Sneak peek of Relinquishing Control

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Started the second lot of edits on Relinquishing Control (book 2 in The Dom's Invitation) - polishing some of the scenes has added an extra 5k words!

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Excerpt (from Chapter One) ... if you see any mistakes, please let me know...

Tanner placed the fingertips of his other hand down on the inside of my forearm. Another zap flowed through my body while my lungs worked to pull in more oxygen. As my heart beat ticked up, I felt hotter. When his fingers skated upward over the inside of my elbow, his touch was so light, it tickled. A shiver raced down my spine.

They slid further up, and only stopped when they were half-way up the inside of my upper arm. He removed his hand from my arm, and easily slipped it down into the gaping front of my dress. His fingers drifted over to hover over my right nipple. My heartrate accelerated, and pounded on the inside of my chest so hard, I was afraid my ribs visibly shook with each beat.

His thumb and forefinger closed around it before he pinched the sensitive tip in a grip so harsh, I sucked in a startled gasp. My brows drew together in a mixture of pain and pleasure. When he let go, my nipple pulsated, and hardened with every beat that thrummed through my body. It seemed like very nerve ending heated and tingled at the same time as a drumbeat flooded through my ears with the same rhythm.

Tanner leaned forward, and placed his glass down on the lowline jarrah coffee table stretched out in front of the lounge. Then he plucked the glass out of my hand, and placed it next to his on the table.

When he threaded one arm beneath my knees, and slid the other down behind my back, he picked me up. I squealed in surprise right before he plonked me down on his lap.

One cheek of my ass landed right on top of the hard rod of his erection. My pussy rippled, and more of my creamy arousal flooded between my legs. Holy hell. It feels like a fucking lake down there.

The hem of my dress had ridden up, and exposed the lower half of my ass which was now on the material of his trousers. The wetness between my thighs was dangerously close to oozing down to form a wet puddle on his pant-covered thigh. Oh, God. When Tanner moved his hand between my knees, another ripple expunged more of my arousal.

But his hand didn’t stop. His palm skimmed up, leaving a trail of scorched flesh behind in its wake until his fingers skated right through the coating of crème that made my inner thighs slick.

I felt two fingers separate, and slide up between my pussy lips. The abundant amount of crème gathered between them ensured they glided with the smoothness of skates on an ice rink up the length of my slit before one tip circled silkily around my swelling clit.

Oh, fuck. My eyelids wanted to droop in appreciation of what those tiny circles were doing to my body, but I resisted. The drum beat in my ears increased in tempo as my breath turned ragged.

Tanner curled his fingertips, and dragged his nails, one at a time, right across the sensitive tip, and my body jolted deliciously on his lap with each one. My back instinctively arched, and pushed my ass down to grind against his hardened cock.

Tanner spread the abundant amount of arousal that continued to flow from my entrance, all over my bare pussy. They slipped through, and around my soft folds, and made everything really slick before he stalled with one fingertip to maddeningly circle around, and around my swollen bundle of nerves, driving me wild with increasing desire. My eyelids began to droop when the first moan escaped through my parted lips.

“Eyes on me, Sienna,” Tanner ordered.

My lids immediately flew open, and my eyes locked back on his. When he inserted one strong finger all the way up inside me, I had to fight against their desire to close, once again. My face ignited, and I knew I was back to glowing red.

“Eyes always on me, understood?” Before I went to nod my head yes, Tanner arched one brow. “Answer.”

“Yes,” I breathed, and nodded as if to back up what I’d said.

His finger slowly withdrew, and a whimper of frustration left my throat. But all he did was add another before he pushed back inside me. Oh, God. My pussy stretched to accommodate the width of his thick double digits as they slid back in, and my inner walls gripped and rippled around them.

Just when I’d convinced myself he was only going to finger-fuck me, and pushed my disappointment to the back of my mind, he withdrew them completely. Then he threaded his arm back underneath my knees, and placed wet fingers against the outside of my thigh. His other arm held my upper body in his firm grip before he stood up with me cradled in his arms.

With easy strides, he covered the distance to the step up into the entrance within seconds, and made a beeline for the hallway opening like he knew his way through this house.

“Which direction?” he asked, which threw off my suspicions.

If he knew his way around, he wouldn’t ask.

“To the end, and turn left,” I whispered, like I’d revealed some sort of secret.

When Tanner’s chest rumbled with a chuckle, my face went back to heating. His step seemed to falter just as he crossed the threshold of my bedroom door, but he continued in, and placed me down on the bed.

“You’re a little … overdressed,” he teased with a grin, and raised one brow as he stepped away from me.

He’d undressed me the first time at his house. Isn’t he going to do that, again? I watched him move down to the foot end of the bed, reach up, and curl his hands over the top of the canopy that surrounded my four-post bed.

“In the middle,” Tanner directed with a firmness that both irritated, and excited me. Irritated because he was telling me what to do. Excited for exactly the same reason. “But take the dress off, first,” he added.

I edged down along the top of the covers, and bent my knees to place my feet flat on top of the bed in order to keep my balance before I tilted to one side, and pulled the hem of my dress up over my cheek. I rocked to the other side, and repeated the action. My pussy, and ass, were now on display, and with my knees bent and separated, he was given an eye full.

