Another
Sizzling Sunday – already! I’ve got a brand new,
never-before-shared excerpt from The Gazillionaire and the Virgin.
About
the Book
Trust
can’t be bought—it has to be earned.
When
Silicon Valley entrepreneur Rachel Zelinsky meets reclusive genius
Theo Moore, she finds him strangely compelling. Theo is both arrogant
and socially awkward, but he has an aura of power that speaks to
Rachel’s carefully-hidden submissive side. Disturbed and aroused,
she tries to focus on her original objective—a deal to incorporate
his Artificial Intelligence software into her company’s popular
virtual world. Rachel’s not a woman who lets pleasure interfere
with business, but for some reason, she can’t resist Theo’s geeky
appeal.
Theo
Moore can’t be bought. His past battles with poverty make him
deeply suspicious of the billionaire CEO. Still, with her voluptuous
curves and brilliant mind, Rachel embodies his ultimate sexual
fantasy. Too bad his knowledge about sex derives from extensive
research and a stash of kinky porn rather than real-world experience.
That
doesn’t bother Rachel, however. In his bed—in his arms—in his
bonds—she discovers the bliss of total surrender. Rachel may be
Theo’s first lover, but Theo is Rachel’s first true Master—and
the first man to truly touch her heart. It seems that love may
harmonize their differing goals and values, until Rachel’s
unwitting violation of Theo’s trust threatens to tear them apart
forever.
Excerpt
Home
Depot is bustling at noon on a bright California Sunday. Theo parks
in the most sparsely occupied part of the lot, a long way from the
door. I don’t chide him. I know he finds this difficult.
Once
more I take his arm—partly to reassure him, partly to keep him from
trying to escape. Together we wander through the cavernous store,
dodging DIY dads with pallets of construction materials and their
hordes of rowdy children. Theo cringes when they cross his path. I
pull him closer, pressing his arm against the side of my breast.
We
halt in the middle of an aisle. The rack in front of us holds a dozen
industrial-sized reels of different kinds of rope.
“Here
we are, Theo.” I keep my voice even and matter of fact, but my
heart is going like a jackhammer and my pussy is awash. “What type
of rope do you recommend?”
“Uh…
Rachel, do you mean…?” He searches my face, perhaps trying to
determine if I’m serious. “I—um—we—”
“Theo,
dear. You find sexual bondage exciting, right? You like the idea of
tying women up.”
He
stares at his athletic shoes, silent with shame.
I
hurtle onwards. It’s too late to stop now. “Given your
intelligence, I assume you’ve studied the question of what sort of
rope is most appropriate. I’d like you to share your knowledge.
Which rope should we buy?”
“What?”
His head whips up and his hair tumbles into his eyes. “What are you
saying, Rachel?”
I
can’t tell if his expression shows shock or arousal. Maybe both. I
swallow my own nervousness. “I want to buy some rope, so that you
can tie me up. Unless you already have supplies at home, of course.
Don’t want to waste money. Do you already have the rope we need?”
“No,
no—Rachel—no—I’ve never tied anyone up.”
“But
you want to, don’t you?” I lower my voice to a near-whisper.
“You’d love to bind me tight, so that I can’t move, then fuck
me hard. Isn’t that true, Theo?”
We’re
in the middle of a crowded home improvement store, surrounded by
oblivious vanilla families planning to remodel a bathroom or build a
deck. I don’t care. I wrap my arms around his solid frame and pull
him against me, rubbing my breasts against his torso. His massive
erection prods my belly.
Theo
squirms against me. “God, Rachel—you’re going to make me come…”
“Good.”
On tiptoe, I flick my tongue over his earlobe then murmur, “I want
you to come, inside me. After you’ve trussed me up like the girls
in your magazines…”
He
surprises me with a hard, wet kiss, right there in the aisle where
anyone could see. Meanwhile his hands slide up the backs of my bare
thighs, under the starched shirt of his that I’m wearing as a
dress, which reaches almost to my knees. My suit was in no condition
to appear in public without a thorough cleaning. Of course I don’t
have any panties, either—I hadn’t planned to stay with Theo,
hadn’t planned any of this, in fact. So unlike me!
I
shudder, feeling exposed and vulnerable, when he cups my rear cheeks
in his big palms. He parts them, just enough to allow one long finger
to slip from behind into my drenched cleft.
My
knees buckle but he holds me fast, tight against his chest, still
probing my mouth with his tongue while his fingers dabble in my
pussy. Real fear flashes through me—what if someone recognizes me,
here in the heart of Silicon Valley? —then vanishes as he presses a
damp thumb against the pucker of my anus.
God,
he wouldn’t! Would he?
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2 comments:
“What type of rope do you recommend?”
Personally, I like to buy my rope at the drapery store. The type used to tie back drapes is thick and soft so even when the girl is tightly tied up, the rope doesn't hurt the skin but it is plenty strong so there is no chance of her getting away or resisting.
Advice from the master! Thanks, Larry!
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