Recipe for heat. Take one human –
Capricious Gray – and mix with one Fate – Thall. Add in a dash of jealousy,
anger, passion and lust.
My bustier had
wrapped itself around me, forcing my nipples to burst from the peek-a-boo
holes. The bottle of warming lubricant landed beside me, top popped off. And
amazed that I wasn't the least bit shocked, alarmed or confused, I watched as
my glass dildo floated above me.
"Play with
your nipples. Show me what you do to make them firm."
"Excuse
me?" My eyebrows rose up to my hairline. "You want me to play with
myself? In front of you?"
"Yes."
One simple, yet
mortifying, word.
"I'm not a
porn star."
"Just touch
yourself. I will not judge you."
I rippled my
fingers across my nipple, which traitorously responded. So did my lower parts.
They tingled. The bustier was much tighter than I would have hooked it. My
breasts were forced into a way-out-there position. My body liked the
restraint. I tickled myself again. My nipple grew firm. Playing with both, I
squeezed and pulled until they stood erect and pinky-proud.
"They're
beautiful. Continue," the voice urged.
To the flesh on my
breast, my fingers were like ice cubes. My areolas contracted. My nipples
stiffened. My next touch changed to sandpaper—rough and scratchy. Tingles
shivered through my body. Hot, cold, rough, soft—each new sensation was a
surprise.
Sweat trickled
down my neck. Pressure built deep inside. My hand turned palm up, and the
vibrating nipple clamp fell into it.
I took a moment to
figure out what to do. Thall didn't think to include the instructions, and I
hadn't had a chance to read them yet.
My bad.
Unclasping it, I encased
my nipple then hit the tiny switch. A squeal escaped me as a tiny electric
pulse shot through my aroused dusky tip. The other clamp floated in front of
me. I secured it onto my left nipple and held my breath.
Snap. Snap.
A surge of lust
rushed through my body then centred in my crotch.
Snap.
Snap. Snap.
The electric
pulses were titillating—pun intended—and random, and I found myself waiting
for the next. They didn't fire together. Nor did they go off in even patterns.
I lay back wallowing in the random sensations they delighted in me. I wanted
this to last for hours. A small thought nudged me. How long do tiny cell batteries last?
The arousal gel
poured itself over my upper thighs as strong fingertips raked the insides,
forcing my legs apart.
Arousing was so
the wrong term for the lubricant. Fire would be a more apt description. I've
been cooler after a tough hour of hot yoga class.
Sweat rolled in
streams from me, yet all I did was rest on silk pillows having my nipples
erotically zapped. I pulled my knees up and let them fall. I was fully exposed
and horny as hell. I wanted to be fucked. Needed to be fucked.
The bottle of
warming gel flipped pouring liquid heat down my crotch. My glass penis hung,
head down, aimed between my legs.
"Do you want
it?"
I groaned.
"Do you want
it inside you—mercilessly driving you to a screaming orgasm?"
Do the Fates understand the term—duh!
A hand separated
my vulva and began long glides up the insides of my labia. I sighed and sunk
to the edge of bliss.
Snap.
Snap. Snap.
Damn! Forgot about
the nipple clamps.
The long fondles
turned to tiny flicks tickling my labia and inner thighs.
I squirmed and
wiggled. Fire danced over my body. "Touch me!"
"Where?"
His voice brushed past my ear.
"My
clit."
Every sensation
stopped. I think my heart did too. I didn't breathe.
Time-stopping,
scorching strokes on the smallest part of my body. My fingers dug into the
pillows as I experienced the most mind-fucking sensation ever and released an
intense scream of joy.
"Ohhhh!"
"Again?"
His voice was soft and tinted with humour.
"Yes!"
It was more of a snarl than a polite response.
I waited. The
nipple clamp zapped me. I squealed. His petting dragged across my clitoris
with molasses speed. My heart raced, my breaths were shallow pants as I arched
my hips up and spread my legs as wide as I could. "Touch me again.
Please."
Total bitch in heat and I didn't give a damn.
Blurb:
What's a woman
to do when a voice follows her home and makes mad, passionate love to her?
Daryl
Devoré’s latest is a quirky paranormal urban fantasy – Love My Fate.
Corporate
businesswoman, Capricious Gray, is dragged to a sex toy convention by her best
friend. After a mysterious disembodied voice helps her with her purchases, it follows her home. Passion ensues,
leaving Capri torn between lust for her fantasy lover and the desperate need
for reality in her life.
Thall,
son of one of the Fates, harbours the irrepressible need to be with the woman
he's desired from afar for years. In order to make her his, once and for all,
he must help Capri get past her fears, including the fear of what he
represents - a fantasy.
Can fantasy
become a reality for these two lovers?
Note: This book was previously published by New
Dawning Bookfair under the title Capri’s
Fate. The edition has a new title, new cover and has restored previously
deleted scenes.
About the Author:
Two writers in one. Daryl
Devoré writes hot romances with sexy heroes and strong heroines. Victoria Adams is Daryl's alter ego
when she's inspired to write sweet romances with little to no heat.
Daryl (@daryldevore)
lives in an old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, two black cats
- Licorice and Ginny-Furr Purrkins - and some house ghosts. Her daughter is
grown and has flown the nest. Daryl loves to take long walks on her quiet
country road or snowshoe across the back acres, and in the summer, kayak along
the St. Lawrence River. She has touched a moon rock, a mammoth, and a
meteorite. She’s been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flown high over
Niagara Falls in a helicopter, and used the ladies room in a royal palace. Life’s
an adventure and Daryl’s having fun living it.
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