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It’s time for the Mastered 2 box set to take you out of this world with Evangeline Anderson’s sexy sci-fi novella. A wealthy mistress gets more than she bargained for, and the slave she sought to turn submissive knows a little more about the art of dominance than she expected. Prepare to catch your breath in Mastering the Mistress!
A muscular slave turns the tables on his unsuspecting mistress and teaches her an erotic lesson in submission.
Set in the Kindred universe, this novella tells the story of what happened to Solar, Thrace’s best friend and first mate who was also captured and sold as a slave.
Captured and sold to the highest bidder at the Flesh Bazaar, Solar finds himself the property of a lush little female named Kaylee. But his new mistress doesn’t know one end of a whip from the other and she’s about to find out she bit off more than she can chew in trying to master the huge, muscular Solar. Now it’s time to turn the tables on her and teach her a lesson she’ll never forget–which Solar is more than willing to do. Soon enough he has her tied to her own pleasure post and he’s busy Mastering the Mistress…
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Lyra reached around him and pushed the up indicator. Apparently the “dungeon” they were taking him to was on the top floor. As Solar stepped inside the mirrored walls of the elevator, he caught a glimpse of himself in the glass. He was a sorry sight indeed, arms bound behind his back, the spiked pain collar choking his throat, and the tight black leather trousers constricting his shaft.
Behind him, he could see the small, steely eyes of Lyra, still holding the remote on him like a gun. Behind her, Kaylee entered the elevator last. She was nibbling her lush lower lip and there was a look of uncertainty on her pretty face. Solar stared at her and she looked up, meeting his gaze in the mirror. Their gazes locked and for a long, breathless moment they looked into each other’s eyes.
She’s beautiful, Solar admitted to himself reluctantly. In fact, under different circumstances, he might have asked to buy her a drink. Unfortunately, they weren’t exactly standing side by side at the friendly neighborhood space port bar. He was currently her property—bound and collared and subject to her every whim. It kind of put a damper on a male’s mood.
Which didn’t explain why his shaft was stirring in his trousers. Suddenly he remembered the sight of her plump little pussy, just inches from his face and the warm, feminine scent which had teased his nose when his head had gotten trapped under her ridiculously short skirt. He wouldn’t mind playing sexual games with this little female—not a bit. If games were all they were. But being tied up and sold as a slave was no game or joke. And Kaylee wasn’t the only one he had to worry about. There was also Lyra to contend with.
He continued to stare into Kaylee’s eyes in the mirror. Her lips were slightly parted and her cheeks were flushed. Solar expected her to drop her gaze and end the intense staring contest at any moment but she seemed frozen—an animal caught in the headlights of an oncoming craft.
He narrowed his own eyes and licked his lips slowly—the implication was clear. I’m going to eat you up, little female. The minute I get free of these damn collar and cuffs you’re in trouble!
He wanted to discomfort her and put her off her guard and it worked. Kaylee’s eyes widened and she took a step back, her rounded posterior bumping against the mirrored wall of the elevator just as it emitted a soft chime and came to a halt.
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Kaylee wished her new slave wouldn’t keep staring at her that way. And was he actually growling? She couldn’t help remembering the way their eyes had locked in the elevator and the implied threat in his green and gold gaze. Goddess, the way he looked at her was so intense. It seemed to promise she would get back everything she and Lyra were dishing out with interest if only he could get free. The thought made Kaylee shudder and not just because she dreaded his intended retribution.
For some reason the way her new slave stared at her reminded her of the stash of illicit porn vids she’d found in the back of one of Aunt J’s closets. Vids of males dominating females instead of the other way around, the way nature intended. There were even some of males penetrating females with their shafts—an unheard of taboo. It made her wonder if Aunt J had been some kind of a sexual pervert. Or maybe she was just willing to try anything at least once.
That seemed more in keeping with her dare-devil character.
Though she was shocked and dismayed by the illicit images, Kaylee hadn’t been able to stop watching them. They made her think of stories she’d heard of the Kindred—the race of males who were genetic traders and traveled the universe in search of females to bond with. Of course, her new slave was a Havoc, not a Kindred but still… The disturbing scenes gave her a strange, throbbing, tingling feeling between her legs which she had never felt when viewing other, more standard pornographic material with females dominating males…
Her new slave’s deep growl was becoming more menacing. It jerked her out of her illicit memories and made her blush when she realized he was giving her that intense stare again.
Stop it—stop thinking about it when you’re so close to him, she told herself as she fastened the cuffs around his wrists with trembling fingers. What if Havoc males can read thoughts somehow? She’d heard it said that their genetic cousins, the Kindred, formed a telepathic bond with the females they mated. Could it be that the Havoc had a similar talent? Kaylee didn’t want to find out.
