Happy Release Day M. Never!
Today we're celebrating the release of M. Never's debut, Owned!
Owned is a dark erotic romance and a definite TBR add.
Title: Owned (A Decadence after Dark Novel)
Author: M. Never
Genre: Dark Erotic Romance
Release Date: October 3, 2014
"I like you collared, baby. I like you naked, I like you mine.”
Ellie Stevens has lusted over Kayne Roberts since he first walked into the import/export company she works for a little over a year ago. As Expo’s most important client, Ellie has always kept a safe distance from the man with the majestic blue eyes - until temptation finally gets the better of her. In a brass move, Ellie invites Kayne to one of Expo's infamous company parties her flamboyant boss is notorious for throwing. Unbeknownst to Ellie, the god in the Armani suit isn’t just the suave entrepreneur he portrays himself to be. Underneath the professional exterior is a man with a secret life, dark desires, and nefarious contacts.
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.
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.
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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