by Olivia Rigal
He pulls me over on his knees and lifts my skirt over my head, "I will start with a set of ten."
One hand caresses the cheeks of my ass and Bruce says, "You will take my discipline silently. You will not utter a sound. The fact that there's a crowd in the adjacent room should help..."
That's when I realize that I can still hear Steven's voice as he's auctioning away the final lots of the sale. I try to ascertain how many persons are on the other side of the thin wall but then I stop thinking as Bruce's hand leaves my bottom. I tense in anticipation of the first blow.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
I tense and I try not to ask myself why I'm so excited. I wait and when the first blow comes I can't hold back a squeal. I bite my lower lip to make sure that I don't do it again.
There's pain but then the caress he administers on the spot he just hit somehow diminishes the bite while enhancing the sensation.
A second slap on the other cheek and, there again, there is this flash of pain followed by a wave of heat. A third and then a fourth, his hand works more quickly, never hitting the same spot twice and the fire becomes a glow.
By the time he's reached ten, I'm floating in a delicious haze. I'm feeling incredibly relaxed and almost sorry he's done.
The sound of the sale has faded out. It's like the buzz of annoying insects--easy to ignore. The only thing I hear is Bruce's respiration and then his voice, breathless, asking "How are you feeling, Hannah?"
I can't describe the state I'm in. I just moan softly. The words wouldn't do justice to the feeling.
"Hannah, love, please, I need to know," he whispers and I hear so much tenderness in his voice that something breaks and I start crying.
Happy tears flow away from my eyes and I don't even try to stop them. I've read about this state, it's sub-space and I never thought it would be so sweet. It's so wonderful here, I want to stay forever.
"Fine," I tell him. "Better than fine."
Somehow he manages to flip me around and I'm sitting on his lap, cradled in his arms and, as if on cue, when he starts kissing me, a thunder of applause breaks the silence.
Steven must have auctioned of the last item of the sale with a new record high. Somewhere in the back of my brain, I hear chairs rattling against the marble floor. There's a louder hum. It's the sound of the multiple conversations of the people next door as they get ready to leave, congratulate a happy bidder or comment on the event.
I start to tense and come back down to reality. We're going to be discovered any minute. Very soon the crew will want to put the chairs away and they will walk in on us.
"Hush, baby," Bruce says. "I've locked the door behind us and there's only two keys to this room. One is in my pocket and the other in Jimmy's safe in his office."
He's much calmer. Is he in his top space feeling high from the power I've given him? I'm sure he is. My heart swells with pride as I realize that I can do this. I can give him what he wants, I could be the woman he needs to be happy.
Bruce slides his hand between my legs and this time he doesn't have to tell me what he wants. My thighs spread out of their own accord. He chuckles as he realizes the state I'm in. The slightest touch could send me flying.
"Now is the time," he says. "I've waited long enough."
He lifts me up from his knees and pushes me against the wall, my arms stretched out over my head, hands still tied by my thong.
I feel him more than I hear him wrestle with his belt and the top of his pants. On the other side of the door, I hear bits of conversations as people walk by. Some praise about the quality of the auctioneer, some small talk, dinner plans made...
But all those little slices of other people's lives fade out when Bruce thrusts into me without a single warning.
I moan. Maybe I'm a little too loud. I don't care. I've never been so stretched. I've never been so filled. I've never been ... I simply didn't exist before today.
He withdraws and plunges forward again. Quick and hard was what he promised yesterday and it's just what I need.
A few more hard strokes and I fly away, fisting a hand in my mouth not to scream while I hear him softly roar in my ear.
Bruce turns me around and frees my hands. He tucks my thong away in his pocket and then massages my wrists to make sure my circulation flows nicely.
Someone tries to open the door and startles me. The members of the crew wonder why it's locked and where the hell Bruce has gone with the key. I start to laugh and Bruce silences me with a kiss. I can feel that his lips are curved into a smile as he does.
"I think we have a few more minutes," he says, "and I just know the way to make them count."
His hand is under my skirt again and I instinctively spread my legs without his asking. He smiles as I do so and his fingers explore the crease. The gentle touch of his finger is a surprising counterpoint to the violence of his earlier thrust. My body starts humming again and in an instant I catch fire again. My knees buckle. If I wasn't wedged between the wall and Bruce, I would fall. I close my eyes to savor the moment but when I do he commands me to look at him.
"Your pleasure is mine," he says. "I want every whimper, every shudder, every tear and I want to watch it bloom in your eyes."
So I let him and share with him the ecstasy I feel, eyes wide open on his magnificent face.
When I cease to shudder, Bruce smoothes my skirt back down and adjusts his pants and belt.
He unlocks the door and we move out, merging with what is left of the flow.
We cross through the reception area, passing in front of Tab's desk. She looks up from her computer screen and watches us reach the elevator.
The elevator doors open and James Evans steps out of it holding a key in his hand. He looks at Bruce and then at me and smiles. He knows.
Bruce is his impeccable self and I wonder if I look as disheveled as I feel. Cocking an eyebrow directly at me, James asks, "And now, what are you going to do?"
I look at Bruce because I'm not sure where he's taking me. But Bruce doesn't answer for me. He looks at me as if daring me to find the right answer to this question.
I have it. I know I do.
I look at James Evans and I say, "I will do as he bids."
Hannah and Bruce's story continues in
As She Begs
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As They Please
1 - As He Bids - Applying for a summer internship at an upscale auction house just because she has a mad crush on one of the bosses, may be Career Fail 101 for Hannah Cohen.
