Taking Her Down
Table of Contents
Legal Page
Title Page
Book Description
Dedication
Trademarks Acknowledgement
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
New Excerpt
About the Author
Publisher Page
Taking Her Down
ISBN # 978-1-78651-140-9
©Copyright Vonna Harper 2017
Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright February 2017
Edited by Sue Meadows
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Carnal Secrets
TAKING HER DOWN
Vonna Harper
Book three in the Carnal Secrets series
Controlled by a man ruled by dark forces, what was domination fantasy becomes Shana’s reality. There’s no escape. Only submission.
Domination is a word, a whisper, what feeds Shana’s erotic fantasies.
Then she signs up for the opportunity to be mastered on a private island. She’ll willingly remove her clothes and submit to a little BDSM playacting. When her twenty-four hours ends, she’ll return to her ordinary world and sex toys.
What she doesn’t know is that the man waiting for her is controlled by dark forces. He can’t fight his compulsions and doesn’t want to. He’s no actor hired to fulfill women’s submissive fantasies. Instead, he’s at the island because something beyond his control is turning him into a Dom, a Master. He must feed his carnal desires.
When a storm hits, he becomes wild. Savage, even. A man who knows a natural submissive when he handles her.
This is no game for him. He won’t let her escape.
He can’t.
Dedication
Loving thanks to my mother for gifting me with imagination, my sister for a lifetime of support, and the many writers who are part of this crazy journey.
Trademarks Acknowledgement
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
Fifty Shades of Grey: E.L. James
Facebook: Facebook, Inc.
Future Farmers: National FFA Organization
Mace: Mace Security International
Chapter One
Someone had tied the woman’s wrists to either end of a long stick, effectively keeping her arms wide apart. She was naked, with large silicone breasts and a lean, almost skinny body. Sweat sealed her shoulder-length ash-blonde hair to her temples, and her eyes were nearly closed. Her head drooped.
At first, Shana thought the woman was out of it. Then the camera panned down her body to reveal her splayed legs and the moisture glistening on her sex. Her pussy was clean-shaven, the blatantly displayed flesh there darker than the rest of her—swollen from increased blood flow. The woman swayed. A long, low, satisfied moan rolled out of her.
“Shit,” Shana whispered. “Shit.”
“Wait,” her friend Joleen said. “That’s just the start.”
Feeling flushed, Shana tightened her hold on her wine glass, brought it to her lips and gulped.
Several moments passed during which the woman on the monitor in Joleen’s home office continued to sway and groan. Then she started to close her legs.
“No,” a male voice commanded. “Keep them the way they are. I’m not done with you, not by a long shot.”
The woman’s eyes opened and she stared to her left, toward where Shana concluded the order had come from.
“I’m so tired.” The woman licked her lips. “You’re asking too much of me.”
“Am I?” the unseen man shot back. “Maybe you’d like to be returned to the boat and from there to your vanilla life.”
The woman lifted her restrained arms, only to let them drop again. “No. Not yet.”
“Not yet, what?”
Long, thick lashes fluttered. “No, I don’t want to leave, Master.”
“Shit. Seriously?”
Joleen shrugged. “You tell me. One thing I’m sure of, this isn’t a porno flick with actors.”
No, it wasn’t. When Joleen had called, insisting she come over after work, her best friend had said little, except to explain that she’d used her considerable computer- hacking skills to find the password for a site Shana absolutely had to see. Joleen had even offered to supply the wine required for ultimate enjoyment. So, instead of formalizing a bid on a new landscaping project after her crew had left for the day, Shana had climbed into her pickup and headed for Joleen’s place.
At a loss for words, Shana took another swallow and leaned closer to the screen. Not long ago she’d been worn out from a day that had started before dawn, but now she felt alive, anticipating something she couldn’t wrap her mind around.
A tall, well-built and unselfconsciously naked man had just stepped into view. Shana expected his captive to shrink away when he extended a large hand toward her. Instead, she straightened and stood her ground. Good for you, Shana silently exhorted her. Show him what you’re made of.
The man closed his right hand around the woman’s throat and drew her to him, angling her head upward as he did. Their faces came closer. An impressive erect penis jabbed at the woman’s belly.
