TAUT: The Ford Book
TAUT IS A STANDALONE NOVEL - you do NOT have to read any of the Rook and Ronin books first.
Ford Aston is known for many things. Being an emotionless, messed up bastard, a freakishly smart social outcast, and a cold, domineering master who keeps "pets" instead of girlfriends.
And after Rook broke his heart, he plans to keep it that way.
Ashleigh is known for nothing, and that's exactly what she's got going for her. She's broke, stranded in the mountains with a three month old baby, and Ford Aston is screwing with her head.
And she plans to mess with his right back.
It's a coy game at first, filled with flirting, and innuendo--but Ford soon realizes something is not quite right with Ashleigh. In fact, something is seriously, seriously wrong and the closer they get to their final destination, the closer Ford gets to the truth.
One night of devastation, self-loathing, and emptiness turns into the best thing that ever happened to Ford Aston. But one day of in-your-face reality threatens Ashleigh's whole existence.
****** Since A LOT of people have been asking here is the scoop on how this book fits in with my Rook & Ronin series:
Ford first appears in Rook and Ronin #2, Manic. He has a bigger role in Panic, R&R #3, and then he has a novella, called SLACK. This TAUT book is only FORD. It's not really part of the R&R series, as that plot has all been sidelined for this one romance book.
Giveaway at bottom of post
I kneel down in front of her legs and she moans again, so I get back up and go to the basket of essentials I asked the concierge to provide in the bedroom basket. There’s two black silk scarves in there and I bring them both over to her, setting one on the bed, and holding the other up to her face. She watches carefully. “I don’t want you to come until I tell you to, understand?”
She nods. “Yes,” she says as she tries to stay in control.
“You’re never gonna last, Ashleigh.”
She laughs. “I’m sorry, you—I just—Ford, just looking at you makes me come. I can’t help it.”
I shake the scarf. “Which is why we need this for now. I’ll take it off in a little bit, but for now, you need it. Don’t you agree?”
“Yes.” She smiles up at me and I wonder if putting it on will make her release even quicker than leaving it off.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Just try your best.” I tie it around her eyes and let the long ends drape over her shoulders with her dark hair. I kneel down and her moaning starts immediately, I reach up and pinch her nipple again and this elicits a real whimper. A pain whimper and not an orgasmic one.
Round one to Ford.
I let go and part her legs, then lift them up and push her knees into her chest. Her scent is so erotic, I have to stop and breathe it in. It’s sweet and intoxicating. “Hold your legs open, please,” I ask her in a soft growl that betrays my hungry desire.
She obeys and I have to pinch her again to keep her focused.
She’s not gonna last another minute, so fuck it. We might as well get this one over with so we can move on. I lower my mouth to her pussy and she gets the kiss of her life as I suck on her clit.
She comes immediately. She gushes into my mouth. Her whimpers and moans are not about pain, even though I’m squeezing the shit out of that nipple. Her whole back buckles and her thighs clamp down on my head as her fingers fist my hair.
I push her legs apart forcefully and caress her inner thighs for a few seconds before pulling back and standing up. “You could’ve put off the next two spankings for quite a while if you held it in, but it’s too late now. Bend over the bench, Ashleigh. That’s two spankings for me and one orgasm for you.”
She whines as she pulls herself up from the bench and then kneels down, her hands behind her back, her face turned to the side. I straddle the bench again and pull her face closer to my crotch. Her breath is hot against my dick, even through the thick fabric of my trousers. “Do you know what number we’re on?”
“Spread your legs this time, Ashleigh.”
She does, no hesitation at all and before she’s even in position my left hand pushes her face into my dick and my right hand smacks her hard on an upswing. It catches her pussy and both cheeks this time and she yelps, but her hands stay put at the small of her back. Her breath comes out in short gasps against me. My fingers dip inside her folds and she’s dripping from her last explosion. I push two fingers inside her and she moans.
“You forgot to count, Miss Li. Let’s try it again.”
I smack her again and this time as soon as I’m done she says, “Three.” I don’t give her a chance to think, just swat one more time. “Four.”
I lean down to her back and bite her shoulder blade and then stand up, still straddling the bench, and release the button and unzip my pants. “How many orgasms have I given you since we met, Ash?”
“Um…” She knows what’s coming, so she takes a few seconds. “Four. No, five. You talked dirty to me this morning and that was not my fault.”
I sit back down and whisper in her ear. “How many have you given me?”
She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. “None,” she whispers back.
“I’d like one now. Open your mouth.”