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BDSM TAPAS ANYONE?
Here's and excerpt OF RELUCTANT SURRENDER. To set this up, Ethan's explaining to Colin the rules of the BDSM Tapas scenes he's planned for her. Here's the two of them going into the first scene...
COLIN RENEAUX
ETHAN WHITE
“Colin?”
She hated that his tone was calm and reasonable.
“Look at me.”
How could she refuse? Tilting her chin up, she stared right at him. “Yes?”
“Are you saying no because you’ve tried it and didn’t like it?”
She wasn’t going to lie to him. Even though every fiber in her being wanted to because a lie in this instance would be so much easier than the truth, she couldn’t. “I have never tried it, nor do I care to.”
“Let’s see about that, shall we? Second rule, are you ready?”
She knew what he was doing. Pushing ahead. This was probably a good thing, given that she was ready to run, so she wasn’t going to complain.
“You have to share information with me. Give me feedback and speak truthfully about the experience afterward.”
That didn’t sound too hard. She let go of her grip on the chair and was just settling back when he added, “No matter what.”
If he was trying to freak her out it was working. “Are you purposely trying to scare me?”
“No. Just the opposite. I want you informed, capable and ready to explore. Are there any things you’ve tried before and you don’t like? Anything that’s been done to you that instantly turned you off?”
She didn’t realize she was drumming her index finger on the chair arm until she noticed him staring at it. Meh, he could have been staring at her leg that was crossed over her other one, because that was bopping up and down too.
“Colin?”
She stilled and a spurt of nervous adrenaline made her confess. “I’m not going to spank you, even if you have a blindfold on. And I don’t like pretending to be a parent. I’m not anyone’s mother, okay?”
“I’m relieved to hear that.”
“What? That I don’t have any children?”
“No, that you don’t want to spank or blindfold me. That would be a deal breaker.” He gave her a pointed look. “You do realize that.”
Searching his face, she let out a breath. “So you never want a woman to do those things to you?” He shook his head. “Never?” He continued shaking his head. “Ever? Wow.”
“That surprises you?”
“Yeah, because John said all guys liked these kinds of things so I just assumed.”
“Are you disappointed?”
Hardly, it was more like impressed. Just the thought that there were guys out there who didn’t ever want a woman to baby them was encouraging.
“No I’m relieved.”
“I’m glad.” He stood and offered her his hand. “Let’s begin.” Walking her to the door, he explained, “You’re going to go out into the hall and stand there. I want you to slowly count to a hundred. When you reach a hundred take three deep breaths and then knock on the door. I’ll say ‘you may come in’ and once back inside here I want you to listen to what I’m saying and I want you to put yourself in a place—a believable place—where you can react to the situation I create. You need to relax and let your imagination take over. Okay?”
“I’ve done this before.”
“What did I say about rolling your eyes?”
Realizing her attempt to be cute was a bust, she swallowed. “Sorry.”
“I won’t tolerate that kind of behavior here. It ruins it for me.”
Hearing that, she wanted to crawl under a rock. Her stomach somersaulted and she nodded. She’d try. For him. So when he left her standing in the hallway counting out a hundred, she concentrated on keeping her nerves in check. She’d almost lost her count twice because all she could think about was how boring and stupid those playacting scenes were with John. Would this scenario Ethan called a scene wreck how she felt around him? She really liked the sexual hum she’d been experiencing since meeting him and she didn’t want to lose it. Not yet.
A hundred.
Three deep breaths later she knocked.
“Come in.”
She fully expected him to be sitting behind his desk, ready to be the bossy-boss to her meek little secretary. She should have known better.
“Sit down, Ms. Reneaux.”
He hadn’t turned around. He stood with his back to her, staring up at the twin Irish setters in the painting over the fireplace. Boy he had a nice butt. She wasn’t going to examine those broad shoulders. They always made her sigh.
Figuring this was her move, she seated herself and asked, “You wanted to see me?”
“Yes I did.” He spun around to face her. “I know what you’ve done.” He started to come toward her and then veered off. Twisting to look over her shoulder, she saw him go to the door and lock it.
“I haven’t done anything.”
“Security tapes don’t lie, Ms. Reneaux. I saw you take that portable scanner. I know how hard times are getting, but that was company property.” He stood close, just behind her and made a tsk, tsk sound.
“I didn’t steal it.” She scooted forward in her seat to get some distance between them. “I borrowed it. Just for the night. I brought it back the next day, you can check.”
Suddenly this game was looking up. If she paid attention, maybe she could outsmart him. “A lot of things have gone missing in my company lately.” He put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed. “Computers, scanners, security tapes…possibly even the one that proves you returned the item. Not that the return cleans the slate by any means.”