A wave of heat, not entirely attributable to her wine, flowed into Shana as whoever these people were locked in a toe-curling kiss. Granted, the woman didn’t have much choice in the matter but, unless Shana couldn’t read body language, she was enjoying herself. A lot.
Roll with it, lady. Rock the experience.
Lips crushed lips. Two mouths separated. The bound woman rose onto her toes, making no attempt to free herself from the fingers on her neck. Inch by inch, the larger player, if
that’s what they were, forced her to lean back until she was off balance. Her shoulders strained from the effort of trying to lift her arms, but the invading masculine body made that impossible.
At the last moment, he saved her from falling by letting go and grabbing the stick. He deftly drew her arms over her head and secured the stick to a hook dangling from a rope Shana hadn’t noticed.
“What have you done?” The woman struggled to free herself, which caused her expensive breasts to jiggle. Her barely there belly sucked in and out.
“Keeping you handy.” The man stepped to her side, took hold of her hair and pulled down on it until she was staring upward. “You impressed me with your efforts to remain in place while I played with you.” His free hand slipped between her legs. “But now that I have you, my options have increased.”
Anchored and helpless to stop the man from doing anything and everything he wanted to. What the hell would that feel like?
Is that something I’d ever want to experience?
Joleen clicked the mouse to freeze the action. The nameless couple remained locked in anticipation, with the man’s body so close Shana longed to touch him. He wasn’t particularly handsome, with thick, graying hair that covered his chest and belly. He had a bit of a paunch and appeared to be in his late forties, with muscled arms and thighs that said he lived a physical life.
As the owner of her own landscaping company, Shana spent her days around more men than women. Ordinarily, this one wouldn’t have warranted a second look, but then those who worked for her came fully dressed.
More to the point, in her day job she was the boss, while this member of the male sex was definitely in charge.
Another hot wave ran through her.
“I’ve done some research.” Joleen sounded out of breath. “This isn’t one of those membership porn sites and those two aren’t being paid for their efforts.”
“Then what are they?”
“Near as I can tell, this site hasn’t been given a formal name. The URL contains the letters MSDB, which could be BDSM reversed. That particular activity has gotten so much play lately that I can’t imagine them being concerned the morality patrol might shut them down.” She paused. “Just the same, I can’t help wondering if whatever MSDB is about goes beyond submission and Dominance.”
Shana struggled to concentrate on what she’d just been told—no easy task, considering the electrical charges striking her from all directions. Damn, what practices existed in a culture she’d never dreamed of—well, hardly ever.
“What do you mean by ‘beyond’?” she belatedly thought to ask.
Joleen winked. “Okay, truth is, instead of working this afternoon, I watched several other, ah, scenes. Wow to the max. Boy, have I been living a sheltered life.”
“Sheltered from what?”
Joleen shook her head. “Oh no you don’t. I’m not going to give anything away. You have to watch some of those scenes if you want to know what I’m talking about, except ‘scenes’ probably isn’t the right term.”
Talking had helped separate Shana a little from the crazy thought that she had to explore what MSDB was about. “So, speaking hypothetically, where would one go for more information?”
Joleen lightly punched her arm. “Hypothetically, my ass. For starters, they frequently mention an island.”
Guessing Joleen knew more than she was letting on, Shana decided to play along. “The man said something about a boat.”
“Yeah. Parts of the scenes—I watched four of them in between taking breaks to work off a little steam—were filmed out of doors. No one seemed to be cold and the vegetation is tropical.”
“And the site is located where? Come on, you know how to find out that kind of thing.”
“Indeed I do.” Joleen patted herself on the shoulder. “Florida.”
Shana blinked. “Seriously?”
“Hey, I wouldn’t joke about that.”
She and Joleen lived on Florida’s east coast. Quite possibly, the videos had been shot not far from there, maybe on one of the numerous nearby islands.
“I’m assuming everything that takes place is consensual,” Joleen said. “At least I hope to hell it is.”
Bondage? Maybe the real thing? The thought made her shiver. “What makes you say that?”
“Because some of what happens is damn intense.”
She could have asked what constituted ‘intense’ but she preferred to determine that on her own, in private.
Joleen minimized the frozen naked couple and opened another screen. This one consisted of a paragraph of text.
The majority of women have secret sexual cravings. Unfortunately, most live their entire lives never giving those cravings free rein. Fear, inertia, and lack of opportunity hold them back. As a result they don’t know what it means to be truly alive. To take great risks.
