Unchained Desires

Anne isn't a stranger to carnal
desires. After all, she's employed in a place where pleasure and pain are all
in the day's work.

When two black alpha males pay for
an hour of her time, she quickly finds out that she just needed the right kind
of domination.

Anthony and Dante know their ways
around toys. More importantly, they know exactly how to make Anne scream.

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Excerpt ~~~~~

“The pictures don't do you
justice.”

Blood rushed to my cheeks and I lowered my lashes over my eyes even though I knew he couldn't see me. When I was able to look up again, my gaze went everywhere but the six foot tall,
blue-eyed Greek-god just a few steps away. Instead, I stared at the massive
room around me, beautiful paintings adorning the ivory walls.

A massive bed was behind me, but I couldn't see it. My arms were hung above my head, heavy and aching ever so
slightly. My toes barely touched the ground. It was hard to move, let alone
turn around to survey my surrounding.

The only thing I was wearing was a cardboard masquerade mask to shield my eyes. He was wearing the same mask, but he was still in full suit. I had expected him to be naked.

When Tom asked if I was ready, I told him I was with certainty. But now that I was here, helpless with a man
whose name I didn't even know, I wasn't so certain. This would be the first
time I had ever done anything close to… whatever this was. Sex. That was it.
Pure, unadulterated carnal pleasures.

“I've never done this
before,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whimper. I was frightened,
but also incredibly aroused. It was hard not to be. The man in front of me was ridiculously good looking. His eyes were an intense shade of green that seemed
to look inside me, awakening a desire that hid beneath the frightened nerves.

I shuddered as he circled me,
drinking in the sight of my naked body with his eyes, so intense, so unfamiliar. When he spoke, his voice was so deep and rough that it vibrated
through my body like an electric current passing through my bones.

“I'm a virgin,” I said,
louder, since I wasn't certain if he heard me the first time.

“I know.”

He closed in on me like a panther
approaching a prey that had no way of getting away. When he finally touched me,
I gasped.

“Your fingers are cold,” I whimpered.

“Sorry,” he said, not
sounding sorry at all. His fingers grazed across my bare shoulders, leaving
goosebumps in his wake. He danced his fingers over my shoulderblades and I trembled under his touch.

“Do you want me to
continue?” he asked, almost careful, as if worried I would say no.

It was tempting, but I nodded tentatively.
“Yes. Please continue, sir.”