her remained
unfulfilled, even if she didn’t understand exactly what was missing. All she
knew, her life at this moment was boring with a side of totally sucks.
She glanced over at Kyra,
who laughed with Sadie, and nudged her arm. “I’ll be back. I need some air.”
“Sure.” Kyra’s green eyes
were a little glassy. The wine clearly had gotten to her. “Want some company?”
“Nah.” She plastered on a
fake smile. “I won’t be long.”
Kyra gave a nod, then
turned her attention back at Sadie as the two chuckled about something Sadie
had said. If only Bella had something to laugh about. She rose from the couch
and made her way through the crowd.
As she passed, she noticed
a man sitting on the ottoman and a woman knelt at his feet with her arms over
his legs. The position appeared casual enough, but it also looked…different. As
if the woman enjoyed being at his feet. Another spurt of jealously soared, and
she gave her head a good hard shake. She was apparently envious of everyone who
had a relationship. And since when had she been jealous of a BDSM relationship?
What’s gotten into you?
She made her way through
the living room and stepped out onto the balcony. The cool air brushed against
her skin, and she shivered. Winter still hung on in Baltimore, but what a
strange winter it’d been—snow one day, mild the next. Tonight was brisk, but
that only seemed to help cool off the annoyance burning her blood.
With her glass in her
hands, she leaned on the railing and glanced over the city. Reed and Kole’s
condo had an amazing view and the lights twinkled below.
She sipped at her drink and
pondered her situation. How could she plan another fantasy when the only one
she wanted she had yet to fully accept herself? And why was she acting like a
bitter idiot?
After a long gulp that had
her cringing from the aftertaste, a deep voice interrupted her useless
thoughts. “I heard last night didn’t go well.”
She lowered the glass,
licked the moisture on her lips, and looked next to her to find Kole. Like
always in his presence, butterflies fluttered in her stomach, but she squashed
them and kept her voice controlled. “That’s putting it lightly.”
His blond stylish hair
framed a face worth a second look, and his dark blue eyes shone with a power
that made her melt. He leaned against the railing beside her, cocked his head,
and she felt the weight of his stare right down to her toes. “Tell me about
it.”
She sipped her drink,
mortified to her bones that she had to admit this to Kole. “It wasn’t Raven’s
fault. I”—she drew in a deep breath and said quickly—“I always thought my
fantasy was to be with a woman, but clearly it’s not.”
“Ah, I see.” He took a gulp
of his beer before he lowered it. “You didn’t get off, I’m assuming?”
She snorted. “If laughing
in her face means that I didn’t get off, then yes, I didn’t get off.”
He chuckled, the sound so
seductive Bella quivered. In response to that odd reaction, she examined him
and couldn’t stop from admiring the view.
He was dressed in a pair of
dark jeans that no doubt hugged his fine ass, and a black T-shirt that was snug
around the muscles beneath. Good
God. She licked her lips for reasons that had nothing to do with
her drink.
“You didn’t follow through
with your part of the pact, then?”
Her gaze lifted to his
face. The glint in his eyes declared he’d been quite aware of her admiring him.
Hell, she’d lusted after him since the day they met. A strong sexual attraction
existed between them that she hadn’t experienced before with any man,
especially a Dom.
She blinked and focused
away from the warmth that formed between her thighs. “That’s right. I bailed on
the pact.”
His gaze became penetrating
as his tone dipped lower. “Why don’t you arrange another night with someone
else for your fantasy?”
“Because”—her muscles
stiffened, and after a long sigh, she grimaced—“I have no idea what that
fantasy is now.”
“Such a problem for a woman
to have,” he mused.
She gulped at the way his
voice seemed to carry into her soul; then she lowered her head to avoid eye
contact with him. He raised his bottle to his mouth, and his arm brushed
against hers. Tingles zinged through her, and she squeezed her thighs together
to ease the throb of her clit.
How did he make her body do
that? Every time he was near, she all but sizzled, and when he touched her,
everything was amplified.
“I see that you need help,
then, in finding what you’re looking for.”
It hadn’t sounded like a
question, which she was glad for since her tight throat made it impossible to
answer. He slid his finger along her arm, slowly and with clear intent to
unravel her.
She bit her bottom lip.
“W-what does that mean?”
He tucked his finger under
her chin and lifted her head. “I think we both know what I mean.” Those eyes of
his burned with the lust that he had obviously contained. “You enjoy my
attention, and I’d enjoy you under my command.”
Then he pressed a finger on
the back of her hand and danced his touch up her arm. His gaze followed his
caresses every step of the way. And damn him if she didn’t close her eyes and
shudder.
A scrape of his nail along
her skin drew her eyes open, and he grinned with sin. “Look how beautifully you
react to me.” He finally reached her shoulder, and she trembled under the
softness of his touch that seemed to contradict that power oozing from him. He
tucked his fingers back under her chin, drew her head up, and stared intently
into her eyes.
Searching for what, she had
no idea.
His hold tensed, a shift in
his gaze appeared that made her stomach flip-flop, and her panties were now
soaked. He leaned in, pressed his lips against hers, and the world froze. His
luscious and damn well perfect mouth molded with hers as his silky tongue swept
her away. When had anyone ever kissed her like this?
Oh, right—never.
He kissed her thoroughly,
leaving no part of her mouth untouched; then he backed away but kept hold of
her chin. “It’s time to stop ignoring what your body needs and accept that you
want to be dominated.”