Certainly, she is heading that way when she spends her first week focusing more on the way Bruce Nelson's mouth shapes his words than their actual meaning.
2 - As She Begs - After Hannah's second week under the close supervision of Bruce Nelson takes an unexpected twist, her first reaction is to run.
And when Bruce vanishes instead of demanding an explanation, Hannah learns the hard way that in his world she will only get as good As She Begs.
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Brian Hatcher, her brother's best friend, dropped out of the police academy.
Instead of working with Lisa's brother to bring down organized crime, he became a full-patched member of the Iron Tornadoes, an o
utlaw motorcycle club, the very one that may have caused her brother's fall.
Searching for answers to how her David died, Lisa can't ignore the attraction she still feels for Brian.
The chemistry is undeniable but is there anything left of the boy she once loved or has he turned into a stone cold biker?
- Cold Burn
Brian Hatcher wants it all - control of the motorcycle club his father runs, the murderer of his best friend David six feet under, and, more than anything, David's sister Lisa.
He wants Lisa on the back of his bike, in his home, in his bed, and under the spell of his cold burn.
But, with Lisa unsure of the role the Iron Tornadoes played in her brother's death and her long-held goal of becoming a criminal prosecutor, what Brian wants may be nothing like what Brian gets.
- Cold Fusion
When he graduates from the Police Academy, David Mayfield is no rookie. His past experience as an MP allows him to jump right into an undercover mission.
Hired at the Bush Fire, a strip club owned by the white supremacist group David's task force is investigating, he is to gather information.
But fascinated by Jeanne-Michelle, a curvaceous Haitian dancer, he soon realizes that the real challenge of his mission may turn out to be abiding by the single rule of the strip club: "No messing around with the talent."
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Lyv's Family
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Lyv wants a life far removed from her dysfunctional family and the diner they own, especially now that Ten, her best friend and lifeline to normality, is spending a semester in Europe. What she gets is an absent rock-star baby daddy and one helluva choice to make - unless it's ripped from her first.
- Jaded
For a 22-year-old girl genius, few things are a challenge. Just don't introduce Jade Cooper to a bowl of ice cream or ask her to have a normal conversation, especially if you're a guy. Assisting her childhood friend on a research project in Southeast Asia, Jade doesn't expect her generous curves or men to be a problem.
But even the best-laid plans of the exceptionally smart can go awry. Enter Oliver Wild, a charming stone expert who thinks normal is overrated and curves - not to mention Jade's world - are meant to be rocked.
Eve Trilogy
Note that book 1 is free on many sites:
Naughty Christmas Eve (book 1 - Free)
Naughty CHRISTMAS EVE - Eve is a curvaceous American living in Paris. She falls under the spell of a fellow lawyer on her way to Florida and finds out how hot a Christmas Eve can get in Miami ...
Sexy NEW YEAR'S EVE - but when she wakes up to an empty bed and moves on to Palm Beach to visit her family, the open arms of her ex fiancé look pretty comforting.
Spicy VALENTINE'S EVE - Back in Paris, Eve knows she is not cut out to have a man in every port. So the time has come, she needs to make a choice ... unless of course by the time she makes her mind up there's no choice left to make.
Books by Olivia
Iron Tornadoes MC Romance
COLD
- Stone Cold
Lisa Mayfield returns home from law school to a dead brother and a former lover she no longer recognizes.
Brian Hatcher, her brother's best friend, dropped out of the police academy.
Instead of working with Lisa's brother to bring down organized crime, he became a full-patched member of the Iron Tornadoes, an outlaw motorcycle club, the very one that may have caused her brother's fall.
Searching for answers to how her David died, Lisa can't ignore the attraction she still feels for Brian.
The chemistry is undeniable but is there anything left of the boy she once loved or has he turned into a stone cold biker?
- Cold Burn
Brian Hatcher wants it all - control of the motorcycle club his father runs, the murderer of his best friend David six feet under, and, more than anything, David's sister Lisa.
He wants Lisa on the back of his bike, in his home, in his bed, and under the spell of his cold burn.
But, with Lisa unsure of the role the Iron Tornadoes played in her brother's death and her long-held goal of becoming a criminal prosecutor, what Brian wants may be nothing like what Brian gets.
- Cold Fusion
When he graduates from the Police Academy, David Mayfield is no rookie. His past experience as an MP allows him to jump right into an undercover mission.
Hired at the Bush Fire, a strip club owned by the white supremacist group David's task force is investigating, he is to gather information.
But fascinated by Jeanne-Michelle, a curvaceous Haitian dancer, he soon realizes that the real challenge of his mission may turn out to be abiding by the single rule of the strip club: "No messing around with the talent."
HOT
(Coming soon)
About the Author
Born in Manhattan, Olivia Rigal spent her youth going back and forth between the United States and France.
She lived and studied in both countries.
While studying she kept herself busy with a variety of jobs.
She worked in the Clignancourt Flea Market as well as in a Parisian recording studio.
In Manhattan, she was a dog groomer and then an administrative assistant in a famous English auction house.
Olivia settled in France to raise her family. She travelled throughout South East Asia and has a special fondness for Laos and Thailand.
When her law practice does not keep her busy in Paris, she runs away to write novels in her Florida home next to MacArthur Beach State Park.
In December 2012 she started publishing short novels in English as an independent. Early 2014, she began translating them into French.
Most of the stories she tells stand alone.
However her characters often meet so you can run into them again and again in other books.
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