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to the Lusty Month of May MFRW Steam Hop! The
Steam Hop is a monthly blog event for those of us who write erotica
and erotic romance. Be sure you have a cool drink handy (or maybe a
cold shower!) as you follow the links at the end of this post.
Today
I’ve got a long, juicy bit from my latest BDSM erotic romance
The Understudy: Acts of Submission. Definitely X-rated... but
that’s what you’re here for, right? Let
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One
look from him and I melt. One word, and I’m on my knees.
When
the Berks Hills Summer Playhouse offered me my first real acting job,
I never expected to share a stage with theater legend Geoffrey Hart -
let alone his bed. Nothing in my education or experience prepared me
for the paradoxical pleasures of submission.
Now
I’m devoted to my master, for better or worse. According to the
rumors, though, Geoff’s heart is taken. Dumped by his long-time
sub, he has escaped to the Berkshires to lick his emotional wounds.
Geoffrey’s dark games arouse me beyond belief, but I fear I’m
just a substitute for the real object of his affections. Am I willing
to settle for the role of understudy in this perverse passion play? Note:
This book was previously published by Totally Bound. It has been
revised, expanded and re-edited for this release.
X-Rated
Excerpt “Your
ass is the color of Maine lobster.” He chuckled. “Does it hurt?” “Some.”
In truth, it felt hot and sore, pulsing like some scarlet lighthouse.
Each pang, though, woke echoes in my cunt that balanced the pain.
Geoffrey
continued to survey his handiwork, close enough that I could feel the
heat from his body, but he didn’t make contact with my hungry skin.
Touch me, please! I felt like screaming. But already I knew enough to
remain silent. “I
expect that from now on you will be on time.”
“Yes,
sir. I’ll try.” Please, please, please—the mantra rang in my
mind. But I knew he was once again teaching me patience. Suddenly
he scooped me up in his arms, carried me into the other room and
settled me on the bed. I hardly had a moment to appreciate his
strength before he released me. I moaned in disappointment. “Hush!
I’ll be with you shortly.” He began to unbutton his shirt. I
watched, holding my breath, as he revealed a muscled chest and flat
belly scattered with black curls. Next he unbuckled his belt. It
whooshed as he drew it out of his belt loops. From out of nowhere
came the thought of that belt laying stinging trails of pain across
my bottom.
He
heard my gasp and grinned at me. “Not tonight, sweet. Your ass
already looks like raw hamburger.” He unzipped his trousers and
pushed them down over his lean hips. His cock arched up from his
groin, straining toward the ceiling. Oh,
God! Saliva gathered in my mouth. I stared at the fat rod of flesh
bobbing up and down each time he moved. I was dying to run my tongue
along the veined shaft and across the rosy bulb. He came to stand
beside the bed, that sumptuous cock inches from my fingers. I wanted
to grab him, squeeze him, stroke him until he showered me with his
sticky jism. His eyes stopped me. “Don’t
forget, girl. I’m in charge here.” “Yes,
sir. I know.” “Good.
Now put your hands over your head and grab hold of the bars.” The
headboard of the colonial style maple bed featured ranks of vertical
wooden spindles. “Are
you going to tie me up?” I couldn’t believe what I was saying.
Everything was happening so fast. I was driving on the freeway
without brakes, my own perverse desires looming up and rushing by as
I sped along. I
knew he read the naked desire in my face. He chose not to mock me. “No.
I want to see if you can be still, without being bound. Can you do
that for me?” “Yes,”
I whispered, wondering if I really could.
“Tonight
I just want to use you, to fuck you. To see just what kind of a slut
you are.”
He
climbed on the bed and nudged my thighs apart with his own. His cock
gleamed like a rod of steel. He rubbed the knob back and forth in the
slick groove of my pussy. I arched and ground myself against him, the
movements waking echoes of his spanking.* “No!”
He clamped his nails around my nipple. “Ow!”