Darn, he was good. “I’m sorry. I wouldn’t have taken the machine home if I had enough time to finish scanning all those copies for you during regular work hours. If you’d given me the extension like I asked for I wouldn’t have—”
“And why do you think I didn’t give you enough time to do your work, Ms. Reneaux?” He let go of her shoulder and came around, leaning his hip against the desk. “No ideas? Can’t you guess?” He stared right at her. Heating her up until she shivered.
“No.”
“Undo your blouse.”
“What? I will not.” Automatically her hand went to her collar and she shot back in the chair.
“Undo it.” His voice was steady. His eyes penetrating.
The game had taken a turn and she had a choice to make. Either she relaxed and went with it or—
“Ms. Reneaux?”
She never took her eyes off him. Undoing the buttons, she shook her hair behind her shoulders and let the blouse slide off to pool around her bottom. “Happy?”
“I will be.” He crossed his arms over his chest and ordered, “Now the bra.”
She made as if she were going to comply and then stopped. “You know that I returned that scanner.”
He didn’t blink. “Yes, but no one else does. So, if you want to keep your job with the company you’ll take off that bra. Now. Without complaining.”
She blushed, averted her gaze and reached for the clasp at her back.
“Look at me, Ms. Reneaux.”
“I—”
“Shhh, keep your eyes on me. That’s right. Take off the bra and starting tomorrow I want you to wear only ones that do up at the front. I prefer cream color over white. It will go better with your skin tone.” His eyes roamed over her, appraising her. “I think a lace push-up would suit you. Eyes on me and take it off.”
The clasp undid with a snap and her arms locked against her rib cage, catching the sides of it before it fell forward.
“Come on. Don’t get shy on me now,” he whispered. Coming away from the desk he towered over her. “Do you like what you see, Ms. Reneaux?”
Ugh. Caught eyeing the growing bulge in his pants, what could she say? She was just ready to tell him her gaze had been locked on the floor when he smiled. A real sinful smile that melted her fears and stroked her from the inside out, causing her to boldly change her planned answer. “Yes.”
“Give me the bra.”
She hunched her shoulders and let it slip down her arms. Carefully she folded it before she handed it over.
“Now the shirt.”
The second she gave it to him she was utterly conscious of her partial nudity. Totally aware that her breasts were tight and heavy. That her nipples had hardened to stony peaks while the sexual hum played a fine tune, zinging in her belly and lower, making the muscles between her legs clench and squeeze in anticipation.
He went around the desk and sat. “Gather your hair in a ponytail with both hands and twist it up.”
She was halfway through doing as he asked and realized how vulnerable and open this position made her. There was no way to accomplish the task and maintain any modesty.
“You have beautiful breasts, Ms. Reneaux. Round and full. No, keep your arms up. I want to look at your tits.”
She was sure she was blushing right down to her navel.
“Even your nipples are gorgeous. Small and tight.” His chair creaked and she shivered. “They’re a delectable peach color. I’m going to enjoy them.”
She closed her eyes and when she opened them, he was right in front of her. “You can put your arms down now.” He helped her and took his time tucking her springy curls behind her ears. “So soft,” he murmured, dragging the backs of his knuckles across one breast, down into the valley and up over the other one. “So pretty.”
He paid close attention to one breast. Rubbing, plucking and pulling at her nipple until her insides turned to jelly and she wished he’d kiss her or touch her more. “I think you like this, Ms. Reneaux.” He gently tugged once, twice, on her nipple and her toes curled inside her shoes. “Too bad I don’t have more time today to see just how much you like it. Here.” He handed her the blouse. “You can put this back on, but I’m keeping the bra.”
She wasn’t going to question him. She was hot, flustered and ashamed of herself because somewhere along the line she crossed it and this wasn’t a game to her anymore. Nope, she truly wished in her heart of hearts, that she was the Ms. Reneaux who stole the scanner with a hunky boss ready to blackmail her for sex because of it.
“I better go.” Her voice sounded husky. Low. Unsure. “Please.”
He leaned down. His mouth was at her ear as he said, “I want you to buy a new bra. One that does up at the front. Just as I told you. Cream. Lace. Push-up. I also want you to buy a new lipstick. A red one. Bright red, Ms. Reneaux.” He rubbed his cheek against the side of her head and she almost fainted. Her heart skittered and raced. “I want you to wear that lipstick every day. For me. As a reminder that your lips no longer belong to you. I own that mouth now. And soon, very soon, I’ll show you how I intend to put it to good use. Frequent use. I can’t wait.” He expelled a sigh that rocketed though her so fast she was glad she was seated.
“Go on, little girl. Go back to work.”
The moment he moved, giving her room, she shot up. She was nearly to the door when he called, “It might be prudent to buy the cream lace panties that go with the bra. You don’t want to disappoint me tomorrow, do you?”
Here's a excerpt of my next "Surrender" story, REQUIRED SURRENDER
COLIN RENEAUX
ETHAN WHITE
“Colin?”
