Deception and Domination – Oh and YES it’s Interracial…

Yep. I am in a mood today. A writer friend of mine said that’s her “Feed the Dragon Day”. Kind of like that. I’ve been editing this piece that I actually wrote well over a year ago and as you look at the cover you’ll easily see it’s interracial. Not only do I have a sexy black man on as one of my heroes but a very sexy Puerto Rican too. And my gal gets to taste both of them on a tropical island. Yeah baby. Now THAT’S what I’m talkin’ about.

Oddly enough I continue to get asked – why do you write interracial pieces. I guess if people keep asking then that’s the reason why. A few are wondering if I have some NEW inspiration. The truth is I’ve always written them. My first piece published and the one that received an honorable mention from Passionate Ink is. Then there’s Breakfast Eye Candy, Unleashed and Truth, Dare or Dangerous Intent. How about His Wrath, Power Struggle and Punchback on the m/m side?

I write them because I believe love has no color, creed, sexual orientation or culture. I love men of all flavors – my tag line. I search the internet to try and find pictures of love and realized there are very few of black men and white women and i have to go WHAT? So many of us who do write in the same genre have the same pictures. You’ll see a few today as I present my latest piece. It’s not really as much about domination as it about letting go and realizing that love is… well love.

SO…I’m happy to hare my latest interracial piece – coming on the 17th




Anastasia Rathbone has the craziest friends in the world. Each very accomplished, these women relish games of the heart. One sultry afternoon they gather for a bridal shower complete with a wicked contest to tempt their sinful hungers…Spin the Wheel of Lust. The fantasy each woman lands on is either ripped from the headlines or nothing more than someone’s wanton desire. And such a fun filled romp is just what Stacy needs after her long time, conservative boyfriend recently dumped her for a younger version.

The first woman successful in fulfilling the game requirements gets to pen a story for the bride’s publishing house. Stacy’s fated selection? Find two island men on her vacation in St. Maartin that speak no English and perform the art of submission.

One moonlit night, two French dreamboats in dark chocolate and mocha flavorings and a naughty tryst of sex and domination later, Stacy and her lovers find themselves at a boiling point. The trouble is, they barely know each other’s first names. When the saucy event comes to an end, Stacy’s men pull away, a heavy dose of deception of their own threatening their happiness. But a plane ride, an overheard conversation and some intense sleuthing finally brings them together and their sizzling story becomes an overnight success.


She sighed and milled back through the crowd trying to control her ragged breathing. Thoughts racing through her mind, she stood at the railing for a moment and somehow the lagoon became too inviting. Easing her way down the rocky stairs carefully, she stood in front of the most beautiful darkened enclave of flowing water she had ever laid her eyes on. The iridescent water was accentuated by the luminescent lighting but she imagined the way a natural lagoon would look as the wind lapped under a crystal blue sky. The shimmering movement of the waterfall splayed a fine mist of dancing beads that reached her polished toes and for a delicious moment, she was lost in the carnal scene wanting to find the gorgeous chocolate laced man who was nothing but white-hot and stunning. Stacy stood in the same spot as her mysterious dark stranger and sighed. Fantasies were a wonderful thing and they never lied to you.

The wild noises of the crowd above her were drowned out by the wicked thoughts racing through her mind as Stacy stood quietly sipping her wine. There were no sounds indicating anything was amiss. No tell tale indications that told her someone had approached. Yet she knew they had. He had. Her entire body tingled sensing his presence behind her. Her mystery man was waiting as if willing her to glance but yet, not to see him until he was ready. The rush of a heightened breeze blew the silky strands of her hair around her tense shoulders and at that very moment she caught a whiff of his sultry scent. The cologne was exotic and bold, spicy yet sweet. Stunned by the way her pussy tingled, she breathed in deeply. Every part of her was desperate to turn around yet she held her ground. Her nipples scraped against the thin material of her dress causing a whimper to escape from her pursed mouth. Oh dear God, she was hot and horny all over.

He made the first move, gliding toward her. Every movement was powered with masculine sensuality. As the hint of his fingers touched the side of her face gently, he allowed a single breath to dance across her neck. Brushing the strands of her hair from her mouth, he whispered a few words of French, the timbre low and husky and laced with desire.

Stacy felt a series of cascading sensations shimmer across her skin as she held her breath. She need not see the man to know what she wanted and what her ravenous mind could already envision. She wanted him, every sweet lick of him, and there was no doubt she craved the taste and feel of his carved body against her breasts and the edge of his cock slicing into her ass. And she could just imagine his hands brushing down her from her long neck to the swell of her breasts as he licked the edge of her chin. Every part of her body shuddered and she knew damn good and well he felt her burning desire and could sense the rush of moisture between her legs. The wafting scent of female sex and need, blatant with wild hunger, forced shivers down her spine.

As his fingers danced over her shoulders, she sighed. Delicate and soft in his motions, he glided his fingertips down to her forearms and hands. Without saying a word he removed the glass and she had no idea what he did with the cheap crystal. Nor did she care. Her mind was frozen as their fingers entwined together, the hold secure as if they knew each other. This was a lover’s touch that no doubt meant both wanted so many things and could easily sense what they could have together.

Stacy shivered against him and his body moved to brush against hers, softly at first, easing his frame into her back. Melding his desires with hers, he sighed and pressed a single kiss across the shimmer of her cheek. A ragged whimper left her mouth and she closed her eyes allowing the feel of his muscular chiseled body to sizzle every nerve. His throbbing cock hit the small of her back, thick and hard. Her mouth was completely dry from the mere thought of touching him, tasting him. Dear God. What was wrong with her? A dark mysterious stranger was turning her on to the point of instant combustion. Her behavior was ridiculous. Dangerous.

