Book Title: My Best Friend’s Stepfather
Author: Opal Carew
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: January 12, 2016
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
She’s always craved his touch…even though it’s forbidden.
When Ash is assigned her first feature as a reporter, it should have been simple: interview a real life Dominant for an article about BDSM. But her subject is none other than Darien Gallagher, her best friend’s stepfather…and it’ll be an interview she never forgets.
What started for Dare as a lesson in sensual domination suddenly has become so much more. He can’t deny the spark between them, even though he knows she’s completely off limits. With every seductive word, every lesson, Dare tests Ash’s resolve and pushes her boundaries. But at the same time, her boss Adam has her craving things she shouldn’t.
While Ash finds herself dreaming of both men, a dark secret threatens to destroy everything. But how can she hold onto a relationship that isn’t even real?
“So how do we get started?” she asked as she sat on the couch again.
“Stand up and come over here.”
At his tone, she instantly pushed herself to her feet and walked toward him.
“Good. As I told you, a submissive follows her master’s commands instantly and without question.”
The word master sent a shiver down her spine. During these sessions, Dare would be her master. He would command her to do things. She had no idea what those things would be.
“Now turn around. Slowly, so I can look at you.”
She turned, aware of his gaze gliding the length of her body. Why had she worn such tight jeans? She should have worn something more business appropriate.
What would his orders be? As she continued to turn, an image flashed through her mind of sitting on a chair in front of him, totally naked. In the image, he leaned forward and with his gaze gliding down her torso, commanded her to open her legs.
She stopped turning, facing him again.
“Pour me a glass of wine.”
His gaze shifted to the bottle of wine and the single stemmed glass beside it. She stepped forward and picked up the bottle, then poured the dark burgundy liquid into his glass. He held out his hand and she picked up the glass and handed it to him.
He nodded, then took a sip.
“Would you like some?”
“The proper response is, ‘Yes, Master.’”
Her gaze darted to his. “Uh . . . yes, Master.”
“Come over here and kneel in front of me.”
She drew in a deep breath. A part of her wanted to rebel, but a stronger part wanted to do exactly what he said. With shaky legs, she walked toward him, then knelt on the plush carpet. She was only inches from him. His strong, masculine aura surrounded her. Exciting her. Heat pulsed through her.
He held his glass to her lips and tipped it up. She sipped the dark, tart wine, then swallowed as he drew the glass from her lips.
The wine warmed her throat as it went down.
She was so close to him. Kneeling in front of him. Being like this sent all kinds of raunchy images through her head. She found herself wondering what it would be like to stroke her hand along his thigh to his crotch. To glide her hand over his cock and feel it swell. To tug down his zipper and reach her hand inside.
“Would you like more?”
Oh, God, her raging hormones demanded so much more. But he was talking about wine.
If she hadn’t been on her knees already, she probably would have dropped to them at the intense arousal washing through her at saying those words. Yes, Master. Right here, right now, she was his slave.
Opal loves crystals, dragons, feathers, cats, pink hair, the occult, Manga artwork, Zentangle, and all that glitters. She earned a degree in Mathematics from the University of Waterloo, and spent 15 years as a software analyst before turning to her passion as a writer. She grew up in Toronto, and now lives in Ottawa with her husband and three cats. One of her sons just finished a Masters degree at Sussex University in the UK and is now pursuing a second Masters at Carleton University in Ottawa. The other son just finished his undergraduate degree at Carleton University. Yes, mom is proud!
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