She hated that his tone was calm and reasonable.
“Look at me.”
How could she refuse? Tilting her chin up, she stared right at him. “Yes?”
“Are you saying no because you’ve tried it and didn’t like it?”
She wasn’t going to lie to him. Even though every fiber in her being wanted to because a lie in this instance would be so much easier than the truth, she couldn’t. “I have never tried it, nor do I care to.”
“Let’s see about that, shall we? Second rule, are you ready?”
She knew what he was doing. Pushing ahead. This was probably a good thing, given that she was ready to run, so she wasn’t going to complain.
“You have to share information with me. Give me feedback and speak truthfully about the experience afterward.”
That didn’t sound too hard. She let go of her grip on the chair and was just settling back when he added, “No matter what.”
If he was trying to freak her out it was working. “Are you purposely trying to scare me?”
“No. Just the opposite. I want you informed, capable and ready to explore. Are there any things you’ve tried before and you don’t like? Anything that’s been done to you that instantly turned you off?”
She didn’t realize she was drumming her index finger on the chair arm until she noticed him staring at it. Meh, he could have been staring at her leg that was crossed over her other one, because that was bopping up and down too.
“Colin?”
She stilled and a spurt of nervous adrenaline made her confess. “I’m not going to spank you, even if you have a blindfold on. And I don’t like pretending to be a parent. I’m not anyone’s mother, okay?”
“I’m relieved to hear that.”
“What? That I don’t have any children?”
“No, that you don’t want to spank or blindfold me. That would be a deal breaker.” He gave her a pointed look. “You do realize that.”
Searching his face, she let out a breath. “So you never want a woman to do those things to you?” He shook his head. “Never?” He continued shaking his head. “Ever? Wow.”
“That surprises you?”
“Yeah, because John said all guys liked these kinds of things so I just assumed.”
“Are you disappointed?”
Hardly, it was more like impressed. Just the thought that there were guys out there who didn’t ever want a woman to baby them was encouraging.
“No I’m relieved.”
“I’m glad.” He stood and offered her his hand. “Let’s begin.” Walking her to the door, he explained, “You’re going to go out into the hall and stand there. I want you to slowly count to a hundred. When you reach a hundred take three deep breaths and then knock on the door. I’ll say ‘you may come in’ and once back inside here I want you to listen to what I’m saying and I want you to put yourself in a place—a believable place—where you can react to the situation I create. You need to relax and let your imagination take over. Okay?”
“I’ve done this before.”
“What did I say about rolling your eyes?”
Realizing her attempt to be cute was a bust, she swallowed. “Sorry.”
“I won’t tolerate that kind of behavior here. It ruins it for me.”
Hearing that, she wanted to crawl under a rock. Her stomach somersaulted and she nodded. She’d try. For him. So when he left her standing in the hallway counting out a hundred, she concentrated on keeping her nerves in check. She’d almost lost her count twice because all she could think about was how boring and stupid those playacting scenes were with John. Would this scenario Ethan called a scene wreck how she felt around him? She really liked the sexual hum she’d been experiencing since meeting him and she didn’t want to lose it. Not yet.
A hundred.
Three deep breaths later she knocked.
“Come in.”
She fully expected him to be sitting behind his desk, ready to be the bossy-boss to her meek little secretary. She should have known better.
“Sit down, Ms. Reneaux.”
He hadn’t turned around. He stood with his back to her, staring up at the twin Irish setters in the painting over the fireplace. Boy he had a nice butt. She wasn’t going to examine those broad shoulders. They always made her sigh.
Figuring this was her move, she seated herself and asked, “You wanted to see me?”
“Yes I did.” He spun around to face her. “I know what you’ve done.” He started to come toward her and then veered off. Twisting to look over her shoulder, she saw him go to the door and lock it.
“I haven’t done anything.”
“Security tapes don’t lie, Ms. Reneaux. I saw you take that portable scanner. I know how hard times are getting, but that was company property.” He stood close, just behind her and made a tsk, tsk sound.
“I didn’t steal it.” She scooted forward in her seat to get some distance between them. “I borrowed it. Just for the night. I brought it back the next day, you can check.”
Suddenly this game was looking up. If she paid attention, maybe she could outsmart him. “A lot of things have gone missing in my company lately.” He put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed. “Computers, scanners, security tapes…possibly even the one that proves you returned the item. Not that the return cleans the slate by any means.”
Darn, he was good. “I’m sorry. I wouldn’t have taken the machine home if I had enough time to finish scanning all those copies for you during regular work hours. If you’d given me the extension like I asked for I wouldn’t have—”
“And why do you think I didn’t give you enough time to do your work, Ms. Reneaux?” He let go of her shoulder and came around, leaning his hip against the desk. “No ideas? Can’t you guess?” He stared right at her. Heating her up until she shivered.
“No.”