“I
want you to lie still, as if you were bound, or drugged. No squirming
around. No trying to come. You’ll come, I promise—I said you
deserved a reward—but only when I want you to do so. Do you agree?” Strange
emotion welled up, tightening my chest. I could only nod. “Trust
me, little one. I won’t hurt you. Well, not much. Not more than you
can bear. In return, I’ll lead you into a whole new world of
pleasure.” I
gripped the wooden bars, watching him smooth a condom over the
rampant length of that gorgeous cock. My pussy twitched and wept. I
wanted him so badly I was ready to cry. Even more, though, I wanted
to show him that I could obey. Geoffrey
positioned himself between my splayed thighs. “Remember, Sarah,”
he said. “Be still.” Then he rammed his cock all the way into my
cunt in one fierce stroke. The
force drove the breath from my lungs. The fullness made me suck the
air back in. If I hadn’t been so wet, he would have torn me apart,
but as it was my flesh parted for him as though sliced open. My
pussy clenched reflexively around his invading bulk, but otherwise I
managed to avoid moving. His eyes, locked with mine, told me he
approved. His hardness pressed against my engorged clit. A climax
loomed, then faded away as he kept me there, motionless, pinned to
the bed. He
pulled mostly out. My hungry cunt fluttered, empty for an instant. He
drove back into me, harder than before. I strained against the bars,
struggling not to jerk and writhe as his cock plunged in and out of
my cunt like a pile-driver.
God,
it felt good! His roughness somehow heightened the pleasure. I was
his, to use and abuse. His fuck toy, as he had said. At that moment,
that was all I wanted to be.
Buy
Links
Kinky
Literature –
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Amazon
US
– https://www.amazon.com/dp/B092VYT8DN
Amazon
UK
– https://www.amazon.co.th/dp/B092VYT8DN
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– https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1080182
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and
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–
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Blurb
Monday, May 10, 2021
"Trust me, little one..." #MFRWsteam #BDSMEroticRomance #LustyMonthOfMay
Sunday, January 17, 2021
Out today! Sizzling new BDSM erotic romance! #NewRelease #FemDom #KinkCommunity
Check out my latest erotic romance, Mastering Maya. It hits the virtual shelves today, at Amazon, BN, Kobo, Smashwords and most other online bookstores!
How much heat will it take to melt the Ice Queen?
Mistress Maya’s precise discipline and unshakable self-possession are legendary in the Boston kink community. Newcomer Dom Shark is fascinated by her beauty and power from the moment he sees her flogging a sub at Club Inferno. Behind the Ice Queen’s mask of perfect control, he senses a spirit aching to submit. He's determined to break through her defenses and bring her the same release she grants to the lucky slaves she tops.
When
Maya dismisses Master Shark as young and inexperienced, he offers her
a challenge: a night together, during which he'll show her what it
means to be mastered. If he fails to bring her to new heights of
bliss, he agrees to become her slave.
Can he make Maya trust him enough to surrender? Or will the flawless, untouchable dominatrix take possession of his body as well as his heart?
Note: This book was previously published by Totally Bound. It has been revised, expanded and re-edited for this release.
Excerpt
“Who the hell is she?”
The crack of the Domme’s single-tail whip punctuated Stephen’s question. Her gleaming black hair swung in time with the steady strokes she layered on her bound victim’s naked back. Dancing around the flogging bench like a ballerina, she brought the leather thong down on the still-unmarked areas of skin with astonishing grace and precision. The brawny blond man stretched lengthwise along the padded trestle jerked each time the whip found its mark. The sub’s gag effectively muffled any vocal reaction, but Stephen had a clear view of his engorged cock poking through the hole in the bench. Pre-cum slicked the shaft. Meanwhile, the blond man’s buttocks clenched around the plug embedded in his anus each time the Domme’s lash struck. Obviously, the sub was enjoying the woman’s expert beating.
