Blurb:

Cara enjoyed being shared as a bachelor party gift…while she was masked and anonymous.

But when a wedding party guest unmasks her, and wants to use her again, she has a decision to make.

Will she allow her Master to expand her sexual horizons yet again, or will she retreat to her comfort zone?

Or does she even have a choice?

Excerpt:

“Let’s pretend she’s a slave,” Duncan said. “One we’ve just purchased. And we need to decide what to do with her.”

Duncan had knocked on the door of Cara and Jake’s hotel suite precisely at 8 pm on Tuesday evening. Jake had let him in, something she was unable to do as she was standing in the middle of the room, buck naked, with her hands tied behind her back with a silken cord.

She wasn’t sure if this was a punishment, or if Jake would have done this to her regardless. After worrying ever since the wedding over whether or not Duncan would appear on Tuesday to have sex with her, she’d finally mustered the courage to ask Jake just before dinner if she had any choice in what was to happen.

“I don’t think I’m ready for what you mentioned at the wedding?”

Jake raised his eyebrows. “What I mentioned? Could you be more specific?”

She had to resist the urge to glare at him. But she’d learned not to do that. “You said Duncan might come over tonight…”

“And?” A smile lurked in his gray eyes.

Maybe he’d forgotten what he said, and she’d be dumb to bring it up and remind him. But she had to raise an objection. She wasn’t ready for double penetration. She doubted she ever would be. Deep in her soul, she knew she’d enjoyed the bachelor party, with multiple men enjoying her favors, but she’d taken them one at a time. She couldn’t do more than that.

“Jake,” she said, her voice just above a whisper. She moved closer to him on the sofa where they were sitting, and reached between his legs to fondle him. “I don’t think I’m interested in two-on-one sex.”

“Ah.” He grinned at her. “You shouldn’t have said that while you’re caressing my dick. It gives me dirty ideas.”

She snatched her hand away and he laughed out loud.

“Cara, sweetie, is it not my job as your Master to decide what’s best for you sexually?”

She nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Are you implying that I might not do my job well?”

She hesitated, seeing the trap. “I’m sure you will always do your job well, but wouldn’t it help you do a good job if you knew my wishes?”

“That’s exactly what won’t help me. You don’t know what you really want. Society has conditioned you too well to be afraid of dirty thoughts and nasty sex.” He picked up her hand and placed it over his dick again. “Keep rubbing.”

Did she dare to keep arguing? So far, he was in a good mood. But she didn’t want that to change, especially if another man was coming over to use her.

She reached for his belt buckle, suddenly wild to feel his satiny cock naked under her fingertips.

“Nope.” He moved her hand back to his trouser-covered hardon. “Do as I said.”

She began rubbing.

“Ah.” He threw his head back on the sofa and closed his eyes. “So talented.”

“I enjoy playing with you,” she cooed. “Can’t we leave it at that?”

He opened his eyes, and she saw instantly that she’d pushed him too far. “Are you still arguing,” he asked in his cold Master voice. He heaved up a big sigh and removed her hand once more from his erection.

“Stand up and get undressed.”

 

Blurb: 

Cara enjoyed being shared as a bachelor party gift…while she was masked and anonymous.

But when a wedding party guest unmasks her, and wants to use her again, she has a decision to make.

Will she allow her Master to expand her sexual horizons yet again, or will she retreat to her comfort zone?

Or does she even have a choice?

Excerpt: 

“Let’s pretend she’s a slave,” Duncan said. “One we’ve just purchased. And we need to decide what to do with her.”

Duncan had knocked on the door of Cara and Jake’s hotel suite precisely at 8 pm on Tuesday evening. Jake had let him in, something she was unable to do as she was standing in the middle of the room, buck naked, with her hands tied behind her back with a silken cord.

She wasn’t sure if this was a punishment, or if Jake would have done this to her regardless. After worrying ever since the wedding over whether or not Duncan would appear on Tuesday to have sex with her, she’d finally mustered the courage to ask Jake just before dinner if she had any choice in what was to happen.

“I don’t think I’m ready for what you mentioned at the wedding?”

