Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Tuesday Teaser - A Double-Scoop from Taming Rachel

Here's another yummy little teaser from Taming Rachel

“Aren’t you a little cocky?”
“No, I’m very confident.”
Oh, that voice! No matter what he said, when he spoke, she became wet. He could recite the alphabet, and she’d be on her knees.
He slid his hands down her arms and bound her wrists with something soft. Before she could respond with words, he drew a white silk scarf over one shoulder. The cool material caressed her heated skin. Using both his hands, he slowly raised the scarf to cover her eyes and knotted it at the back of her head. He lifted her into his arms as if she were weightless. A shiver of excitement traveled up her spine, and a small gasp escaped her lips.

“I found this silk scarf in the gift shop, and I thought of you. I had to buy it. You can thank me later.” His rich, masculine voice melted any resolve to fight his grasp. “Your hands are bound with my necktie. Stay in the game with me, babe.”

What? The teaser a little too short? Want another? Sure... here you go. Enjoy!

Within seconds after the elevator stopped, the doors slid open. He continued carrying her for a short distance then paused. His muscles bunched as he adjusted the way he held her. A key card slid into place, a door clicked open and then slammed shut behind them.
“We are alone at last.” With little effort, he eased her down until her feet hit the floor. His hands framed her face, and he placed a tender kiss on her lips.
“I can’t believe it.” Thoughts became words.
“What can’t you believe, babe?” He took a hold of her bound wrists. “This? It’s just a little teaser.”
His mouth hovered over hers, and she anticipated a kiss that didn’t come.
“Or us?” Pressing his hand to her lower back, he pulled her against the hard cock she remembered. “Believe it, Rach. We were always good together. It can be like that again and so much more.”
Sure they were like fire and kerosene back in the day. Maybe they would have gone up in flames, hurting more than each other. Maybe they wouldn’t have. What kind of power did her brother have over them back then? Why didn’t she see it? Did Dustin really care for her during their flings? Could he still have feelings after all this time? They were almost strangers. Well, maybe just unfamiliar friends…no, more like familiar old friends.
“Maybe we should slow down and talk. It’s been so long since—”
“Hey, put the brakes on that runaway mind of yours. You always had a tendency to think too much. Don’t let unnecessary chatter in your pretty head interfere with enjoying this. Time hasn’t changed anything here.” He tapped a finger over her heart. His gentle touch stopped her rambling mind. “You can’t deny what we had as very genuine. It didn’t die; it just never had a chance to grow because we didn’t have the opportunity to explore everything. We’ll talk later, I promise.” He placed a kiss on her forehead. “Go with the flow of tonight. Right now, I just want you to feel. Don’t speak. Listen.”
He tugged the binding on her wrists until they loosened and fell limp. He guided her across the room and into a small but comfortable chair and took her hands. He placed a kiss upon each palm. He massaged her wrists then touched each with his lips. The tenderness he expressed made her tremble.
“Are you cold?”
Remembering his command to be quiet, she shook her head.
“Good girl.” He stroked her hair and stood. “I have something for you.”
She strained her ears to listen for him movements. A rustle of tissue paper to her left captured her attention. He teased her by drawing cool material over her arms and down to her hands. Softer than satin and cooler than leather, perhaps the material matched the scarf blinding her. One at a time, he placed gloves on her hands that reached almost to her elbows. With the back on one hand, she touched her cheek and jaw line, enjoying the silken fabric.
She continued the self caress, moving her hand across her collar bone, down her check and over her breast. Wicked thoughts flashed in her mind of touching him with the delicate covered fingers.
“I recognize that smile. You are already making plans for me. I look forward to experiencing them.” He placed her hand in her lap. “Pull up your skirt. Let me see those delicious legs.”
Knowing she held the power of temptation, she grasped the tulle fabric. A clock in the room ticked, seconds turning into moments. The back of her arm brushed the worn velvet and wood of the back of the small chair she sat on. That and the round pillow-like seat resembled the lovely replica of a Victorian parlor chair in her room. She planted her feet on each side of the chair and parted her knees as she drew the skirt up at a snail’s pace. Gathering the material until it pooled at the juncture of her thighs, she hid what he wanted most. She flattened her palms on the cushion between her legs, the material bunched next to her wrists. With a small wiggle, she ground her pussy against the mound of fabric and sighed. She arched her back in delight, wishing she could see his face.
“You’re a fucking tease.” His deep voice drew shivers from her. “I’ll bet you’re wet for me.”

Hell yeah! But she wouldn’t admit it aloud. She kept her voice low to see how far she could push him. “Maybe you should check…sir.”


Romance Author and Artist Mary Quast lives in a log home affectionately named "Camp Run-A-Muk" located in the woods of Michigan with her husband, three sons, and a collection of animal family members. As a professional artist, Mary Quast answered the call to express herself creatively. With her descriptive writing style she has developed a knack for creating passionate characters and realistic settings. Quast is one of the original writers for the 1 Night Stand Series published by Decadent Publishing. When she’s not busy writing contemporary erotic romance novels, novelettes, and short stories, Mary Quast doles out sensual tips and yummy eye candy on her blog “Romantic Interludes”.

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