Title: Owned
Series: Decadence After Dark #1
Author: M. Never
Genre: Dark Erotic Romance
Release Date: October 3, 2014
Synopsis
"I like you
collared, baby. I like you naked, I like you mine.”
In a hidden corner of a trendy New York City lounge, the spark kindling between the two of them ignites. Unable to resist the sinful attraction, Ellie agrees to leave with Kayne, believing she is finally bedding the man of her dreams. Little does she know when she walks out the door, she’s about to be Owned.
Owned is a dark erotic romance. Please pay close attention to the use of the words dark, erotic, and romance. It has intense sexual situations, a Master/slave relationship, mild abuse, and some violence. Reader discretion is advised.
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Excerpt
“Now
we’re getting somewhere.”
He
stares down at me for a very long time. His gaze feels heavy, and
after what feels like forever, he gets up and walks into the
semicircular room with the table of torture. My anxiety spikes
tenfold as I hear the opening and closing of drawers. I almost get up
and dart into the bathroom, but Kayne returns before I can force my
limbs to move. He stands above my mostly naked body. Two pairs of
handcuffs dangling in one hand.
“You’ve
been a good girl. Time for a treat.” His breath is ragged as he
drops to his knees. I squirm away, but he grabs my legs and fastens
one handcuff to each ankle.
“Give
me your hands.” I don’t move.
“Ellie.”
He says my name harshly. “Do you want me to turn you over and spank
you instead? Pleasure or pain. Your choice. It doesn’t matter to me
either way. I like giving both.”
He
reaches over me and grabs my right hand, securing it to the handcuff
on my right ankle.
“Kayne,
please,” I beg, as he repeats the motion with my left side. I’m
bound.
Completely
helpless.
No
matter which way I move, the restraints act like marionette strings
biting into my skin. Pulling one of my wrists up, my leg follows.
Pull my ankle down, my arm gets yanked.
I’m
gasping with fear.
Kayne
hovers over me. My
senses
on overload.
I
tremble as I stare up at him. His eyes are fierce,
lustful,
wanton,
and
unrepentant. I know exactly what he wants.
Me.
“Tell
me you don’t want me to touch you,” he dares me.
“I
don’t want you to touch me.” The words flow, but there’s no
fire behind them.
“Are
you sure, kitten?” He massages me over the thin fabric of my
panties.
“Yes.”
No.
“I
think you do.” He slides my panties over and I squirm harder in the
restraints. My heartbeat palpitating. The metal clinking as I shift.
He circles his finger gently over my clit. I close my eyes trying to
reject his touch. When he sinks his finger inside me, I gasp.
“You’re
so fucking wet for me.” He slides his finger in and out, every so
often spreading the slickness through my folds. My body tightens and
aches, but I fight the urges he’s bringing forth. I will not come.
I will not give this man my pleasure. Kayne works his hand faster,
insistent. The sensations build and I clench my fists, fighting the
orgasm he’s demanding. As if aware I’m resisting, he
simultaneously rubs my swollen clit with his thumb while
he fingers
me relentlessly. I moan uncontrollably.
No!
No! No!
Yes!
Yes! Yes!
Just
before I explode, Kayne removes his hand, and I nearly weep.
“Not
yet, kitten. I didn’t give you permission.” If I wasn’t bound,
I’d slap him. “I tell you when to come. Understand?” I’m
panting beneath him, burning a hole through his head with my stare.
He smirks arrogantly at me. Then leans down and whispers, taunting
me, “Ask my permission.”
“No.”
“You’ll
regret that.” There’s amusement in his eyes. This is all just a
game. With no warning
at all,
he rips my panties. The thin material tearing
right
in two. I jerk, the metal cuffs cutting into my skin. He skims his
tongue down the inside of one of my thighs, and then licks a slow hot
drag over my slit.
“Fuck,
you taste so good. Like cupcakes,” he pants. His specific
description isn’t lost on me. A simple cupcake is how all this
began.
Kayne
swirls his tongue over my heated flesh, nipping and sucking, driving
me mad. My body is bowing in ecstasy, my mind trying to reject the
pleasure. If I give in, what will that mean?
Kayne
stabs his tongue into my entrance, and I moan loudly. Oh God, an
orgasm is looming; hot and fast.
