Title: Masquerade
Series: Fetish & Fantasy #4
Author: Lori King
Release Date: October 20, 2015
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One
night.
Two
people.
One
risky move.
Can
a submissive find happiness being auctioned off to a Dom she only knows as a
business associate?
Can
a Dominant chance creating a bond with a brand new submissive when he’s
determined to stay a bachelor?
When
the mask is lifted away, and both of them are exposed, can they seek comfort
from each other and experience their secret fantasies? Or will they back away
for fear of “what if”?
With that, Julia found herself tied naked to a bed in
complete and utter silence. It was more nerve-wracking to lay there in the
dark, anticipating what was to come, than it was standing on stage in front of
everyone. In this position she couldn’t resist. The guy who’d purchased her,
had full license to use her as he wanted. That should have left her trembling
in fear, but instead, she could feel her pussy clench at the thought of being
taken and used. Would he start with foreplay, or just shove his cock into her
as if she were a blow-up toy for his pleasure? What if she needed to say her
safeword? She knew she couldn’t get punished for safewording, but she was
concerned about a man who would play before discussing it either way. Should
she beg off? What would Killian tell her to do?
According to Lex,
Killian had vetted the man, which meant he trusted him with a new sub. That had
to count for something. Instead of questioning a man she didn’t even know yet,
she should just jump off the cliff and hope for the best. Resolved to wait patiently
for her Master-for-the-night, she began reciting nursery rhymes in her head.
Mary, Mary quite
contrary, how does your garden grow?
It seemed like hours
before she heard the bedroom door open and the sound of heavy footsteps. There
was no way to recognize the man’s footsteps on the plush carpet, but she caught
a whiff of a familiar cologne that tickled her brain. Whoever he was, she’d met
him before, she just couldn’t figure out where.
His steps stopped at
the foot of the bed, and she was hyperaware of the fact that he was staring
down at her naked form with a perfect view of her cunt. Did he like what he
saw? She knew she was considered overweight in the outside world, but here, in
this environment, she’d received such acceptance that it was easy to forget.
Suddenly, her curves felt too round and her body too wide. She jolted in her
bindings, instinctively trying to close her spread legs. A large hand covered
her ankle, and began to stroke her gently.
The contact was
enough to help her calm the surprise panic attack, and she inhaled sharply
trying to clear her brain of all of her self-conscious thoughts. He wouldn’t
have purchased her if he didn’t find her attractive. It wouldn’t have made any
sense. Firm in the knowledge that the man with the large hands had to want her,
she let her body relax and focused on the warmth of his fingers sliding up the
side of her calf.
He didn’t hurry, and
he didn’t speak. He just kept touching her. First her ankle, then her calf,
then up to her knee, where he took a moment to explore the sensitive crease at
the back. She tried not to wiggle at the ticklish sensation, but her muscles
twitched against his fingertips. He let out a small chuckle, and she tensed
again.
The sound was so
familiar. She’d heard it before. Now she was absolutely sure it was someone
she’d interacted with, but who? Random people’s face’s populated her brain.
From the regulars to the more recent additions, but no one seemed to fit.
When Ashton’s face
filled her mind’s eye, she hesitated, and then shrugged it away. He was too
experienced for the likes of her, and besides, she’d only seen him play with
one-night subs, women who didn’t want a regular Top to take care of them. The
whole idea of the auction was to pair off unclaimed bottoms with suitable Tops.
There was no way Ashton Reid would have wanted to jump into that pool,
especially seeing as how he was the auctioneer.
Unable to pinpoint
who her seducer was, she once again focused on his hand drawing lazy figure
eights on her thigh, slowly but steadily making its way higher. She could feel
her own juices leaking from her slit, and the fact that he could see it only
made her hotter. There could be no doubt he was turning her on, and so far,
he’d done nothing but touch her.
Just when he reached
the crease between her thigh and her pussy, he stopped and pulled his hand
away, making her whimper in disappointment. Another chuckle. Another familiar
sound tickling her brain. Who was he?
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Lori’s
Bio
With the motto: Live, Laugh, and Love like today is your
only chance, she will continue to write as long as you continue to read. Thank
you for taking the time to indulge in a good Happily Ever After with her. Find
out more about her current projects at http://lorikingbooks.com.
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