Thursday, 27 March 2014

A Doms' Decision by Raven McAllan

Athol was one of those secondary characters in a book that grabbed me, and it seems my readers. He was funny, compassionate and, oh my, a Dom.
When he first appeared in Master, book one of Dommisimma, he immediately grabbed my attention. Funny, compassionate and oh my, a Dom all right. Someone who could make fun about himself, and admit he'd screwed up, but still more than capable of helping others.
We knew he was missing his one true love, but not who he was, or why they'd split. This is their story.


When is a Dom not a Dom? When it stops him from being with the man he loves…
Athol Donaldson lost many people in his life, his lover, his family, his twin. The latter loss seems hardly worth morning over. Affric caused nothing but trouble when alive, and now, he seems intent on causing trouble from beyond the grave.
It forces Athol to seek out the one man he's never forgotten.
Eden Murdoch has no intention of letting Athol slip through his fingers again. He's lost him once, and as they're forced to pull together to unravel the mystery surrounding the parentage of a teenage girl, their love for each other blossoms.
Surely, being Doms doesn't mean they can't compromise? Will they be able to work out their differences, and find lasting happiness, or will this blast from the past prove to be their final undoing?

Here's a wee tease…
Athol couldn't believe the rush of adrenalin that coursed through him. Every nerve end tingled. To know they just might be getting somewhere was so exhilarating, that one swipe of Edan's tongue anywhere on his body would make him come. Slight exaggeration, but not much. He swallowed and cleared his throat.
"Well we could do, but then seeing as I came up with the idea, do you want to go first?"
"Fuck first—talk later?" Edan smiled. "Sounds good. So strip. Stretch out on the bed and let's explore again."
That was jumping in with a vengeance. Was revisiting your first lover like riding a bicycle? Once done never forgotten? He'd soon find out.
Athol decided it felt strange to have Edan watching him as he undid his zipper and stroked it carefully down the sensitive skin of his prick. Edan's gaze was so intense, Athol's hands shook, as he held the metal away from his body. Foreskin in zip teeth wasn't a good omen.
"You going to reciprocate?" Athol asked as he inched his jeans and boxers over his cock. The head glistened with pre cum, and Edan's indrawn breath, told him more than words that the sight excited both of them.
"Who's the, ah fuck it, lets just both ask and receive, eh?" Edan toed off his shoes and undid his belt buckle in a hurry. "Last one naked loses the next decision."
Athol laughed as his shoes caught in his jeans as he tried to remove the clothes and not the footwear. It wasn’t possible, so with a quick check of where Edan stood, he grinned and pushed Edan. Edan whooped and fell onto the bed with his denims around his ankles. He waved his legs in the air.
"Yeah." Athol jumped and landed on the bed next to Edan. He rolled over and grabbed Edan to hold him close, and thrust his tongue in between Edan's parted lips.
This kiss was different. As Edan's male, musky, scent surrounded him Athol knew tears were close. He'd missed this man as if a limb had been severed. His man his other half, was finally here with him.
But for how long? Athol pushed the thought away and concentrated on using his tongue to touch the inside of Edan's lips, and then stroke over the roof of Edan's mouth.
 Edan responded in an equally aggressive manner. His teeth grazed Athol's tongue and his lips sucked the flesh. Athol scrabbled for the waistband of Edan's half removed denims and shoved for all his worth, to get them away from Edan's body. In the back of his mind, he noticed Edan performed the same act with his, Athol's, jeans. How they managed without unlocking their lips Athol had no idea, and didn't care. All he desired was Edan naked and next to him.
Edan moved back, and the tiny few inches felt like the Grand Canyon with a force-eight gale to Athol.
"Shit, Ede, I need to feel you somehow. Make your mind up, for fuck's sake. What's going to happen next?" With a tremendous effort, Athol managed to shuck his shoes and jeans, thankful for the urge he'd had to go commando that morning.
"Bratty Dom." Edan gasped the words as his fingers fumbled with the hem of Athol's T-shirt. "Fuck, what's this stuck on?" He held Athol's T-shirt away from his torso.
"Hold on." Athol inched the material up and over his nipples. Edan's moan sent his cock into overdrive and his heart thudding. "Ah, you like?"
"Oh, I like." Edan ran his finger over the silver ring through Athol's right nipple. "How long have you had this?" He dipped his head and Athol about exploded as Edan circled the ring with his tongue and then tugged gently on it.
"Sh … er god, three, four, ah fuck, enough already. Let's do more. Condoms?"
"Con … Fuck, shit, and bollocks." Edan rolled onto his back and groaned.  His dick stood up long, hard and slicked with his pre-cum. "No, I've been celibate for so long they'd have shriveled up. You?"
Athol echoed the groan, and laughed softly. What he really wanted to do was cry and rail. Talk about serendipity—not. Was this his punishment for what happened all those years ago? Why on earth would he have thought he'd need rubbers? He'd been more concerned he might need a box to protect himself from a kick or a punch. "Don't talk daft. I'd forgotten what one looks like. Shit. Ah, well. Sixty-nine always was my favorite number. We're clean, and I trust you."
"And back." Edan shuffled round until his head nestled so close to Athol's cock Athol could feel his breath as it fanned over his heated skin. Athol grabbed Edan's ass and pulled him closer so he could put his lips on Edan's prick and give tiny little kisses along the length until he laved the head. With a mental sigh of pleasure, Athol pulled Edan's cock into his mouth and swirled his tongue over it. He enjoyed the salty taste, inhaled the musky male scent, and reveled in the moans and sighs Edan made.
A tug on his own cock sent his heat beat racing, and his skin pricked with arousal. He closed his eyes to let himself sink deeper into those beautiful sensations. It was nigh on impossible to groan with pleasure with a mouth full of wet cock, but Athol knew his shudder of pleasure reverberated into Edan. He nuzzled his head further into Edan's groin and grasped his ass even tighter. Edan reciprocated and together they began the nips and sucks of loving each other.
It wouldn't last long. He wouldn't last long. Athol had no illusions that he wouldn't be able to stave his climax off. Nor did he want to. The climbing emotion, the increasing heat, the shuddering, juddering emotions, and taut skin, embraced him, and he let them flow through him.

