Excerpt
The last three lashes of the whip striped across her naked back. Molly jerked only a little, moaning softly, hanging limp in the rope tying her hands to the top of the post. Red lines crisscrossed her buttocks and a few places higher up. Waves of her glossy brunette hair clung to her shoulders, shimmering in the yellow light of the electric chandelier dangling from the high ceiling. Her white cotton drawers were pulled to ankle level and long silk ties trailed over her feet.
No blood showed--he’d judged it right. Hard to do sometimes with the whips Smythe provided at his brothel whenright was as delicate a matter as painting a butterfly’s wing. Leonhardt smiled. Molly had a love of the whip and it seemed he’d taken her to exactly the place she wanted to go. Her inner thighs glistened with moisture.
“Molly?” He dropped the whip, stepped up to her and ran his hand down her back, feeling her ribcage move with each pant, tracing the raised lines where he’d laid the leather. Sweat slicked under his hand. She whimpered and flinched at the press of his fingers.
“There, there. Shh.” He kissed her neck and caressed the lines, watching her mouth, the rhythm of her breathing and the other tiny signs that spoke of arousal. When her squeaks changed into soft sighs, the familiar electricity zapped him into higher awareness. He never grew tired of seeing how far he could take a woman.
His cock pressed into his trousers. Every response of her body--every moan and movement, every mark on her skin, made him wish he could record it somehow, a symphony of the whip with her beautiful pain and pleasure written for him to treasure.
He might have asked her if she wanted to come but the mere act of not asking thrilled him more. Making her come, whether she wanted it or not was far better. The slickness between her legs let him glide two fingers into her, exactly as like his cock might enter her. The clench of her hot flesh and her little shudder made him smile. He inhaled her scent while slowly increasing the pumping tempo--in and out, a little faster, a little rougher, a little farther when he pushed hard.
“That’s it Molly. My fingers are inside you. Let me see your pleasure. I can do what I like to you, can’t I?”
“Yes. Yes. Sir. Oh. Sir!” Her words came out harsh and staccato between her squeaks. Her hands twisted in the ropes. “Mmm!”She spread her legs, gasping in time with each moist thrust.
“Yes.” He kissed her neck again while letting his thumb slide in where his fingers had been. Still coated with her juices his fingers made a V either side of her clit, squeezing, slicking to and fro, squeezing again as his thumb took over the pumping rhythm. Screamers were nice but Molly’s ascending high-pitched sounds were more delightful than the loudest of wails.
With his other hand he grabbed the cheek of her bottom and glided his thumb across a raised whip mark on her hot skin.
“Ah, ah, ah. Nooo!” Molly stiffened and shoved her groin into his fingers then shuddered quietly as her orgasm swamped her.
Her head fell back against his shoulder.
Holding her while she calmed was as much a reward as making her come. He loved the curves of an exhausted woman’s body tucked into his.
“Happy?” He held her around the waist and untied the leather strap around her wrists.
“Oh, yes, Mr. Meisner.” Freed at last, Molly turned in his arms and pressed her face into his shirt. “I’d do this for you any day, sir. Wouldna be no need ta pay me, sir.”
“Hmph.” He toyed with her hair. “I’m afraid your employer might have other ideas, miss.”
"Rough Surrender" is released by Loose Id on June 4th and will be available on Amazon, Barnes and Noble and All Romance Ebooks.
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Blurb:
At a time when airplanes are as new-fangled and sensational as the telephone, Faith dares to fly. The one territory she has not explored is her own sexuality. In Leonhardt she discovers the man who can teach her how a woman surrenders her body and her mind. However, Leonhardt has a shadowed past and his own learning to do. He doesn't have the right to keep Faith from flying, even if he thinks airplanes are flimsy death-traps made of canvas, timber and their inventor's prayers.
Faith has her limits, Leonhardt has his flaws, and sometimes the nicest people get murdered by unscrupulous bastards. Even if Leonhardt can save the woman he loves, the battle for Faith’s heart will be the hardest one of all.
WARNING: BDSM, anal sex, orgasms galore, and a Dom who likes to claim his property with pen, ink and bondage.
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