There’s never been another man like him in her life. Heroic. Daring. Gorgeous.
When reporter Cassie Pierce interviews Aidan West at the scene of an accident, she’s mesmerized by his deep blue eyes and intense, laser-like focus. The fact that he pulled a pregnant woman and her small son from a wrecked vehicle after it plunged into a lake impresses her too.
Cassie wants to further her career and knows a story about a pregnant woman being rescued by a handsome man has the potential to tug at readers’ heart-strings. Although she can appreciate the way Aidan excels at saving others, Cassie has no desire to be rescued. Even though the interview between Aidan and Cassie is supposed to be all business, there’s an undeniable pull between them that proves too much to resist.
When Cassie agrees to go out with him she realizes Aidan has another side. Dominant. His intense focus carries over to the bedroom and she discovers Aidan doesn’t like to give up control. Aching for the pleasure that she knows he can give her, Cassie does something she’s never done before: submit.
Before long, Cassie uncovers a secret from Aidan’s past and realizes that although his bravery has saved others, Aidan’s holding onto guilt that threatens to destroy him and, he in fact, needs to be rescued.
“I want to show you something that I bought…tonight. On my way home. From work.” She knew she was being awkward, and maybe a bit coy, but as she reached for the brown paper sack her hands shook. Cassie pulled out the metal handcuffs and thrust them toward him.
“You want me to use these on you?”
“Yes.” Her voice was a whisper, but she couldn’t help it. Just thinking about Aidan using them on her set her adrenaline to rushing.
He stepped closer, removing them from her grasp. Aidan drew her tank top over her head and gathered it in one hand. As he stood in front of her with handcuffs in his right hand and her black lace top in his left she let her gaze take all of him in. His wide stance was uniquely masculine and completely determined. With a flick of his wrist he opened the cuffs, the metal opening with a loud clack. Her nipples hardened further as her excitement mounted. Aidan wielded the cuffs like he knew what he was doing.
“You like it when I restrain you.”
His gaze dropped to her breasts, no doubt taking in the stiff points of her nipples. He grabbed one of her wrists and gently wound it behind her back. Turning her away from him, he put his mouth to her nape. He nipped at her bare shoulder at the same time as he clamped the cuff around her left wrist.
“You like it when I dominate you.”
“Yes,” she breathed.
Aidan drew her right arm behind her. He put the other cuff around her free wrist, securing them into place with a click. Even though she knew she wouldn’t be able to move, she had to test the hold. She flexed her arms and felt the bite of metal into the flesh at her wrists. Knowing she was totally restrained and at his mercy drove her mad.
“What else do you like? What else do you want?”
Aidan wrapped his arm around her, dropping his hand at her sternum to hold her in place as he kissed her earlobe. He ran the lacy material of her tank top across her breasts. She bowed her back against him, pushing her ass against his erection. The light touch made her nipples tingle and ache. She wanted his hands and his mouth on her.
“Touch me. Fuck me. Bend me over the counter,” she panted.
“In good time, sweetness.”
With that he removed his arm from around her body, pulling the lace top away from her breasts. Before she could ask what he was doing, he wrapped her tank top around her eyes and secured it behind her head. The black lace was partially see-through, making the blindfold more sexy than opaque. Aidan ran his hands down the sides of her torso, until he came to the waistband of her shorts. He slid them off her hips and down her legs.
She heard a light thump against the floor and realized Aidan must’ve moved to a kneeling position because his lips nibbled at her hip. Inching inward, he dropped a soft kiss on the outer curve of her ass cheek. She sensed he’d moved behind her when the air shifted and then she could feel the heat from his bare chest against her back. His slightly calloused hands cupped her ass cheeks before moving lower. He parted her labia and slipped a finger inside. She was soaking wet and greedy for an orgasm. Cassie ground against his hand as his finger tested her readiness.
“I told you, in due time. Don’t be impatient.”
“Please,” she bent forward and undulated her hips as he stroked her clit.
Aidan pulled his hand away, leaving her feeling bereft and frustrated. She opened her mouth, intending to voice her irritation, but was thrown off guard when he landed a light slap against her ass. She let out a gasp, more from surprise than pain. The slight sting quickly gave way to warmth and her clit throbbed from both the sound and the tingle.
“Oh,” she let out a sigh.
“You like that?”
“Do you want another slap?”
About the author
Ariel Storm believes that fantasies are meant to be explored, on the pages of her manuscripts, and beyond. Ariel fell in love with all things paranormal, magical and mystical at a young age. Her obsession with the dark, dangerous and forbidden began in her teen years as a way to rebel against her strict religious upbringing. Her stories can range from contemporary BDSM to new adult to paranormal. One thing will never change, and that’s writing scorching hot erotic romance with unconventionally sexy heroes.
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