Captivity

Blurb

Kinky sex, a rock star lover, and a woman who will give her errant man a second chance--on her terms. Joshua Kingston disappeared from the music scene for close to a year and he walked out of his lover's life without a word. Now he's returned and he wants Frances back. But Frances isn't about to make it that easy for hm. Oh yeah, she still love him, but he's going to have to prove he's worth taking a chance on a second time. If Frances knew the reason Joshua left, it could change everything.

Excerpt

Frances pushed away the mellow feeling and stepped back. He looked so damned good. Shadows of the past kept hovering around her, but she tried to dispel them. It was good that he'd gotten help even if he had gone about it the wrong way by leaving her. But he'd done what he needed to do and now he was back. Could she forgive him? Enough to renew their relationship?

"Over to the couch," she said, noting the shabby green fixture on the other side of the room.

He started to rise to his feet.

"No," she said. "On your knees."

"You're serious?"

She quirked a brow and looked down at him. "You think I'm not?" He'd been her lover since high school and sometimes it was hard to acknowledge the hunky rock star side of her lover. She couldn't quite decide. Did she like this side of him better? Or the powerful and sexy icon that performed on the stage most nights? It was a toss-up. She enjoyed jumping his bones either way.

He shook his head. "You're really going to enjoy exacting your price, aren't you, babe?"

"You have no idea," she said. But she had a feeling he was going to enjoy it as well.

She liked looking at his tight ass. If there was one thing she admired, it was a well muscled male butt. Especially decked out in fine black leather. But Joshua's naked ass was just as enticing.

He had reached the couch and turned to look at her over his shoulder. She walked up behind him, lifted her foot and placed the stiletto-heeled sandal against his back, lightly pushed forward until he was bent over the tattered cushions.

"You left me alone for a long time, Joshua. Neither one of us was responsible for Ricky's choices. We weren't his caretakers; we were his lovers." She slid her foot down his back until she reached the curve of his ass with the long thin heel. It now rested just above the crevice of his tight, smooth cheeks.

"What are you doing, babe?"

She studied her silver sandal-shod foot. The salesman had talked her into the shiny new sandals. Now, she was glad he had. She heard the slight hint of panic in the tone of Joshua's voice and she smiled. Served him right. Frances hadn't really thought too much about her high heels before this. These stilettos certainly could be used more than just for walking. He liked a little adventure with his sex. Well, let's see how much. She slid the heel a tad lower touching at the opening of his anus.

"What do you think the proper punishment is for a man who leaves his woman high and dry?"

She felt him stiffen. Poised as she was, she thought about the possibilities, her gaze circuiting the room. She smiled when she spotted the ruler. No point in hurting her hand.