The Billionaire's Ultimatum: His Absolute Need (A BDSM Erotic Romance Novel) (Book One)
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She still remembered it, his eyes lacking focus and his mouth slightly agape, not staring at her but through her. "Leave," he said. "Please, I don't want any trouble."
He did give her a silver coin, though. She kept it with her all this time, even now, seven years later. For some reason it seemed too precious to spend, as if it was something of a keepsake, a special memory. She begged and pleaded with the blacksmith to poke a hole through it(which he did in exchange for a week of hard labor). Then she scrounged and saved up for two weeks, performing arduous tasks for a fraction of their worth, so she could buy a leather cord from the tanner. It would have only taken her one week, but the man refused to sell anything to her for less than double its regular cost.
It didn't matter, though. Solace owned a necklace now, made from fine leather with the silver coin as a pendant. She wore it with her everywhere and refused to part with it. People offered her this or that in attempts to get her to sell it, but she refused them. Some even acted nice as a ruse, asking politely if they could see it, but she said no.
After that, some acted not so nice and she'd gained more than a few bruises, but it never went too far.
One man was nice to her after that, though. Nice enough, at least. He let her into the church basement, down to their library, where he let her borrow books in exchange for performing secretarial duties. She organized shelves and helped him rewrite sections if needed, or she delivered letters he needed sent. He paid her fairly, too, except the church didn't have much money to spare. Still, instead of coins, he let her sleep in the stables at night and borrow books, and he offered her dinner if the church had food to spare. When it was too cold, he sometimes snuck her into the library where she could huddle in the corner beneath blankets and hope no one came in and saw her. Mostly no one ever did, but if necessary she snuck through one of the basement windows and spent the night in the chill, wintry outdoors.
And that was enough. A little kindness was enough for Solace, for always. Just a bit to let her know that at least one person didn't absolutely despise her. With that knowledge, she survived until the next day, over and over, and even if someone spat on her and called her rude names, she continued to smile and hum to herself.
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(You can find the rest of this story here: Spark of Hope: The Monster Within )
Sample (Spice)
Please enjoy this sample from the erotic fairytale, "Hunted by the Beast," the first in a fantasy series re-imagining of the classic Beauty and the Beast, by Cerys du Lys
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Michael pulled Danya through the woods behind his family's estate. "Come on, Danya! Hurry, hurry up."
She rolled her eyes and laughed while they ran through the woods in the middle of the night. "Where are we going?"
"It's a place. It's back here. You'll love it."
She had no doubt in her mind that he meant to seduce her. Not only was he drunk from his family's party, but whenever he looked at her he had a hard time staring at anything but her breasts. He stopped now and did just that, his head teetering on his neck as the stink of alcohol from his breath washed over her. He leered at her chest, smirking.
"This can't be it," she said. "This isn't anywhere! It's the middle of the woods."
"Danya," he said, releasing her hand and turning to face her. "Is it true?"
"Is what true?" she asked, acting coy.
"There's rumors, you know, in town? Your father always says it, too. When he's away and your sisters are busy, the days you watch his shop are always the ones he makes the most money."
"I'm good at sales?" she offered.
"Good at sales, or good at fucking in the backroom?"
She slapped him across the face, but not hard, nowhere near enough to hurt. He didn't move away from her. In fact, he moved closer, his eyes looking into hers and his lips inching towards her own. It was, perhaps, the first time he'd looked at her face all night.
"Come on," he said. "I won't tell anyone. Just give me a sample or something? Maybe I'll come by the shop one day when you're watching it and pay for your full services. What do you think?"
She sighed. So, perhaps she'd fucked one of the errand boys in the back of her father's shop. What was she supposed to do? The guy needed money or he wouldn't deliver the goods her father had ordered, and her father hadn't left her anything to pay him with. Her father was like that now, ever since he'd lost a majority of his fortune because of a mishap with cargo ships a long time ago; always promising to repay people and pay his bills and this and that, but he never had the money.
And she'd given one man a blowjob when he said he needed extra incentive to purchase one of their exquisite lamps. But he tipped really well and paid at least double what it was worth. Danya pocketed some of it and paid their landlady discretely so she would give them a little more time before throwing them out on the street. Her father was perpetually behind on the rent.
