New Book Release - Master by Catherine Taylor
Synopsis
It is 1995, four years after Ukraine has declared independence.
Lena Petrenko cares little about her country or her miserable life. As the daughter of a racketeer, she has seen enough violence and has shut the whole world out. She lives in her bedroom with her baby doll and immerses herself in fairy tales, creating her own happy endings.
When her father forces her to attend his cage fights, Lena finds herself caught up in the brutality when she is claimed as the winner's trophy. Her terrifying champion is nothing like the prince of her stories. He is every bit the beast and she is hardly a beauty.
Lena soon learns that there is more to this stranger than his hard exterior. He has a dark history and an agenda that somehow involves her, but behind all the muscle beats a tender heart. As she begins to face her own terrible past, she finds him to be an unlikely ally, evoking everything she has buried deep inside, including her passion.
As her feelings for him deepen, Lena finds herself contending once again with a violent world. Now her captor must become her saviour, at the risk of losing each other, or losing their lives.
Strictly Adults only. Contains graphic language and violence, explicit sexual scenes including BDSM elements and anal play,
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An excerpt from Master
He had almost brought himself to climax when he froze. The noise was barely audible but his hearing missed nothing. Angry and frustrated, he turned off the shower and reached for his towel, getting it around his waist just as Lena timidly entered the bathroom.
“What are the fuck are you doing, Lena?”
Any hope that his fury would scare her off was quickly dismissed. She remained unmoved and looked back at him intently. “I don’t want to be alone anymore.”
“And I want five minutes of peace. Now get back to bed.”
She shook her head and her voice was strained. “You said that you would deal with me… that you would punish me for disobeying you and now you’re not, and I don’t know what that means.”
“It means that I’m fucking tired, and don’t want to put up with your shit, but fine, if you want to be punished, then go wait for me, bent over the couch. I’ll be there with my belt in a minute and make sure you’re fully satiated.”
“Lena’s lip trembled. “Do you want me to remove my underwear?”
As much as he could see how afraid she was, he could also see her determination and need. She was ready to subject herself to anything he could dish out, and not out of any weakness, but out of the trust she had for him. His anger didn’t stand a chance against this and it was time to change tactics.
“Lena, please, go back to bed. You’ve had a terrible day and your emotions are confused. You need sleep and all this will be forgotten tomorrow.”
“Sometimes I wish I could forget, but I can’t. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. All I know is that you keep your word. That’s as stable as it’s ever been for me. Please don’t take that away from me.”
Her sincerity was slowly eating away at him. Jahn stared at her, still hoping that he could end this without tears and grief.
“Lena, you don’t know what kind of man I am. All you have seen is a side of me that knows how to care for another human being. That is the least side of who I am.”
“I’ve also seen the side that can kill a man,” she replied. “That must mean the rest of you is somewhere between, and that’s enough for me.”
Jahn shook his head. “I can’t give you what you want.”
“And what is that? A life of commitment, a happy ending like those in fairy tales?” Her sorrowful smile widened thoughtfully. “I already know that there are no happy endings, there are only moments. In the end, we all die. I have a lifetime of horrible memories that plague me. Is it so wrong to want ones that I can remember with happiness?”
“Inflicting punishment on you would not be a happy memory.”
She looked up at him. “It would be for you. Isn’t that what you enjoy?”
Jahn sighed and shook his head. “Somehow the thought of hurting you doesn’t bring me any satisfaction.”
Her face fell. “I thought… I’m sorry. I’ll go back to bed.”
Jahn frowned in confusion, but as she started to leave, it suddenly dawned on him how she had interpreted his words.
“Lena, wait. I didn’t mean…
She had given him the way out. If she thought that he was not attracted to her, even in his perverted sexual desires, all this would be over. Lena would shed a few tears and then they could co-exist without the complications. The plan would be back on track.
She was waiting silently, not looking at him. All he had to do was tell her that he didn’t want her, even if it was a lie, but as he looked at her, so small and vulnerable, the plan didn’t seem so important.
“Take off your dress.”
His quiet demand made Lena tremble, but her fingers gathered each side and the dress was drawn from her body, leaving her in just her underwear.
“Everything. Take it off.”
Without hesitation, she removed her bra and panties, and instinctively she crossed her arms over her breasts.
The severity entered his tone. “Don’t cover yourself.”
Her arms fell away and his eyes moved over her body, studying the large breasts pert with youth, the fullness of her hips and rounded belly. What he wasn’t expecting to see was the plump naked mound at the apex of her thighs, with a few stray hairs still present. He nearly laughed until the significance of what she had done dawned on him. She had shaved to please him, to give him what he desired. It was a gift that both disturbed and excited him.
Taking her hand, he pulled her towards him and looked down at her. She was like a frightened animal, shivering and uncertain. He had never seen anything more beautiful and the adrenaline pumped through his veins.
Turning away, he adjusted the taps of the shower until the water was running warm, before guiding her under it, with her facing the wall. Grasping her wrists, he brought her arms up high and wide, placing her palms on the tiles.
The warm water eased her shivering, but her legs were shaking. Lena gasped as strong arms went around her and his body pressed against her. The towel was gone and she could feel his cock brushing against her lower back. His foot pushed at her feet, widening her stance, and making her aware of how much her vagina was exposed to him. Her hips were grasped and her body pulled back, so that her bottom was thrust out.
His mouth moved closed to her ear. “You don’t move. You don’t turn around. You face the wall and obey me. Is that understood?”
