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Series: Blasphemy #2
Published by: Self Published
on February 21, 2017
Genres: Erotic Romance, BDSM
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He wants to dominate her senses—and her heart…
Quinton Ross has always been a thrill-seeker—so it’s no surprise that he’s drawn to extremes in the bedroom and at his BDSM club, Blasphemy, where he creates sense-depriving scenarios that blow submissives’ minds. Now if he could just find one who needs the rush as much as him…
Cassia Locke hasn’t played at Blasphemy since a caving accident left her with a paralyzing fear of the dark. Ready to fight, she knows just who to ask for help—the hard-bodied, funny-as-hell Dom she’d always crushed on—and once stood up.
Quinton is shocked and a little leery to see Cassia, but he can’t pass up the chance to dominate the alluring little sub this time. Introducing her to sensory deprivation becomes his new favorite obsession, and watching her fight fear is its own thrill. But when doubt threatens to send her running again, Quinton must find a way to master her senses—and her heart.
I’ve gotta say, I’m absolutely LOVING this side of Laura Kaye’s writing! It’s so sensual and erotic and at the same time, packed with so much heart and emotion. From the minute I finished the first book in the series, I’ve wanted to get my hands on Master Quinton’s story. There was just something about him, his easy-going, laid back attitude that reeled me in from the very beginning. Oh, but in MASTERING HER SENSES, that man comes alive! We see the Master at work, and my god is it SEXY AS HELL!
“Use your safe word if you need me to back off, Cassia. Come as often as you can. And be as loud as you dare,” he rasped, giving her a moment to adjust. “Understood?”
See what I mean? I get the chills reading that scene over and over again.
Cassia Locke was a great heroine and the PERFECT MATCH for our Quinton Ross. After suffering though a horrific accident, that caused all of her nerves to be shot, Cassia seeks asylum and peace in the BDSM club, Blasphemy. Of course she is no stranger to the scene, and she is no stranger to the delicious Quinton Ross either. When he comes to her rescue, she is reminded how safe she feels in this man’s presence. Not immediately recognizing Cassia, he jumps into action for a woman he feels an incredible pull towards. Once everything is out in the open, Master Quinton will do everything in his power to bring light back into the darkness that he sees in Cassia’s eyes. She wants to live again. She wants to be safe again. And he WILL give this to her, no matter what. Even though a relationship isn’t what either of them need right now, the connection only grows deeper with every passing day. Quinton Ross strives hard to master Cassia’s senses, but what he doesn’t know is that he will be mastering her heart in the process.
“I am yours and you are mine, and we are each other’s. And there’s no one else in this. Ever.”
If you haven’t started this series and you are a fan of BDSM ROMANCE, all you need to know is that Laura Kaye has come into her own in this genre, and she will SLAY you with the vast amount of emotion and sex appeal she puts on every single page. Each book can be read as a standalone, but in my opinion, you need to pick up EVERY SINGLE BOOK that came before this, because they are AMAZING!
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“Where are you, Cassia?” Master Quinton asked, slowly swaying with her on the crowded dance floor.
“Um…” She swallowed, hard, blind beneath the thickly folded lace. “Yellow, Sir,” she said, feeling weak at the admission.
He kissed her, soft and sweet and approving. “Good girl. Always want you to be honest with me. If it’s too much, squeeze my shoulders three times. Otherwise, no talking.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, knowing that they’d just slipped into a scene without him having to tell her. And that helped tip the scales toward the more positive reactions he’d unleashed. Because her body was a live wire waiting to see what he had in store for her. Why had she teased him again?
Words rumbled into her ear. “There’s a couple right behind you. Almost touching you. The man is dancing behind the woman, and he’s pulled up her skirt.” Cassia’s heart tripped into a sprint. Master Quinton squeezed her ass with one big hand as they danced, his body tight against hers. Other bodies bumped against them, too, against her elbow, her heel, her hip. “She was naked beneath,” he continued, “and her pussy is bare. The man is teasing her, rubbing his fingers over her lips without really hitting her clit. The look on her face is pure torture.”
Each word painted a new stroke of color against the blackness of her eyelids—and over all the most sensitive places of her body. Her nipples. Her neck. Her clit. Cassia shivered as the image Quinton described came to life in her mind’s eye.
Slowly, Master Quinton dragged his tongue up the column of Cass’s neck, adding to her own torment. And then his lips were at her ear again. “He’s fingering her now. Forcing her to keep dancing while he does it.” He swallowed thickly. “Aw, fuck, Cass, he’s making her suck her own wetness off his fingers.”
Cassia moaned at the vivid picture she now had, and at the rough arousal in her Dom’s voice. His lust stoked her own, made her wish that they were the ones doing what he described.
Quinton licked the shell of her ear, unleashing goosebumps all down her neck and shoulders. “He’s taking his cock out now. Lining it up between her legs… Oh, yeah, he just slid into her from behind. Right here on the dance floor.”
A whimper spilled from Cassia as heat roared over her body. Suddenly, she could barely stand the thin fabric of her dress against her skin.
“Mmm, like that idea, do you?” Quinton said, his dirty words a secret the music helped them keep. “Looks like she does too, the way her Dom is taking her right here in the middle of all these people, all of them watching her, touching her. Can you see it, Cassia? Can you see him fucking her?”
She gave a fast nod, almost forgetting not to speak. But, God, she wanted to. She wanted to beg.
For Quinton. For his touch and his tongue and his cock.
“Yeah, I know you can. You can see his cock sliding deep. I bet you can even feel it.”
Jesus, she was going to come. She was going to come from his words alone.
On some level, she knew what he was doing. And she freaking adored him for it, for the way he’d put light in the darkness with just his voice. But she was too invested in the story to think about it. She needed more. She needed it all.
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