My
BDSM erotica novel The Heart of the Deal is out today at Amazon, Smashwords, Barnes
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This
is a re-edited and revised version of my third novel, originally
entitled Ruby’s Rules. The book has been through several
publishers, but somehow it never really got noticed. Now that I’ve
regained the rights and self-published it, I’m hoping Ruby and Rick will finally get the
attention they deserve!
MF
and FF BDSM erotica – Five flames
HEA
78,000
words
All's
fair
in
lust
and
business
Ruby
Maxwell
Chen,
the lovely
and
ruthless
CEO
of
a
sprawling British
business
empire,
has no qualms about playing dirty – very dirty. She’s happy to
use sex to help her close a deal, especially when she’s the one on
top. Ruby loves the game, and she expects to win. When
she
encounters
the
inexplicably charismatic
American
entrepreneur
Rick
Martell,
though,
she
wonders
if
she
hasn't
finally
met
her
match.
From
the
trendy
clubs
of
London
to
the
Hollywood
Hills,
Ruby
and
Rick
compete
for
ownership
of
a
strategic
factory
in
Malaysia.
As
their
struggle
for
dominance
escalates
and their mutual lust flares,
they
draw
their
employees
and
associates
into
their
outrageous
power
games.
The
stakes
could
scarcely
be
higher,
as
Ruby
and
Rick
play
for
the
ultimate
prize:
a
night
of
total
physical
surrender.
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As
good as I am at this game, I'm finding it difficult. I know,
intellectually, that ignoring her, pretending to honor my promise,
will heighten her frustration and ultimately, weaken her defenses. If
I came on to her, she'd resist. By seeming to hold back, I draw her
to me.
I
can feel the arousal emanating from the trim form strapped into the
seat next to me. Her body language speaks volumes, though she
struggles to silence it. She's dying to have me touch her, or to
touch herself.
The
problem is, I have to struggle myself not to reach for her. I have to
resist this nearly overwhelming urge to slide that designer skirt up
her slim thigh, exposing her smooth flesh. My fingers itch to stretch
across the console and tweak those ripe nipples poking through her
blouse. My half-hard dick presses uncomfortably against my zipper.
I
watch the pavement twisting in front of my hood. I push the roadster
a bit harder. Obedient, she races around the curves, graceful and
powerful. An extension of my body, my will. Ruby's lips are parted.
Her hair has come free from its clasp and flows around her face in
jet waves. I want to control Ruby the same way I control my car. I
want to feel her respond when I press the pedal a bit closer to the
floor.
A
sideways glance tells me that she's looking at me. I risk a few
seconds of inattention to turn and grin at her lasciviously. "Take
off your blouse, Ruby. Go ahead, you know you want to." The wind
tears my words away, but I know she hears me. There's defiance in her
eyes, mixing with the lust. "Come on. I dare you."
A
contest, then. Briefly, emotions war on her face. Her lust wins. She
smiles at me, provocatively.
"Keep
your eyes on the road, Martell. You'll get us killed."
She's
right. I switch my focus a second too late and barely miss grazing
the inside guard rail. When I can afford another look, she's naked to
the waist. Her fingers are torturing her plump, rosy nipples. Even in
that quick instant, it seems that I can see them thicken and grow
darker as blood surges into them.
Now
Ruby cups her flesh in both hands, kneading, stroking. Her breasts
are pale, perfect hemispheres tipped with flame. I would have thought
the wind would blow her scent away, but no, her musk permeates the
open car. My cock stirs and demands to be set free. I look back at
the road, my heart slamming against my ribs as another curve whistles
by.
My
next glance shows me her parted thighs. She fidgets on the leather
upholstery, though her hands are still massaging her tits. Crudely, I
jerk my thumb upwards, then wiggle my middle finger at her.
She
is already pulling up her skirt, not waiting for my suggestion.
Looking me straight in the eye, she spreads her legs wide, pulls her
panties out of the way, and sinks four fingers into her glistening
cunt.
My
dick jerks to full attention. I watch, fascinated, as she grinds
herself feverishly against her hand, pummeling her clit, pinching
those scarlet lips until they are almost purple. Her eyes are shut.
Her back is arched, pelvis thrust forward to provide maximum access.
She's a tiger, tearing at her own flesh in hungry fury. Her scent
rises around us, drowning out the eucalyptus that always lingers in
the southern California air. There's an ache in my chest that mirrors
the one in my cock. I've never wanted anyone so much.
At
the last minute, I swerve, barely avoiding the shiny Cadillac coming
at me from the other direction. Adrenaline courses through me at the
near miss. Ruby doesn't even notice.
There's
a turn-out ahead. Hands shaking, I pull into the semicircular parking
area and shut off the engine. Now I can hear Ruby as well as see and
smell her. She moans and cries as she thrashes around on the seat.
Her mouth is open, her teeth clenched. She sounds as though she is in
pain. Her harsh grunts become rhythmic and rise in pitch as I watch
her ascend the final slope to her climax.
I
stroke myself through my trousers, in time with her climb. I'm back
in control, turned on but pacing myself. I know that I'll get what I
want eventually. Ruby twists and writhes. Both her hands are deep in
her cunt. Her juices run down her wrists. It's unbelievable how hard
she is on herself. I remember her flogger, wish that I had it with me
now. She wouldn't even feel it, but it might help her over.
Then,
without warning, Ruby screams and arches up off the seat. Her whole
body convulses, then abruptly collapses. Little tremors continue to
shake her frame for long minutes. Her eyes are closed; she seems
unconscious.
She
looks fragile, porcelain skin misted with sweat, tangles of hair
stuck to her forehead. I suddenly want to take her in my arms, cradle
her, brush those tangled locks away and kiss her eyelids until she
awakens. At the same time, I have a perverse urge to loose my cock
and sink it into her passive, defenseless flesh. To finally make her
mine.
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