“Undo your blouse.”
“What? I will not.” Automatically her hand went to her collar and she shot back in the chair.
“Undo it.” His voice was steady. His eyes penetrating.
The game had taken a turn and she had a choice to make. Either she relaxed and went with it or—
“Ms. Reneaux?”
She never took her eyes off him. Undoing the buttons, she shook her hair behind her shoulders and let the blouse slide off to pool around her bottom. “Happy?”
“I will be.” He crossed his arms over his chest and ordered, “Now the bra.”
She made as if she were going to comply and then stopped. “You know that I returned that scanner.”
He didn’t blink. “Yes, but no one else does. So, if you want to keep your job with the company you’ll take off that bra. Now. Without complaining.”
She blushed, averted her gaze and reached for the clasp at her back.
“Look at me, Ms. Reneaux.”
“I—”
“Shhh, keep your eyes on me. That’s right. Take off the bra and starting tomorrow I want you to wear only ones that do up at the front. I prefer cream color over white. It will go better with your skin tone.” His eyes roamed over her, appraising her. “I think a lace push-up would suit you. Eyes on me and take it off.”
The clasp undid with a snap and her arms locked against her rib cage, catching the sides of it before it fell forward.
“Come on. Don’t get shy on me now,” he whispered. Coming away from the desk he towered over her. “Do you like what you see, Ms. Reneaux?”
Ugh. Caught eyeing the growing bulge in his pants, what could she say? She was just ready to tell him her gaze had been locked on the floor when he smiled. A real sinful smile that melted her fears and stroked her from the inside out, causing her to boldly change her planned answer. “Yes.”
“Give me the bra.”
She hunched her shoulders and let it slip down her arms. Carefully she folded it before she handed it over.
“Now the shirt.”
The second she gave it to him she was utterly conscious of her partial nudity. Totally aware that her breasts were tight and heavy. That her nipples had hardened to stony peaks while the sexual hum played a fine tune, zinging in her belly and lower, making the muscles between her legs clench and squeeze in anticipation.
He went around the desk and sat. “Gather your hair in a ponytail with both hands and twist it up.”
She was halfway through doing as he asked and realized how vulnerable and open this position made her. There was no way to accomplish the task and maintain any modesty.
“You have beautiful breasts, Ms. Reneaux. Round and full. No, keep your arms up. I want to look at your tits.”
She was sure she was blushing right down to her navel.
“Even your nipples are gorgeous. Small and tight.” His chair creaked and she shivered. “They’re a delectable peach color. I’m going to enjoy them.”
She closed her eyes and when she opened them, he was right in front of her. “You can put your arms down now.” He helped her and took his time tucking her springy curls behind her ears. “So soft,” he murmured, dragging the backs of his knuckles across one breast, down into the valley and up over the other one. “So pretty.”
He paid close attention to one breast. Rubbing, plucking and pulling at her nipple until her insides turned to jelly and she wished he’d kiss her or touch her more. “I think you like this, Ms. Reneaux.” He gently tugged once, twice, on her nipple and her toes curled inside her shoes. “Too bad I don’t have more time today to see just how much you like it. Here.” He handed her the blouse. “You can put this back on, but I’m keeping the bra.”
She wasn’t going to question him. She was hot, flustered and ashamed of herself because somewhere along the line she crossed it and this wasn’t a game to her anymore. Nope, she truly wished in her heart of hearts, that she was the Ms. Reneaux who stole the scanner with a hunky boss ready to blackmail her for sex because of it.
“I better go.” Her voice sounded husky. Low. Unsure. “Please.”
He leaned down. His mouth was at her ear as he said, “I want you to buy a new bra. One that does up at the front. Just as I told you. Cream. Lace. Push-up. I also want you to buy a new lipstick. A red one. Bright red, Ms. Reneaux.” He rubbed his cheek against the side of her head and she almost fainted. Her heart skittered and raced. “I want you to wear that lipstick every day. For me. As a reminder that your lips no longer belong to you. I own that mouth now. And soon, very soon, I’ll show you how I intend to put it to good use. Frequent use. I can’t wait.” He expelled a sigh that rocketed though her so fast she was glad she was seated.
“Go on, little girl. Go back to work.”
The moment he moved, giving her room, she shot up. She was nearly to the door when he called, “It might be prudent to buy the cream lace panties that go with the bra. You don’t want to disappoint me tomorrow, do you?”
Here's a excerpt of my next "Surrender" story, REQUIRED SURRENDER
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SOON TO BE RELEASED "REQUIRED SURRENDER" published by ELLORA'S CAVE!
