About the Book:
by Marni Mann
Expected publication: October 24th 2013
by Entice by Booktrope
With a shadow cast over the mansion, can Charlie and Cameron overcome the destruction of their pasts and rebuild their future, or will the revelation of painful, shocking secrets pull them back into the darkness?
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I shook my head. I wasn’t reserved anymore when it came to controlling sex with Cameron; I would readily steer him directly to the places that wanted attention. But he’d usually covered them before I had the chance. Tonight, I didn’t want to give instruction. I wanted the painful tease and the surprise when he gave in. He was guiding my passion, doling out my pleasure in small bursts. It was perfect.
Then all at once, it became exhilarating. He was caressing those sensual little buds and rather than circling them, he flicked them back and forth using the heavy wetness. My legs spread; my fingers threatened to move in between them, but I held them at my sides, clenching them into fists to keep them from touching.
Every few minutes he left my body; when he returned the substance was colder, thicker and had begun to dry in his wake. Suddenly, I knew: it had to be paint. He was touching me—stimulating me—with a brush…the tools of my trade, and now of my pleasure as well. It was confirmed when he moved behind me. The cold spread to my ass as he removed the blindfold from my eyes.
I blinked as I became accustomed to this new light. It wasn’t just any light, though; these were black lights that illuminated the all black room. The paint on my breasts was florescent, and my body immediately responded to the sight of it.Cameron wasn’t just introducing me to new feelings and textures. He was combining our passions and adding to them, sensually and sexually.
There was a table set up not far from where we stood. It held several bottles of paint in a variety of colors. A canvas rested on the floor, well over six feet in each direction.
“I’m going to finish painting you,” he breathed against my neck. “Then you’re going to paint me.”
The brush slowly went up my back and around each shoulder. “And once you’re covered, I’m going to place you on that canvas, slide my dick inside you, and we’re going to create our own art.”
I released my response in a series of exhales, each ending in a moan. It was my reaction to everything: what we were about to do, the feeling the brush created when it swept over my skin. The thought of us becoming our own masterpiece. I didn’t know if I would have the same reaction to any other substance, but there was something special about paint that made this experience even more erotic. Feeling it on my skin, it had become an aphrodisiac.
About the Author:
A New Englander at heart, Marni Mann, now a Floridian is inspired by the sandy beaches and hot pink sunsets of Sarasota. She taps a mainstream appeal and shakes worldwide taboos, taking her readers on a dark and breathtaking journey. When she's not nose deep in her laptop, she's scouring for chocolate, traveling, reading, or walking her four-legged children.
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