His Slave

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Reviews For HIS SLAVE by Shari Dare

"HIS SLAVE is a page turner that takes you inside the world of harems and bed slaves yet gives you a love story that will make you believe in happily ever after. A sizzler that balances harsh reality with the sweet passion of romance." Reviewed by Barbara Raffin a.k.a. Dame Jade, author of the award winning books Time Out of Mind, The Indentured Heart, and Wolfsong.

"Shari Dare has dared us to follow Cilla into a world unknown to us, except in our fantasies. A world that will sweep you away from your every day life and bring you feelings you dare not share with even your best friend. Ms. Dare brings a tenderness to the typical master/slave fantasy and expertly brings compassion and love to the forefront. After reading HIS SLAVE, Ms. Dare's debut erotica, who wouldn't want to be Rajan's slave? All I can say is, I willingly became HIS SLAVE and you will too." Reviewed by Debbie Fritter, THE PERFECT MATCH

Rating: 4 Stars "His Slave is an unusual BDSM story. Ms. Dare breaks free from the normal world of consensual bondage that many writers portray. It is a beautiful erotic tale of love found in the most unexpected places. Ms. Dare shares a wild tale. It is a great fantasy that weaves a story of hot pleasure. I enjoyed it quite a bit and the love story is beautiful. You quickly become accustomed to the world in which Cilla finds herself. The writing is beautiful and flowing. However, this book is not for the faint of heart. Plain and simple it is brutal. Those who might find brutally against men unappealing will not enjoy this book. I found the brutal scenes were vividly written by Ms. Dare with an erotic heat. I look forward to reading more from this author." Reviewed By Julie Esparza, Just Erotic Romance Reviews

Excerpt

Sample Chapter For HIS SLAVE by Shari Dare

Cilla Kantwell prowled the flat overlooking the river. Coming to Paris to spend a year of fun had sounded like a wonderful adventure when Dalton Roberts first described it. But, to her dismay, her Aunt Lillian had been against the trip from the first moment she’d heard about it. She had said that good girls didn’t go running off to Paris with men they hardly knew.

With Aunt Lillian’s death six months ago, there was no one to stop Cilla. She’d buried Aunt Lillian in the same cemetery as her parents and for the first time in her life she was completely alone.

At Dalton’s suggestion, they disposed of all of Aunt Lillian’s property, quit their jobs and took off for the adventure of a lifetime,

How could everything have gone so utterly and totally wrong? Why had Dalton left her here and disappeared with all of her money?

The sound of a key in the lock turned her attentions from her silent questions to who could be opening her door.

Relief flooded her when Dalton came in. “Where have you been?” she demanded, when her senses finally returned.

“Securing our future,” he said, patting the duffel bag he held in his hands.

“You’ve been gone for three days. I thought you deserted me!”

“Never, love,” Dalton said, taking her in his arms and kissing her roughly before guiding her to the bed. “As I said, I’ve been securing our future, but before I tell you about it, I want to satisfy my present.”

As roughly as he had kissed her, he tore her clothes from her body. It was something he’d done in the past and knew she enjoyed. Before she met Dalton, no man had ever given her a sideways glance. Why should they? She stood over six feet tall and, being big boned, certainly couldn’t be called any man’s dream girl.

Once her clothing was removed, Dalton’s hands seemed to be everywhere at once. While his fingers caressed her clit, he suckled at her right breast, teasing her with first gentle licks and then nipping bites. When she thought she could endure no more of this delightful torture, he abruptly stopped.

“Are you up for something more adventurous?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I was thinking of a little game of sixty-nine.”

The term held no meaning for her. “I don’t understand.”

“You will. I want to taste your nectar and at the same time, I want you to suck my cock until I climax. When I do, I want you to swallow.”

“You want me to what?”

“You heard me. For tonight I intend to enjoy ever opening in your body.”

“Every opening?’

“That’s right. I want to make love to your mouth, your cunt and your ass. That way we’ll be completely one.”

“I – I don’t know.”

“Trust me.”

Cilla took a deep breath and steeled herself for what was to come.

“Before we start I want to give you this pill. It will help you relax and heighten your pleasure.”

“You know I don’t take drugs, Dalton.”

“It’s nothing that will get you addicted, just a little enhancer. You’ll see, it will make everything so much better.”

Cilla didn’t know if she could do everything he had described, but having him in her bed rather than gone, without her knowing where, was worth anything he wanted her to do. Obediently she took the pill. To her shock, her body reacted in a strange and wonderful way. Before long she wanted him to worship every inch of her and at the same time she wanted to give him the pleasure he requested.

It didn’t take long for him to lay flat against her belly, his legs around her head and his mouth on her clit. The feeling of him sucking this most sensitive part of her brought tears to her eyes and moistness to her nether lips.

“You have to do the same for me,” he instructed.

