Friday, April 8, 2016

Check Me Out on Janine Ashbless's Blue Monday

show me sirMax Wells is a ball-busting, ass-kicking testament to female empowerment, who’s yet to meet the person who can push her down. 

Until she meets a man she only knows as Sir. 

Shamelessly deviant, Hayato knows exactly what Max thinks of Dominants like him. So ready to dismiss his lifestyle, she’s the type to assume she knows everything about it and him after one cursory glance from the outside in. But, looking at Max—at her intelligence and passion—he can see more in her than the misconceptions she’s deliberately blinding herself with. 

And, determined, he plans to show her more. 

Max and Hayato engage in a dance of wit, will, and seduction as they negotiate roles, rewrite rules, and learn the true meaning of empowerment. 

But, just as their game heats up, it gets used against them. Seeking to punish them with their play, someone threatens to drag their private lives out into the public spotlight. 

With high stakes and bitter scandal looming over their heads, Max and her Sir will have to work together to show that what the world thinks they are does not define who they are.
Her eyes shot up, meeting his savage gaze in the mirror’s reflection. He looked as wild ‒ as unbalanced and out of control ‒ as she felt.
Somehow, that settled her. Righted her, in a weird, irrational way.
“Touch yourself.” He tipped her head back down to stare at herself, exposed and spread wide, as his other hand cupped her free elbow encouragingly. “Show me how you like it. Show me how I should touch you. How I will touch you. Soon.”
With a wicked smile, she felt ‒ saw ‒ her cunt clench with heated desire and heard his echoing groan while her arousal flowed from her body onto her fingers and thighs. She brought her other hand down, letting her fore and middle fingers slide between her inviting folds.
“Yes,” he said.
Gathering her wetness, she brushed her clit on a gasp. They both watched her stroke herself in intense silence, watched as soft, tentative brushes quickly turned into hard, twisting flicks while pleasure surged through her.
“Yes.” That one word was a compelling lull, urging her on. He reached in front of her, unsnapping the front clasp of the button-up teddy.
Max’s breath caught when her breasts spilled free, bouncing with every heaving pant.
“Touch them.” Both their eyes stared at her tight, rosy nipples. “Touch.”
Without thought, she lifted compliant fingers all but reflexively to fondle a flushed peak even while she kept rubbing against her needy nub. She groaned. “Oh Lord.”
“Fuck yourself.” His voice was hoarse and hushed, the coarse words a quiet plea that quelled her unease. “Slip those fingers deep inside that sweet, pretty pussy.”
She did, moaning while her perfectly manicured hand pushed inside.
She needed more.
“Yes,” he said, “move those fingers. Slide them in and out. Faster.”
Her core contracted, gripping her so tight, the nerves sparking all along her vaginal walls.
“Come, Max,” he coaxed. “Come for me.”
And, God help her, she did.
Her eyes widened, not willing to miss a second of it. Her body rushed toward a climax, her strokes becoming mad while she rubbed and pushed, pinched and tugged.
With an animalistic roar, she came, her body rioting with sensation. Try as she might, she couldn’t keep her eyes open. Couldn’t stop her body from tensing tight. Her knees wobbled. With a choked pant, she caught herself, still tirelessly touching her clit as her climax took her. It took all she had to stay upright, propping her shaking weight up against the cool, fogging glass.
“Damn, Max,” she heard him murmur.
She blinked, trying to see past the haze, but saw nothing in the mirror over her shoulder.
Then a fierce shiver hit her when a familiar, reverent touch caressed her hip.
Her gaze dropped to him, crouched down at her side. His face was eye-level to her still undulating hips. His eyes watched her, entranced. “Goddamn.” His hand that idly brushed her curving side now gripped her thigh, urging her to part them further.
He removed her hand from her still convulsing sex and brought it to his mouth, sucking her fingers deep. He moaned as his tongue swept over the sweet, slick skin, cleaning her completely before releasing her.
“I want to taste you.” He met her eyes in the mirror, that hungry look now ravenous. “Really taste you…”


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