Closing in on release day for the next story in the Sypricon Masters series, the brand new, never before released, DARK MASTER. So before 9/1 rolled around, I thought I would give a little bit of a sneak peek at what readers are in store for!

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“This will feel a little warm, like taking a dip in bath water. Let me know if it’s too much for you.” Though he removed the bindings Salt had placed, and freed her from the table, he kept her flat, talking quietly as he retrieved items he would need from nearby. Never once did his touch leave her, a silent reassurance to always be there where she needed him.

She inhaled slow and steady, then exhaled just as patiently, timing her breathing to help her relax as he worked to coat her skin with something thick, sticky, and warm. “This is veniyal. A special mix of organic minerals courtesy of Crusher that will form a pliable solid once it’s mixed and exposed to air. There are a few extra things kicked in there to help numb whatever you’ve applied it to in order to assist with the sensation, but nothing that will hurt you. I’ve been trying to get the recipe out of him for a few years, but the bastard is as tight lipped as Bales.”

Ah, Crusher, the reclusive House Master Walker had once mentioned in passing to Reeva. If she remembered correctly, Walker had called the Dom a few choice names as well. Little was known about the man, except that he took his duty to the members and staff of Tawse very, very seriously.

Korsen worked efficiently, sealing her from the neck down in the gooey liquid. She was going to have a hell of a time washing this off later. But because Korsen was the one taking such care to apply it, she found she didn’t mind. He could slather scalding hot muds on her and she’d gladly accept the offering because it meant she’d pleased him.

“Just a few more seconds.” From the rim of Korsen’s collar all the way down to her toes felt muted. As though he really had dunked her in a vat of thick mud. Then all at once, the coating tightened, molding perfectly to her flesh to seal out any outside influence. “Ah, there it goes. Can you feel that?”

Reeva concentrated for a few moments, trying to determine if he was actually touching her or fooling her by asking a trick question. The veniyal coating her skin, sealing her into herself, wasn’t like anything she’d ever experienced before. Like her inability to see, now she was unable feel anything from the neck down. “I—I can’t tell.”

“Perfect.” He moved his mouth against hers again, prodding with his tongue until she opened and accepted him. When she did, he plunged his tongue into her mouth, possessing and claiming with a gentle authority. He stroked it along hers, playing. Mating. Claiming. Reassuring as he slowly devoured her. She was panting when he pulled away. “Perfect. Just like the pussy lips I’m tracing right now with my hand. The tight bud of your clit that I’m playing with. Shaped so exquisitely, begging to be touched and fondled.” She realized with a start that he’d spread her thighs wide while he’d worked, giving him full access to her most sensitive areas and there was nothing she could do to stop him. “You’re on display, Reeva. The veniyal is clear, so not only is it robbing you of sensation, it’s gifting me with the unencumbered sight of your body in all its glory. You are bound, held helpless to do with as I please.”

Not that she expected him to tell her, but she asked anyway. “What do you have in store for me?”

“What I’m going to do, beautiful, is bust this comfort zone of yours wide open by taking away every single thing you know and rely on.”