Title: Owned
Series: Decadence After Dark #1
Author: M. Never
Genre: Dark Erotic Romance
Release Date: October 3, 2014
Synopsis
"I like you collared, baby. I like you naked, I like you mine.”
Ellie Stevens has lusted over Kayne Roberts since he first walked into the import/export company she works for a little over a year ago. As Expo’s most important client, Ellie has always kept a safe distance from the man with the majestic blue eyes - until temptation finally gets the better of her. Impulsively, Ellie invites Kayne to one of Expo's infamous company parties her flamboyant boss is notorious for throwing. Unbeknownst to Ellie, the god in the Armani suit isn’t just the suave entrepreneur he portrays himself to be. Underneath the professional exterior is a man with a secret life, dark desires, and nefarious contacts.
In a hidden corner of a trendy New York City lounge, the spark kindling between the two of them ignites. Unable to resist the sinful attraction, Ellie agrees to leave with Kayne, believing she is finally bedding the man of her dreams. Little does she know when she walks out the door, she’s about to be Owned.
Owned is a dark erotic romance. Please pay close attention to the use of the words dark, erotic, and romance. It has intense sexual situations, a Master/slave relationship, mild abuse, and some violence. Reader discretion is advised.
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Excerpt
“Now we’re
getting somewhere.”
He stares
down at me for a very long time. His gaze feels heavy, and after what feels
like forever, he gets up and walks into the semicircular room with the table of
torture. My anxiety spikes tenfold as I hear the opening and closing of
drawers. I almost get up and dart into the bathroom, but Kayne returns before I
can force my limbs to move. He stands above my mostly naked body. Two pairs of
handcuffs dangling in one hand.
“You’ve been
a good girl. Time for a treat.” His breath is ragged as he drops to his knees.
I squirm away, but he grabs my legs and fastens one handcuff to each ankle.
“Give me
your hands.” I don’t move.
“Ellie.” He
says my name harshly. “Do you want me to turn you over and spank you instead?
Pleasure or pain. Your choice. It doesn’t matter to me either way. I like
giving both.”
He reaches
over me and grabs my right hand, securing it to the handcuff on my right ankle.
“Kayne,
please,” I beg, as he repeats the motion with my left side. I’m bound.
Completely
helpless.
No matter
which way I move, the restraints act like marionette strings biting into my
skin. Pulling one of my wrists up, my leg follows. Pull my ankle down, my arm
gets yanked.
I’m gasping
with fear.
Kayne hovers
over me. My senses on
overload.
I tremble as
I stare up at him. His eyes are fierce, lustful, wanton, and unrepentant. I know exactly
what he wants.
Me.
“Tell me you
don’t want me to touch you,” he dares me.
“I don’t
want you to touch me.” The words flow, but there’s no fire behind them.
“Are you
sure, kitten?” He massages me over the thin fabric of my panties.
“Yes.” No.
“I think you
do.” He slides my panties over and I squirm harder in the restraints. My
heartbeat palpitating. The metal clinking as I shift. He circles his finger
gently over my clit. I close my eyes trying to reject his touch. When he sinks
his finger inside me, I gasp.
“You’re so
fucking wet for me.” He slides his finger in and out, every so often spreading
the slickness through my folds. My body tightens and aches, but I fight the
urges he’s bringing forth. I will not come. I will not give this man my
pleasure. Kayne works his hand faster, insistent. The sensations build and I
clench my fists, fighting the orgasm he’s demanding. As if aware I’m resisting,
he simultaneously rubs my swollen clit with his thumb while he fingers me relentlessly. I moan
uncontrollably.
No! No! No!
Yes! Yes!
Yes!
Just before
I explode, Kayne removes his hand, and I nearly weep.
“Not yet,
kitten. I didn’t give you permission.” If I wasn’t bound, I’d slap him. “I tell
you when to come. Understand?” I’m panting beneath him, burning a hole through
his head with my stare. He smirks arrogantly at me. Then leans down and
whispers, taunting me, “Ask my permission.”
“No.”
“You’ll
regret that.” There’s amusement in his eyes. This is all just a game. With no
warning at all, he rips my panties. The thin material tearing right in two. I jerk, the metal
cuffs cutting into my skin. He skims his tongue down the inside of one of my
thighs, and then licks a slow hot drag over my slit.
“Fuck, you
taste so good. Like cupcakes,” he pants. His specific description isn’t lost on
me. A simple cupcake is how all this began.