Hell, how right was he?
Maybe BDSM wasn’t her fantasy when she made the pact of seduction with her
friends, but after hearing about it from Marley, her interest had grown. She
lifted a lazy shoulder to appear nonchalant. “I suppose if I set up a scene
with you, that would be a solution to my problem.”
“Not good enough.” His gaze
hardened. “Do you want me to take you into a scene, Bella?”
At his pause, she realized
she needed to give a better answer, and she nodded. “I do.”
He examined her for a long
moment before he finally said, “Now what are your interests in BDSM?”
She melted at the way he
stared at her now. So intense. So wicked. Was this a hint of what he’d look
like in a scene? Her body flushed, yet she held her focus and lifted her chin.
She had always prided herself on staying strong around powerful men.
Her job as a stockbroker in
Baltimore’s top lending investment firm meant she swam with the sharks. Most of
her coworkers were authoritative men. If she’d showed weakness, she wouldn’t be
where she was today, and she’d worked hard for her position.
“I’m interested in”—her
throat went dry. All these fantasies she hadn’t admitted to anyone. Was she
really going through with this? Her soaking panties declared it so—“ropes, sex
toys, floggers, to be controlled, pleasure, and pain.” She raised her glass to
her mouth and tried to ignore the way her hands shook.
Before the rim could reach
her lips, Kole snatched the glass from her hands and set it on the ground next
to him. “If we’re discussing this and you are serious, you will stop drinking.”
A flare of irritation rose
up that he’d be so bold to take her drink right out of her hands, yet Marley
had said that Castle Dolce Vita Doms never allowed submissives to drink alcohol
in a scene to ensure they were clearheaded. And since they were discussing what
would happen between them, she let it go. “Okay.”
He gave a short nod. “Now I
want to make sure you’re well aware of what will happen and what I expect of
you.” His gaze searched hers, seemingly looking right through her. “And I need
to be sure that I’m the correct Dom for you.”
“I don’t want anyone else,”
she blurted out before she could stop herself.
His eyebrows rose. “I don’t
mind your answer, Bella.” A small grin turned up the corners of his mouth. “But
do tell—have you put more thought into this than you’re letting on?”
Her cheeks had never burned
so hot, but she wouldn’t be that
woman who’d stumble around a man. She stuffed her nervousness away, clasped her
hands, and demanded her voice to be strong. “Maybe once or twice.”
She’d been aware of the
mutual attraction between them, so two could play his game. “Are you trying to
deny you haven’t thought about it too?”
He winked. “Maybe once or
twice.”
A flutter whipped around
inside her, her palms grew clammy, and she squeezed her fingers. Why did he
make her act so…knocked off her axis?
“One thing that needs to be
discussed is my expectations.” He glanced at her hands for a moment as if he
took in her reaction before he looked back into her eyes. “From what I know of
you as you are now, you’d struggle to meet them. And I want to make that clear
so you know what you’re getting yourself into.”
“What’s that supposed to
mean?” she snapped. “Why would I struggle
to meet your
demands?”
He gave his head a slow
shake. “I’m not saying it to insult you, but to give you a stern warning. I
don’t play lightly.”
“Well, I…” Her entire face
burned hot as if she had a high-grade fever. Marley had told her all about
Kole. How he enjoyed pain play. How strict he was in how a submissive behaved.
And all it’d done was increase the throb between her thighs. Solidified the
fantasy. “I think I might like that.”
He gave a delicious smile.
“I have no doubt you would.”
And then his lips were back
on hers as he swept her away in another leg-wobbling kiss before those plush
lips tore away from hers.
“You’ll arrive at the
castle next Friday at seven o’clock. I’ll have a room reserved.” He dropped his
head, his eyes in the direct line of hers. “When you arrive, remove your
clothes, kneel in the center of the room, and wait for me. Clear?”
Heat spread across her body
at the images playing in her head. Nude?
Kneeling? Oh God! She quivered in anticipation.
At his expectant
expression, she nodded instead of offering him a breathy response.
“Good.” He took her mouth
again playfully, nibbled on the corners of her lips, and flicked her lips with
his tongue. And when he had her body ramped up to a fever pitch, he backed away
to trail his thumb over her lips. “Can you be honest and open with me?”
Drool, honest-to-God drool,
formed in her mouth. Everyday Kole was sexy. Dom Kole was to die for. The sheer
power that exuded from him, intensity in his features, it all captivated her.
He’d asked her to be honest with him—how hard could that be? “I can do that.”
He nodded in approval,
skimmed her mouth again with his thumb, while his gaze stayed focused there.
The smile he gave, the possessiveness held in the depths of his eyes, liquefied
her insides.
Something sparked through
his touch, only increasing with his kiss, and even more so by the way he looked
at her now. One of those duh
moments. Had what she wanted—desired—been standing right in front of her this
entire time?
In less than a week, she’d
have the answer.
~*~
Stacey Kennedy’s erotic romance
novels are just that…erotic. There is nothing better than taking
the dominant men she loves and watching them do wicked things to their women.
But she just can’t write without a little humor added into the mix so that’s
always a must have in her stories. And of course what’s a story without a big
dose of emotional characters, too. Her urban fantasy/paranormal and erotic
romance series have hit Amazon Kindle and All Romance eBooks bestseller lists.
Stacey welcomes comments from readers. You can find her at www.staceykennedy.com.
Stacey welcomes comments from readers. You can find her at www.staceykennedy.com.
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