Jake raised his eyebrows. “What I mentioned? Could you be more specific?”

She had to resist the urge to glare at him. But she’d learned not to do that. “You said Duncan might come over tonight…”

“And?” A smile lurked in his gray eyes.

Maybe he’d forgotten what he said, and she’d be dumb to bring it up and remind him. But she had to raise an objection. She wasn’t ready for double penetration. She doubted she ever would be. Deep in her soul, she knew she’d enjoyed the bachelor party, with multiple men enjoying her favors, but she’d taken them one at a time. She couldn’t do more than that.

“Jake,” she said, her voice just above a whisper. She moved closer to him on the sofa where they were sitting, and reached between his legs to fondle him. “I don’t think I’m interested in two-on-one sex.”

“Ah.” He grinned at her. “You shouldn’t have said that while you’re caressing my dick. It gives me dirty ideas.”

She snatched her hand away and he laughed out loud.

“Cara, sweetie, is it not my job as your Master to decide what’s best for you sexually?”

She nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Are you implying that I might not do my job well?”

She hesitated, seeing the trap. “I’m sure you will always do your job well, but wouldn’t it help you do a good job if you knew my wishes?”

“That’s exactly what won’t help me. You don’t know what you really want. Society has conditioned you too well to be afraid of dirty thoughts and nasty sex.” He picked up her hand and placed it over his dick again. “Keep rubbing.”

Did she dare to keep arguing? So far, he was in a good mood. But she didn’t want that to change, especially if another man was coming over to use her.

She reached for his belt buckle, suddenly wild to feel his satiny cock naked under her fingertips.

“Nope.” He moved her hand back to his trouser-covered hardon. “Do as I said.”

She began rubbing.

“Ah.” He threw his head back on the sofa and closed his eyes. “So talented.”

“I enjoy playing with you,” she cooed. “Can’t we leave it at that?”

He opened his eyes, and she saw instantly that she’d pushed him too far. “Are you still arguing,” he asked in his cold Master voice. He heaved up a big sigh and removed her hand once more from his erection.

“Stand up and get undressed.”

 

 

 

Blurb:

Cara enjoyed being shared as a bachelor party gift…while she was masked and anonymous.

But when a wedding party guest unmasks her, and wants to use her again, she has a decision to make.

Will she allow her Master to expand her sexual horizons yet again, or will she retreat to her comfort zone?

Or does she even have a choice?

Excerpt:

“Let’s pretend she’s a slave,” Duncan said. “One we’ve just purchased. And we need to decide what to do with her.”

Duncan had knocked on the door of Cara and Jake’s hotel suite precisely at 8 pm on Tuesday evening. Jake had let him in, something she was unable to do as she was standing in the middle of the room, buck naked, with her hands tied behind her back with a silken cord.

She wasn’t sure if this was a punishment, or if Jake would have done this to her regardless. After worrying ever since the wedding over whether or not Duncan would appear on Tuesday to have sex with her, she’d finally mustered the courage to ask Jake just before dinner if she had any choice in what was to happen.

“I don’t think I’m ready for what you mentioned at the wedding?”

Jake raised his eyebrows. “What I mentioned? Could you be more specific?”

She had to resist the urge to glare at him. But she’d learned not to do that. “You said Duncan might come over tonight…”

“And?” A smile lurked in his gray eyes.

Maybe he’d forgotten what he said, and she’d be dumb to bring it up and remind him. But she had to raise an objection. She wasn’t ready for double penetration. She doubted she ever would be. Deep in her soul, she knew she’d enjoyed the bachelor party, with multiple men enjoying her favors, but she’d taken them one at a time. She couldn’t do more than that.

“Jake,” she said, her voice just above a whisper. She moved closer to him on the sofa where they were sitting, and reached between his legs to fondle him. “I don’t think I’m interested in two-on-one sex.”

“Ah.” He grinned at her. “You shouldn’t have said that while you’re caressing my dick. It gives me dirty ideas.”

She snatched her hand away and he laughed out loud.

“Cara, sweetie, is it not my job as your Master to decide what’s best for you sexually?”

She nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Are you implying that I might not do my job well?”

