The Gilded Gage
The Surrender series
The Surrender series
by Lauren Smith
an Erotic BDSM Romance
an Erotic BDSM Romance
About The Gilded Cage
Passion that takes no prisoners, and love that tests the limits of ecstasy . . .Fenn Lockwood comes alive in the shadows. Though he might have physically survived the kidnapping that stole his childhood, the trauma and pain he lived through have marked him forever. Now the only place where Fenn can be himself is within the walls of his private BDSM world—a place of erotic obsession, where desire isn't just captured . . . it's bound.
Hayden Thorne knows that behind Fenn's hardened exterior is a man worth fighting for. Yet to save him from the past that still haunts him, Hayden will have to abandon every inhibition she's ever had and venture into Fenn's intoxicatingly sensual world. Each tantalizing second she spends in Fenn's searing embrace is more delicious than the last and soon Hayden begins to think that she may never want to leave such torturous bliss . . .
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EXCERPT
There was nothing
better in the world than waking up with a beautiful woman in your arms. Fenn
hadn’t had a woman in weeks so this was obviously a dream. There was no way
he’d managed to bag a woman like this last night…
He eyed her red
dress skeptically. Everything from last night came back in a painful rush. He
shoved it all back and focused on the woman currently molded to his body. Coda
was asleep on the floor by the door of the trailer where she always stayed
vigilant at night. When the dog left the bed, the little red-haired temptress
wormed her way across the sheets over to his side. They were spooning. He’d
never seen the appeal before, but now he definitely did. It was hard to beat
the feeling of a woman’s full curves snug against his body. His cock certainly
agreed. He was hard enough to pound nails into walls. Despite the pain in his
skull, he managed to grin.
He needed to enjoy
this for all it was worth before she woke up. The way her perfect, rounded
bottom fit against his groin had him imaging how fun it would be to take her
just like this, from behind. All he’d have to do was hike her dress up over her
hips…His cock strained at his jeans and the sensation, while uncomfortable was
still good, even if he desperately needed release. Her head rested on a
makeshift pillow formed by his outstretched arm. His other hand firmly cupped
one of her breasts.
Even though there
was a barrier of clothing between his skin and hers, the touch was intimate and
he knew without a doubt she’d be furious when she woke up. Fenn gave her a
breast a little squeeze and bit back a laugh at the way she sighed and wriggled
against him. One of her hands reached back behind her and gripped his hip,
trying to pull him closer to her. He swallowed a groan of need. This woman was
going to be the death of him.
Tempted by the
delicate shell of her ear, he leaned down and kissed it. The strawberry scent
of her hair mixed with the faint scent of her natural aroma was like a cocktail
of sin and wicked perfection. He licked her ear, and she came to life in his
arms with a breathless sigh and a little nod of encouragement.
“Don’t stop.” Her
words were barely above a whisper.
Fenn smiled. She
was probably dreaming. Serves her right,
the little hellion.
He kneaded the
mound of her breast and nibbled the lobe of her ear. She bit her lip and arched
her back which thrust her breast into his hand and her bottom against his cock.
Damn, the woman knew just how to move. She was a fantasy. His fantasy. His hand
slid down from her breast to her hip, and then to her bare thigh.
God, he wanted to
get his hands between her legs, touch the heated wetness that had to be
building in her. She was flushed, that delicate white skin warming to a tender
pink with her arousal. Fenn tiptoed his fingers from her outer thigh to her
inner thigh and she shifted, opening her legs for him.
“Wake up, honey,”
he murmured in her ear.
As much as he
wanted to take advantage, he wasn’t really that much of a bastard. When he took
a woman, he wanted her awake and willing…and to be honest, he wanted her
begging for him to fuck her. As her light brown lashes fluttered and her lips
parted, Fenn was flooded with a thousand desires. He wanted to twine rope
around Hayden’s wrists and restrain her to a bed so he could torture her with
endless pleasure-filled orgasms. He wanted to chase her and bring her down and
pin her beneath him, dominating her and demanding her surrender.
Fenn had always
been a dominant lover in bed, but there was something about Hayden, the way she
pushed him, defied him. He wanted to dominate her that much more. Not break
her, never that, but the fire she possessed, especially toward him, fueled his
own arousal beyond anything he’d ever felt. The need to brand as his was overpowering.
About Lauren Smith
LAUREN DIANA SMITH was born and raised in Tulsa. She attended Oklahoma State University where she earned a B.A. in both history and political science. Drawn to paintings and museums, Lauren is obsessed with antiques and satisfies her fascination with history by writing and exploring exotic, ancient lands.
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