First
of all, let me congratulate Tameka. I drew her name as the winner of
my contest last Sunday, and just sent her a copy of my most recent release, D&SDuos Book 2.
This
week, since the world is all abuzz about the release of the FSOG
movie, I thought I’d share a bit from my story
of a BDSM virgin and her Master – my first novel, RawSilk. Okay, my heroine Kate
isn’t a total sexual novice like the hapless Ana, but before she
meets the charismatic Dom Gregory Marshall, she has zero experience
with any sort of power exchange. In Gregory’s expert hands, to her
shock and surprise, she discovers within herself an unsuspected
desire to surrender herself – body and soul.
Sound
interesting? I’ve got a long, hot excerpt below. Meanwhile, I’m
giving away a print copy of the book to one reader who leaves a
comment with his or her email.
I’m
not bragging – it really is a much better book than Fifty
Shades.
Oh,
and when you’re done reading and leaving a comment, head back to
Victoria’s for more sexy kisses!
He
mounted the bed and straddled her with his thighs. His engorged penis
hovered above her body. Despite herself, she writhed a bit below him.
In response, he leaned over and pinched both her nipples, hard enough
that she cried out.
“Still, I said!
You are mine now, mine to do as I wish. I will fuck you, or not fuck
you, as I please.
“But,” he
added, smiling, “I do please.”
The bonds already
held her wide open. Her sex was already drenched with arousal. Never
taking his eyes off hers, he sank his penis into her, into the heart
of her, depths she had not known existed.
She had never felt
anything like it. It was fire and knives, hot and sharp, a blazing
sun in her cunt. She was filled, stretched, split open, it seemed,
pinned to the bed by his rod of velvety steel.
For a long moment,
he stayed there inside her, his gaze riveted to hers. She felt him
throb and swell, as if he was willing himself to grow larger still.
She tightened her muscles around him, but otherwise tried to remain
motionless, even as her flesh ached to thrash and thrust herself
against him. She kept her eyes open, held captive by the weight of
his gaze. She knew her own lust showed clearly on her face; she did
not care.
He pulled away, to
the edge of her lower lips, and she bit her tongue so as not to cry
out with the loss. Then he came crashing back into her, hard, deeper
than before. The flames surged. He withdrew and thrust again and
again, always harder, almost brutal. Kate found that the edge of pain
only sharpened the pleasure, made it stronger and more complex. And
she saw no cruelty in his face, only a kind of fierce delight.
She strained
against her bonds now, fists clenched, still struggling to follow his
prescription of stillness as he fucked her, as the knot of sensation
within her womb drew tighter and tighter. Yet somehow climax seemed
far away, even as she climbed to higher and higher levels of arousal.
She whimpered a
little. Gregory’s eyes bore down on her. Then she swore she heard
his voice, though his lips did not move. “You are mine, Kate, mine.
Admit it to yourself and to me. Let go, give yourself to me. Let me
give you the satisfaction you crave.”
She looked at the
man looming above her, felt him probing her with his cock and his
mind. Something in her loosened. Her hands opened and she let the
ropes support her arms and legs. She relaxed her inner muscles,
allowed herself to be opened and stretched even further. Gregory
responded by grinding his cock into her, filling all that she offered
to him.
Then she felt the
wave coming, as if from far off. A thundering crest of pleasure swept
over her, casting her mind and body adrift on an electric sea. As her
consciousness slipped away, she caught a final glimpse of Gregory’s
face, with its expression of mad triumph.
He was dressed,
when she came back to her senses, though she could still see the
flames graven on his skin, peeking from beneath his rolled-up sleeve.
He had pulled the chair to edge of the bed and sat there, watching
her. She could have sworn there was a look of worry on his face, but
it evaporated when she smiled at him.
“Ah, Kate,” he
said lightly. “I’m glad you’re back. I think that’s enough,
for tonight. Don’t you agree?”
Kate felt dazed.
She didn’t know how to respond. However, the question must have
been rhetorical, because Marshall began to untie her ankles, and then
her wrists. Still she lay there, deliciously exhausted, languishing
in the perfect passivity of her climax.
“Get up. Get
dressed now. I’ll get you a cab to take you home.”
As if in a trance,
Kate followed his instructions. She refastened her bra over her
still-aching breasts, zipped up her skirt, buttoned her blouse up to
its high neck. She looked around for her panties, and saw that
Gregory held them in his hand.
“I’ll keep
these, if you don’t mind,” he said with a mischievous grin. “To
remind me of you. Until the next time.” Kate felt the starched
fabric of her skirt brushing against her bare ass, and smiled back, a
bit weakly.
Marshall stood
before her now. He bent down and kissed her deeply, his tongue as
probing as his cock had been. She found herself responding with equal
passion, the taste of him re-igniting the fires in her still-damp
sex.
“You did well,
Kate, very well.” he said, almost tenderly. “You were born to
this. You may not understand, yet, you may not believe. But I will
teach you.
“Do you want
that?” he asked, pulling away so he could see her face.
Kate blushed and
lowered her eyes. “I don’t know,” she said. “I’m so
confused.”
Gregory raised her
face to his. “Think about it. Think about me.
“And if you
decide that this is what you want, here is your first assignment.
Since you are leaving your panties with me, I want you to go to work
tomorrow without any. No underwear, or pantihose. And every time that
you sit down, let the sensations in your flesh remind you of me, of
us, of who and what you are.”
****
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enter the giveaway!
22 comments:
Oh wow! That was hot, hot, hot!
foulkes.susan@gmail.com
Definitely better done than fsog it's actually more like the lifestyle what a real dom / me sub would do in everyday life. Bravo on a great excerpt ty for giving us this to read jodilicious14@gmail.com
Don't say I didn't warn you...! Thanks for dropping by, Susan.
Thanks, Jodi!
Very hot!!. Never read FSOG, but I wold love to read this one.
debby236 at gmail dot com
hawt!!!!!!!! thanks for sharing with us :)
efender1(at)gmail
I've stayed away from FSOG as a matter of course, but this does look very tantalizing!
Trix, vitajex(at)Aol(dot)com
Alright, so now Raw Silk is on my wishlist.
lenikaye @ yahoo.com
love the cover, it's gorgeous and the excerpt was wonderful. i look forward to reading the rest of the book.
tammy ramey
trvlagnt1t@yahoo.com
I have to admit this was hot, but I actually want to get it for my mom. I want her to read something better than Fifty Shades has to offer. I think she would like this.
Tabatha
wild_but_forgotten_rose (at) yahoo (dot) com
Wow! Definitely no 50 Shades. jepeb (AT) verizonDOTnet
that was nice
bn100candg at hotmail dot com
Wow! A long excerpt and not a single grammatical error! It truly IS better than that more famous book. And more realistic as well. Thanks for sharing. It helped make living in a polar vortex a bit more bearable, heating up at least, the room I'm in! ;-D
Well, if you don't win, you can always buy it... Thanks, Deb!
My pleasure, Erin!
Why not give in to temptation, Trix?!
Why not indulge yourself, Leni? ;^)
Thanks, Tammy!
The book is set in Thailand, very exotic. I think your mom might well like it.
Thanks for dropping by.
Thanks, Jen!
"Nice"... now that is not an adjective I'd expect to find applied to this excerpt!
Thanks for commenting, though!
Hi, Fiona,
I know you're not big on BDSM, so your praise means all the more to me.
And hopefully there are no grammar errors... this is the fourth time this book has been published.
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