It was the woman who held Stephen’s attention, though. Her simple, severe outfit—a white crêpe blouse, narrow navy skirt and broad belt—highlighted her lush curves. The half-buttoned top revealed the shadowed valley between her breasts. As she traveled from one side of the bench to the other, seeking the optimal angle for her next stroke, he noticed the slit in her skirt, facilitating her movements but also offering glimpses of creamy thigh.
His own cock swelled in his tight leather trousers, but not because of her extraordinary body. Stephen—Master Shark, as he was called by others in the lifestyle—had known many beautiful women, in the most intimate of senses. No, her face—her expression—was what transfixed him, making his balls ache and his palms itch to stroke and slap that ripe flesh. She wore a look of utter calm and total concentration, even as she brought the lash down with increasing ferocity. Only her eyes betrayed her excitement. As she applied the whip to the sub’s reddening backside, she did not smile. He saw none of the manic glee he felt when administering a flogging. Her self-control was absolute.
“The Ice Queen,” his friend Tom—Master Thomas—replied to his almost-forgotten question. “Amazing, isn’t she?”
“The Ice Queen? That’s her scene name?”
The woman paused to murmur in the sub’s ear and gently knead his crimson butt. He shook his head, clearly indicating that he wanted more. For the first time, her lovely mouth curved into the ghost of a smile. Stationing herself where the sub could see her, she unfastened her blouse one slow button at a time and slipped it off her shoulders. Now Stephen could see the rise and fall of her breathing—so her exertion had taken some toll, at least—and the dark nipples peeking through her white lace bra. The Domme was aroused after all, despite her impassive demeanor.
Her mini-striptease had the desired effect. The naked yearning in the shackled man’s face made Stephen grin. His own imprisoned erection throbbed, mirroring the sub’s urgency.
“No, no, that’s just her nickname. No one would dare call Maya that to her face. But you can see where it comes from.”
Stephen inclined his head in silent assent, watching as the kinky scene continued to unfold.
Buy Links
Kinky Literature – https://www.kinkyliterature.com/book/8574-mastering-maya-a-bdsm-erotic-romance/
Amazon US – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08SKJQFZ8
Amazon UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B08SKJQFZ8
Smashwords – https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1063272
Barnes and Noble – https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/mastering-maya-lisabet-sarai/1138601539?ean=2940164780654
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Tuesday, September 1, 2020
A summertime passion play - #MFRWAuthor #MFRWHooks #Dominance
Welcome to this week’s edition of Marketing for Romance Book Hooks. It’s still summer, so I’m sharing a bit from my erotic romance The Understudy, which is set among the players at a summer stock theater in the scenic hills of western Massachusetts.
When you’ve sampled my Book Hook, I hope you’ll visit the other authors participating in today’s hop. You’ll find their links at the end of my post.
Is
there a future in playing stand-in to a slave?
Sarah
Gladstone was thrilled to be offered her first real acting job at the
Berks Summer Playhouse. She never expected to be working with theatre
legend Geoffrey Hart. The charismatic actor quickly brings her under
his spell, not to mention his control, as he initiates her into the
dark delights of BDSM. He offers her far more than physical pleasure;
they share a level of intimacy and trust beyond anything Sarah could
have imagined.
According to the rumours, though, Geoff's heart is taken. Renowned actress Anne Merrill, his long time partner and submissive lover, has severed their relationship and Hart has escaped to the Berkshires to lick his emotional wounds. With her youth, inexperience, and girl-next-door persona, Sarah knows that she can't compete with the glamorous theatre veteran. She fears that she's just a substitute for the real object of Geoff's affections. As he draws her deeper into his intoxicating games of dominance and submission, Sarah wonders if she's willing to settle for the role of understudy in this perverse passion play.
The Hook
“It’s him!” Adele tugged at my shirt, almost hard enough to tear it. “Look, Sarah!” She pointed to the shiny black Lincoln cruising around the corner. “I still can’t believe it! We’re really going to have a chance to work with Geoffrey Hart!” The wooden porch shook as my friend literally jumped up and down with excitement. Adele’s temperament matched her fiery hair.
