Saturday, September 20, 2014

#MySexySaturday {60}: At the masquerade ball...

So this week we're supposed to be focusing on love, no matter the location. Well, in my newest accepted 1NS book, Kotori's Sacrifice, my feisty heroine is willing to do about anything - including attend a masquerade ball at the Carnivore Club, if it will mean that she has a chance to win back her former master's love. 

Enjoy my sexy seven paragraphs and be sure to check in with the rest of the peeps. 

Inspiration for the Sanctum Ballroom

“We all have baggage, Sir. Why don’t we enjoy the masquerade, and see where we are afterward. After fifty to sixty hour weeks, I could use a bit of fun.” 

“You got a deal.” Seba smiled at her, liking the light-hearted side she was showing him. “As long as you promise to dance with me. It’s been too long since I’ve felt a woman in my arms.” 

Mey-rin cocked her head. “I suppose so. As long as you don’t mind risking your person. In that costume, I can’t promise my hands won’t wander. All those buttons make me want to open them with my teeth...” 

He groaned, as the image of her undoing his clothing with only her mouth, popped into his brain. He narrowed his eyes, but reined in the lust that simmered just under the surface. “Naughty girls get spanked. Hard.” 

Her breath caught in her throat, but he could hear the need in her voice when she spoke. “Then I guess I’ll have to be naughty.” 

Tempted to pull her over his lap, the only thing that saved her was the fact the car came to a stop. He yanked the zipper shut on his play bag. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind, he’d have her bound to a St. Andrews Cross wearing nothing more than that crisp white apron and begging for release before the night was over—at least if he had anything to say about it. 

As the door opened and she moved to exit, he took a deep breath. Now was not the time to act like an over-eager teenaged boy. Grabbing his toy bag, he slid out of the limo and stood. And stopped to take in the resort. Gone were the bright lights of the Strip. Instead, in its place was a massive resort complete with pueblo-style buildings that were backlit by soft ground lights. In the moonlight with the desert in the distance, it had an ethereal feel to it.

©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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