More BDSM books are always a reason to celebrate around here, and BREAKING SKYE is one of my favorites! Why, you ask? It may be a certain Dom named Adam Dunne. He’s sophisticated, with a slightly European flair–one of those very well-dressed, utterly confident men. Wealthy. Intelligent. And underneath the sophisticated outer appearance he’s tattooed and pierced-and if you know anything about me or my books, you’ll know I love that!
But maybe what really does it for me is that lovely, lethal combination of a wicked sadist who will spank you breathless, then wipe your tears away. He’s the kind of Dominant who believes in serving the needs of the submissive he’s playing with as much as his own darker desires. And it’s that woman’s response that turns him on, rather than it being about how hard he can play her, or how much she can take-although exploring those limits is as hot for him as it is for me!
I loved seeing him fall for Skye-the way his feelings for her just brings him to his knees…no one falls harder than a Dom who’s trained himself to think that love is not an option. Writing this story was an emotional and sensual journey for me…I hope it will be for you, too.
When power play becomes more than just a game…
BDSM. Submission. Spanking…These are the things Skye has always craved, the desires she has never allowed herself to explore. Until now. She thought she was looking for a single experience, something to purge these strange yearnings from her system. Instead she finds a man whose absolute authority and stunning good looks leave her breathless, willing to do anything he asks of her. But only for one night…
Adam has other ideas. Skye could be the perfect submissive once he’s done training her—for someone else. For him, that’s always the way it’s been. But Skye is different. Enticing. Intoxicating. Irresistible. Soon all he can think of is breaking Skye—and keeping her for himself.
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He came up behind her, traced a finger down her spine, felt her shiver. Beautiful, silky skin. He smoothed his palm around her waist, over her stomach, felt her pulling it tight, moved his had up higher, over her breast.
She moaned quietly.
“Do you like my touch, Skye?”
“Yes,” she murmured.
“Do you want more?”
He cupped her full flesh through the lace of her bra, squeezed as she pressed into his palm.
“What is it, Skye?”
“Touch me,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.
He reached into her bra and tweaked her nipple hard.
He moved in, then, yanked her body hard against his, her round buttocks against his growing erection. She surged back into him, and he let her for a moment before releasing her. She groaned.
“Stay perfectly still. I’ll be right back.”
He went to the leather case he’d left sitting next to the couch, pulled a few implements from it, chose one and set the rest on a side table.
Reaching out to stroke the soft skin of her gorgeous ass, he pinched the flesh here and there. She squirmed, which made him smile. He slipped his hand up to her side, grabbing and pinching the skin hard enough to make her pant, to make her squirm harder. He knew it hurt. But she was bowing back into him, then pulling away, bowing back again, loving the pain, handling it in a way that told him she needed to feel it as much as he needed to give it to her.
Yes, need to give her what she needs. Now.
“Brace yourself again. And hold still, Skye.”
She was out of her head—she knew it. Just handing herself over to him. She couldn’t help it. She was exactly where she wanted to be.
She could sense him behind her, even though the lovely, hurting pinching had stopped. She pulled in a breath, exhaled, inhaled again. How long was he going to wait before he did something?
Before the thought was even completed she felt a hard smack on her ass.
It hurt. But the reverberations of pain trembling through her also held that lovely edge of pleasure. He did it again, and again she cried out—with the pain, with the surprise of it.
He smoothed his fingers over the sore spots. It felt wonderful.
“Is that a safe word, beautiful girl?”
“No. I just…what is that?”
“A leather strap.” He brought his arm over her shoulder and held the oblong piece of leather close to her face.
“Breathe it in,” he told her.
She did, inhaling the earthiness of the leather. And the scent—simply him—that made her tremble.
His face was close to her ear. He said quietly. “This is what I’m using, Skye. But you won’t always be told. There is some mind-fuck in the shock of it. Sometimes it will be a toy. Sometimes it will just be my hands. And I can do plenty with my bare hands.”
As if to prove himself, he buried his fingers in the back of her hair and pulled tight, tighter, drawing her head back. The sensation was…indescribable. It didn’t quite hurt. It was a statement. Of control. Of ownership.
He pulled tighter. She let out a gasp.
“I see you’re beginning to understand.”
He let her hair go and she thought he’d take the strap to her again, but instead he grabbed onto the tender flesh at her side, taking a handful of her flesh, dug his fingers in hard, making it really hurt.
She tried to pull away—purely on instinct—and heard his evil chuckle.
“I love to see you dance like that for me. It’s beautiful.”
He hung on and gave her a swat on her ass with the strap, making her rise up on her toes.
He smacked her again, and again, each strike landing harder, leaving her panting and breathless and full of need. Her head swam.
Suddenly he pulled her into his body again, and she sank into him, loving the feel of his strong arm around her waist. He lifted her hair with his free hand, kissing the back of her neck. She sighed.
He bit into her flesh. She moaned.
He bit again, kissed her sore skin as he pulled away.
“Again,” he ordered, and she knew to brace her hands on the wall. She spread her feet apart to steady herself.
“Ah, good girl.”
He started in again with the strap, pausing now and then to stroke her burning flesh with his hand, giving her a chance to breathe, to absorb the pain. To ride it out. And her head was absolutely emptying out. She was nothing but this sensation, and the awareness of him—his scent, the heat of his body, the aura of his command. Nothing else mattered but the flood of sensations. That and the insistent ache between her thighs, like a pulse-beat of desire.
“Adam, please,” she whispered, gasped.
He hit her harder with the strap, and she loved it, needed it. Needed him to touch her even more.
But the pain was rising, taking her to some foggy place where she floated. Her body relaxed all over, and she fell into his arms.
“I’ve got you, baby.”
He took her to the couch and laid her in his lap. Immediately he went to work with his hand between her thighs, pushing a few fingers into her, his thumb circling her clit.
She was almost limp in his arms, unable to do anything but rock her hip into his hand as pleasure spiraled, crested, wound through her system like some lovely, sinuous force.
“Come on, baby,” he urged. “Come for me.”
Tell me what qualities are the most attractive to you in a Dom? Why do you like to read about these powerful men? Let’s talk! Up for grabs is a prize package of a $20.00 Amazon gift card and an e-copy of my BDSM novella SANCTUARY, the first book in my sexy San Francisco Dom series! I’ll choose a winner and announce it here on Thursday, February 7th. **You’ll get one extra contest entry if you ‘Like’ Breaking Skye on the Amazon page-just let me know if you’ve done it-we’ll work on the honor system. : )
More books to come from me soon! Meanwhile, I have a good selection on the bookshelves at your local B&N, Target, Books-a-Million and other stores: THE DARK GARDEN (out now in the UK!), FORBIDDEN FRUIT (also out now in the UK!), FALLEN ANGEL, my entire ‘Edge’ series (originally written as Eve Berlin): PLEASURE’S EDGE (out now in the UK!), DESIRE’S EDGE, TEMPTATION’S EDGE, and the 12 SHADES OF SURRENDER anthology…and all of my books are available online!