Title: Rough Surrender
Author: Cari Silverwood
Genre: BDSM, Historical Romance/Fantasy,
Mystery, Romance, Suspense,
Publisher: Lyrical Press
At a time when airplanes are as new-fangled and sensational as the telephone, Faith dares to fly.
The one territory she has not explored is her own sexuality. In Leonhardt she discovers the man who can teach her how a woman surrenders her body and her mind. However, Leonhardt has a shadowed past and his own learning to do. He doesn't have the right to keep Faith from flying, even if he thinks airplanes are flimsy death-traps made of canvas, timber and their inventor's prayers.
Faith has her limits, Leonhardt has his flaws, and sometimes the nicest people get murdered by unscrupulous bastards. Even if Leonhardt can save the woman he loves, the battle for Faith’s heart will be the hardest one of all.
WARNING: BDSM, anal sex, orgasms galore, and a Dom who likes to claim his property with pen, ink and bondage.
“That’s better. Relax, darling. You’re meant to enjoy this.” His hands moved,
untangling and unrolling the last lengths of her hair, drifting lower,
following the contours of her upper back to her waist and circling her there,
pausing for a moment before leisurely curving across the mounds of her bottom.
What she was allowing this man to do stunned her.
“You have lovely hair, Faith, a beautiful body. I could touch you like this all
night.” He kissed her neck, tickling her with small nibbles. “I’m taking your dress
off now. Your answer, my dear?”
An answer? He wanted speech when her throat had seized up? “Yes. Sir.”
The wall behind the chaise lounge was cream...the lounge was timber and
blue and her legs shook. Already.
From the sound, he’d knelt then his hands encompassed her ankles and
ran a little way up beneath the dress. Cool air caressed her body as he took the
garment up. “Raise your arms, Faith.”
She did so. The dress pooled on the lounge where he tossed it. She’d
never stood before a man in her underwear before--in corset, drawers and
stockings--and this was a man who knew how to control her with mere words.
The longing to know what he meant to do made her breath come harsh to her
ears. Her lips parted.
“I like a woman who obeys my commands.” He rested his hands on her
Before she could stop herself a small noise escaped her lips.
“Do you have a question?” His hands moved on her muscles, massaging
and spreading a delicious warmth that pooled in her breasts and groin.
“Yes. Uh, sir.”
“I don’t obey.” She let her head slowly drop forward as he continued
the massage, and his body moved in to mold against her back. A hard length
pressed along the crevice of her bottom. “I don’t. Not normally. Just you. And
here. Uh. That’s all, so nice.”
He laughed a little, softly, near her ear. “I could tell you liked it,
sweetheart. Obeying me here and now is all I want.” He stepped away, keeping
a single finger in the center of her back. “I’m going to take off the rest of your
clothes, Faith and bind you.”
Oh my God.
“Now is when you should say, no, my dear. Then I’ll go.”
She licked her lips. Say, no? And miss what her body craved? He’d done
what he had at the workshop--made her throb exquisitely in all her private places.
She said nothing, wanting, needing, to see what else he could do.
“You want me to stay then.”
“Good.” This time she heard roughness in his voice. “Good.”
He drew off her shoes, her drawers, her hose and corset until she waited
there naked with the air caressing her skin. The man in her room was still
clothed...and she was naked. Her heart thudded, fast and anxious.
“Put your wrists together, behind your back.” His voice softened as
he moved away. Something knocked, then came muted noises. Mr. Meisner
returned and stopped there, just behind her, within reach, where she couldn’t
She sucked in a breath, let it out slowly, and did as he ordered--put her
arms at her back. He wrapped some sort of rope around her wrists, tightened the
bindings until she could do no more than twist her hands one against the other.
“The curtain cords,” he murmured. “Being an engineer, I like to use chains
and metal when I can, but this will do, for your first time. How does that feel,
Faith?” He set his hands on her hips. His skin on her naked skin. She shuddered,
feeling wetness seep between her legs. “Turn around and look at me. Now.”
Of a sudden, seeing him looking at her was scarier than staring at the wall
and knowing he did things to her behind her back. She bowed her head, felt her
hands again--roped together. The position made her breasts jut out and as she
looked, her nipples puckered and poked out like fat buttons.
“Faith. Turn and face me.”
“Yes, sir.” She shuffled around and his hands stayed on her, sliding at
her hips, just above there, where she ached. His big brown eyes were on her
and she couldn’t help but look up into them and be caught, the sensation turning
topsy-turvy, messing with every thought in her head. Mr. Meisner had her in his
“There, love. I do believe you like this.” His eyes crinkled and his mouth
moved in the most heartwarming smile she’d yet observed. “You don’t need to
answer that. I can see. In this.” He put both hands on her breasts, cupping them
then brushing each thumb once across her nipples.
“Oh.” She swayed and found her eyes half closing.
“And this.” Deliberately, while his gaze still locked with hers, he let one
hand leave her breast, trail down her stomach, across the triangle of hair...
No. He wouldn’t. She tugged at the ropes around her wrists but nothing
gave. Her helplessness fed into the heaviness curling tight and low in her
stomach. The nub of flesh inches from his fingers peaked and hardened. She
tensed then arched into his hold, and still he watched.
His hand slid between her legs and paused there. “You’ve no hair on your
lips down here, Faith.” His eyebrows rose a smidgeon.
He wanted her to speak? Just being there, still, his finger confused her,
kept her thoughts centered on the minute details of what he did. “I...I remove it. A
friend in Paris showed me. For cleanliness and all...um.” Her explanation trailed
away, swallowed by the sensations bubbling up.
“Hmm, I like the result.” His gentle baritone hum...the spot his finger
touched...her nakedness and the power this man had over her, and, oh, the way
he watched, it all roiled deliciously around inside her.
She gulped then held her breath as...his finger followed the line of her slit,
where wetness collected, and slow as a tongue licking the edge of an ice cream,
nudged aside her lips, and dipped inside her. There. Oh. Yes. A coil of simmering
energy seemed to squeeze down into the tightest ball, and quiver to be released.
His thumb found her nub and pressed down firmly. Over and over and over.
Her heart stopped. The room shattered. Her breath came out in a choking
squeak from her gaping mouth. Nothing existed except the storm of pleasure
bursting upward from where he probed and pressed. Unable to stop herself, she
jerked and moaned through each wave of the storm until her body was wrung dry
of the very last shudder.
When the room centered and she raised her eyelids, Mr. Meisner held
her in his arms, snuggled to his chest. He rubbed her back, just like he had on
the boat. “There you go, sweetheart. Lord. Never seen any woman orgasm that
easily. You do like this. Do you understand? You like being tied up.”
About the Author:
Though I’d much rather stay invisible and spin you all tales with my words, here’s a little snippet of my world.
I have a lovely family, here in Australia, with the prerequisite teenager who dwells in the dark bedroom catacombs…a husband who raises eyebrows when he catches glimpses of what I write, and a furry menagerie of other animals barking, meowing, and swimming about the place.
I write stories that will blast you from your bed & heroes who will drag you back there by your hair and ravish you endlessly - think kink, adventure and alpha men.
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