EXTRACT FOR
The Auction Block
(Helen Havens)

"Let me introduce myself," Erica drawled. "I am Lady Erica Calhoun. You will always refer to me as 'My Lady'. I bought you for a princely sum, because I need a husband, someone to sire my heirs, and to warm my loins." His eyes clearly bugging out of their sockets, Aaron stared at her. "I've had enough of these society snobs. I want a man who will know his place, a man who will acknowledge to me as mistress, in other words, a servant."

Defiantly Aaron shook his head. "Yes, Aaron. This is happening. I'll fuck you until I'm pregnant, and our children will possess my family's crest bear my family's name. They will have a father who will protect them."

Aaron shivered as a tear ran down his face.

"But, you don't love me." he whispered. Erica laughed, a short giggle more than a laugh.

"There is no place for love in a marriage." she sneered. "We will begin our life with more than most married couples begin with, an understanding of who's the boss."

Reaching out and wrapping a long fingered hand around Aaron's muscled upper arm, Erica pulled him to her. Fearfully, he tried to pull away, but inevitably had found his head lying on her lap.

Firmly Erica then lifted his head up and cradled his face in her hands, long fingers spearing through his luscious locks. Bringing his face to hers, her lips gently pressing to his. Enthralled at the barely leashed power of her hands, Aaron closed his eyes, and parted his lips, allowing her tongue to probe tenderly within.

Sliding her other hand up to his torso, she held him steadily. Her gentleness was his undoing, Aaron could have resisted. Tentatively he slid his arms around her neck, holding her to him. Gently, he took over and lowered her to the bed, their mouths never losing contact, and Aaron trembled anxiously. Soothing him with gentle touches, she gently caressed his chiseled abs, then ran her palm up to cup the firm weight of his broad masculine chest. Aaron groaned in pleasure, pressing his chest into her hand.

Pleased with his responses, she firmly pinched his hardened nipple, the pressure of her fingers pulling him deeper into her sticky web of desire. Aaron felt as if he were in daze, floating. His only rock in the storm, his only stability was Lady Erica, so he clung to her, offering himself up to her. Pulling his mouth from hers, Erica kissed a wet trail from his lips to the tips of his broad masculine chest. Aaron groaned out, a small mewling sound, when she suckled his nipple into moist cavern of her mouth. Pushing his hands through her hair, Aaron desperately held her mouth to his chest and gasped for breath, his pelvis moving restlessly over her. One hard thigh slipped around his legs, then the other, and he pressed himself against the warmth of her moistened mound, desperately needing the pressure, anything to help ease what she had started.

Turning her head on his pillow, Aaron gasped for air, growing more desperate by the second. Then, suddenly, Erica pulled back from him, and he cried out, eyes flying open.