Welcome to Tuesday Treat and a guest post from the very talented April Vine. This is an 18+ post. If you continue to read you acknowledge you are over 18.
Today you will find me on my Marked for Magic tour at Diane Saxon’s blog spot.
Do enjoy your treat.
He’ll catch her in the act—and never let her go.
No one breaches the defenses of billionaire Dom Stephen Black—until Aria Swift does just that, stealing a priceless painting from his collection—along with his heart. But two can play that game, and soon a treasured necklace that belonged to Aria’s late mother ends up in Stephen’s skilled, waiting hands—along with a dare to retrieve it…
Eight years later, Aria is ready to put closure on her infamous past by meeting Stephen’s challenge. And suddenly, she’s caught in his trap…
There’s only one way to master a woman like Aria—and only one place to do it. Stephen’s luxuriously decadent Gold Room is where he’ll mete out her punishment, stroke by excruciatingly ecstatic stroke. Where Aria will submit to his every desire—and find in his touch, in his control, a frenzied yearning, and the ultimate pleasure of surrender…
Excerpt: The first time Aria discovers Stephen’s Gold Room:
Gold, pure and exorbitant, graced the immense room from top to bottom. Her quick glance around depicted perfect Victorian grandiosity. Exhilaration coursed through her, her vision arrested by the most stunning display of wealth. The cozy elegance of the room, the Persian carpet and thick brocaded curtains hanging from the ceiling to the floor concealing vast windows, dazzled her.
She flitted through the room, barefoot and on the tip of her toes, and did a double take. Drawing her brows together, she stared at the contraptions woven into the decorative interior of the room. They looked like apparatuses eighteenth century scientists might have used. How odd.
A selection of paintings graced the circumference of the wall. She tilted her head from side to side, closed the gap to get a better view, and gasped. The painter captured those strange devices in use as restraints. Beautiful women with flowing long hair were strapped to the pieces of equipment. Their wrists in the leather and gold studded cuffs, their ankles too. Standing behind them were men in dark suits, wielding riding crops with gold knobs. She twirled about the room in wonder.
A rush of wetness ebbed between her thighs. Without thinking, she lifted herself onto a bench with a backrest. She slid her wrists into the cuffs on the armrests and her ankles into the ones at the bottom of the seat. Her legs were immediately raised and parted. The white knee-length angel lace nightie she wore fell between her open thighs. Sitting there evoked more moisture to her pussy then catching a quick not-allowed-to-see glimpse of her brother’s porn movies. Her breath stuttered in her throat. She shifted against the soft leather, curled her toes and moaned. How she craved someone would fasten the clasps on her wrists and ankles.
Someone with searing blue eyes and large hands.
“You’re not supposed to be in here.”
She started at the deep voice coming from the doorway.
Bio: April Vine is a nighttime erotic romance writer and a daytime professional dreamer. She adores books, chocolates and shoes, and is happiest doing all three at the same time. She lives in a house with boys and a few four-legged furry things and has come to accept both species for the strange creatures they are.
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