Thursday, 13 December 2012

New Short: Taken (Dark Grove Plantation 2) Excerpt!

Hi Readers!  Hot on the heels of the release of Awakened (Dark Grove Plantation 1), I'm working on the second book in the series, Taken.  The story follows Ella, the Domme who we met in Awakened as the Dom Brandon brings out her submissive side.  Here's a teaser for you :).  Cover and longer blurb to follow soon!

Ella grinned evilly as she brought the crop down hard on Holly’s pert ass.  The curvy little sub cried out at the blow, but Ella knew by the way that she arched back into her that she was enjoying herself.  She glanced at Holly’s Dom, a silent question in her eyes.  Holden held up two fingers, a small smirk on his face as he watched Ella dominate his sub.  She nodded at him in understanding, and laid two more blows across Holly’s sensitive thighs in quick succession.  This time the sub nearly screamed at the intensity.  But Ella could tell by her glassy eyes that she had entered subspace, pushed over the edge by the pain.
Holden was at her side, murmuring in her ear, kissing her throat.  Then he bit down on the delicate skin where her neck met her shoulder.  At the same time, he touched his fingers to her clit, pinching hard.  Holly moaned as she came, tugging at the chains that held her suspended as she writhed at the intensity of her orgasm.  As she came down off her high, gasping, Ella gently ran her fingernails over the sub’s abused ass, making her shudder pleasurably.
Ella helped Holden release Holly from her bonds, and then he carried her to one of the couches at the corner of the room, holding her tightly to his chest.  Ella could tell from the way that he looked at her that he was utterly smitten, and she felt a pang in her chest, longing for that connection with her own man.
But not a Dom, she thought firmly.  Certainly not a Dom.
Ella was infamous at Dark Grove Plantation for the way that she reduced men – and women, for that matter – to simpering messes.  She was good at what she did.  Very good.  And she relished their submission.
She enjoyed her high-powered job as a lawyer, but it was also high-stress.  Men were always underestimating her in the courtroom, and it gave her immense satisfaction to smack them down, to win.  And she found great relief from the indignation that she felt at their initial derision by playing with men who revered her.  The disparity between condescending men and worshipful ones seemed to provide the balance she needed to feel like an equal.  Not to mention that being a Domme gave her the confidence she needed to be a successful lawyer.  She won in the playroom and in the courtroom.
But unfortunately, she had never found that she was romantically attracted to any of her subs.  Something about how they were subordinate to her made her feel uneasy entering into a relationship.
Suppressing a sigh, Ella turned her eyes away from Holden and Holly, heading for the bar.  She could use a drink. 
Not because I’m upset, she told herself.  I’m just thirsty after that workout.
She checked to see if her friend Jo was working the bar tonight.  The pretty blonde was always nice to her, and she had even let Ella Domme her a few times.  Unfortunately, she was nowhere in sight.  It would have been nice to have someone to talk to.
She ordered a rum and coke and then stationed herself in a dark corner, trying her best not to look sulky.  She should be focusing on the crowd, picking out her next conquest.  But she just wasn’t up for it.  Instead, she found herself fussing with her short leather skirt; adjusting it gave her an excuse to do something else.
“Hey there, little one.”  Ella tried not to jump at the sound of his voice, so sexy with its Southern twang.
Crap.  The last person she wanted to talk to right now was Brandon, especially when she was off her game.
She glared up at him.  “I’ve told you not to call me that,” she snapped.
“What would you prefer?”  He asked, the corners of his mouth curling upward in amusement.
“‘Mistress’ would suit you nicely,” she retorted, lifting her chin to give him an imperious stare.
He laughed softly, his hazel eyes dancing.  “I think I’ll stick to my preferred moniker, but thanks anyway.”
Ella threw up her hands in exasperation, rolling her eyes at him.
His strong arms were around her instantly, his palms pressed against the wall on either side of her, trapping her.  “I don’t permit people to roll their eyes at me,” he said softly, a dangerous edge to his voice.
Ella couldn’t stop her eyes from widening.  The nerve of him!  But she couldn’t deny her attraction to him, and it was only heightened by his close proximity.  His eyes had shifted from genial brown to an intense, dark green now, offsetting his curly black hair that she secretly wanted to run her hands through.  And his scent…  She wanted to drink it in.  He smelled of amber and musk and darkness.  Looking up into his eyes, she had to resist the urge to swallow hard.
“When will you admit that you want me, little one?”  He asked, his voice low and rough.
Ella shook her head vigorously.  “Never,” she whispered.
“You’ll never admit it, or you’ll never want me?”  He asked with a sly smile.
“Both.  Either,” she said, getting flustered.  His closeness was throwing her off, his masculine scent wreaking havoc on her brain, making her think that she did want him.  But that was crazy.  Brandon was a Dom through and through.  And Ella wasn’t interested in a man who wanted to undermine her.
She pressed her hands against his hard chest, resisting the urge to run her fingers over his sculpted body, to lightly sink her nails into his flesh…
Stop that!  She ordered herself.
He didn’t budge a millimeter. Ella was unsettled, but she felt her body betray her, and her sex pulsed as she realized her predicament.  What was wrong with her?  She needed to get out of here, to go home.
“Back off,” she hissed.  “Or I’ll make you.”
Brandon just chuckled.  “You’re cute when you’re angry, you know,” he told her.  Then he cocked his head at her.  “But I have to ask: Just how are you planning to get out of this?”
His smug expression was enough to quell her lust for him.  She shot him an evil smile before shouting, “Red!”
Several people turned to look at them, their attention caught by the sight of Ella, the infamous Domme, shouting out a safe word.  She was slightly embarrassed that they had heard, but it was the only way that she knew to force Brandon away from her.
He growled, and his hands clenched to fists against the wall.  He stared down at her for a moment, his green eyes stormy.  Then he pushed away from her.  Ella determinedly held back her sigh of relief.
“Fine,” he snapped.  “You win.  For now.”

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