Rowena Milestone, corporate executive,
has an accomplished career. Yet one thing eludes her. Try as she might she
can’t seem to have an orgasm even though she likes sex. Her position in the
corporate man’s world tends to intimidate her dates. They perform well enough
in bed, but they just don’t push her over the edge, until she meets Stephen.
Stephen Sloan has a secret. He belongs
to a very special, no holds barred, anything goes sex club. He never thought
he’d meet anyone like Rowena there, so he wanted to believe her outrageous
story that she didn’t know how she’d gotten there. When she disappeared without
a trace he knew she’d been telling the truth. Now armed with three pieces of
information he is determined to find her.
Rowena was devastated when the curator
of the museum couldn’t help. Minerva had said, "If the universe is
willing, he will come to you." Fat chance she has of that happening.
Prelude:
Every full moon Minerva stands outside the doors of the Mystic Museum.
She is its appointed guardian and caretaker. She watches for the sign
indicating the chosen mystic walker. The light of the full moon will swirl
around the mystic walker creating a radiant aura that can be seen only by the
guardian. It is the guardian’s duty to guide the chosen one to their destined
path.
Adrian Asorio can't
seem to move on after the death of his beloved wife Angelina. While trying to
fill the lonely hours in his empty life, he discovers Minerva's Mystic Museum.
A painting of a female artist painting a nude male model fascinates him. He
finds himself thinking about, and wanting, the male model. He begins to
question his sexuality.Excerpt:
1)
Rowena hailed a cab, her impeccable red manicure flashing as
her hand waved at the passing vehicles. She looked every inch the corporate executive
that she was. Her black hair was cut in a precise bob, feminine, but it could
not be considered sexy. It was functional and suited her busy lifestyle. Her
expensive tailored suit fit her perfectly. Her heels were a bit more stiletto
then they should be, but she liked her shoes. They enabled her to express her
feminine side.
She could by no means be considered beautiful. Her strong
features were feminine enough when she let go of her business demeanor. That
business demeanor was what got her to the top. She was a formidable foe.
Her competitive spirit is what made her love butting heads
with the men that controlled her corporate world. She was good at her job, and
she loved to prove it. Unfortunately that left very little time for a personal
life, and no time for romance.
She hoped her date tonight would break the long run of
disappointing men she’d met in the last year.
*
* * *
2)
Rowena slipped into her clothes as quietly as possible. She
picked up her shoes then tiptoed out of the bedroom.
This is why she never went back to her apartment with the
date. She didn’t like sneaking out into the night like a thief, but she’d
learned it was easier for her and for the man if she did. She’d suffered
through enough uncomfortable breakfasts, embarrassing good-byes, and the
untruthful “I’ll call you” to know when to cut her losses.
There had to be a man out there who could surprise her,
someone who could bring her to orgasm. She’d had one, so she knew they existed.
She was getting tired of searching for another. It was always so close and yet
so far. She liked sex. She liked it a lot. Why else would she keep trying?
The men she met didn’t want to push the limits with her. She
was intimidating at times. She tried to keep that aspect of her personality
under control. When on the date, she tried to be just another woman. She was
beginning to think that was a lost cause. All a man could see was the powerful
corporate executive that she was. Conversation usually bought that fact up.
This man had almost made it, but this would be their last
date. They’d had sex on the second and on the third dates. At least six times
over the course of the two dates. She’d give him credit for that much. He
pleasured her well enough. Unfortunately she was left still searching for that
elusive orgasm. She decided to cut her losses and not invest any more time with
him. A phone conversation later today would be sufficient. If he wanted to meet
in person, she would do that. Sometimes that would happen. It wouldn’t happen
with this one. Eric wasn’t emotionally invested in her. She knew that. This
would not come as a surprise to him.
*
* * *
3)
Two weeks ago she’d had the breakup conversation with Eric.
She hadn’t gone out since. It had been a while since she’d been inside a
museum. Why she had the urge to go tonight was beyond her. She didn’t have
anything better to do so why not?
She looked up at the full moon. In her peripheral vision she
saw an elegant woman dressed in black. It seemed as though the woman was
looking at her. The woman was shaking her head with an odd expression.
Rowena entered Minerva’s Mystic Museum through the
beautifully carved double doors. It wasn’t long before she was impressed with
the unusual and eclectic collection. She walked from one area to the next.
She stood in front of one painting for quite some time. A
dark-haired, bare-chested man stood with his legs spread apart. He wore black
leather pants and boots. He had a Zorro or Lone Ranger mask covering his eyes.
She could swear those dark and brooding eyes were staring at her. His wrists
were covered in leather. One hand held a blindfold, the other handcuffs. Both
were fisted and planted on his hips. The room in which he stood was plain. The
drab olive-green walls made his figure seem all the more vibrant and alive.
What would it be like to be dominated by a man like that?
Her fingers twitched just thinking about touching that muscled body. Her
private regions became warm and moist.
She moved away from the picture, tried to occupy her mind
with something else, but somehow her feet found their way back to it. She
looked up and frowned at the painting before her.
“He is a fine specimen, is he not?” A female voice said from
behind her.
Rowena turned her head. She looked the woman up and down and
recalled the woman dressed in black that she’d seen while outside. “Yes, I
suppose he is.”
“I am Minerva, curator of the museum.”