It’s back and more wicked than ever! Readers succumbed to the bestselling Mastered box set and now the ALL-NEW Mastered 2 box set is here to seduce you. More BDSM, more kinks, more Doms, Masters & Mistresses than you can strike a riding crop at! Strap back into the dungeon once more with these never before seen whips and whispers by some of the hottest authors in erotic romance!
We’ll be sharing a spotlight on each of these stories throughout the week on the blogs of the authors twice a day, and we’ll be starting with my own story, Played by the Master. Titillating!
Jacqueline crashes a billionaire’s exclusive poker game in order to seduce him into granting a favor to save her sister, but instead finds herself Played By the Master.
Jacqueline Bell desperately wants to help her sister out of a jam. But to do that, she has to find a way to talk to billionaire entrepreneur Race Danner, and have him drop the charges against her brother-in-law. She discovers he holds an exclusive poker game once a week and finds a way in.
Race Danner is bored with his life, despite his wealth and extreme hobbies. He doesn’t know exactly what he’s looking for, but he’ll know it when he sees it.
When Jacqueline Bell walks into his life, he knows she’s it. She wants something from him. And he wants her. A combination made in heaven. In a delicious game of cat and mouse, he will leverage his advantage to lure her into his game. And he fully intends to win.
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Jacqueline adjusted the straps on her snug black dress, ensuring they hiked up her ample bosom, then stared at herself critically in the large mirror in the elegant hotel lobby ladies’ room.
She was here on a mission and she’d pulled out all the stops. Low cut black dress that hugged every curve of her body. Shockingly high stilettos that made her legs look even longer than they were, and accentuated her rounded butt. She turned in the mirror and glanced at her backside. Her cheeks flushed at the sight of herself in the short, tight black dress, all her assets blatantly on display, but it was important she succeed and she needed to use everything she had going for her. She had even pulled her long, chestnut hair up and clipped it neatly behind her head to stop it from obscuring her cleavage.
She turned back to face the mirror, her gaze dropping to the sparkly diamond star pendant grazing the tops of her pushed-up-thrust-forward breasts. (Her brother had given it to her and it was a constant reminder of how he’d always taken care of her, and believed in her. He’d told her she’d be a star in whatever she did.)
Three women entered the washroom, chatting. Jacqueline reapplied her deep red lipstick, then dropped the tube in her evening bag and walked back into the lobby.
The hotel was lavishly elegant. Crystal chandeliers glittered from the ceiling as she walked along the marble floor, her heels clacking on the surface. She walked to the concierge desk and opened her small, sequined bag and pulled out a black and red poker chip with the Danner insignia on it.
He glanced at it and nodded.
“Go to room 2403.”
She smiled as she turned and walked to the elevator. Room 2403 was where she would find Mr. Danner. Billionaire owner of Danner Industries. She had to see him and convince him to help her sister.
She’d tried calling his secretary to arrange to see him in his office so she could plead her case, but he was harder to get an appointment with than the president of the United States. So she’d talked to a friend of hers, who knew that Danner ran a high-stakes poker game once a month. No one knew where it was until the day, and it was extremely exclusive. Danner didn’t worry about the details of deciding who could play. He had staff to check out potentials, but Jacqueline’s friend had an in and had obtained one of the poker chips that would allow her in the door.
Every player had to go with at least two hundred thousand dollars they were prepared to lose, which she didn’t have. But she didn’t intend to lose. She smiled as she walked onto the elevator and pushed the button.
Because she intended to cheat.
Race Danner stared out the window of the luxury hotel room over the lights of the city reflected in the lake below as he poured himself a drink. The other players were continuing the game behind him, but he’d stopped to take a break. He sipped the seventy-five year old scotch and sighed.
Even these poker games, that he’d arranged to break up the boredom he’d been suffering from over the past year, had stopped giving him the excitement he was seeking.
Travel, women, extreme sports. None of it gave him exactly what he was looking for.
He turned back to the game, watching the intensity in the eyes of the card players at the table.
The problem was, he didn’t know exactly what he was looking for.
But he had a feeling he’d know when he saw it.
A knock sounded at the door and Renaldo, one of the hotel serving staff overseeing the game, answered it. Race heard a young woman’s voice, then the Renaldo opened the door and she walked inside.
His breath held as he stared at her.
The little black dress—and he did mean little—and the fuck-me shoes she wore showcased her stunning body, but he could tell she wasn’t used to wearing such a revealing outfit. She carried herself with confidence, but he could read people and could sense a hesitation in her. She glanced around, as if wondering if anyone was gazing at her, but not in a look-at-me way.
Her hair was swept up and held in place by a glittery butterfly clip, which meant it was long.
He liked long hair. He smiled to himself, deciding that before the night was over, he’d see her hair hanging loose and free. And he’d ensure he soon get the chance to coil her tresses around his hand and hold tight.
Renaldo was talking to her, and Race knew the man would hustle her out, since she was not one of the people on the invitation list for tonight.
Race would not let her slip through his fingers, however. He walked toward them.
“Problem, Renaldo?” Race asked.