I didn’t want to dwell on what he could see. It’s not as if he hasn’t already seen what you’ve got, I reminded myself. But that did nothing other than heat my face another degree.

Once my dress was bunched up around my waist, I pulled it up over my head. My hair went every which way when it was freed from the neckline of the material. I tossed the inside-out garment to one side, and it landed in a heap on the floor beside the bed as I brushed some strands out of my face with my other hand. Now, all I was wearing was my lacy bra, and my sheer black thigh highs.

“Bra, too,” Tanner demanded.

Jesus Christ. My face felt so damn hot, and it seemed to heat even further when I folded my arms around my back. My fingers searched for, and found the hooks and eyes that held it together.

One at a time, I unhooked them until I eventually let go. The thin straps fell down both arms which cause the cups that secured my breasts, to fall away. My hands shot back around to catch it before it landed in my lap. I allowed the shoulder straps to fall further down, then withdrew one hand at a time before I tossed it off the edge of the bed, knowing it was just going to fall straight down to the floor on top of the puddle of my dress.

My nipples stuck out, partly from the cool in the room, but mostly from the hungry look I could see darken Tanner’s steel blue eyes. Another pulsation of arousal triggered another spark to shoot through my swollen clit. When my inner walls rippled in response, it only added to the river that flowed between my smooth lips.

When I edged over to the middle of the bed, my hand immediately wanted to cover my pussy, with one arm ready to cover across both of my stiffened nipples.

“What toys do I have to work with?”

“What?” I countered, stalling as if I hadn’t heard him correctly.

Why does he want to know about my toys? When I thought about the sorts of toys he had at his disposal in his dungeon, mine paled in comparison. They were just boring old vibrators. Nothing like what he was obviously use to. The heat that emanated from my face embarrassed me even further, and I fought the urge to fan my hand in front of it to cool it down.

“A woman such as yourself is bound to have at least one toy, Sienna. Where do you keep it … or them?”

I tore my eyes away from Tanners penetrating gaze. With a resigned sigh, I pointed to the set of drawers at the left side of the bed. “Top drawer,” I murmured, utterly mortified.

Shit. Did I clean them after my last use?

“Eyes,” Tanner demanded sternly. My eyes snapped back up to his. “Good girl.”

Two words. But they affected me more than I could possibly ever have imagined. Being told I was a good girl insinuated that he was pleased, and that buoyed my spirits more than I cared to admit. My chest swelled with pride.

What in the fuck? How can two simple words instantly calm me, and excite me at the same time?

I watched Tanner proceed around the bed and come to a stop in front of my set of drawers. As he pulled it out, he looked inside, and a surprised grin pulled at his lips. I just wanted to hide.

“You have quite the collection,” he chuckled with eyes that sparkled as blue as crystalline water that lapped at a perfectly white, pristine beach. “Guess purple is your favorite color?” he asked as the grin on his face widened, and I detected some amusement in his tone. I wanted to disappear into the mattress. “Answer,” he ordered just as I went to nod.

“Yes,” I confirmed, and my eyes drifted away from his, again.

Until I remembered they were to remain on his, and returned them before he could remind me.

“Which one do you prefer?” My mouth almost gaped open. Why does he want to know that? “Every woman has her ‘go to’ toy – which one is yours?”

Oh, my God, he’s not going to let this go. I didn’t want to answer. But the determined look in his eyes told me he wasn’t going to give up. Fuck.

“The U-shaped one,” I eventually answered, and the mortification I felt a while ago doubled in intensity.

“This one?” Tanner asked, and his smirk grew by the second as he held it up.

My head began to nod before my voice worked. “Yes,” I whispered.

“Let’s see if it’s charged,” he chuckled, then pressed, and held one button.

When it sprung to life in his hand, his chuckle deepened, and my embarrassment grew in leaps and bounds. He pressed it again to silence it, then leaned over the side of the bed, and dropped it down next to my upper thigh.

My eyes flicked back and forth between meeting him in the eye, and down at the toy sitting innocently beside my upper thigh as my brows drew together. Tanner walked back to the foot of the bed, stretched his arms up, and curled both hands back over the top of the canopy.

What’s he doing?

“You know your body better than anyone. Show me how you make yourself cum.”

“Wh-what?” I stammered as my brows shot straight up, and I was consumed with so much awkwardness, my face exploded.

Is he fucking kidding? He wants me to use a toy while he stands there and just watches me?

“Show me … how you make yourself cum,” Tanner directed, his voice a lot firmer as he nodded down at the idle toy.

My mouth opened with a refusal ready to come out, but the dominating look he pinned me with had me closing it again. For fucks’ sake. When he raised one eyebrow in annoyance, my hand gravitated down to the toy, and I reluctantly picked it up.

“Good girl,” he praised with an encouraging smile.

It had the exact same effect on me the second time as it had the first. My hips moved back a fraction, and I almost clenched my thighs together. The throb in my clit ramped up. My pussy was so wet, I felt it trickle down toward my anus.

Oh, Jesus. How in the hell am I going to masturbate while he watches? This is so damned humiliating.

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