Everything else was her own doing, though! Or, more like she didn't do anything sexual to make the money. Maybe she flirted, flaunted her body, gave some of the women tips on how to heat up their sex lives, but that was it. Mostly that was it. She couldn't remember everything now, but she didn't sleep with the customers too often. And when she did she rarely enjoyed it much. It was business, another aspect of it, and if her father couldn't keep their finances in check then she didn't want to suffer for it. This was as good a way to solidify her stability as any other, right?
Michael loomed over her, pressing her against the rough bark of a tall pine tree. He put a clumsy hand on one of her breasts, squeezing it through the sheer fabric of her sundress. Pressing close to her, he rubbed his crotch against hers.
All in all, it wasn't very exciting, but what was she going to do? She was a little drunk herself, though not too much, and was stuck out in the middle of the woods with him. She'd hoped he wanted to talk to her about something, maybe dreams and how his family could help hers with their troubles. Something nice, possibly romantic, or at least pleasant. Michael did have one of the richest families in Belfast, and his father was known as a considerate gentleman.
Michael, as far as this was going right now, was not so proper. He fondled her breast while he searched deeper and lower for something else to occupy his other hand. Right now he had a grasp on the tree behind him, but when he focused through his drunken state she had no doubts he'd find her dress and pull it up and go searching beneath her panties. He had his mouth latched onto her neck, sucking.
"Michael," she said, trying to sound soft and seductive. "Michael, stop for a moment."
He stopped with his mouth, but not with his hands. "I want to fuck you so bad, Danya."
"I know, I know, but—"
He grew tired of groping her through her dress and wrenched the top of it down so he could see her bare skin. Her firm, large breasts wobbled and swayed in the open air.
"Fuck, you've got a nice rack," he said. To add to his comment, he pinched one of her nipples.
"Michael, look. I'll give you a handjob, alright? How about that?"
Before she could say more, he had his pants unbuckled and lowered to his knees. His throbbing erection bounced to attention in front of her. Drunk, she thought, but not too drunk to stay hard or want to get laid.
She knelt in front of him and cupped his balls in her hand. He glanced down at her and bent over, grabbing for one of her breasts. If she wanted to stop this she needed to go fast. And, anyways, maybe he'd talk to her afterwards about her family's issues? Maybe this was like negotiations? Not the kind she really wanted, but whatever worked, right?
She spit on her hand, foregoing ladylike etiquette, and grabbed the base of his cock. With one hand she squeezed his balls and with the other she stroked him. Slow at first, to spread her makeshift lube, but then she went faster. Michael groaned, barely able to stand. If it weren't for the tree at her back and his hands braced against it for balance, she thought he would have fallen as soon as she first grabbed him.
...
He looked up and saw a sliver of the moon. A guttural howl escaped his mouth and echoed through the forest air.
He wanted to find the source of the smell. One part of it, the male's musk, he was indifferent to, but the female had a sweet, undeniably delicate aroma. His cock, long past the point of arousal and now blazingly hard and exuding strong heat, bobbed in the air as he ran fast through the woods to find the mating pair.
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(You can find the rest of this story here: Hunted by the Beast )
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About the Author
Cerys has charted on numerous best sellers and hot new release lists internationally with multiple books.
She lives in the Greater Boston area in a small town in New Hampshire. She spends her days writing, reading, learning, and working. And maybe sometimes she flirts with the mailman. Some of her most favorite activities involve understanding and learning about emotions and relationships.
She adores pondering sexuality and sensualness. Most of her writing delves into this in some way, exploring reactions and relationships between different people. While she enjoys writing erotica and erotic romance, her goal is to also keep a certain literary appeal to the writing instead of something purely pornographic. Every story she writes has a delightful plot along with the more devious and delicious scenes we all want to read.
She prefers romance settings, with the occasional monster or fairytale. Her secret kinks include reluctance, interesting paranormal creatures, romance(even with monsters), and fun. She loves writing about all of these things, though very strongly acknowledges that fantasies are fiction and nothing more.
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Afterwords
If you have any questions about this story, or requests for a future addition, feel free to email them to cerysdulys@gmail.com . I can't promise a response to every single one, nor can I say that requests will be fulfilled, but everything will be read. As long as they are appropriate and respectful, at least.