If you have courage, strength and need—welcome.
“How do you read that?” Joleen asked. “Are they looking for new clients or customers or—or maybe, I don’t know, something?”
Shana stopped looking at the monitor so she could give her friend her full attention. A self-professed geek, Joleen ran her own Internet security business. Her clients paid her to assume all responsibility for keeping their firewalls up to date. She thrived on staying ahead of hackers. Ignorant and demanding clients drove her crazy but, because she had student loans to repay, she kept her mouth shut and dreamed of the day when she could pick and choose who she worked with.
Shana, too, dreamed of being able to work only on projects that fed her creativity, unlike the one she’d just completed for the county airport. Seriously, junipers and more junipers!
“Wait a minute,” she said. “You can’t be thinking of getting in touch with whoever these people are.”
Joleen smiled. “Have more wine and watch a little longer. Then we’ll see if you’re still asking the same question.”
When her friend maximized the screen, Shana shoved Joleen’s comment to the back of her mind and focused on the resumed action. She also kept after her wine.
The man released some of the tension on the woman’s hair, but not enough that she could stand upright. The captive tried twisting in one direction, then the other, not that it did her any good because of her restraints. Her size D breasts were spectacular, she had artificial nails, and her toenails were painted a glistening silver. Even with her hair trapped in the man’s paw, Shana could see the highlights and expensive cut.
So, this woman with rope around her wrists, her head wrenched back and a man’s hand hard against her pussy was used to spending money on herself. If only her friends could see her now.
“You’re spoiled,” the man told her. “Used to getting everything your way.”
“Yes, Master.”
Struck by the submissive tone with undercurrents of sexual excitement, Shana stopped studying the kind of breasts she’d never in a million years be able to afford and turned her attention to the woman’s expression. She didn’t act scared. Hell, she didn’t even appear to be nervous.
Barely aware of what she was doing, Shana closed the fingers of her right hand around her left wrist. What would restraints feel like?
What would they do to her sense of self?
Her libido?
“Those days of pampering yourself are behind you, slave,” the man continued. “From now on, I call all the shots. You’re mine to play with, to punish when and how I want. To get rid of if you bore me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
He chuckled. “You think I’m playing into your hands, but you’re wrong. I’m not your sugar daddy. I’m your Master.”
The woman’s eyes closed again and her mouth sagged open. Unless Shana was mistaken, she was in subspace. Anticipating. Waiting. Wanting.
She wasn’t the only one.
When the woman’s nostrils flared, Shana concentrated on what else the man was doing. His hand between her legs was on the move, sliding back and forth, back
and forth, going faster and faster.
Imagining the same thing happening to her just about drove her crazy. Her panties’ cotton crotch lay over her sex, held tightly in place by the jeans she wore seven days a week. She didn’t much care whether Joleen was aware of what she was doing as she rocked toward and away from the desk to increase the friction on her labia. She tightened muscles that hadn’t held a man for longer than she wanted to think about.
“He doesn’t do anything for me.” Joleen’s voice sounded rough. “If I ever signed up for a service, or whatever the hell they call it, I’d insist on someone with less back hair. A bigger cock wouldn’t be bad either.”
Shana mentally switched places with the naked woman. She felt the strain in her arms and dirt and grass under her feet. Most of all, she felt what the man was doing, the rub of male fingers against hot female flesh.
Suddenly, she didn’t care what ‘Master’ looked like, whether he spoke or never said another word. What mattered was that he stood beside her. Touched her.
Controlled her.
The mysterious man she was conjuring up understood the female body far better than she did. He knew when to slip a finger into her drenched opening and when to paint her with her own juices. His breath on the side of her neck made her break out in goosebumps and instinctively fight the unrelenting restraints. ‘Master’ had no doubt of her desperate need to climax and how to keep her trembling on the brink. Denying her the one thing she needed in life. Glaring, the domineering man ignored her pleas, and when she cursed him, he slapped her breasts.
Kept her.
Kept? Where did that come from?
“So.” Joleen made the word last a long time. “I take it you’re glad I called.”
Her gaze resolutely on the monitor where the woman twitched and danced on the finger rammed deep inside her, Shana poured herself another glass. “Shit, yes.”