Forbidden Fruit

Forbidden Fruit
Ecstasy ShortsBook 1
A Mackenzie McKade Novel
Genre: Futuristic BDSM
Release Date: March 29, 2012

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Nicole Nielsen never dreamt that her erotic catering company, Sweet Dreams, would be selected to host a fantasy party on the famous pleasure planet, Zygoman. Much less, that she would find herself strapped to a table as the dessert course for seven sexy men.

Royal Marine, Drake Andrews, has only one night to convince his long lost love, Niki, to forgive his lengthy absence from her life. It won’t be easy. And he’s afraid the only way is to have her bound and helpless to his desires.

Licorice ropes may not be enough to contain the desire and wrath of this woman scorned…

Note: Although set in the same universe as ECSTASY: THE GAME, FORBIDDEN FRUIT can be read as a stand-alone story.

Excerpt

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“First, that attitude has got to go. Damn it, woman. I’ll be damned if I spend this night feeling guilty over something I couldn’t help. Niki, I need to tell you—”

“Guilty!” she huffed. “You don’t owe me an explanation. In fact, it doesn’t matter, Drake. That’s all in the past. We’re both different people. It doesn’t matter,” she repeated as if trying to convince herself. “Let’s just get on with the evening and be done with it.”

“I’m serious, Niki. We’ve got to talk.”

Her jaw clenched. “There is nothing to talk about.”

“Fine.” One way or another he’d force her to listen.

“We’re going to play a little bondage and domination.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “From this point on you will refer to me as Master.”

“What?” Her eyes widened, her lips clamped tightly together. She was magnificent when she was angry.

“You will not speak unless granted permission,” he continued. “You will stand with your feet apart, your head bowed and your hands behind your back.”

He raised both brows and waited for her to comply. It took longer than was acceptable, but he felt lenient…for the moment. “If I say drop to your knees and take my cock in your mouth, you’ll not hesitate.” Her mouth gaped wide. “You will not question me. It is your job to pleasure me. If you do not obey, or you hesitate too long in complying, you will be punished.”

As her jaw dropped farther, he said, “My word is law.”

The pink in her face shot to scarlet in point two seconds. Still, she remained quiet. A good sign… Or perhaps not.

They’d always had their share of arguments. Both of them were hardheaded—proven by how long it took for them to reveal their feelings about each other. Now it was nothing but a huge FUBAR—fucked up beyond all recognition. She wanted nothing to do with him, and he wasn’t leaving until things were resolved between them. But he had to work fast, before he shipped off—in three short days—to complete his tour of duty.

Somehow he would win her over. Show her that she could trust him, and perhaps even love him again.

“Come here,” he growled.

Her chest rose as she took a deep breath and a step towards him, then another. When she was standing before him, he reached up and cupped her chin. “Smile, Niki. I want to believe that spending the night with me is the best thing that’s ever happened to you.”

A shadow crept across her face. She forced a smile that didn’t quite make it to her eyes. “Yes, Master.” The words were correct, but her tone edged on the derogatory.

“Kiss me,” he demanded.

She went up on her tiptoes and planted a quick kiss on his cheek.

“Kiss me like you mean it.”

She swallowed hard and crushed her mouth against his. There was anger in the way her tongue dueled with his, and in the strength she used to meld their lips together.

He gathered her into his arms, breaking the kiss and starting anew. Gently, he nibbled on her bottom lip. Her eyes were closed. She took deep breaths, releasing them slowly. When she finally opened her eyes he met a shield of indifference, a detachment from him and the situation at hand.

“Fine,” he barked. “To your knees.” He ripped open his pants and his erection sprang free.

Niki’s glared at his cock as she drifted to her knees. He bobbed a mere inch from her mouth. Slowly her gaze traveled up his body until the fire in her eyes met his.

“If you don’t want to kiss my mouth, then wrapped your lips around this.” Drake cupped the back of her head and guided her towards his cock. He was a little hesitant—a pissed off woman’s mouth was probably the last place a man wanted to stick his Johnson.

A shiver racked his body as her wet, warm mouth closed around him. She was tentative at first. Then she surprised him by gripping his erection, moving her hand up and down to the rhythm of her suction. She cupped his sac in her other hand and gently kneaded. He clenched his teeth, sucking in a tense breath. Her expertise was unnerving. He hadn’t taught her this, someone else had. The knowledge hurt, but what had he expected?

For her to stay celibate as he had these past five years.

He trembled beneath her touch. “Stop!” God, give me strength. Though his body screamed “No!”, he stepped backward pulling out of her warmth.

She blinked as if dazed and started to rise.

“I didn’t give you permission to stand.” He needed a moment to gather his resolve, to ease back from the climax, and the betrayal he felt when he thought of her in someone else’s arms.

She stopped midway and sank back to her knees, her head bowed.

Drake’s fingers curled into fists. He wanted to conquer her indifference, wanted her to listen to him.

“Come.” He offered her his hand. She accepted his help in rising. “Follow me.”

The suite had many amenities, but it wasn’t where he intended to stay the night. Before he’d made the party arrangements, he’d visited Zygoman to ensure everything would be as he had requested. The adjoining room was the fantasy room.

The room had sky blue walls, ceiling and floor, no furniture and no windows. Even the door they came through blended into the blue walls.

Drake led the way. “Across the room is a door.”

“I don’t see a—”

He placed a finger to her lips. “You are not to speak without permission, Niki, until you choose to listen to me. You will be punished for disobeying my rules. And remember, you must refer to me as Master.”

She flashed him her best “fuck you” glare. Followed by an “in-your-dreams-buddy” stance—her backbone erect, her shoulders squared, her chin elevated slightly.

He was glad to see her spirit had returned.

“There is a door. As you approach, the heat of your body will reveal it. Inside is a dressing room with three numbered white boxes. Tonight you will take part in my fantasy and make my dreams a reality. Now get dressed.”