Sunday Snog (#197) and Cover Reveal: Raw Silk

Happy Sunday! I’m excited. I just received the newly designed cover for the new, expanded edition of Raw Silk, which will be released early in 2016. Isn’t it amazing?

And of course I’ve got a snog from the book, too. This snippet comes after Kate’s very first experience with bondage, at the hands of the masterful Gregory Marshall.

After you’d savored my snog, I hope you’ll head back to Victoria’splace for more weekend kisses.

Enjoy!

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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! I’m glad you’re back. I think that’s enough, for tonight. Don’t you agree?”

She 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.”

The starched fabric of her skirt brushed against her bare ass. His cum trickled down the insides of her thighs. She returned his smile, a bit weakly .

Marshall stood before her now. He bent to kiss her, his tongue probing her mouth as deeply as his cock had plumbed her sex. She found herself responding with equal passion, the taste of him re-igniting the fire between her damp thighs.

“You did well, Kate, very well.” Did she catch a hint of tenderness in that hypnotic voice? “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.

She 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.”