His rough hewn hands moved ever so slowly to the front of her quivering legs and he tugged at the hem of her silky dress. His fingers caressed her inner thighs delicately, as if whispers of things to come and secret desires to fulfill. Stacy whimpered and placed her fingers over his. Her actions were tentative and afraid, yet intrigued. They stood molded together for a moment until he moved his head down to nuzzle her neck. His hot breath cast a sliver of heat against her chin. His mouth and darting tongue savored the rich taste of her skin, nipping and licking gently. Soft lips brushed over her shoulder ever so lightly, gentle and yet commanding in his sense of urgency.

Stacy was locked in the passion of the moment but she had to see him, her secret lover. “Who are you?” The whisper so light, the wind carried it away.

He kissed her neck with soft feathers and glazed his tongue down to her shoulder, dipping to taste her flesh. Suckling the soft spot on the base of her neck, he chuckled with a sultry bass and moved his hands to her hips. Turning her around slowly, he moved his hands to cup her ass and gently guided her hips into his, his erection straining to be released.

“Oh my,” Stacy gasped softly as she finally glanced at her fantasy man. A God stood in front of her. The stunning chocolate delight was the sexy man from before and yet he was so much more breathtaking. Blinking furiously, she realized he was the mystery lover who’d entered her wet dreams and fantasies every night. Towering over her, the white shirt couldn’t hide his muscular frame. She marveled in his broad shoulders and a carved chest, a slender waist and long legs. Everything about his physique screamed athlete and she licked her lips in blatant desire. And then there was his face, perfect and chiseled in the creamiest shade of dark chocolate. His sensuous features said nothing but model with his high cheekbones and luscious skin the color of rich mahogany mocha. His midnight eyes were dazzling in warmth and something else…lust. His full lips were made for kissing in long sensuous hours of nothing other than lying together, exploring each other.

He pressed her back away from the heat of his body only long enough to cast his eyes down the length of her body and back, hovering over her breasts and finally slicing a lust filled glance into her eyes. His smile told her one thing very clearly. I want you. “Tu es beau,” he whispered.

Stacy’s eyes were marred from the showers of vibrant light that danced across her vision, casting a warm glow. French. He was French. Holy shit! She knew she’d died and gone to heaven. While she knew very little in French and only a few in Spanish, she understood the word beautiful. Pursing her lips, she exhales slowly. “You are…gorgeous.”

He seemed to understand and a sparkling smile lit his entire face.

How she wanted to brush her hands through his braided hair in long sensuous movements as she kissed his full ruby lips. How can I be thinking this way?

He lowered his head to her face and as his lips brushed against hers in such a sensuous and hungry manner, they both sighed. Stacy melted completely into his body and wrapped her arms around his neck. His kiss was a sensuous breath at first and then his need to taste her overcame his gentle demeanor. Soft whispers of a combined hunger shadowed their movement as they stared through the darkness until neither could take any more. He crushed her mouth with his, parting her lips with his tongue, exploring her mouth. Drinking in her taste, he purred and she was lost in the man.

Stacy couldn’t get enough of his mouth, his lips. The feel of his heated skin against hers fueled her fire and sizzled her quivering cunt to the point she was terrified she would fall to the ground. Her mind tried to rationalize her needs. She wanted this man like she had no other. As his hands roamed her lower back and his firm fingers kneaded her buttocks, she closed her eyes and allowed the fantasy to come alive.

He broke the kiss and whispered, his tone a husky velvet glove. “Je te veux.” Waiting for a mere moment as if to see if she understood, he gently took her hand in his, kissing her fingers with a soft caress.

She didn’t need to understand the language to know what he had said to her. I want you. Shuddering, she knew somehow she’d accept his request. Are you out of your mind?

He pulled her gingerly along the barely illuminated stone path toward the waterfall under the moonlit sky and guided her behind the splashing water. The dimly lit cavern glowed from the sliver of the moon and pulsed from the dancing waters. The darkly shadowed alcove was directly out of her dreams, a secret cubbyhole to ignite their fire of passion.

Stacy shivered from every touch, every stolen glance and yet as the rational voice in the back of her mind was screaming no, it was the instinct, the desire that reminded her that she was very much a woman. Whether the mysterious stranger was dark and dangerous, her decision was firm. Without second guessing, she gave into temptation.

His body pressed against hers for a quiet moment of blissful temptation, telling her exactly what he wanted, what he hungered for. There was no doubt that he was going to take her roughly and as he thrust her body hard against the hard cold rock, he grazed the length of his hardness into her belly, reminding her that he was all male. The smile became a sinful dance of desire, waiting, yet his breath cascaded down across her cheeks as he whispered words of longing.

He was asking to become her lover, her midnight fantasy.

Stacy swallowed hard and as every rational thought about the insanity of being alone with a mysterious enchanting stranger flowed threw her mind, she threw it all away and hungered for more. She craved the man with the stunning mocha skin more than she had any other lover. Her pussy fluttered with an insane desire, an irrational need and a burning wildfire of electric current that had to be sated. Nodding, she palmed his chest. “Please.”

I hope you enjoyed.

Kisses xxx


About Cassandre Dayne

Cassandre Dayne is the pseudo for the best selling author of romantic suspense and thrillers
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