Okay, for those of you who don't know, this is my next hero. Scrumptious, right? :) I've completed the sequel to Reluctant Surrender and just to drive y'all nuts I've titled it Required Surrender
. This is the story of Dom, Ted Basel (The Disciplinarian), and his ever so feisty heroine, Jo (Josephine Nehr). I fell in love with these guys from page one. He's tough and she's stubborn, so if you like a lot of fireworks and sizzle? These are the characters for you. I truly hated. HATED to say goodbye to them. *sigh* But I had to because this book will be published by Ellora's Cave in the New Year.
I should have a definitive release date shortly. When I do I'll post it.
Here is my hero Ted
This is pretty straight forward but to set this up, Ted and Jo are finally clashing in a battle of wills. Someone is going to win. I bet you can't guess who comes out on top. No seriously. Think about that because it may not be the hero. ;)
“So leave.”
“W-what?”
“Go before I change my mind.” He wrapped his hands around hers and forced her to let go of him. When she did he gave her a gentle shove creating a distance between them. He had to. She smelled of apples. Fresh, crisp and tart Macintosh apples. His favorite. Too bad he couldn’t take a bite out of her. The thought that he wanted to prompted him to step back. She noticed because she immediately latched onto his retreat.
“Just like that?” Coming forward, she snapped her fingers under his nose and he had to muster all the strength he had not to grab that hand and use it to pull her and her belligerent ass across his lap for the spanking she so richly deserved. “I’ll go when I’m damn good and ready to go. Right after you apologize to me.”
This time there was no turning the other cheek. The challenge had to be met. “You sacrifice much. Take now for instance. I’m offering you the chance to simply leave and instead you’re hoping to save face by seeking an apology from me?”
“Yeah, well,” She wasn’t paying him any mind as she adjusted her blouse sleeve in a totally dismissive manner. “You sound like Yoda on steroids. Sacrifice much,” she mocked. “What a stupid thing to say.”
“Did you really hear the words?”
Now she looked at him. “Of course, I just repeated them, didn’t I?”
He took a deep breath and clasped his hands behind his back. With his hands in this position, it lessened the chance he’d do what he had a hankering to do and wring her lovely neck. “Yes, you did repeat them, but did you understand them?”
She glared and crossed her arms. “Are you going to apologize to me or what?”
“Or what.”
She frowned and tapped her foot several times. “Or what, what?”
“Nothing,” he said. Unclasping his hands, he walked forward and forward some more, until she was walking backwards. Banging into a chair, bumping her knee against a table just before her ass met the wainscoting which made her yelp. When she quieted he added, “Just.” He brought his arms up caging her in. “Or.” He curled down over her. “What.”
“Move.” She tried to slide right, he wouldn’t let her. “I said move.” She attempted an escape going left, but he stopped her.
“You asked me a question and I answered it. Since I’m not going to apologize there’s only ‘or what’ left for me to do.”
She flattened herself against the wall trim and when she looked up he hissed in a breath. There wasn’t a drop of fear to be found in her large eyes. They shone with a confidence that nearly undid him. Hell, he was trying to intimidate her, he should be pissed she was resisting his every attempt and yet, oddly he was emphatically turned on by her coolness. Somewhere in the back of his mind the voice of reason that always stood him in good stead, warned. “Back off. Let her go. Apologize even.”
Him apologize to her? Yeah, he would. Right after he single-handedly negotiated world peace and stopped to collect his pot of gold from the little green guy at the end of the rainbow.
“So do it.”
His heart beat sped and that wave of adrenaline once again, pulsed to life inside him. Dom mode was revving. “You don’t mean that.”
“I do, but I’m warning you, I don’t fight fair. Especially when my opponent has a huge size advantage over me.”
He waited for her to blink and when she did he scooped her up, cradling her as he pinned her arms and legs against him.
“You rotten mother-fucker. Put me down.”
“No.” He stalked to the door and called, “Decklan?”
The door swung open, “Yes sir?”
“I’ve had a look at the signed release and since there have been no other takers, I’ll be bringing Ms. Nehr to the rodeo suite myself. Please let her friends know she’s in good hands.”
“You Goddamn, mother-fucking, asshole, dickwad with half a brain. Put me down.”
She was quite a handful. Stronger than he expected and her language? “Before I take her upstairs do you mind?” He caught Decklan’s attention and nodded toward his desk.
“Sir?”
“My tie’s in the top right-hand drawer. Gag her for me.”
(end of excerpt)
Below I've chose a scene from each of my other "Surrender" stories. Ones that I like. This first one is in Reclaimed Surrender when Rene owns the week with his wife, Alexis. He’s ready to reclaim her submission in the most devious ways possible. Here he’s just text her to tell her to come home from work. This picks up from her walking through the front door.
Reclaimed Surrender
This is my hero Rene
“Rene?”
“In here.”
Alexis didn’t bother to take her coat off and went directly into the living room. He was there seated on the back of the couch. He had on a pair of faded jeans and a camel-colored turtleneck. The width of his shoulders blocked out her view of the fireplace and once again she marveled at his size. She’d always teased him about it. When she’d first met him she’d joked that he would have made a great Viking, if he didn’t have black hair. At the moment he looked so relaxed, so handsome she almost smiled at him. She probably would have if she hadn’t spied the gauzy thing draped in his hand. “What’s that?”