A multi-published author of erotic romance, Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.
She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge. As once she is writing she is oblivious to everything else, her lovely long-suffering husband is learning to love the dust bunnies, work the Aga, and be on stand-by with a glass of wine.        (my page)            (author page)

Happy Reading,

Love  R x

Saturday, 22 March 2014

Titanic's Ondine by @JorjaLovett

I've always had a fascination with the Titanic. It probably has a lot to do with living so close to Belfast, where she was built. One of the great things about being a writer is you can pick any time, any place in which to set a story, so it was always on the hot list of topics I wanted to cover. As ever, my version of that fateful voyage had to have a paranormal twist, and some superhot sexy times!

Can a water nymph save her true love from the Titanic or are they both doomed forever?
Water nymph Madeleine has spent a lifetime searching for the human she can marry to become mortal. Finally, she finds true love with Joe Marlowe, but the romance is put on hold when he signs up as crew for the Titanic.
Joe never expects to see Maddy on board the ship but she's a welcome sight during the voyage. He knows she's keeping a secret from him but it doesn't diminish his love for her. They have the rest of their lives to discover each other. After an unforgettable night together in the Titanic's indoor pool he knows he's found the woman he wants to marry.
As the liner sails towards its fate, can Madeleine save Joe, and find her happy ever after?

