Monday, May 5, 2014

Retro Mondays {4}: Wyk's Surrender

This week I'm featuring my second 1NS book, Wyk's Surrender. This book came out last year and holds a near and dear place in my heart, as I got to revisit some of the characters for my first 1NS book, Blind Need.  While the first book was a contemporary erotic romance, Wyk's Surrender is a full on Domme in disguise tale. Hopefully you'll enjoy the snippet. :) 


She wants to mark him and make him hers…

Mistress “V” lusts after her boss. She wants him at her mercy, begging for her touch, but he only knows her as his very capable assistant Venus. When an off-hand comment dashes her hopes, the sexy domme turns to Madame Eve at 1Night Stand for help…

He isn’t sure he can handle the dark pleasure she promises…

Living up to his father’s expectations has driven Wyk Havas to the edge. His curvaceous assistant Venus wants to push him past those limits, and he’s damn near attracted enough to try. But Venus’s preference for men to submit to her threw him for a loop. Can a date from 1Night Stand show him if he’s able to submit to a woman?

Can Wyk truly surrender to Mistress V’s pleasure or were they doomed from the start?


Wyk wiped his damp palm over his slightly bristled scalp. Directions from his date passed through his brain even as he listened to the voice on the other end of the cellphone. He had to shave again, and his toiletry bag lay buried somewhere in his suitcase. The spectacular lights of the Vegas strip shone through his parted curtains. Not that he could give it the attention it merited. He was too busy trying to distract his dad. The last thing he would tell his strict Catholic father was he didn’t have time to talk because he had to get ready for a date. His dad would want to know particulars about the woman he couldn’t even begin to tell the old man.

“I know, Dad.” He tossed his unearthed toiletry bag on the bathroom counter. “Can’t you get Seb to go with you? He loves cat fishing.” Toeing his loafers off, he turned on the shower. A courier had dropped a packet with requested preparations. His date had laid out exacting conditions. She would participate as long he followed a few simple rules. He must be clean-shaven, including his head. The woman must have a thing for bald black men. Which is a good thing. The first time he’d done it, his college girlfriend had scratched at his scalp when he went down on her. The small bite of erotic pain had tripped his trigger.

His dad continued to gripe, finally asking Wyk if he was listening. He dragged his attention away from anything to do with sex to focus on placating his father.

“I know I promised to come down this weekend. I’m sorry I forgot to call, but I got busy at work and it slipped my mind. I didn’t expect Nate to call me out of the blue a couple of weeks ago and ask me to stand up with him during his wedding. Even if I caught a flight back to Chicago tonight, I wouldn’t be much use to you. Jet lag can be a real bitch. So I called to let you know I wouldn’t be able to come tomorrow, before I head back down to the reception.” Satisfied with the water temperature, he shut the shower door. “I’m not about to leave my buddy hanging.” His dad understood loyalty. After a couple more minutes of good-natured grumbling, his dad agreed to call Seb before hanging up with an order to kiss the bride. Pressing the end button, he tossed his cell on the counter.

Flicking the small buttons on his dress shirt open, he rolled his head in an effort to ease some of the tension in his neck and shoulders, which had built up since the wedding. The event had gone off without a hitch. With Venus in control of the arrangements, no one had dared to mess up her cousin’s special day. But it’d done a number on his libido to see her lush figure draped in champagne pink chiffon and her dark red hair in an elaborate up-do. Not to mention the shimmery hose that peeked out from the fluttering hem of her dress. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about how her long legs would feel draped over his shoulders as she ordered him to eat her pussy. The cool disdain in her eyes had done little to temper his ardor either. Just the sight of it had him wanting to drop to his knees and tell her to do what she willed with him.

He jerked the clasp on his tux pants open and eased the zipper down, being careful to not catch himself in the teeth. Letting the pants pool at his feet, he wrapped his hand around his dick to comfort it. He had no idea if sex would be on the agenda tonight, but a man could hope. It’d been too long since he’d been laid. He needed this, even if the match Madame Eve had set him up with was nothing more than a stand-in. He’d shave his entire body if that’s what it took.

He turned to the sink, as the bathroom filled with steam. The water needed to be hot or he’d stiffen up. Four years of playing college ball had left its mark on him. After the long flight out, the steamy shower would be a welcome relief. While he shaved his jaw, he thought about the questions Madame Eve had said the woman would ask before they proceeded. Some of them made him hard, while others made him feel raw, exposed. Could he do this? Could he lay his soul open to a woman he’d just met?

©Dakota Trace All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

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