Reviewers describe BJ Wane’s latest book as sexy, hot, and emotional. Master Me, Please is book two in the Miami Masters series. I can't wait to read it!
Will his desire for her override his conscience?
Krista Matthews thought nothing could be harder than losing her husband and Master to suicide until the man he’d entrusted her care to left her also. By the time Dr. Dax Hayes returned from an overseas, volunteer medical tour, she thought she was over his deflection and ready to re-immerse herself in the BDSM world she needed and missed so much without his help. One scene proved how wrong she was and after Master Dax’s timely rescue, she agrees to let him tutor her back into the lifestyle. She hadn’t counted on her growing feelings for the strict Dom or his refusal to take her over completely, like she craved.
Dr. Dax Hayes fell for Krista Matthews the minute he looked into her blue eyes and saw the sated, content look she shared with her husband, Dr. Kurt Matthews. He managed to keep his feelings and lust under control until his friend and colleague asked him to join him in gifting Krista with a menage for her birthday. Knowing it was a mistake, but unable to resist, Dax succumbs to the temptation of this one-time scene, never realizing where it would lead. A year later, after sealing his fate with a questionable act, he flees on a guilt trip only to return and discover nothing had changed-he still wanted Krista Matthews with an ache that wouldn’t be assuaged by anyone else.
Unable to resist stepping in when she gets herself in trouble, Dax again gives in to temptation and aids the one woman he can never have back into the lifestyle her submissive nature needed. When Krista learns the truth, will her feelings be strong enough to forgive him, or did he gamble everything only to lose it all in the end?
Disclaimer: Master Me, Please is intended for adults only. It contains elements of power exchange, BDSM, including explicit sexual scenes and anal play. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.
A light mist began to fall that neither of them heeded as Dax belabored her butt with a volley of hard swats, the blossoming, throbbing welcome pain stripping Krista of all defenses. She didn’t want the need that flared to life with the fire in his vivid gaze, and turning her back on it, and him hadn’t gotten her far. All it had taken was the light pressure of his hand on her throat and his deep voice giving her a choice that was really no choice at all. She was beginning to think she hadn’t had a choice where Master Dax was concerned since the night Kurt invited him into their home. The connection had always been there, those erotic hours just cemented it. That night hadn’t threatened her marriage or altered her feelings for her husband, but had ignited an ember that flared into a flame the night he rescued her at The Dungeon and put his hands on her again.
Her buttocks swelled under his pelting hand, the cool, light rain keeping the heat level down, but not her response. She leaned into the hand wrapped around her throat, loved the tight constraint that proved his mastery over her and reminded her how much she’d missed wearing a collar.
“You drove me to this,” he growled in her ear, pressing his erection against her throbbing cheeks. “I can’t turn back, can’t resist you again, even though I know I should.”
He palmed one sore buttock and nipped her earlobe as she asked, “Why?” not understanding.
“Because this can’t end well for either of us. Just remember I warned you of that, because there’s no going back now,” he rasped.
The deep thrust of three fingers drove Krista to her toes and tore a gasp from her tight throat. And then his cock was there, pushing past her swollen pussy lips, her copious juices easing his way. A booming thunder clap rent the still night as he filled her with one, fully penetrating surge. She pushed against the damp glass to aid her balance, watching his intent face in the clear pane as he drove into her over and over.
So long, it’s been so long, was all she could think as she embraced his rough possession and basked in the pleasure on his face reflected in the glass. That look alone would’ve been enough for her, but added to the driving, steady force of his thick, rigid length, back and forth over her clit and up and down her sheath, she found herself on the cusp of climax within moments. She’d be sore tomorrow, his size alone ensured that. When added to the rough urgency behind his fucking, she’d be lucky if she could walk. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.
BJ Wane in her own words:
I live in the Midwest with my husband and our two dogs. I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs, and kids, reading and working puzzles. We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I much prefer being homebody. I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking. My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic spanking romance with a touch of suspense. My favorite genre to read is suspense.