He held up the little bit of nothing and said, “Your outfit for today. Put it on.”
She wasn’t surprised. She’d been waiting for this. With Rene having carte blanche owning the week as he did, her only surprise was that this bit of dental floss hadn’t come out sooner. But just because she’d been expecting this didn’t mean she was going to agree with what he wanted without even trying to negotiate some quarter in the deal. “I’m not putting that on unless…”
She’d let the words hang in the hopes he’d be drawn in and give up something, but it wasn’t to be. “You are putting it on and there’s no unless about it.”
She shrugged out of her coat and laid it over the couch. “What if I don’t want to?”
“What you want doesn’t matter. This is all about me. So,” he leaned forward and brushed her bangs to one side behind her ear, “here’s your choice. You can either put this on right now without complaint or I will do it for you and you can complain all you want. Pick one.”
“Pick one? Either I do it your way or you make me do it your way. That’s my choice?”
“My week. My rules.”
She tried to stand strong against his “brook no defiance demeanor” and failed miserably. “Fine, but I’d just like to remind you that you’re supposed to be getting back into my good graces and threatening me like this is not a smart place to start. That’s all I’m saying.”
He stood and she was nearly nose to nipple with him. This wasn’t good. She didn’t look up at him. She refused to until he growled, “Careful, Alexis.”
Hating the thrill that coursed through her at his reprimand, she snatched the piece of lingerie from his hand and stepped back. “I’m not the one who’s careless.”
Crap. When she saw his expression darken she wished she could grab those words back. His voice was deathly calm. “I get to be whatever I want this week. Remember that, Alex.”
Swallowing hard to tamp down her fear, she turned away. She intended to go upstairs and change before she said something worse than she already had, but his voice halted her at the bottom step. “Wait.”
She stopped and hoped he’d continue to speak from a distance, but no such luck. He came up right behind her and the heat of his whispered words flooded her ear and drained right down to her center. Crashing in delicious tingles and twangs that made her shiver. “Do you remember what I said about the britches, Alex?”
Nodding, she closed her eyes.
“Good, because for that careless remark they’re coming down. All the way down. Your ten minutes is now eight. Tick-tock.”
(End of excerpt)
Reluctant Surrender
My hero Ethan
This is from Reluctant Surrender when my hero, Ethan, is doing a BDSM tapas scene with my heroine Colin. Think small bites of sexual role playing. In this one he’s her doctor and as you can see she’s not being the perfect patient. :)
"Sure you do. There’s no need to be embarrassed in front of me. I’m your doctor,” he murmured, unclasping her hands and placing them at her sides. “You can tell me anything.”
He lifted her one foot off the other and spread her legs apart. A wicked thrill sizzled along her nerve endings. The butterflies were back to flutter low in her belly and the delicate flesh between her legs got hot and moist. She stared at the corrugated tiles on the ceiling and tried to think of something to say to him. Meh, why not the truth? “I have had this ache lately. It’s been very persistent.”
“I know. I read your chart.” He leaned over her and undid the side tie to her gown. “I need your arms out of this, Ms. Reneaux.”
She shifted and was surprised how careful he was to keep the gown in place over her breasts. The afforded modesty was sexier than if he’d bared her chest.
Slowly he checked her neck, collarbone and each arm. When he was done he looked into her eyes and quietly asked, “How long have you had trouble in the bedroom, Ms. Reneaux? What seems to be the problem? You can tell me.”
Oh, she’d tell him all right. He probably expected her to spill about how horny she was all the time around him. He’d already gotten that out of her, so… “Erectile dysfunction.”
His head was down as he adjusted her gown lower on her breasts, and replied, “ED?” He nodded. “I can help you with that.”
He was still working the edge of the gown down and she automatically grabbed at it, holding it in place as she sputtered, “I-I— It’s not my erectile that’s dysfunctioning. It’s my husband’s and he’s not here today so I really don’t think you can help me.”
“Why?”
She stopped struggling with him and let go of the bunched-up gown. “Why what?”
“Why is his,” he cleared his throat and straightened out the gown edge, “erection dysfunctional?”
“How would I know? Maybe he pulled a groin muscle or something.”
“That’s not how it works, Ms. Reneaux. Let me have a look. Here,” he said. “Take hold of these handles while I do my examination.”
(End of excerpt)
I'm working on a few other projects at the moment so I hope you'll stop by once in a while to check them out. Ooh, and once I have a firm release date with "Required" I'm going to post an audio clip of a SUPER SEXY scene between Ted and Jo. It's narrated by a Dom with the most fantastic voice. I swear. I nearly melted in my desk chair when I heard the scene come to life. I can't wait to share it!