Rowena nodded. “I’ve never been here before. Truthfully I
didn’t know it existed.”
“People find us when the time is right for them.” Minerva
offered her hand.
Rowena frowned, but took Minerva’s hand. “I am Rowena
Milestone.”
Minerva looked her right in the eye, something most people
found difficult to do. She’d been told her gaze made people nervous. Minerva’s
gaze made her nervous. She felt like her insides were being turned inside out
and twisted about.
Minerva frowned. “I would never have guessed…as you wish,”
she whispered.
“Excuse me?” Rowena said.
“I’m sorry. I was thinking out loud. It is nice to make your
acquaintance, Rowena Milestone,” Minerva said. She released Rowena’s hand.
“Safe journey,” she said over her shoulder as she moved away.
Rowena looked at the woman’s retreating back. Nice dress,
she thought as she passed out.
Adult Excerpt:
Warning Adult Content
“Then maybe you’ll like this instead.” Stephen
stepped back from her. He tapped the tip of the crop to her ankle. “I like your
shoes, Rowena, fiery red, like your temper. I will learn and taste all the
fiery things about you before this encounter is over.”
She shuddered and
sucked in a breath.
“I think you like
being helpless and out of control.” He moved the crop up the inside of her
calf. “Spread your legs open wider, Rowena.” He tapped the crop to her calf
with authority.
She didn’t move.
He slapped her ass
again. “It’s so warm.” He leaned down behind her. “Yes, it is getting really
pink now.” He caressed the rosy patch. He kissed little pecks all over it. “Oh,
yes, I could do this all night.”
“Sadist,” she
accused him angrily.
“Not really, but I
could be if you’d like. The next man may be a sadist. He may enjoy hurting you.
Do you want me to treat you rough and hurt you? Is that why you’re here? Is
that how you get your kicks, Rowena?”
“No,” she whispered.
She sounded shocked.
“Then thank you for
being so disobedient, so I get to punish you. I truly do enjoy spanking you.”
“The next man? What
you mean the next man?” she demanded.
She sounded like she
really didn’t know. “There will be another after me, and then a third. They
will have their way with you just as I will. They may not be as understanding
about your defiance.”
“Understanding? This
is understanding? My ass is stinging. “
“I believe it is.”
He caressed her cheeks again as he looked into those lovely blue eyes straining
to see him over her shoulder. He placed the crop on the back of her calf. He
dragged the crop as he moved around her. “Spread your legs, Rowena,” he
commanded.
This time she followed
his order, but if her eyes were knives, he’d be flayed alive. Her lips
flattened into an angry thin line.
“Very good, Rowena,
you’re learning to curb your tongue. Let’s see if I can make you earn another
heated caress.”
He moved the crop up
her calf to the inside of her thigh. “It’s such a pity you don’t like my touch.
This soft skin is very tender.” He flicked the leather tip of the crop across
her inner thigh.
She screamed.
“Oh, thank you, Rowena.” He slapped
her ass again. He caressed it and moved behind her to kiss it. This time he
placed wet kisses all over her rounded buttock while flicking out his tongue
against the warmed skin. “You like that, don’t you?”
She shook her head
with such vehemence the chains above her rattled.
“I don’t believe you,
Rowena. Maybe you’d like this more.” He spread her cheeks and ran his tongue
over the exposed skin and over her anus.
She jumped. “Stop!”
she ordered.
He slapped her ass.
He put the crop at her ankle and moved it toward her thigh. “Would you like me
to use the crop here?” He quickly moved the crop to her crotch. “Would you like
the leather to lick your pussy, or would you prefer my tongue?”
“You would use that
thing there? You would whip me there?”
“I would not whip
you, Rowena. I would make the leather caress your cunt.” He pressed the crop
harder against her open pussy. “Look down, Rowena.”
She looked straight
ahead.
He slapped her ass. “Look
down,” he ordered.
Her head bent
forward.
“Do you see the
leather tip?”
She nodded.
“I will make it kiss
you there.” He moved his free hand around her waist and down. He spread his
fingers over her mons and through the small patch of neatly trimmed coarse
black hair. He moved his fingertips in a small circle, gently massaging.
She began to take
quick breaths.
“The thought of that
excites you, doesn’t it?”
“No, it’s your
touch.”
“Oh, so you do like
my touch.”
“Apparently.” She
panted, and her hips pressed into his fingers.
“Much better, now we
can begin to play.”
“Play?” The word
came out in the heated rush.
“Oh, yes. I like to
play.” He pressed into her from behind. He could feel his hard cock throbbing
through the leather. This woman excited him more than any woman had in a very
long time. Tonight he would be her second lover and maybe her third. The night
was young, he would see.
“Oh my,” she
whispered.
“How long have you
been doing this?” he whispered into her ear as he slipped his middle finger
between the lips of her cunt searching for her clit. He found the spot and
pressed ever so lightly.
She moaned.
“Do you want more?”
She nodded, yes.
“Then tell me, how
long?”
“I’ve never done
this.”
“Never?”
“Never.”
He didn’t know why,
but he believed her. “Good girl,” he whispered as he slowly massaged her clit.
She relaxed into him
and moaned. “That feels good,” she said.
“I think I like this
side of you,” he whispered and nipped her ear lobe.
She stiffened as she
realized she’d let down her guard.
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