“I find the setting perfect for a romantic affair. Glamorous liners bound for faraway places, carrying young men with fire in their bellies. Why it’s enough to get any young lady’s pulse racing.” She ran a fingertip down his white shirt to distract him from his questioning. That slight contact with the man she loved was enough to start a fiery lust consuming her from the inside out.
“Madeleine—” The ragged manner in which Joe addressed her didn’t sound like a scolding, or an attempt to stop her.
“Shh!” A finger on his lips and a coy smile was all it took for him to discard his gentlemanly manners and let his passion take hold.
He was deceptively masterful in the seduction stakes. His firm lips staked their claim with a series of breath-taking kisses that almost made her mourn the time they had wasted thus far in their chaste courtship.
Crushed against the rough fabric of his jacket—Madeleine’s nipples hardened beneath the thin silk of her green dress—sensitized and begging to be noticed. Joe didn’t disappoint. He traced his thumb over one prominent peak. The simple over-the-clothing contact sent her body into raptures and generated an ache in her loins that she wanted him to remedy.
Her head told her to go carefully. He thought of her as a lady—pure and innocent—and not one to give herself away before her wedding night. But that other, sinful part of her wanted him regardless of the consequences. And that craving won out. She pressed herself closer to him until she was left with no doubt he felt the same. The ridged evidence in his trousers nestled into the skirts of her dress and she couldn’t stop herself from running her hand along the impressive length of him.
She half expected him to back away in shock or disgust. So when he took it one step further by cupping her breast firmly in his hand, her legs all but buckled beneath her. He scooped her breast from her dress, exposing it to the cool April air. Her pussy swelled with need. With each massage he gave her flesh, she came one step closer to nirvana, moaning as the moisture from her arousal soaked her skin and clothes.
Joe backed her away from the main walkway and pinned her against the wall of a ramshackle wooden building, creating a scenario Madeleine wouldn’t have believed  possible. Of course, she imagined her reserved Joe to be a considerate lover, but she hadn’t expected their explosive chemistry to lead them to the point of making love outdoors.
Joe lifted her skirts, skimming his hand along the tops of her stockings, and then grabbed her ass to pull her onto his still imprisoned cock. Driven by mounting impatience, Madeleine reached to undo the buttons of his trousers and take the next step in their relationship.
It turned out to be a step too far. Moments later, the strong arms around her pushed where they once pulled her to him. Joe wrenched his mouth away.
“I’m sorry. Please forgive me,” he pleaded, voice unsteady.
“You have nothing to apologize for,” she told him.
 Except, perhaps, being too chivalrous. One brief encounter with the saviour of her long-lost virtue wasn’t nearly enough, but she dared not raise his suspicions with further unladylike behaviour.
“You deserve more than a rushed fumble by the docks, Maddy. When the time comes, I want it to be something special, a memory to be cherished forever. Though I don’t know how I’ll get through these next weeks without even kissing you again.”
Joe rested his forehead against hers. His was beaded with sweat from the effort of his restraint.
Not on my account, she wanted to scream, but the moment had passed. She adjusted her clothes.
He behaved as though the last ten minutes had not happened and picked up the conversation regarding his departure. But all she wanted to do was move farther into his embrace, make this night last forever.
“Will you wave me off when I leave?”
As much as he deserved a teary farewell, she shook her head. “It’s not my place.”
She wouldn’t encroach on the intimate family moment which accompanied his every journey. That was their time. This was hers.
“Let’s say our goodbyes now.” Madeleine stood on tiptoe to offer up her lips.
This time, Joe’s kiss was a slow exploration mapping out the contours of her lips, as though he were memorizing her taste. That sensuous perusal finally eroded the jaded view she harboured for the male species. Joe didn’t demand, simply took what she willingly gave, and he returned it with love. He respected her, cherished her, and, for the first time in decades, Madeleine let herself trust.
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Available Now From TotallyBound
General Release 18th April
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Wednesday, 19 March 2014

