Rebecca’s Lost Journals
Volume 2: The Contract
Inside Out Novellas #2
Inside Out Novellas #2
Lisa Renee Jones
Genre:
Romance, Erotic
Publisher:
Simon and Schuster
Date of
Publication: February 18th 2013
ISBN: 9781476737959
Word
Count: 10k
Book Description:
In the second sultry e-short of excerpts
from Rebecca’s Lost Journals, Rebecca is faced with a contract to be a
submissive that she doesn’t want to sign—and her would-be Master has unusual
methods of convincing her…
From Lisa Renee
Jones, author of the sexy Inside Out erotic romance trilogy, comes the first
installment of entries from Rebecca’s lost journals—brand-new diary excerpts
and secrets not found in If I Were You, Being Me, and Revealing Us.
In the second
sultry e-short of excerpts from Rebecca’s Lost Journals, Rebecca is faced with
a contract to be a submissive that she doesn't want to sign—and her would-be
Master has unusual methods of convincing her…
EXCERPT:
His watching me made me wetter, hotter,
more needy. Pleasure overtook me, lowering my lashes, and I let it, ripples of
sensation weakening my knees, and I orgasmed with amazing speed. When I finally
opened my eyes again, he was standing in front of me.
“You’re meant for this, Rebecca, and you
looked exquisite, coming like that.” He slid a finger between my legs and then
sucked it into his mouth.“And now I’ll have you on my lips the rest of the
day.”
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Sunday, March 7th, 2012
Dangerous.
For months I’ve had dreams and nightmares about how
perfectly he personifies the word. Sleep-laden, alternate realities where I can
vividly smell his musky male scent, feel his hard body against mine. Taste the
sweet and sensuous flavor of him-–like milk chocolate with its silky demand
that I indulge in one more bite. And another. So good I’d forgotten there’s a
price for overindulgence. And there is
a price. There is always a price. I was reminded of this life lesson on
Saturday night. And I know now, no matter what he says, no matter what he does,
I cannot--will not--see him again.
It started out as any other erotic adventure with him.
Unpredictable. Exciting. I barely remember where it all went wrong. How it took
such a dark turn.
He’d ordered me to undress and sit on the mattress,
against the headboard, my legs spread wide for his viewing. Naked before him,
open to him, I was vulnerable and quivering with need. Never in my life had I
taken orders from a man; most certainly I had never thought I would quiver with
anything. But I did for him.
If Saturday night proved anything, it was that once I was
with him, under his spell, he could demand anything of me, and I’d comply. He
could push me to the edge, to unbelievable places I’d never thought I would go.
Exactly why I can’t see him again. He makes me feel possessed, and what is so
disconcerting about this feeling is that I like it. I can hardly wrap my mind
around allowing such a thing, though I burn for it. But when I saw him standing
at the end of the bed Saturday night, all broad and thick with sinewy muscle,
his cock jutting forward, there was nothing but that need.
He was magnificent. Really, truly the most gorgeous man
I’ve ever known. Instant lust exploded inside me. I wanted to feel him close to
me, to feel him touch me. To touch him. But I know now not to touch him without
his permission. And I know not to beg him to let me.
I’ve learned my lesson from past encounters. He enjoys
the vulnerability of a plea far too much. Enjoys withholding his pleasures,
until I am nearly quaking with the burn of my body. Until I am liquid heat and
tears. He likes that power over me. He likes full control. I should hate him.
Sometimes, I think I love him.
It was the blindfold that should have warned me I was
headed toward a place of no return. Thinking back, I believe it did. He tossed
it on the bed, a dare, and instantly a shiver chased a path up and down my
spine. The idea of not being able to see what was happening to me should have
aroused me-–it did arouse me. But for reasons I didn’t understand at the time,
it also frightened me. I was scared and I hesitated.
This did not please him. He told me so, in that deep,
rich, baritone voice that makes me quiver uncontrollably. The need to please
him had been so compelling. I put on the blindfold.
I was rewarded by the shift of the mattress. He was
coming to me. Soon, I knew I would come, too. His hands slid possessively up my
calves, over my thighs. And damn him, stopped just before my place of need.
What came next was
a shadowy whirlwind of sensation. He pulled me onto my back, flat against the
mattress. I knew satisfaction was seconds away. Soon he would enter me. Soon I
would have what I needed. But to my distress, he moved away.
It was then that I was sure I’d heard the click of a
lock. It jolted me to a sitting position, and I called out his name, fearful he
was leaving. Certain that I’d done something wrong. Then relieved when his hand
flattened on my stomach. I’d imagined the sound of the lock. I must have. But I
couldn’t shake the subtle shift in the air then, the raw lust and menace
consuming the room that didn’t feel like him. It was a thought easily forgotten when he settled heavy between
my thighs, his strong hands lifting my arms over my head, his breath warm on my
neck--his body heavy, perfect.
Somehow, a silk tie wrapped around my wrists and my arms
were tied to the bed frame. It never occurred to me that he could not have done
this on his own. That he was on top of me, unable to manipulate my arms. But
then, he was manipulating my body, my mind, and I was his willing victim.
He lifted his body from mine, and I whimpered, unable to
reach for him. Again silence. And the whisk of fabric. More strange sounds.
Long seconds ticked by, and I remember the chill that snaked across my skin.
The feeling of dread that had balled in my stomach.
And then, the moment I know I will die remembering. The
moment when the steel of a blade touched my lips. The moment that he promised
there was pleasure in pain. The moment when the blade traveled along my skin
with the proof he would be true to his words. And I knew then that I had been
wrong. He was not dangerous. Nor was he chocolate. He was lethal, a drug, and I
feared…
About the
Author:
Bestselling author Lisa
Renée Jones is the author of the highly acclaimed INSIDE OUT TRILOGY which will debut internationally across
many countries in 2013. Booklist says that Jones’ suspense truly sizzles with
an energy similar to FBI tales with a paranormal twist by Julie Garwood or
Suzanne Brockmann. Alpha, military, and paranormal romance readers will want
Jones’ entire series. (About the Zodius Series — Storm that is Sterling)
In 2003, award winning
author Lisa Renée Jones sold her Austin, Texas based multi-state staffing
agency and has since published over thirty novels and novellas across several
genres. Her staffing agency LRJ Staffing was recognized many times by The
Austin Business Journal and also praised by Dallas Women Magazine. In 1998 LRJ
was listed as the #7 growing women owned business in Entrepreneur Magazine.
Her debuts with Blaze
and Nocturne hit Bookscan’s Top 100 list and her Blaze Hot Zone trilogy made a
showing on the list in 2011 also.
website:
http://www.lisareneejones.com
facebook:
https://www.facebook.com/Lisareneejones
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