Of course my own heart beat faster than normal as the town car approached the inn at a sedate pace. Geoffrey Hart was a legend in American theatre. Since his first appearance off-Broadway ten years earlier, he had won every award in the world of drama. He’d played every prestigious role from Oedipus to Willy Loman. One summer in Central Park I’d seen him as both Hamlet and King Lear. He was astonishing, equally convincing as the callow, indecisive university student and the bitter, world-weary old man. His magical voice, full of nuance and music, reached the back row without amplification. His body language was eloquent with emotion. In both plays, he’d made me cry. His performances were an inspiration, one of the things that finally made me settle on drama—much to my parent’s chagrin.
I’d been thrilled when the Berk Hills Playhouse offered me a place for the summer. I never in a million years expected that I’d meet the man who had been such a role model.
But why on earth was he coming here, to a little summer stock theatre in the rural hills of western Massachusetts? The last news I saw, he was lead actor and part owner of the Gotham Repertory Company. What could possibly have induced him to abandon the city for the sticks?
“I heard that he broke up with Anne Merrill,” said Adele, sotto voce, as if she’d read my mind. “She dumped him. He’s come out here to the country to lick his wounds.”
“What? Who told you that?” I recalled the actor’s handsome face and imposing presence. It was hard to believe someone would dump him—he seemed like the type to do the dumping.
“I can’t reveal my sources.” Adele’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “But the word is that his heart is broken.”
“Oh come on!” I just couldn’t imagine someone like Hart moping about a woman. “Seriously?”
“I wouldn’t lie to you, would I?” She put her arm around my shoulders and gave me a quick hug. “And that’s not all. There are rumours about their relationship—that it was, well, kinky, if you know what I mean. According to the grapevine, she wasn’t just his girlfriend. She was also his slave.”
“Please! You shouldn’t believe every bit of gossip you hear.”
“I’m just saying…”
“Shush! They’re here.”
The town car slid to a silent stop in front of the steps. The uniformed driver opened the back door, then stood back to let his passenger alight. For a long moment nothing happened—like the suspense before the curtain rises. I realised I was holding my breath.
A pair of long legs clad in black emerged from the shadowy interior. A lean torso followed, wearing a white shirt open at the neck under a black jacket. Finally, I could see his face.
Up close—he stood no more than a dozen yards from us—he looked more rugged and less refined than he had seemed on stage. Thick black hair curled above a noble forehead. I had a sudden, almost irresistible urge to bury my fingers in those lustrous waves. He had a Mediterranean complexion and a proud nose with a slight hook. I remembered reading that he was part Armenian and part Italian, despite his British stage name. His square jaw suggested stubbornness, his wide mouth and full lips, sensuality. His eyes were set deep under well-shaped, somewhat bushy brows.
He turned those dark eyes on me and I felt suddenly faint. They were the eyes of a predator sizing up his prey. His lips twisted into a half smile, displaying his pearly teeth. I wanted to run, but I was rooted to the spot. My cheeks burned. Sweat gathered under my arms. I realised my nipples were hard, pressing painfully against the constraining fabric of my bra, and I said a silent prayer of thanks that I’d at least worn a bra today. At least he couldn’t see those brazen nubs. The way he looked at me, though, with that focused, cruel attention, made me feel completely naked.
Buy The Understudy
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B005CQP77I/
BN: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-understudy-lisabet-sarai/1106799949
Totally Bound: https://www.totallybound.com/index.php?route=product/product&product_id=1175
Be sure to check out the other authors participating in today’s Book Hooks!
Tuesday, July 7, 2020
“This is a hardware store, after all...” #MFRWsteam #MFRWOrg #Giveaway
Wednesday, June 10, 2020
Nothing fake about your surrender - #MFRWHooks #EroticRomance #PNR