Doris O'Connor and Through the Dom's Lens @MamaD8 #GuestPost

Thanks so much for having me here today, Cherie J
Have you ever done a favour for someone, and then wish you hadn't? Well, that's kinda the premise behind my story. Sally has lived in the shadow of her glamorous sister all her life. As she says herself, if Maddy wasn't such a sweetheart she'd hate her. When she gets an SOS from Maddy, who has a severe allergic reaction to something she's eaten, of course she goes the extra mile to ensure her sister has the right medication and is comfortable. What she doesn't expect Maddy to do is to ask Sally to attend a photo shoot on her behalf. Not just any photo shoot, either, but one with the bondage photographer, and the man Sally has been secretively lusting after for the last year.
Maddy claims she made herself sick by eating tons to gain weight. Master J wants a woman with curves for this photo shoot. Did she, though, or was this all a deliberate set up by Maddy to give her little sister a taste of the lifestyle with the one man, Maddy knows will take care of Sally?

Sometimes doing a favor can change your life forever.      

Never one to rate her curves, Sally thinks her glamorous sister has lost the plot. Stand in for her at a photo shoot with the most sought after bondage photographer ever?

She'll be laughed out of the studio, or arrested, or both. However, the temptation to actually meet the man she's been secretly lusting after for months proves too hard to resist.

Junsako cannot believe his eyes, when Sally turns up. It's been a long time since the Dom in him felt such an instant pull to anyone. All those curves will look beautiful in Shibari suspension, and Sally proves to be a born submissive. If only she would let go of her body issues and see the beautiful woman he sees through his lens.

Only one thing to do—convince her—with as much kinky sex as possible.
Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, sex toys, spanking

Sally couldn't have heard him right. Did he just say he wanted to eat off her?
A wave of arousal so fierce it took her breath away coursed through her veins at the wickedly erotic images those words evoked, and she clenched her thigh muscles to relieve the resultant ache in her wet pussy. He noticed, of course, and she stopped breathing altogether when he put one large hand on her leg, just above her knee.
His dark skin was such a contrast to her pale complexion, and she swallowed hard, mesmerized by the sight.
"What about Maddy?" She hated how wobbly her voice sounded, but she couldn't invade on her sister's territory, and she wouldn't just be a convenient fuck, no matter how attracted she was to him.
"What about her, pet?"
He nudged her chin up with his free hand, and she shivered under the intensity of his quiet regard.
"You and her?"
He smiled, and every feminine cell in her body sighed in submission at the sheer sinful nature of that grin.
"I met your sister years ago when she was starting in the model industry. We had a brief and mutually satisfying affair. I haven't seen her in years, though I've followed her career with interest. She's done well for herself, even if she's too thin these days." His smile deepened when she couldn't help but react to that, and he trailed the hand on her leg higher up her thigh. Sally opened up for him automatically, and she bit back a groan when his fingertips grazed her wet slit.
He removed his hand and held his glistening digits up for her to see and then sucked the tips clean. Her stomach tightened at his groan of appreciation.
"I knew you'd taste delicious, pet, and I love how wet you are for me already, when we've barely started."
She opened her mouth to say something, anything to defuse the sexually charged atmosphere between them, but, really, what was there to say? Her body gave her away as surely as though she'd have hung a neon sign around her neck, blatantly advertising her arousal.
"I phoned her to ask her what she was playing at. She knew I'd realize immediately that you weren't her, and do you know what she said?"
His voice dropped an octave, his accent thickening, and blood rushed in Sally's ears, as her body drew tight in need. She could come from listening to his voice alone. Deep, dark, and sensual it pulled her under until she was ready to do just about anything for him. He clearly knew the effect he was having on her, because he smiled and balled his hands into her hair to tug her head back. Junsako leant in closer and inhaled against the rapidly beating pulse point in her neck, and then licked a path up to her ear. His hot breath skittered across her senses, and she closed her eyes against the myriad of sensations assaulting her when he whispered in her ear.
"Ask me what she said, pet."
Sally swallowed several times to get her voice to work and then somehow squeaked her question.
"What did she say?"
"That she was sorry to deceive me, but that you needed taking care of. She also said, and I quote, ‘Sally is a born sub, and she needs to get laid. I wouldn't trust anyone but you with my little sister, so take care of her.’"
Sally pulled away from him to be able to see his expression, but she could read nothing but sincerity in his amazing eyes, and for the second time this evening her world tilted a little.
"Are you telling me she made herself ill on purpose so that she could send me instead?"
Junsako shrugged his massive shoulders and pulled her back until he could sink his teeth into the soft flesh of her ear lobe. The sharp sting shot straight to her clit, and she pulled a shuddering breath into her lungs.
"As to that, you would have to ask her. I wouldn't put it past her. She's always been impulsive, as I'm sure you know, and forgive me, but I really don't care too much about the mechanics." He delivered little bites along her neck, his teeth just sinking in enough to cause the most delicious erotic pain that meant her nipples hardened, her breasts grew heavy, and her pussy grew so wet it was getting uncomfortable.
"Now, if that covers all your objections, I'm mighty hungry, and I want to eat."