Tentatively she took his cock into her mouth, surprised at its velvety smoothness against her tongue and cheeks. While he continued to suckle and then probe his tongue deep within the recesses of her pussy, she moved her mouth up and down the entire length of him, imitating the act of intercourse. When she thought she could stand his pleasuring no more, he climaxed. At first his sticky cum sickened her, but doing as he instructed, she swallowed it down. To her amazement, it warmed her from her throat to her belly and she begged him for more.

“Give me a minute to get my strength back, darlin’. Then we’ll start again.”

“But I want…”

“I know what you want. This time I want to worship your ass. It just takes me a few minutes to get hard again. Now turn over on your belly. I want to see what it is I’m going to take.”

Cilla giggled, anticipating the pleasure his game of sixty-nine had given her. To her surprise, he forced her knees up under her and spread them wide. He then took her hands and secured them to the headboard of the bed with two pairs of her pantyhose.

“You don’t have to tie me up,” she protested.

“That’s half the fun. So is this.” He forced her mouth open and shoved in a sock. “I don’t want you screaming in your pleasure and making the neighbors think I’m beating you.”

Not knowing what he would do next, she tried to relax. As soon as she did, he shoved his finger up her ass.

“You’re a little dry. This will help.”

She could hear him rummaging around in a drawer and then felt the cool slickness of his finger covered with KY Jelly. He moved his finger in and out, each time adding more of the lubricant until she felt like her ass had to be filled with the stuff.

The head of his cock teased her asshole until she wondered how she could stand it if he actually penetrated her.

“You’re tense. Let me help you out.”

She felt the needle prick the skin of her butt cheek just before the heat of whatever it was he injected made her burn inside. “I know you want to know what I just gave you. It’s only a more potent version of what you took earlier. It will help you relax.”

Every sense in her body screamed that this was unnatural, that she should beg him to stop, but with his sock in her mouth that was impossible. Instead, she felt the hard tip of his cock begging for entrance into her ass. Slowly he pulled her body into an unnatural position as he thrust his entire length into her backside. Once he was in, he gave her a minute to adjust to him before he began pumping against her. As he did, his fingers again reached for her hardened clit. The two movements together brought pleasure and pain, and made her ache for more.

With him in such a tight place, she felt every shudder of his cock. Whenever he came close to climax, he slowed his movements until she thought she could stand it no more. Finally, he allowed the thing she had been waiting for, the explosion of his cum into her body. Never before had she felt him climax so acutely. It was as though she could feel every ounce of sperm that he released into her.

When he finally withdrew and released her she could still feel him moving within her. “Can we do it again?” she asked when he removed the sock from her mouth.

“Slow down, baby. This time we’ll do it the regular way, only with a couple of new twists I picked up.”

“New twists? Like what?”

“You’ll see. Did you like it when I tied your hands to the bedposts?”

She nodded, knowing that was the response he wanted. She hadn’t really

liked the feeling of helplessness, but it had enhanced his pleasure, as well as hers.

“Good, because we’re going to do it again. This time we’re going to use these.”

To her surprise, he produced four pairs of handcuffs. After chaining both her hands to the bedposts, he did the same with her ankles, spreading her legs wide to get a perfect view of her cunt.

“Do you know what this is?” he asked, holding up a strange metal object that looked a lot like her Aunt Lillian’s snap clothespins.

“No. What it is?”

“It’s a clit clip. It’s guaranteed to give you unmeasured pleasure, once you get used to it.”

Before he put the strange thing in place, he again shoved the sock into her mouth. She wondered if he would give her more of the drug. Trussed up like this she certainly couldn’t protest if he did.

“I can’t give you anymore of the enhancer,” he said, as though he could read her mind. “I’m certain this will work just as well.”

He produced a jar of ointment from the bag he had brought in with him that contained the drugs as well as the handcuffs. After taking a long time to unscrew the cover, he dipped his fingers into the contents and began to rub not only her clit, but also her cunt, with it. Immediately the entire area became sensitive and she longed to be able to beg him to do whatever he wanted with her.

The clip that he fastened to her throbbing womanhood hurt at first, but once he entered her with his cock, she forgot all about the pain and concentrated on the pleasure.

By the time they both climaxed, Cilla was completely spent. As the seeds of sleep overtook her body, she felt Dalton roll from on top of her. Although she was still shackled to the bed, it was easy to fall into a deep sleep, with Dalton beside her, his hand resting on her still throbbing womanhood.

When did I become like this? The errant thought flashed through her mind just before sleep claimed her.

Cilla knew the answer. It had been when she first met Dalton. He had been exciting and had awakened her sexual feelings. Her life with Aunt Lillian had been one of sheltered acceptance. How many times had her aunt told her that the girls at school who had sex with their boyfriends were just plain “bad” and that even when Cilla found someone to marry, she would find sex to be nothing more than a distasteful job. Part of the marriage pact that the man expected and the woman hated.

Boy, was Aunt Lillian wrong! It’s no wonder she never married. I’m glad that Dalton showed me just how wonderful sex can be.