Meet BJ Wane

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Coming August 7th, the next seductive story in the new Masters of the Castle box set: Witness Protection Program.

Controlling Carlie by BJ Wane

The only way to keep her safe is to bend her to his control…

Nothing could’ve surprised Luke more than seeing the girl he’d sworn to protect at the Castle, perched on another Dom’s lap. Anger and jealousy urged him to intervene when Carlie’s stubbornness forced him to take her on as his sub for the weekend to honor his promise to her brother to keep her safe. It takes a possible threat followed by a misunderstanding to get Luke to see what’s been right before his eyes all along.

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Short excerpt:

“When you took the tour of the Castle, didn’t you see any scenes taking place, heed what your Dom might want to put you through? Think you’d enjoy being tethered naked to a St. Andrew’s Cross, tormented with a flogger or cane while others looked on? How about the Sybian? Did you happen to view a sub riding the vibrating dildo attached to that apparatus, maybe while her Master delivered stinging swats on her nipples?”

Carlie’s face paled, then reddened as he spoke, but Luke couldn’t tell if he’d worried her or tweaked her interest even more. “I saw a few scenes, and I’m still here. I’ve researched this stuff, Luke, and I’ve wanted to check this place out for a long time. What’s the big deal? You’ve been a member for years, and I know Evan visited several times.”

“That’s different,” he growled, his frustration with her stubbornness increasing. His mind urged him to act fast before his body overrode his good intentions. Maybe, instead of outlining what she would be subjected to, he should give her an example of what she was in for, what she’d be expected to submit to, if she stayed. Of course, there was the risk whatever he did would work against him, add to his craving to have her beneath him, to feel all that softness cradling his hard body as he pinned her down with the pummeling thrusts of his cock. But what choice did he have? He had to get her to leave, to keep her safe from both Carmen and himself.

“Not even if I do this?” With his eyes on hers, he reached up and lowered the right side of the elastic scooped peasant blouse to just underneath her plump breast. Cupping the soft, underside fullness, he let his gaze wander down while strumming his thumb over the turgid nipple, watching as it puckered even tighter. His mouth went dry with the urge to nip at that tender tip, to work it with his teeth and lips until it went from pale pink to berry red.

To Luke’s surprise, Carlie leaned into his hand, her voice breathless with her answer. “N… no, not even if you do that.” Her eyes shifted behind him and she blushed when she saw how many people were watching them, but that stubborn streak remained firmly in place.

“Then how about if I do this?” Lowering the other side of her blouse, he bared both fleshy mounds, leaving the sleeves right above her elbows, trapping her arms at her sides. Filling his hands with her creamy softness, he kneaded the abundant flesh before grasping both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and twisting. Her eyes widened, and she bit her lower lip, but didn’t back down. “Christ, but you’re stubborn.”

Desperate now, he tugged on her hand, yanking her over to a short bench. Taking a seat, he startled her by drawing her over his lap. “What if I do this?” He pushed on her shoulders until her torso dangled down with precarious balance, her dark brown hair falling to obscure her face.

Carlie shook her head, but otherwise remained quiet as he palmed her trembling thigh under the black skirt, the flesh just as soft there as her breast. This is a fucking mistake. That rebuke didn’t stop him from raising the skirt and laying his hand over one, panty-covered round cheek. Imagining what Carlie looked like—felt like—had been hard enough to fight against the past few years. Seeing her pretty nipples, the full roundness of her breasts now hanging down like ripe melons against his leg and feeling the plump mounds of her buttocks clenching under his hand could prove too much, even for someone who prided himself on his control.

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About BJ Wane:

I live in the Midwest with my husband and our standard poodle mix.  I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, reading and working puzzles.  We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I now 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.

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