Mastering Her Role
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“Introduce me to Dominic.”
When Arianne’s husband dumped her for their rich neighbor’s girlfriend, her confidence as a woman went out the door, too. At least her neighbor, Jason, was in the same boat, pouring wine to console her while his aloof self-assurance remained firmly intact. She’s been fascinated by him from the first, but his looks and wealth put him out of her league. Now she’s heard rumors he has a kinky side. If she doesn’t shake her inhibitions, she has no chance with him at all.
Jason has lusted after Arianne since the day he met her. When his live-in lover seduced her husband out of the way, he didn’t stop it, seeing his chance. But a year later, Arianne is still hurting. If she knew the part he played in her betrayal, she would never forgive him. Now she wants him to don that part, his alter-ego Dominic, and introduce her? No. He hates that side of himself now.
Dominic is a dominant instructor in the ways of pleasure. Arianne needs help. If Jason wants to restore her faith in her ability to attract a man, here is his chance, but he runs the risk of losing her completely. Arianne is an eager pupil, however, and soon begins her lessons of sexuality, lust, and being thoroughly and deliciously ravished.
But what will happen when the mask comes off and the truth comes out?
161 Pages | 3.5 Hours | 50K words
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EXCERPT
“You’re still patronizing me,” she said.
“I’m not and you’re insulting me by saying so.” Her hair tickled his knuckles. It was all he could do not to pull her back against him so he could ease the ache in his groin by pressing into the firm, lush curves of her bottom.
“I have hang-ups,” she murmured. “I can’t even relax when you give me a harmless massage.”
Because she sensed it wasn’t harmless, he thought wryly.
“Feeling self-conscious about the way your body reacts to sexual stimulation does not make you a freak. There are other ways to overcome it than what you’re suggesting.”
“Don’t you dare offer a pity—” she knocked his hands away and turned on him “—l-lay.”
“Fuck,” he provided. “It’s called a pity fuck. And you’re bent on pissing me off, aren’t you? Why would you accuse me of offering such a thing?”
“I’m sorry. That wasn’t exactly what I meant, only that you’ve never thought about me like that, so you must be just trying to be nice right now.”
“Which would still amount to a pity fuck and aside from the fact that it’s not in me to be that nice, if you would like the truth, I began thinking of you ‘like that’ the very day we met across this stone wall. You were wearing a yellow summer dress and I thought it would look better without the bra.”
She swallowed and brought her arms up to hug herself, shock seeming to steal a layer of color from her skin. “Well, you can see how ignorant I am. I had no idea.”
He wondered if he should mention that he could see her nipples hardening now beneath her silk blouse and lacy camisole as she plumped her breasts with her crossed arms. No, she was doing her withdrawal thing, turning away to collect dirty dishes again.
“And now that you do? Have an idea, I mean?” he asked, moving in front of her so she couldn’t retreat to the house.