“Yes.”
He moved away from her, and for a moment that seemed to last forever, there was only the sound of the water flowing over her body, trickling between her buttocks and tormenting her clit. Any second she expected to feel his hand between her legs, and she braced for the sensation it would bring.
Instead it was her buttocks that received the first attention. Lena gasped and her eyes widened as she quickly realized what he was doing. Jahn was crouched behind her and his palms were splayed across her cheeks, gently spreading them apart. His close proximity was easily judged by his breath on her most intimate parts.
Her legs shook harder as she was subjected to his examination. She could almost feel his eyes boring into her. Slowly, he allowed her cheeks to fall back in place, but his hands remained where they were, softly caressing and squeezing as if testing their firmness.
With her mind clouding over, she was barely aware that he had stood up again, until his lips brushed against the base of her neck and over her shoulder. Any doubt of his attraction to her was put to rest as she felt his unyielding cock push into her spine. His hands were gliding up her sides until they were cupping her breasts. Her nipples were captured between his thumb and forefinger, where he pinched and tugged at them, encouraging them to swell.
In all her life, Lena had never felt her body react so violently. Her stomach was tightening with the contractions in her vagina. Her veins seemed to be electrified and her heart was hammering at her chest. She felt weak, with her legs threatening to give way at any moment.
His harsh whisper resonated in her ear. “Why do you give me so much grief, Lena? Why do you make me want to punish you?”
As if to reinforce his words, his fingers crushed her nipples, making her cry out. His body was pushing in closer to her and Lena was aware that his breathing was faster. Absently, she moved a hand down to his, hoping her touch would distract him. Instead her hand was seized in his and brought back up to the other. Grasping both wrists, he held her still.
“You’re disobeying me, again.”
Keeping her pinned, he moved away to her side, only to bring his hand slamming into her buttock. A second later, her other cheek received the same. Lena yelled with the pain and was startled to hear his huffed laugh of amusement. Fear began to edge into her arousal.
For a moment he rubbed and squeezed her bottom gently, but then rapidly delivered three violent smacks to each cheek. Her whimpers soon turned into sobbing as the burning pain swelled in her bottom. She struggled to free herself from him only to be pushed back against the wall.
“This is what happens to naughty girls.” His voice was harsh as he moved back behind her, seizing her breasts and pulling her back against him. She had little choice but to grip his iron knuckles as he crushed her against the tiles, under his weight. His legs were on the outside of hers, pushing them back together to complete her entrapment. Releasing one breast, his hand moved down and he forced his cock to rub against her sore buttocks, pushing and trying to divide her clenched cheeks.
“Please don’t,” Lena sobbed.
“This is what you wanted.” He continued to rub and push. “To be punished and hurt.”
“Not like this. I don’t want this.” She was crying loudly. “Don’t hurt me. Please, don’t hurt me.”
Whether it was her desperate plea, or the water suddenly turning icy cold, Jahn suddenly released her and backed away. Lena remained against the wall, her body shaking with misery.
“I’m sorry,” she gasped. “I’m so sorry.”
He turned the water off and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around her. Rubbing her shoulder, he waited until she had calmed before gently turning her to face him.
“Go back to the apartment and get another towel and get yourself dried.”
She couldn’t look at him. “What about you?”
He sighed. “I need to cool off anyway. Just do as I’ve said, and then go back to bed.”
“Forgive me,” she whispered.
Jahn sighed deeply. “You’re not the one who needs to be forgiven.” He softly pushed her towards the curtain. “Go.”
He watched her until she had entered the apartment, and then he leant back against the wall, feeling his wet skin cool and prickle in the cold air. Turning on the cold water, he stood under the flow, trying to distinguish the heat that still ran through him.
What the fuck was wrong with him? Lena wasn’t the first woman he had lusted over, but it was more than that. He wanted her beyond a point where he was no longer in control. He had been fully prepared to rape her, and it sickened him. Maybe, finally, the years of sex and violence had taken their toll and unleashed the real animal in him.
If losing control wasn’t bad enough, his mind was chaotic with emotions that he had never had to contend with, shame and remorse.
“Fuck you, Natasha,” he called out. “This bastard does not fall in love.”
Whatever had gone wrong there would have to be damage control, or Lena would be an emotional wreck of his own making. He would have to reassure her that she had done nothing wrong, maybe even cuddle her if she still wanted to go near him. A little compassion, a little romance and all this could be put behind them. Anything else she read into it would not be his problem.
Lena did excite him, her and that beautiful arse that coloured so well, but no woman would ever take precedence in his life. He needed to be back in control, and even to examine these revelations of his nature. He didn’t need to hurt her physically to do that. The ultimate test of cruelty would be allowing her to fall in love with him.
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Author Bio
Catherine Taylor
Catherine Taylor is an erotic romance author living in the South Island of New Zealand. The Finest Line is her debut self published novel and her first venture into erotica, but writing has been a passion for over forty years. In that time she has written plays for the theater and screenplays for short films, which she has gone on to produce and direct.
Her education has come from years of theater, film and acting and she holds a Diploma in Acting and a Bachelor of Applied Media Arts. For the last four years she has been working on the screenplay for a feature length romantic comedy entitled Ten Days. Her dream is to have it produced.
When she is not writing, she is a wife of 28 years, a mother of four and a grandmother. Her other passions include genealogy and acting, and she has appeared in two feature films and worked on film sets alongside such greats as Anthony Hopkins.
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