What You Crave by Landra Graf- Shibari #Bondage Turns Into Much More, She Doesn't Want To Be Sued Again #Erotic, #Romance #BDSM

Blurb

Sigmund Bermudez has spent the last year out of the BDSM scene, mourning the death of his father and rebuilding the family business. When he loses a bet to his bodyguard that Madame Eve won’t locate a woman who’s down with his type of kink, he finds himself committed to a date he’s not sure he’ll enjoy.

Lauren Elser has heard about kinky escapades from one of her more challenging patients, and never taken in part in one. When offered a chance to explore this undiscovered side of herself courtesy of 1Night Stand, she jumps at it.

Neither of them is prepared for the emotional rollercoaster that comes with their date, and soon shibari bondage play turns into so much more. The only problem, is Sig’s not ready to open up and Lauren doesn’t want to be sued again. But if they work past the issues, there’s a world of wonder in store.


Excerpt:

 "Now please explain to me why you’re here and not Logan.”

“I am Logan… Garrett Rogers. On my info sheet I listed my legal name, but everyone has always called me by my middle one so I wouldn’t get confused with my father. Thought I told you that when we met?” He picked up his menu then, cutting off any visual contact.

“Must have slipped your mind.” He’d tricked her, used her, and for what fucking purpose. “Like telling me you were manipulating me like some sub with a fetish.”

The menu came down about a half an inch exposing those stormy gray eyes of his. “Excuse me? If I’d told you about tonight, about me being your date, would you have shown up?”

She hesitated, reaching up to touch the bun at the back of her head, making sure the coiled hair held tight. The urge to lie and say yes on the tip of her tongue. Yet, she abhorred lying… at least most of the time. This might be one of the times she’d be willing to do it.

“Don’t you think about telling me a fib, Lace.”

Faking surprise she batted her lashes and went for demure. “Why I’d never?”

“The hair touching says otherwise. Remember, I’ve seen you lie before. Do it now and I’ll make you pay for it later.” He thought pretty highly of himself, threatening her like that. So, the truth is what he earned.

“Nope, I’d have canceled right away. Because this is silly, incompatible, and foolishness.” She lifted a glass of ice water to her lips, hoping a sip would cool her heated skin. The way he talked sometimes, the way he knew her made the air seem stuffy.

“I don’t think wanting you is any one of those things.”

She jerked her head, then coughed as a splash of water went down the wrong tube. No way had she heard those words correctly. “What did you say?”

“I. Want. You.”


Adult Excerpt:

“Garrett, wait!” Her words came like a message from above. Crystal clear, and with a hint of determination. Maybe he was reading too much into it, but he wanted to believe she’d chased him because, otherwise, this would be the last super-personal interaction they had. She caught up to him and gripped his shoulder tight. “I’m coming with you.”

He stopped and faced her, all of the five foot and five inches, flushed pink, blue-dress-wearing beauty. “Then you agree to the terms. We start now, the scene begins. You submit. No waiting, no more games.”

“But after I’m done, then you’ll submit to me.”

Garrett nodded. “Agreed. As long as you don’t hold back.”

“I won’t.”

He grinned at his success. Next, he’d test the freedom. “Then, walk in front of me, no words, and go to the passenger side door of my truck.” With where he’d parked, that side of the truck would be blocked from the front entrance of the restaurant and street.

She did as instructed, executing a slow, seductive strut, rounding the side of the building, and stopping in front of the passenger side door to his F-150 double-extended cab, black pickup. He’d be lying by trying to deny his erection or the fierce desire to have her this second. Unlike his Dominant counterparts, he didn’t need a scene to do the deed. No, he could have tantalizing sex without any provocation. The irony was he’d never known Lacey to be the same way. She always hid within a scene to get her jollies off.

He refused to let her hide. Right. Now. “Turn and put your arms against the truck, palms flat.”

“But—”

“I said no talking.”

She went through the motions, her expression showing frustration.

“Now, spread your legs by two inches.”

The great thing about both of them being Dominants was she knew the measurements and all the directions as well as an understanding of the instinct to follow—she’d never confess to such a thing, though. Once her legs were the proper distance, he leaned in, trailing the tip of his tongue along the shell of her ear, as his wandering fingers moved up the inside of her bare thigh and underneath the hemline of her dress. Instead of encountering panties or a thong, he found her bare. Such a brave statement deserved a reward, so he nipped her ear.

“You sat there, exposed like this, and never told me.”

“It’s a surprise, or at least I planned it to be.” Her words came out in short breaths, and, judging from the moisture he found when he reached the apex of her thighs, she found this encounter as arousing as he did.

“Well, consider this my surprise.” He inserted two digits into her opening, pounding them into her without preamble. Then followed up by flicking her clit with his thumb. She moaned, her purse making a small crinkling noise as she clutched it tight and put more pressure on the truck door.

He gave her the side of his other palm to bite on. “You need to keep it down or you’ll give us away.”

Her teeth sank into his flesh hard, and he growled, continuing his onslaught to her vagina. Her leg muscles tightened, and her feet arched. She tensed against him, and then her orgasm crested. She shook, refusing to let go of her grip on his flesh, in both her mouth and below. He pulled out and brought his hand to his mouth, licking her cum from his fingers. She angled her head, watching him, and then relaxed her jaw enough for him to pull his hand out.

“Thank you.” He flexed his fingers, trying to shake away the imprint of her teeth and the residual pain pulsating through his muscles as he reached into his suit coat for his keys and unlocked the truck. “Hop in.”

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