Making a slave kneel is always a good idea – #BDSM #Suspense #Giveaway #MFRWsteam #MFRWOrg

Welcome to the April MFRW Steam Hop! If you like to read on the spicy side, you are in the right place.

Today I have an exclusive excerpt from my latest release, a newly edited edition of my erotic suspense novella Bangkok Noir. And to thank you for reading, I will give away two copies of the book, to readers who leave me a comment.

Enjoy!

Blurb

Dark desires flourish in the glittering City of Angels

She’s an expert Domme who knows how to deliver both pain and release. Will a murderer who borrows the trappings of D/s for his vicious games bring her to her knees?

Diana Fanning, aka the Professor, runs The Academy, the only genuine BDSM bar in Bangkok. She's the first person police colonel Apichat Weeranwongsakul consults when a bar girl turns up brutally murdered – tightly bound, nipples clamped and every orifice stuffed with sex toys. The veteran policeman figures the murderer might be one of Diana’s customers. But Colonel Apichat has his own shameful secrets.

Meanwhile, a mysterious American named Sam stalks Nok, the lovely Thai dominant who is the Professor's star performer. Nok is used to being the one in charge. She can't understand why she craves the discipline Sam administers.

As more women are slaughtered, always in kinky circumstances, the Professor discovers an exclusive club catering to the perversions of Bangkok's elite. Simultaneously looking for evidence and satisfying her own lusts, she doesn't realize until too late that the power she's used to wielding won't save her from becoming the serial killers's next victim.

Note: This book is a dark thriller. It includes explicit, moderately extreme BDSM as well as torture and murder. It does not have an obvious happy ending.

 

Exclusive Excerpt (Femdom, R-rated)

Apichat was prompt, as I had expected. At precisely seven p.m., I heard a hesitant knock. I had positioned myself in the armchair, facing the entrance. “Come in,” I ordered, speaking in English. Slowly, the door to the room swung open. Apichat hovered uncertainly on the threshold.

“Come inside,” I said, adding a sharp note to my voice. “Do you want the whole world to see you?” The wiry Thai hastened to enter and shut the door behind him, then stood across the room from me, unable to take a step. I held his gaze, watching his dusky skin darken further with a blush.

The police colonel was casually dressed, in a nicely-ironed sport shirt and khaki trousers. His hair was damp and slicked back from his forehead. His face displayed a complex mixture of emotions: confusion, fear, embarrassment, and definitely, arousal. His hands were clenched into fists, but the tent in his groin told me how much he wanted to be here, regardless of how difficult it might be for him to admit it.

I rose from the chair, allowing him to appreciate the full effect of my height. “Come here.” My voice was soft but implacable: steel wrapped in velvet. Overcoming his hesitation, he crossed the few meters of carpet to stand before me. I was touched to observe that he was actually shaking.

“Remove your clothing.” Anger flashed briefly across his face at this improper suggestion, but then his features relaxed. He began to unbutton his shirt, slowly but deliberately.

“Hurry up. Do you think that I have all night to spend with you?”

“No, Ajarn.” He moved more quickly, but still, it seemed to take an excruciatingly long time. I found that my own excitement was making me impatient. I considered stepping forward and tearing the clothes off his back.

My intuition told me, though, that force was the wrong approach. He might want me to strip him, to relieve him of the responsibility. But what he needed was to admit to himself his desperate desire to submit. Undressing was the first step toward that admission.

Finally he stood naked in front of me, his eyes cast down to the carpet. He was not at all unattractive. There was not one ounce of excess fat on his frame. His walnut-toned skin was smooth and mostly hairless, except for a coarse-looking tangle at his crotch. Cords of muscle shifted underneath that skin, not the overblown muscles of someone who spends his days in the gym but a weathered strength born of years on the streets. I noticed a raised, pinkish scar on his shoulder, and another slashed across his thigh. Colonel Apichat was not the sort to take a desk job.

His cock hardened under my gaze. Reflexively, his hands fluttered down to shield his crotch from view.

“No!”

At my command, he immediately dropped his hands back to his sides. His fingers were only half-fists now. “I want to look at you. You’re quite a pretty picture, Colonel, with your swollen penis and erect little nipples, just begging to be abused.”

Apichat swallowed, and raised his eyes to mine. I saw naked longing there, desire so pure that my own body shimmered with lust in response.

“That is what you want, isn’t it? For me to abuse you? Beat you, use you, make you my slave and my toy?”

Slowly, the veteran policeman nodded.

“Speak up. Tell me what you want.”

Apichat’s eyes glittered, as if tears gathered there. “Ajarn. I want – I want to be your slave. I want you to do whatever you want with me. To make me do things.”

“Do things? What kind of things?”

He swallowed, then steeled himself to continue. “Dirty things. Nasty things. Whatever – whatever you want.”

I wondered what I should do next. Should I circle him, towering over him, breathing hot on his neck and whispering lewd ideas in his ear? Should I tie him to the bed and bring out the dildos I had packed in my bag? Should I make him kneel in front of my chair and eat me?

Making a slave kneel is always a good idea, I decided. “On your knees, then.” The sight of his nut-brown body on the carpet stirred me more than I would have expected. My cunt was dripping, and my clit felt as huge as his cock.

I was definitely overdressed. Turning my back on Apichat, I unzipped my skirt and stepped out of it. I couldn’t see his reaction, but his gasp was loud and clear. My bare buttocks jiggled as I strolled over and draped the skirt over the desk chair. His gaze was as palpable as a caress.

I turned to face him, giving him an eyeful of my wild cunt curls and the ruddy flesh protruding from that forest. He licked his lips, never taking his eyes from my body. Now I began to unbutton my jacket, pausing occasionally for dramatic effect. Apichat’s eyes followed my every move.

I relished the horror I saw in those eyes when I bared my torso and he caught sight of my breast, my scar, and my tattoo. Fear is a critical ingredient in the emotional mix of a scene.

When the pity and terror in his face melted into pure, potent lust, I had to hide my jubilation. I might finally have found someone who could appreciate me.

Review Quotes

I devoured this story. Well written, perfectly paced and just the right amount of suspense and eroticism. When it was over, I wanted more. ~ D.C. McMillen, Amazon.

This book was a page turner of the highest order. Dark and broody, I loved every second! I just hope there will be more. ~ Erzabet Bishop, Goodreads.

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I hope you’ll visit the other authors participating in today’s Steam Hop. And don’t forget to leave me a comment if you’re itching to read this book.

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