Riley
Here is my hero Ted
This is pretty straight forward but to set this up, Ted and Jo are finally clashing in a battle of wills. Someone is going to win. I bet you can't guess who comes out on top. No seriously. Think about that because it may not be the hero. ;)
“So leave.”
“W-what?”
“Go before I change my mind.” He wrapped his hands around hers and forced her to let go of him. When she did he gave her a gentle shove creating a distance between them. He had to. She smelled of apples. Fresh, crisp and tart Macintosh apples. His favorite. Too bad he couldn’t take a bite out of her. The thought that he wanted to prompted him to step back. She noticed because she immediately latched onto his retreat.
“Just like that?” Coming forward, she snapped her fingers under his nose and he had to muster all the strength he had not to grab that hand and use it to pull her and her belligerent ass across his lap for the spanking she so richly deserved. “I’ll go when I’m damn good and ready to go. Right after you apologize to me.”
This time there was no turning the other cheek. The challenge had to be met. “You sacrifice much. Take now for instance. I’m offering you the chance to simply leave and instead you’re hoping to save face by seeking an apology from me?”
“Yeah, well,” She wasn’t paying him any mind as she adjusted her blouse sleeve in a totally dismissive manner. “You sound like Yoda on steroids. Sacrifice much,” she mocked. “What a stupid thing to say.”
“Did you really hear the words?”
Now she looked at him. “Of course, I just repeated them, didn’t I?”
He took a deep breath and clasped his hands behind his back. With his hands in this position, it lessened the chance he’d do what he had a hankering to do and wring her lovely neck. “Yes, you did repeat them, but did you understand them?”
She glared and crossed her arms. “Are you going to apologize to me or what?”
“Or what.”
She frowned and tapped her foot several times. “Or what, what?”
“Nothing,” he said. Unclasping his hands, he walked forward and forward some more, until she was walking backwards. Banging into a chair, bumping her knee against a table just before her ass met the wainscoting which made her yelp. When she quieted he added, “Just.” He brought his arms up caging her in. “Or.” He curled down over her. “What.”
“Move.” She tried to slide right, he wouldn’t let her. “I said move.” She attempted an escape going left, but he stopped her.
“You asked me a question and I answered it. Since I’m not going to apologize there’s only ‘or what’ left for me to do.”
She flattened herself against the wall trim and when she looked up he hissed in a breath. There wasn’t a drop of fear to be found in her large eyes. They shone with a confidence that nearly undid him. Hell, he was trying to intimidate her, he should be pissed she was resisting his every attempt and yet, oddly he was emphatically turned on by her coolness. Somewhere in the back of his mind the voice of reason that always stood him in good stead, warned. “Back off. Let her go. Apologize even.”
Him apologize to her? Yeah, he would. Right after he single-handedly negotiated world peace and stopped to collect his pot of gold from the little green guy at the end of the rainbow.
“So do it.”
His heart beat sped and that wave of adrenaline once again, pulsed to life inside him. Dom mode was revving. “You don’t mean that.”
“I do, but I’m warning you, I don’t fight fair. Especially when my opponent has a huge size advantage over me.”
He waited for her to blink and when she did he scooped her up, cradling her as he pinned her arms and legs against him.
“You rotten mother-fucker. Put me down.”
“No.” He stalked to the door and called, “Decklan?”
The door swung open, “Yes sir?”
“I’ve had a look at the signed release and since there have been no other takers, I’ll be bringing Ms. Nehr to the rodeo suite myself. Please let her friends know she’s in good hands.”
“You Goddamn, mother-fucking, asshole, dickwad with half a brain. Put me down.”
She was quite a handful. Stronger than he expected and her language? “Before I take her upstairs do you mind?” He caught Decklan’s attention and nodded toward his desk.
“Sir?”
“My tie’s in the top right-hand drawer. Gag her for me.”
(end of excerpt)
Below I've chose a scene from each of my other "Surrender" stories. Ones that I like. This first one is in Reclaimed Surrender when Rene owns the week with his wife, Alexis. He’s ready to reclaim her submission in the most devious ways possible. Here he’s just text her to tell her to come home from work. This picks up from her walking through the front door.
Reclaimed Surrender
This is my hero Rene
“Rene?”
“In here.”
Alexis didn’t bother to take her coat off and went directly into the living room. He was there seated on the back of the couch. He had on a pair of faded jeans and a camel-colored turtleneck. The width of his shoulders blocked out her view of the fireplace and once again she marveled at his size. She’d always teased him about it. When she’d first met him she’d joked that he would have made a great Viking, if he didn’t have black hair. At the moment he looked so relaxed, so handsome she almost smiled at him. She probably would have if she hadn’t spied the gauzy thing draped in his hand. “What’s that?”
