Author: J.A. Huss
Series: Turning #2
Publisher: Science Future Press
Release Date: April 12, 2017
Genre: Dark Romance, Erotic Romance, Romantic Suspense
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I lived in the dark for three years.
My whole world revolved around the whims and happiness of three men. It was just a trip into the forbidden. A way out of a bad situation and forward into nothingness.
Quin, with his easy smile and charming good looks. He was always there for me… Until he wasn’t.
Smith, and his dispassionate attention. He was never there for me and he never regretted it.
Bric, the one who listened, but only to himself. Self-absorbed, self-obsessed, and self-serving. He was never the one I wanted. And now he might be the only one I have left.
It was good while it lasted, I guess. But it could’ve been so much more. It could’ve been so much better.
And that’s why I’m turning back.
Title: Turning Back
Series: Turning #2
Genre: Dark Erotic Romantic Suspense
Photography: Sara Eirew
Cover Design: JA Huss
Cover Models: Simon Chev, Marilou Genest & Alex Boivin
Author: JA Huss
Release Date: April 12, 2017
Quin takes off his tie and throws it on the floor, his fingers already unbuttoning his shirt. He and Rochelle stare at each other for a second, but then she unties the belt of her robe and lets it slide over her shoulders.
Her body is so fucking hot. She’s all curvy now from having the baby. And her tits are huge. Her nipples large and round. So different than they were before.
I walk up behind her and start playing with them, studying Quin’s face as he watches us. He walks forward, taking his shirt off and dropping it on a chair as he passes. His hands cover mine and we play with her tits together.
“See,” he says, leaning down to whisper in her mouth. “All better now. Last night is over. Let it go, Rochelle. Just be here with us and let it go.”
“I want to,” she says. “But I need you to know—”
“Shhh,” Quin says, silencing her lips with a kiss. “No talking. You need to behave or I’ll have Bric bend you over and spank your pussy.”
His threat to her excites me. I’ve never played too hard with her. Never did much more than introductory bondage. But I’m totally up for making changes. “Feel free to mouth off, Rochelle.”
She laughs and reaches up, slipping her hand around the back of my neck to draw me closer. Her head tilts and I start kissing her neck. Quin’s hands are still on mine, both of us vying for the privilege of playing with her tits. Quin continues kissing her lips, but he slips his hands from under mine and reaches for my suit coat, pulling it down my shoulders. I let it slip to the floor and back off one step so I can loosen my tie.
Quin grins at me, even as he kisses Rochelle.
This part, at least, feels very familiar.
“Tie her up,” Quin says.
I squint my eyes at him for a second.
“Tier her up,” he repeats. “I want her tied to that bar.” He nods his head up towards the ceiling at the metal pipe bars I have hanging in various places over the bed, indicating the one that runs lengthwise from the foot of the bed to the head. “You have rope here?”
“Well,” I say, looking around. “Sure.”
“Tell him what you want, Rochelle,” Quin says. He’s grasping her face between his thumb and fingers, holding her tight as he makes her look in my direction. “Tell him.”
I think I’m a little startled at this new development. “Rochelle?”
She looks at Quin, then me… and nods. “OK.”
“You know what he’s doing?” I ask her.
“What am I doing?” Quin coos in her ear as he resumes playing with her tits.
“Punishing me,” she says.
He chuckles. And then he gets dead serious and says, “Fuck, yes, I’m punishing you. But it’s your choice, Rochelle. So if you’re not into it, just say so.”
“And don’t blame you tomorrow if it all goes to shit?” she asks.
I have to hand it to her for not cowering.
“If you think multiple orgasms is ‘going to shit,’ well. So be it.” Quin waits for her answer. He wants to hurt her right now. And he’s going to use me to do it because he’s not into the punishment stuff—and I am.
I let go of Rochelle and walk over to one of the bedside tables. Inside is a coil of soft rope, some lube, a blindfold, handcuffs, and a few other essentials.
I get the rope, slip the lube in my pocket, and close the drawer, uncoiling the rope as I walk back over to them. “How do you want her?” I ask.
“Hanging. Heels high.”
“Jesus, Quin,” I say.
He shrugs at me. “She can say no.” He turns to look at Rochelle. “Do you wanna say no?”
“I’ll let you know when to stop,” she says. Defiance is written all over her face. He’s challenging her to tell him no. She’s challenging him to keep going.
Quin grins. “Good. Then let’s begin.”
Well, this is about to get interesting.
Stepping closer to Rochelle, I grab the two ends of the rope together, then slide it through my fingertips until I find the center point. “Have I ever tied you this way?”
“Once or twice,” Rochelle says. She looks at Quin. “But never to a bar above my head. And never on tiptoes.”
Quin just smiles.
“Make a fist and put your wrists together,” I say. She obeys and I begin looping the rope, tying it off with a square knot. I hand the other end to Quin’s outstretched hand. He reaches up to the bar positioned over the end of the bed, loops the rope around it, pulls—so Rochelle has to go up on her toes—and then ties it tightly to the metal pipe.
Rochelle lets out a small squeal and when I check her, there’s fear in her eyes.
God, I love it.
And she knows it. She knows how much I enjoy the bondage.
“You deserve this,” I tell her. “Don’t you?”
She nods her head and says, “Yes.”
“You were very, very bad when you left last year, weren’t you?”
“Yes,” she says again. Her eyes leave mine for a moment to look for Quin.
He’s sitting on the end of the bed, his pants open, fisting his cock. “Keep going,” Quin says.
I place my hands on Rochelle’s hips and turn her. She swivels on her toes, until she’s facing the bed. And Quin.
I want him to see her reactions.
I want her to see his too.
“How many spankings do you deserve, Rochelle?” I ask her.
“As many as pleases you,” she replies.
I almost laugh. Where the hell did she learn that answer?
But Quin clears his throat, telling me to stay professional.
Fine. He wants her punished, I’ll punish her until he’s had enough.
I’ve never been afraid of the dark…
but that doesn’t mean I wanted to live in it. And maybe everyone wants what they can’t have, but I should’ve thought it over before I accepted the key and unlocked the door to their forbidden world.
is mostly silent. He watches me with them very carefully. His gaze never wanders. His interest never wanes.
is mostly gentle. But it’s the other side of him I like best. The wild side.
is mostly reserved. He refuses to cross the line. Even when I beg.
It was carnal, it was sensual, and it was erotic. That’s it. That’s all it was supposed to be. A trip into the dark. A peek into the forbidden.
I just didn’t expect to like them.
Coming July 4th!
I look her body up and down as I circle her.
I smile a devious, deviant, I’m gonna make you sorry you ever started playing this game with me smile.
And then I take her hand.
I lead her to the elevator.
We go up to my apartment.
I tie her wrists together with rope.
Raise her arms above her head.
And chain her to the ceiling.
It’s my turn.