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Author Bio:
Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
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Sunday, 16 March 2014

I don't blog enough..

It's true I don't blog enough.

It's not that I don't want to talk to you guys! I do! But I don't often have anything interesting to say. I mean I can tell you how my day at my EDJ has gone, or the fact that commuters on London Underground will tell you angry they get if there is two minutes between tubes.

I could even tell you that I've been very ill recently with colds and food poisoning and the like...but none of that is really interesting.

So this is me apologising for not creating stunning blogs where people flock to and are inspired.....

I am writing at the moment, or at least I am trying to. But you know me and writing it's never a easy road. If someone could invent something that would take the images and scenes I have in my head and transfer them magically to the screen I would seriously considering buying that! 

So to make up for the my lack of is some random facts you never knew about me.....possibly never wanted to know either but hey, work with me here....

1) I became an Aunt when I was 3 years old and an Great Aunt when I was not only am I "great" aunt and I am literally a Great Aunt.... and not even 40 yet..

2) I have lived in the same house my entire life. 

3) I can cross stitch, loom knit and I can paper craft

4) I cannot Crochet...therefore I have decided it is a myth and doesn't really exist.

5) I used to do Gymnastics when I was a I can't even do a handstand

6) If you give me a plastic spoon and a needle and thread I can fix nearly anything....well coffee machines anyway...true story

7) I am a huge Tottenham Hospurs fan!!! COME ON YOU SPURS!!!

8) I enjoying making things, but get bored have many unfinished projects scattered around the house.

9) It's taken me nearly an hour to think of the last 8 items...... *hangs head in shame*

10) Today is Sunday 16th March .......this time in two months I will be New Orleans attending the RT Convention!!

See there really is a reason I don't blog often.... 

Until next time......remember a length of pretty ribbon is a terrible thing to waste....heh.....come on you know you can come up with some inspired ways of using that ribbon!!

Saturday, 15 March 2014

Doris O'Connor and Auctioned to Protect @MamaD8 #GuestPost

 Thanks so much for having me here today, Cherie J
When I wrote the first book in this series, I had no intention of turning this into a series, believe it or not. You see, I'm a panster. My muse will throw an idea at me and I simply run with it, and write what the characters tell me to. And in this case, from the minute Mistress Scarlett entered the scene I knew she had a story. I didn't know what that was until this happened:

“I would suggest you take your new sub home, Master Slade, she looks exhausted. You can leave big bro here to me. I’m sure I can find something for him to do to work off that aggression in far more pleasurable ways—for me anyway.”
She smirked and stepped right into Michael’s personal space. He took several steps back until his back hit the wall. With her high heels, the top of her head fit just under his nose, yet Michael swallowed hard several times, his eyes fixated on the Domme’s bright red lips. She tapped his nose with one perfectly manicured fingernail and then ran that nail down over his lips and across his clavicle, before she stepped back and cupped his groin with a considering look.
“What do you reckon, big boy? Up to playing with the big girls, or are you too chicken?”
Michael turned all sorts of interesting shades of green and Scarlett laughed.
“Guess you are. If you change your mind, you know where to find me.” She winked at Laura, and Slade felt her silent chuckles under his arm. Her brother’s gaze was too focused on Scarlett’s swaying behind as the Domme sashayed out of the room with much more swagger than she usually showed. Slade grinned to himself. Trust Scarlett to put up a show.
“Fuck, is she for real?” Michael asked when the heavy door had swung shut, blocking the view of Scarlett’s departure.

Just like that, there was my story and the series was born. I never thought I'd write a Femdom story, but Scarlett is such a great character, she needed to be written. Mike, too, is a complicated man, and their relationship dynamic is very unique.
It was such fun to bring the tough undercover cop to his knees, emotionally and physically. Mike does not submit easily or gracefully, and he only does so to Scarlett.
These two need each other and together they heat up the pages and go on an intensely emotional journey that made me cry buckets when I was writing it.
So, have a glass of water, a fan and a box of tissues at the ready when you read their story. You might just need all three. J

[Siren Allure: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, voyeurism, shibari, cropping, knife play, sex toys, HEA]

Tough undercover cop Mike Anderson does not submit to anyone, let alone a pint-size bundle of curves with a Mistress complex, who stands for everything he despises about BDSM. Thrown into a world where the rules make no sense to him, he has to rely on his instincts, and they all scream one thing—submit to His Lady.

Scarlett Simpson is one of the most feared Mistresses at Club Spectrum, and she has a score to settle. Mike's atrocious behavior needs addressing. If only she wasn't so attracted to the big hunk of a man, and he didn't prove so utterly responsive. As she explores his boundaries through Shibari and knife play, Scarlett can't help but get emotionally involved.

Submission freely given is a gift she treasures, but can she trust Mike to stay around once the case is over? When danger comes knocking, will Mike be able to protect her, or will this end in tragedy?

