The Gift

It was only a joke. Cara Phillips didn't expect her editor to really send her a submissive to live out every fantasy she's put on paper if she won the coveted Xotica Award. A week after winning, Michael Cameron shows up in her hometown, offering himself as her boy toy for a year. But the suicide of her first love reminds Cara to play hard and keep her heart at a distance.

It was only a year. He proofreads her books and dreams of her doing the things she writes about to his body. So when his boss offers him the chance to be Cara's plaything for a whole year, he packs his bags for her hometown. But something about her makes him want to try something new -- dominate a woman. When their fantasies meet with reality, will 365 days of fun lead to heartbreak? Can Michael convince her that the end of his contract doesn't mean an end to their relationship?


Excerpt

"Undress for me."

Cara lay at the foot of the bed, head cradled in arm, waiting. He stood and stretched the t-shirt over his torso and head. Sweat shimmered on the planes of his chest in the low light of the room; she could almost smell his anxiety. An exquisite tattoo in black banded each arm, but she could see no other marks on his skin in the mirror behind him.

His hands went to his belt. The black leather slid out in one easy movement before falling to the carpet. Unsnapped and unzipped, the jeans eased down to reveal that he wore no underwear. His cock sprang free, and he smiled at the admiration in her expression. Cara slid to the floor and grasped his wrists.

"No underwear, eh? I like that. Let's make it a rule." She gave him a playful tap at the base of his erection, hoping to make his body hum with sweet agony. His cock was thick and proud, and she tried to circle the base of it with one hand but failed. A plump, violet head that begged to be tasted bobbed mere centimeters from her mouth. He was magnificent.

With the bottom of the zipper still nestled around his balls, his cock pulsed and released a small bead of pre-cum. Her eyes stayed locked on his as she brought her tongue right below the pearl of moisture to massage the underside of his crown. He shifted forward in a lame attempt to put more of himself into her mouth.

He gasped and arched his back as she pulled down on his wrists with all her weight. Her tongue probed the tiny mouth of his cock, dipping in and out of the opening before coiling around his entire head. Without warning, she took the whole of him into her warm mouth and folded his arms behind him. His hands gripped opposite elbows, and he spread his legs slightly for balance as Cara buried her face in the hair surrounding the base of his cock.

Michael smelled so damn good, so male. His earthy scent made the mouth of her sex contract, making her aware of how damp her panties had become. A small moan of regret escaped from his throat when she released his cock. She tugged his jeans down, and as he stood before her completely unclothed, it made her want to cry out for the beauty of him. She could worship his body all day -- just put him in the center of an empty room and watch sun and shadows move across him while the hours passed. Illuminating this part and highlighting that one. Eva had excellent taste.

Cara then stood and traced the landscape of his body with her fingertips. Dark curls covered his chest and trailed down to the treasure below. The view from behind was just as delicious -- a perfect tight ass and strong back. She circled behind him and drew one polished nail from his nape to the top of his ass. As she brought the nail back up, Cara added pressure to the motion. He responded by spreading his legs further and bending forward.

His reward was her voice. "So good, Michael. So perfect." She cupped his balls from behind and massaged them firmly but with care. He writhed, stumbling forward, and caught himself with his hands on the edge of the bed. Michael chastised himself with a quiet curse for losing his balance. She chuckled, placing light kisses on his back while she continued to explore his flesh.

He remained open to her, and she began to sweep up and down the crease of his ass with feathery strokes. Her mind buzzed with possibilities as she reached for the belt discarded earlier. Threading the end of it through the buckle, she made a small loop and encircled his sac. She stretched his balls toward her with a gentle tug and dropped to her knees. Capturing one ball with her mouth, she suckled it before gently before bringing the other inside her lips. The black leather then went slack, relinquishing its hold on his balls as her lips did the same. She then slid the belt onto his bulging cock. Once the middle of him was secure, she pulled back to rein in his prick's upward thrust, and he groaned as the firm tug fought against where his erection wanted to point. She held the belt steady as she spun to face him from below.

Cara made her way to the edge of the bed and climbed onto it. She pulled the crotch of her panties to the side then brought him to her, using the belt like a leash. The hand holding the belt forced the slick tip of his cock to rub the length of her clit with precision. A few strokes was all it took; she moaned and bit her bottom lip as her pussy shuddered and threaded her body with pleasure. Fresh juice drenched her inside, and the walls of her sex trembled with wave after wave of her release.

She kissed him and began licking her way down to his waiting cock. After removing the belt, she rewarded his patience with a swirl of the tongue before taking the whole of him into her mouth. He gripped her hair and filled the room with a roar as the spasms ripped through him and slammed the back of her throat with his cum.

Cara smiled at him through heavy eyelids. "Let's get some sleep." She pulled him into the bed and folded into his embrace