“Ask
permission.” His hot breath skims against my overly sensitive skin.
I resist. Fighting him the only way I can. With my will.
He
sinks a finger deep inside me and sucks on my clit, bringing me right
to the breaking point. My heart is hammering and so is my core.
“Ask
permission. The way I told you,” he orders.
I’m
writhing in my restraints so hard I know I’m going to have marks,
but I need to disperse the buildup somehow. I can barely breathe as
he dangles me over the edge again and again,
yet
another form of torture to get me to obey. I feel the slightest
caress of my orgasm, and I fracture, unable to withstand the torment
anymore. “Please, Kayne, may I come!” I scream out.
He
chuckles. That
fucking bastard.
“Yes,
you may, kitten.” He attacks me, fingering me swiftly while
lavishing my clit. I splinter in every direction, my climax shredding
me to pieces. I pull on the handcuffs—the pain as potent as the
pleasure—as I writhe and moan. When the quake dissipates, I’m
left limp on the floor, breathing raggedly and close to tears. Kayne
brushes his face against my inner thigh, smearing my arousal all over
my skin.
“Good,
kitten,” he patronizes, rising to his knees, unbuttoning his shirt
slowly. I stare up at him dazed. Inch by inch, he bares his chest,
then tosses his shirt on the floor. He’s sculpted and lean, a
demonic perfection. Several tattoos adorn his body,
a
compass on
his left pec, barbed wire dripping
with blood around
his arm, and a quote written across his rib cage. ‘A certain kind
of darkness is needed to see the stars.’
When
he starts to unbuckle his belt, I tense. He doesn’t say a word as
he sheds the rest of his clothes, but the energy in the room is
unmistakable. It’s thick with sex and lust.
He
said he wouldn’t rape me. He said he wouldn’t rape me. I
repeat the mantra trying to stay calm. Once he’s as bare as me,
Kayne hovers over my bound body,
bracing
his hands on each side of my head.
“Who
owns you, Ellie?” He stares down at me with his majestic eyes.
“You
do,” I answer reluctantly.
“That’s
right.” He kisses my jaw softly.
“What
do I want?”
I
swallow hard. “My obedience, my submission, my body.” The words
barely come out as a whisper.
“Right
again.” He brings his mouth to mine,
skimming
his
tongue along my lower lip.
“Can
I fuck you, Ellie?”
“No,
Kayne.” I fight back the tears.
“Fine.”
He kisses me tenderly. Rolling his tongue against mine, allowing me
to taste myself
on his lips.
His
change in demeanor is unexpected. I don’t understand it one bit. My
defenses stand at attention. Kayne then shifts, grabbing his erection
with one hand and moving down to take one of my nipples into his
mouth. Swirling his tongue against me, he strokes himself, lightly at
first and then more urgently. As his jerks become stronger, so does
the pressure of his mouth, nipping and sucking my nipple as he works
himself to a climax. There’s nothing I can do. There’s no place I
can go tethered beneath him. He bites my nipple as he comes, sending
a shock of pain straight through my body. I strain, helpless as he
comes on my stomach. His groans vibrating against my breast. He
releases my abused nipple once he’s finished. It’s red and
swollen.
“Mine,”
he declares victoriously against my lips, like he just marked his
territory. Then he kisses me hard and unapologetically, making my
head spin.
When
he’s finished with my mouth, I drop my head to the side, exhausted.
My emotions are a shitstorm inside of me. There are too many to even
process at the moment. So I just shove them all away.
Playlist
Out of the Black- Royal Blood
Wild Ones- Flo Rida
Control- Puddle of Mudd
Sing- Ed Sheeran
Seven Nation Army- White Stripes
What You Wanted- OneRepublic
Stay With Me- Sam Smith
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Author Bio
M. Never resides in New York City. When she's not researching ways to
tie up her characters in compromising positions, you can usually find her at
the gym kicking the crap out of a punching bag, or eating at some new trendy restaurant.
She has a dependence on sushi and a fetish for
boots. Fall is her favorite season.
She is surrounded by family and friends she wouldn't trade for the world and is a little in love with her readers. The more the merrier. So make sure to say hi!
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