Adult Excerpt:
Cops had handcuffs. Time to improvise, and to get back control of their dynamic. Lord knows she’d needed him to take charge before, and Mike had risen to the challenge with cunt-destroying efficiency. Scarlett was deliciously sore in all the right places, the physical aches a welcome distraction from the pain that threatened to slice her heart in half.
Men never went quite far enough when she gave them free reign, which was why she so rarely did. Mike, however, had no such compunctions. He had taken her to heights of ecstasy this morning, and Scarlett’s insides tightened in need at the remembered pleasure. Even when he chose to submit to her, he never lost that exciting edge that meant she had to push him more. He would always keep her on her toes. Scarlett frowned at the turn of her thoughts. She didn’t want a relationship, did she?
Mike certainly wouldn’t. He was only with her to protect her. To read any more into this was a fool hardy exercise, yet Scarlett couldn’t suppress that kernel of hope and yearning that had been planted in her heart ever since Slade had found his Laura.
They were so blissfully happy together, after all. If Slade could have it all then why not her?
Mike half turned over, and mumbled something in his sleep that Scarlett couldn’t quite catch, but it galvanized her into action.
Where would Mike keep his work gear? The wardrobe showed a carefully pressed dress uniform and rows of color-coded shirts, tees, and jeans in various shades of blue. The next door she opened revealed sports gear, jackets, and coats, but there was no sign of his regular uniform. Then again, the men in his team hadn’t been uniformed police officers. Scarlett remembered that little tidbit of information now. They had arrived in unmarked police cars and had been armed to the teeth—definitely not ordinary police officers.
Her heart beat faster as she remembered the handgun Mike had produced from nowhere. Scarlett had had no idea that he’d been packing anything, and she highly doubted Slade knew either. As security conscious as he was, guns of any description were not allowed on the premises of Club Spectrum.
The drawers under the bed caught her attention. Pulling one open, she whistled through her teeth. Carefully boxed away in their locked see-through cases were several fire arms, knives, and other less deadly, yet by no means less effective weaponry.
Several sets of handcuffs were also in there, and Scarlett grinned. God bless a tidy man. This made her plans much easier.
She snatched up two pairs, pushed the drawer shut, and looked up to find Mike watching her with a half smile.
“Feeling better then, My Lady?”
Scarlett twirled the handcuffs around her index fingers and fixed him with her best intimidating stare.
“Did I give you permission to speak to me, brass?” she asked, and Mike’s grin deepened. This was not the reaction she was expecting, and she raised one eyebrow and lifted her right leg onto the bed.
Cool air hit her moist pussy, and Mike’s eyes darkened as his gaze zeroed in on the unimpeded view she was allowing him to have. The sheet covering his groin tented to her satisfaction and he shook his head and groaned.
“Pull the sheet down and let me see what’s mine,” she said. The never far away shimmer of arousal she felt when she was near him burst into flame. Her nipples hardened against the flannel of the shirt she’d shrugged into when she’d gotten up, and her cunt grew wet.
He noticed of course. Scarlett glimpsed the hint of triumph in his eyes before he masked it and held out his wrist to her.
“You do realize, My Lady, that using a cop’s own handcuffs on him is a recognized offence. As is snooping around in his house without his permission or suitable warrant. I might just have to place you under house arrest.”
His voice dropped lower as he spoke and Scarlett’s stomach dropped right with it. That voice was just sex-on-legs, instant panty-dropping material and this cocky male knew that.
Scarlett chose not to answer him and busied herself by snapping the first set of handcuffs on his wrist and then the headboard. His smirk got deeper when she knelt on the bed and reached across him to fasten the other set.
“I could get out of these in seconds, if I wanted to.” His hot breath feathered across her neck and his stubble scraped the sensitive skin there. Scarlett’s hair cocooned them both in an intimate caress when she pulled back slightly and looked down on him.
“Yes, but you’re not going to, are you, brass?”
She reached down to grasp his hard shaft and Mike’s pupils dilated to such a degree his eyes were almost black. Only a faint line of brilliant blue remained around them, and Scarlett sat up more until the ends of her hair trailed across his nipples. The little flat buds hardened and she continued the feather-like tickles down his torso. Mike’s sharp inhalation told her that she was getting to him, as much as his pulsing cock under her fingertips did.
His hips rose and he tried to thrust into her hands, but Scarlett simply withdrew her fingers with a laugh and continued the slow torture of teasing him with her long tresses.
Mike’s skin rippled, his breaths grew heavy, and his legs twitched until she straddled them and pinned him down with her bodyweight.
Instantly he ceased moving, and a warm glow spread through her at his compliance. He could shove her slight weight off his tree-trunk legs in seconds, yet he chose not to, and a heavy rush of feminine power enveloped Scarlett.
Submission freely given was a gift to be treasured and could not be rivalled as an aphrodisiac. Her pussy lips left wet trails along his legs, and the hair on his legs tickled her sensitive flesh. She rocked herself up and down his thighs a few times, enjoying the sensation of his hair-roughed skin against her clit and Mike yanked at his restraints.
Scarlett smiled at that hoarse exclamation and wrapped the ends of her hair around his cock and balls in silken bondage.
“Oh, fuck we most definitely will, but only at my say so, boy.” She sat up straighter, which tightened her hair around his cock and sac and Mike groaned low in his throat.
Drops of pre-cum coated his slit and his spicy musk turned Scarlett on even more.
“You’ve been holding out on me, my boy. You’re not just an ordinary cop, are you?”
Mike didn’t answer and she sat up more, until her scalp tingled with the pressure and the strands dug into Mike’s skin.
Their gazes met and held and she asked again.
“Who the fuck are you, Mike?”

Author Bio:
Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
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