He held up the little bit of nothing and said, “Your outfit for today. Put it on.”
She wasn’t surprised. She’d been waiting for this. With Rene having carte blanche owning the week as he did, her only surprise was that this bit of dental floss hadn’t come out sooner. But just because she’d been expecting this didn’t mean she was going to agree with what he wanted without even trying to negotiate some quarter in the deal. “I’m not putting that on unless…”
She’d let the words hang in the hopes he’d be drawn in and give up something, but it wasn’t to be. “You are putting it on and there’s no unless about it.”
She shrugged out of her coat and laid it over the couch. “What if I don’t want to?”
“What you want doesn’t matter. This is all about me. So,” he leaned forward and brushed her bangs to one side behind her ear, “here’s your choice. You can either put this on right now without complaint or I will do it for you and you can complain all you want. Pick one.”
“Pick one? Either I do it your way or you make me do it your way. That’s my choice?”
“My week. My rules.”
She tried to stand strong against his “brook no defiance demeanor” and failed miserably. “Fine, but I’d just like to remind you that you’re supposed to be getting back into my good graces and threatening me like this is not a smart place to start. That’s all I’m saying.”
He stood and she was nearly nose to nipple with him. This wasn’t good. She didn’t look up at him. She refused to until he growled, “Careful, Alexis.”
Hating the thrill that coursed through her at his reprimand, she snatched the piece of lingerie from his hand and stepped back. “I’m not the one who’s careless.”
Crap. When she saw his expression darken she wished she could grab those words back. His voice was deathly calm. “I get to be whatever I want this week. Remember that, Alex.”
Swallowing hard to tamp down her fear, she turned away. She intended to go upstairs and change before she said something worse than she already had, but his voice halted her at the bottom step. “Wait.”
She stopped and hoped he’d continue to speak from a distance, but no such luck. He came up right behind her and the heat of his whispered words flooded her ear and drained right down to her center. Crashing in delicious tingles and twangs that made her shiver. “Do you remember what I said about the britches, Alex?”
Nodding, she closed her eyes.
“Good, because for that careless remark they’re coming down. All the way down. Your ten minutes is now eight. Tick-tock.”
(End of excerpt)
Reluctant Surrender
My hero Ethan
This is from Reluctant Surrender when my hero, Ethan, is doing a BDSM tapas scene with my heroine Colin. Think small bites of sexual role playing. In this one he’s her doctor and as you can see she’s not being the perfect patient. :)
"Sure you do. There’s no need to be embarrassed in front of me. I’m your doctor,” he murmured, unclasping her hands and placing them at her sides. “You can tell me anything.”
He lifted her one foot off the other and spread her legs apart. A wicked thrill sizzled along her nerve endings. The butterflies were back to flutter low in her belly and the delicate flesh between her legs got hot and moist. She stared at the corrugated tiles on the ceiling and tried to think of something to say to him. Meh, why not the truth? “I have had this ache lately. It’s been very persistent.”
“I know. I read your chart.” He leaned over her and undid the side tie to her gown. “I need your arms out of this, Ms. Reneaux.”
She shifted and was surprised how careful he was to keep the gown in place over her breasts. The afforded modesty was sexier than if he’d bared her chest.
Slowly he checked her neck, collarbone and each arm. When he was done he looked into her eyes and quietly asked, “How long have you had trouble in the bedroom, Ms. Reneaux? What seems to be the problem? You can tell me.”
Oh, she’d tell him all right. He probably expected her to spill about how horny she was all the time around him. He’d already gotten that out of her, so… “Erectile dysfunction.”
His head was down as he adjusted her gown lower on her breasts, and replied, “ED?” He nodded. “I can help you with that.”
He was still working the edge of the gown down and she automatically grabbed at it, holding it in place as she sputtered, “I-I— It’s not my erectile that’s dysfunctioning. It’s my husband’s and he’s not here today so I really don’t think you can help me.”
“Why?”
She stopped struggling with him and let go of the bunched-up gown. “Why what?”
“Why is his,” he cleared his throat and straightened out the gown edge, “erection dysfunctional?”
“How would I know? Maybe he pulled a groin muscle or something.”
“That’s not how it works, Ms. Reneaux. Let me have a look. Here,” he said. “Take hold of these handles while I do my examination.”
(End of excerpt)
I'm working on a few other projects at the moment so I hope you'll stop by once in a while to check them out. Ooh, and once I have a firm release date with "Required" I'm going to post an audio clip of a SUPER SEXY scene between Ted and Jo. It's narrated by a Dom with the most fantastic voice. I swear. I nearly melted in my desk chair when I heard the scene come to life. I can't wait to share it!
Riley
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Did I mention that there's a giveaway involved? My new release, Required Surrender is up for grabs. It comes out tomorrow and if you leave me a comment on my blog you'll be entered to win an eBook copy.
Watcha waiting for? :)
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