Blue Monday has officially ended for another year and in its wake I bring great news— Taunted is now LIVE!
It’s the second book in Dalton’s tale, and the next instalment in The Dark Necessities universe.
Check out this steamy excerpt from Taunted—I can’t wait for you to read this book!
Delilah was perfect. Hell, she’d always been delectable, the very definition of temptation, but having her bound and spread for him this way was a vision. More than Dalton could have dreamed of. More than he deserved.
Dalton rose from the place he’d secured her ankles to drink in the sight of the redhead bound to his St. Andrew’s cross and he could only conclude what he already guessed. Delilah was all his Christmases come at once.
“How are those nipples now?” Intentionally, he arched a single brow at her while he asked and relished the way she physically strained against the cuffs in response.
“They ache, s-sir.”
“Too much?” Dalton closed the distance between them, his cock growing at the way Delilah’s gaze widened.
“I don’t think so. Sir.” She bit her lip.
“So, you like them.” He was pleased. “I knew you would.”
“I like the dull ache,” she confessed with a fresh blush. “But I don’t know if I can cope with one at my clit, sir.”
Dalton grinned at her words. “Oh, you’ll cope, little girl,” he assured her in that knowing tone he knew irritated her as much as it drove her wild.
Delilah loathed being patronized and her thoughts confirmed that was how she interpreted the tone, yet still, his authoritative, condescending act would be making her wetter than he’d ever achieved before. She was one fiery, incredible contradiction.
“Will I, sir?” The bluster of the woman he’d first met was almost completely subdued now. Delilah’s eyes conveyed her inner feelings at the prospect of having her pussy pegged and it was clear the thought terrified her.
“Yes, you will.” He stroked the side of her face gently. “Want to know how I can be so sure, little girl?”
Delilah gulped. No. “Yes, sir.”
He smirked while the inner war raged in Delilah. “Because I know you want to keep being my good little girl.”
Dalton paused, ensuring he was staring directly into her astonishing gaze before he continued. “Don’t you, Delilah?”
She pulled in a shaky breath, blinking away what looked like the first show of emotion at his verdict. “Y-yes, sir.”
His hand stilled, slipping to the underside of her chin and propping her head in place. Now he had all of Delilah ‘s attention. Every single part of the woman was trapped in his bondage. She was his. “And the way to keep being my good girl is to do as you’re told.”
Delilah pressed her lips into a hard line. She was trying to get a handle on her scattered thoughts, but apparently failing.
“Do you recall what I asked from you at the outset of this session?”
Slowly, she nodded.
“Words, please.” Dalton’s voice was soft, but it left her no room to maneuver. She was going to surrender to his will, whether she wanted to or not.
Dalton’s cock strained at the sound of her compliance. He would never get bored of hearing those words from Delilah’s lips. That much was guaranteed. “Impress me then.”
He smiled as he went on. “Show me that you have been paying attention.”
“You asked me to obey you.” Delilah’s voice trembled at the reply. “And trust you, sir.”
“And you have,” Dalton agreed, leaning down to brush his mouth. “You’ve been wonderful, little girl.”
Their gazes met again. “I want to be.” She looked on the verge of tears.
Silence fell over them while Dalton allowed that thought to permeate.
“All I want now is for more of the same.”
Delilah nodded her head, a half smile lighting her face. “I’ll try.”
And in that moment, Dalton knew she would. He was aware of what a privileged position he found himself in. Delilah submitted herself willingly to no man, neither Morley, nor Hyland, nor anyone else in the past. She’d never given either of those odious fools anything she wasn’t absolutely compelled and coerced to give. She’d never wanted either of them, and she sure as hell hadn’t consented to anything like this. Whatever her life had been before she exploded into the line at Diablo, and as things stood, Dalton suspected, he only knew the half of it, Delilah had never given in to her fantasies.
She’d never surrendered.
“Thank you.” He pressed his mouth into her plaint lips, tasting the flavor of the woman that sent fire to his blood without even having to try.