Sexual Pursuasion

Excerpt:
The man in front of her was a total stranger, but the way he stared at her made her feel like they were lovers. Roslyn didn’t remember how she’d ended up in a room with a strange man wearing a slinky wrinkled dress. She did know she wasn’t here of her own free will.

The black silk robe he wore literally floated around him, which should have made him seem less forbidding. It didn't. His face never lost that hardened, angry look. He was frighteningly unyielding, and his imposing manner made her feel tiny and insignificant. He was also arrogant, muscled, and gorgeous as hell. The leather riding crop he held at his side only emphasized his wild masculinity.
She was the prisoner and he the master. Was that the game?

Roslyn wished she’d listened to her mother’s warnings about traveling around the globe, going from one sandy shore to the other, like some idiot socialite with nothing of importance to occupy her time. She felt like a complete fool. Roslyn wasn’t sure how she’d landed here to begin with or even where here was.

Her memory of the past couple of days was blank. The very last thing she recalled was sitting in the safe and cozy confines of her condominium in Cincinnati, Ohio, reading her mail. Now, she was in an unfamiliar room, and a man too gorgeous for his own good stared at her as if he’d like to eat her for dinner.

The man spoke and Roslyn was glad to hear he knew English. His words of demand brought her out of her thoughts and back to the present.

"Take off your clothes."

"I don't think so, bud," she spat back, her ire immediately aroused. No way she'd undress for this man.

“I will not repeat myself.”

His voice never rose above a husky whisper. He was in total control of every aspect of his body. He had a slight accent, she noticed, and Roslyn couldn’t help but enjoy the familiar East coast sound. Or she would have enjoyed it if he weren’t being such an ass.

“Tough, because I’m not undressing!” She crossed her arms over her chest and stuck her impertinent nose in the air, hoping she appeared a whole lot braver than she felt.

He stepped forward. Instinctively, she stepped backwards. He smiled as he saw her retreat, but he never wavered. Too quickly, he stood close enough that her breasts touched his chest. The contact caused a shiver to run through her. In fear or anticipation? She didn’t want to consider the answer to such a stupid question. Roslyn had a penchant for the dangerous side of life, but getting herself tangled with a man like this was beyond dangerous. The word idiotic came to mind.

Forced to bend her head backward because of his height, Roslyn looked into his eyes. Why hadn’t she noticed how incredibly masculine his features were?

He had dark rough stubble on his chin, which looked sexy as hell. His hair, a rich shade of espresso, swirled over his brow and just barely reached the collar of the black robe. His nose looked as if it’d been broken, but somehow it only added to his appeal. His eyes…oh wow. His eyes were devastating. Blue-green pools that devoured her. He wouldn’t win any GQ awards with such a hard-planed face, but women probably flocked to him in droves. He could have his pick. The predatory sort of alpha male no woman would ever want to tie herself to permanently, but wouldn’t mind tumbling around with in the heat of the night. At least once.

His touch to her cheek stopped the crazy train of her thoughts and widened her gaze. Would he hurt her? What had she gotten herself into?

“You are quite beautiful.”

That was all he said before he took his large, callused hand on a journey down her throat and popped the first button on her purple dress. She smacked his hand away. He continued to stare at her, with those too intense eyes, and seemed to enjoy what little he saw, judging by the sly smile that crossed his face.

“If you don’t do it, I will. And it can be gentle or rough. The outcome is entirely up to you.”
He was so sure of himself. It severely pissed her off.

Without a second thought, she smacked the gargantuan man across the face and cursed at him, using a few words she’d never said before. Her hand quickly flew to her mouth as she realized what she had just done. She’d crossed a line. Roslyn knew it, and so did he.

His face hardened and his mouth thinned in rage. Instantly, he grabbed her arms, threw her over his shoulder, and strode towards a large hardwood table. He plopped her back on her feet, turned her around so that she faced the table, and pushed, bending her over the tabletop as he stood behind.
“I have my answer then. It’s to be rough.” He swung the skirt of her gown up onto her back and tore at her miniscule panties.

Tears stung her eyes, frightened at what was sure to come. She heard him groan when her panties fell away from her body revealing the plumpness of her bottom and the glossy curls covering her mound. She felt his large hand again, only instead of caressing her face, it stroked her intimate flesh. As if he had the right. As if he owned her.

He smoothed his fingers up and then down, all the while holding her in place with his other hand. She pushed and struggled, but it was no use. She was like a nearly dead leaf attempting to cling to a branch on the last day of fall. His next words made her freeze. “I will not take you until you desire me in the way I desire you. I will never rape you, sweet Roslyn.”

Her first thought was that he knew her name. It meant he knew her. But his words sank in, and she forgot about that important detail.

“Then let me go, you bastard!” she screamed. Despite his promise, she knew she was helpless to him. She’d never felt so powerless.

“No. You need to learn obedience.”

It wasn’t what she had expected from him, but then his hand moved away and she stiffened. She didn’t have to wait long to feel the first sting of the riding crop. Roslyn screamed, more out of fright than actual pain, her head dropped to the table as she cried, tears spilling unchecked onto the shiny wood.

“Will you take your clothes off on your own, or do you require more encouragement from my crop?”

“Go to hell!” Roslyn growled. Damn it! Why did she keep baiting a tiger? Was she so stupid?

There was another smack from the long piece of leather against her bottom, this one not quite as hard as the first. She groaned and bit down hard onto her lower lip, tasting a drop of blood. Roslyn had taken her clothes off for plenty of men. For some insane reason, she enjoyed pissing this man off.

“Don’t make me do that again, Roslyn. Do as you’re told.” She thought she heard him utter “please.” It was so faint, she wasn’t sure. She only nodded her head in answer to him, giving in for the first time since she’d woken up in the strange room.

He growled and threw the riding crop to the other side of the room. It hit the ruby velvet curtains with a soft thump and fell to the floor.

All sane thought fled as Roslyn felt his hard cock against her upturned bottom. It was such a brief touch she thought she’d imagined it. Slowly, he pushed away and let her rise off the table.

“The dress,” he growled, his voice once so smooth now scraped raw.

She looked down and started undoing the pearl buttons littering the front of her dress. Once it hung open, he pushed it off her shoulders. It pooled into a silk heap on the floor and she dared to look up at him. The feral look in his eyes was something to behold. He was severely aroused and staring at her white lace covered breasts as if she were a feast.

“Your first lesson is done,” he announced. “You may step behind the screen and change. I will not bother you. When you have finished, come into the adjoining room. We will eat.”

She couldn’t believe it. She was all prepared to be the martyr by stripping off her bra along with her dress. Instead, he’d stopped and given her a modicum of privacy. Perhaps there was some civility in him after all.

Just before Roslyn stepped behind the screen, she looked back at her huge captor. His eyes fixed on her bottom, now red from the crop, and the heated gaze scorched her to her marrow.

Behind the screen, Roslyn muttered, “If I make it out of here with my dignity, I’ll consider myself lucky.”

Slowly, hoping to stall, Roslyn took off her bra and stood in shock at the sticky arousal between her thighs. That’s when Roslyn knew her days were numbered. She may talk the big talk, but deep down in some secret part of her, Roslyn felt electrified and crazed at the first strike from that riding crop. Hell, it nearly made her come just thinking about it.