She hesitated, seeing the trap. “I’m sure you will always do your job well, but wouldn’t it help you do a good job if you knew my wishes?”

“That’s exactly what won’t help me. You don’t know what you really want. Society has conditioned you too well to be afraid of dirty thoughts and nasty sex.” He picked up her hand and placed it over his dick again. “Keep rubbing.”

Did she dare to keep arguing? So far, he was in a good mood. But she didn’t want that to change, especially if another man was coming over to use her.

She reached for his belt buckle, suddenly wild to feel his satiny cock naked under her fingertips.

“Nope.” He moved her hand back to his trouser-covered hardon. “Do as I said.”

She began rubbing.

“Ah.” He threw his head back on the sofa and closed his eyes. “So talented.”

“I enjoy playing with you,” she cooed. “Can’t we leave it at that?”

He opened his eyes, and she saw instantly that she’d pushed him too far. “Are you still arguing,” he asked in his cold Master voice. He heaved up a big sigh and removed her hand once more from his erection.

“Stand up and get undressed.”

 

Blurb: 

Cara enjoyed being shared as a bachelor party gift…while she was masked and anonymous.

But when a wedding party guest unmasks her, and wants to use her again, she has a decision to make.

Will she allow her Master to expand her sexual horizons yet again, or will she retreat to her comfort zone?

Or does she even have a choice?

Excerpt: 

“Let’s pretend she’s a slave,” Duncan said. “One we’ve just purchased. And we need to decide what to do with her.”

Duncan had knocked on the door of Cara and Jake’s hotel suite precisely at 8 pm on Tuesday evening. Jake had let him in, something she was unable to do as she was standing in the middle of the room, buck naked, with her hands tied behind her back with a silken cord.

She wasn’t sure if this was a punishment, or if Jake would have done this to her regardless. After worrying ever since the wedding over whether or not Duncan would appear on Tuesday to have sex with her, she’d finally mustered the courage to ask Jake just before dinner if she had any choice in what was to happen.

“I don’t think I’m ready for what you mentioned at the wedding?”

Jake raised his eyebrows. “What I mentioned? Could you be more specific?”

She had to resist the urge to glare at him. But she’d learned not to do that. “You said Duncan might come over tonight…”

“And?” A smile lurked in his gray eyes.

Maybe he’d forgotten what he said, and she’d be dumb to bring it up and remind him. But she had to raise an objection. She wasn’t ready for double penetration. She doubted she ever would be. Deep in her soul, she knew she’d enjoyed the bachelor party, with multiple men enjoying her favors, but she’d taken them one at a time. She couldn’t do more than that.

“Jake,” she said, her voice just above a whisper. She moved closer to him on the sofa where they were sitting, and reached between his legs to fondle him. “I don’t think I’m interested in two-on-one sex.”

“Ah.” He grinned at her. “You shouldn’t have said that while you’re caressing my dick. It gives me dirty ideas.”

She snatched her hand away and he laughed out loud.

“Cara, sweetie, is it not my job as your Master to decide what’s best for you sexually?”

She nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Are you implying that I might not do my job well?”

She hesitated, seeing the trap. “I’m sure you will always do your job well, but wouldn’t it help you do a good job if you knew my wishes?”

“That’s exactly what won’t help me. You don’t know what you really want. Society has conditioned you too well to be afraid of dirty thoughts and nasty sex.” He picked up her hand and placed it over his dick again. “Keep rubbing.”

Did she dare to keep arguing? So far, he was in a good mood. But she didn’t want that to change, especially if another man was coming over to use her.

She reached for his belt buckle, suddenly wild to feel his satiny cock naked under her fingertips.

“Nope.” He moved her hand back to his trouser-covered hardon. “Do as I said.”

She began rubbing.

“Ah.” He threw his head back on the sofa and closed his eyes. “So talented.”

“I enjoy playing with you,” she cooed. “Can’t we leave it at that?”

He opened his eyes, and she saw instantly that she’d pushed him too far. “Are you still arguing,” he asked in his cold Master voice. He heaved up a big sigh and removed her hand once more from his erection.

“Stand up and get undressed.”