Kayne swirls
his tongue over my heated flesh, nipping and sucking, driving me mad. My body
is bowing in ecstasy, my mind trying to reject the pleasure. If I give in, what
will that mean?
Kayne stabs
his tongue into my entrance, and I moan loudly. Oh God, an orgasm is looming;
hot and fast.
“Ask
permission.” His hot breath skims against my overly sensitive skin. I resist.
Fighting him the only way I can. With my will.
He sinks a
finger deep inside me and sucks on my clit, bringing me right to the breaking
point. My heart is hammering and so is my core.
“Ask
permission. The way I told you,” he orders.
I’m writhing
in my restraints so hard I know I’m going to have marks, but I need to disperse
the buildup somehow. I can barely breathe as he dangles me over the edge again
and again, yet another form of torture to get me to obey. I feel the slightest caress
of my orgasm, and I fracture, unable to withstand the torment anymore. “Please,
Kayne, may I come!” I scream out.
He chuckles.
That fucking bastard.
“Yes, you
may, kitten.” He attacks me, fingering me swiftly while lavishing my clit. I
splinter in every direction, my climax shredding me to pieces. I pull on the
handcuffs—the pain as potent as the pleasure—as I writhe and moan. When the
quake dissipates, I’m left limp on the floor, breathing raggedly and close to
tears. Kayne brushes his face against my inner thigh, smearing my arousal all
over my skin.
“Good,
kitten,” he patronizes, rising to his knees, unbuttoning his shirt slowly. I
stare up at him dazed. Inch by inch, he bares his chest, then tosses his shirt
on the floor. He’s sculpted and lean, a demonic perfection. Several tattoos
adorn his body, a compass on his left
pec, barbed wire dripping with blood around his arm, and a quote written across
his rib cage. ‘A certain kind of darkness is needed to see the stars.’
When he
starts to unbuckle his belt, I tense. He doesn’t say a word as he sheds the
rest of his clothes, but the energy in the room is unmistakable. It’s thick
with sex and lust.
He said he
wouldn’t rape me. He said he wouldn’t rape me. I repeat the mantra trying to stay calm. Once he’s as bare as me, Kayne
hovers over my bound body, bracing his hands on each side of my head.
“Who owns
you, Ellie?” He stares down at me with his majestic eyes.
“You do,” I
answer reluctantly.
“That’s
right.” He kisses my jaw softly.
“What do I
want?”
I swallow
hard. “My obedience, my submission, my body.” The words barely come out as a
whisper.
“Right
again.” He brings his mouth to mine, skimming his tongue along my lower lip.
“Can I fuck
you, Ellie?”
“No, Kayne.”
I fight back the tears.
“Fine.” He
kisses me tenderly. Rolling his tongue against mine, allowing me to taste
myself on his lips.
His change
in demeanor is unexpected. I don’t understand it one bit. My defenses stand at
attention. Kayne then shifts, grabbing his erection with one hand and moving
down to take one of my nipples into his mouth. Swirling his tongue against me,
he strokes himself, lightly at first and then more urgently. As his jerks
become stronger, so does the pressure of his mouth, nipping and sucking my
nipple as he works himself to a climax. There’s nothing I can do. There’s no
place I can go tethered beneath him. He bites my nipple as he comes, sending a
shock of pain straight through my body. I strain, helpless as he comes on my
stomach. His groans vibrating against my breast. He releases my abused nipple
once he’s finished. It’s red and swollen.
“Mine,” he
declares victoriously against my lips, like he just marked his territory. Then
he kisses me hard and unapologetically, making my head spin.
When he’s finished with my
mouth, I drop my head to the side, exhausted. My emotions are a shitstorm
inside of me. There are too many to even process at the moment. So I just shove
them all away.
PLAYLIST
Out of the Black- Royal Blood
Wild Ones- Flo Rida
Control- Puddle of Mudd
Sing- Ed Sheeran
Seven Nation Army- White Stripes
What You Wanted- OneRepublic
Stay With Me- Sam Smith
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Author Bio
M. Never resides in New York City. When she's not researching ways to tie up her characters in compromising positions, you can usually find her at the gym kicking the crap out of a punching bag, or eating at some new trendy restaurant.
She has a dependence on sushi and a fetish for boots. Fall is her favorite season.
She is surrounded by family and friends she wouldn't trade for the world and is a little in love with her readers. The more the merrier. So make sure to say hi!
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