Helplessly Hers
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Helplessly Hers
Two women take their edgy sex public—the combination of being watched, being envied, and being helpless in the hands of a domineering lover ups the heat factor into the too-hot-to-handle zone.
Previously published in Radical Encounters (Bold Strokes Books, 2009).
Acclaim for Radclyffe’s Fiction
Secret Hearts “delivers exactly what it says on the tin: poignant story, sweet romance, great characters, chemistry and hot sex scenes. Radclyffe knows how to pen a good lesbian romance.”—LezReviewBooks Blog
Wild Shores “will hook you early. Radclyffe weaves a chance encounter into all-out steamy romance. These strong, dynamic women have great conversations, and fantastic chemistry.”—The Romantic Reader Blog
In 2016 RWA/OCC Book Buyers Best award winner for suspense and mystery with romantic elements Price of Honor “Radclyffe is master of the action-thriller series…The old familiar characters are there, but enough new blood is introduced to give it a fresh feel and open new avenues for intrigue.”—Curve Magazine
In Prescription for Love “Radclyffe populates her small town with colorful characters, among the most memorable being Flann’s little sister, Margie, and Abby’s 15-year-old trans son, Blake…This romantic drama has plenty of heart and soul.”—Publishers Weekly
2013 RWA/New England Bean Pot award winner for contemporary romance Crossroads “will draw the reader in and make her heart ache, willing the two main characters to find love and a life together. It’s a story that lingers long after coming to ‘the end.’”—Lambda Literary
In 2012 RWA/FTHRW Lories and RWA HODRW Aspen Gold award winner Firestorm “Radclyffe brings another hot lesbian romance for her readers.”—The Lesbrary
Foreword Review Book of the Year finalist and IPPY silver medalistvTrauma Alert “is hard to put down and it will sizzle in the reader’s hands. The characters are hot, the sex scenes explicit and explosive, and the book is moved along by an interesting plot with well drawn secondary characters. The real star of this show is the attraction between the two characters, both of whom resist and then fall head over heels.”—Lambda Literary Reviews
Lambda Literary Award Finalist Best Lesbian Romance 2010 features “stories [that] are diverse in tone, style, and subject, making for more variety than in many, similar anthologies…well written, each containing a satisfying, surprising twist. Best Lesbian Romance series editor Radclyffe has assembled a respectable crop of 17 authors for this year’s offering.”—Curve Magazine
2010 Prism award winner and ForeWord Review Book of the Year Award finalist Secrets in the Stone is “so powerfully [written] that the worlds of these three women shimmer between reality and dreams…A strong, must read novel that will linger in the minds of readers long after the last page is turned.”—Just About Write
In Benjamin Franklin Award finalist Desire by Starlight “Radclyffe writes romance with such heart and her down-to-earth characters not only come to life but leap off the page until you feel like you know them. What Jenna and Gard feel for each other is not only a spark but an inferno and, as a reader, you will be washed away in this tumultuous romance until you can do nothing but succumb to it.”—Queer Magazine Online
Lambda Literary Award winner Stolen Moments “is a collection of steamy stories about women who just couldn’t wait. It’s sex when desire overrides reason, and it’s incredibly hot!”—On Our Backs
Lambda Literary Award winner Distant Shores, Silent Thunder “weaves an intricate tapestry about passion and commitment between lovers. The story explores the fragile nature of trust and the sanctuary provided by loving relationships.”—Sapphic Reader
Lambda Literary Award Finalist Justice Served delivers a “crisply written, fast-paced story with twists and turns and keeps us guessing until the final explosive ending.”—Independent Gay Writer
Lambda Literary Award finalist Turn Back Time “is filled with wonderful love scenes, which are both tender and hot.”—MegaScene
Applause for L.L. Raand’s Midnight Hunters Series
The Midnight Hunt
RWA 2012 VCRW Laurel Wreath winner Blood Hunt
Night Hunt
The Lone Hunt
“Raand has built a complex world inhabited by werewolves, vampires, and other paranormal beings…Raand has given her readers a complex plot filled with wonderful characters as well as insight into the hierarchy of Sylvan’s pack and vampire clans. There are many plot twists and turns, as well as erotic sex scenes in this riveting novel that keep the pages flying until its satisfying conclusion.”—Just About Write
“Once again, I am amazed at the storytelling ability of L.L. Raand aka Radclyffe. In Blood Hunt, she mixes high levels of sheer eroticism that will leave you squirming in your seat with an impeccable multi-character storyline all streaming together to form one great read.”—Queer Magazine Online
“The Midnight Hunt has a gripping story to tell, and while there are also some truly erotic sex scenes, the story always takes precedence. This is a great read which is not easily put down nor easily forgotten.”—Just About Write
“Are you sick of the same old hetero vampire/werewolf story plastered in every bookstore and at every movie theater? Well, I’ve got the cure to your werewolf fever. The Midnight Hunt is first in, what I hope is, a long-running series of fantasy erotica for L.L. Raand (aka Radclyffe).”—Queer Magazine Online
“Any reader familiar with Radclyffe’s writing will recognize the author’s style within The Midnight Hunt, yet at the same time it is most definitely a new direction. The author delivers an excellent story here, one that is engrossing from the very beginning. Raand has pieced together an intricate world, and provided just enough details for the reader to become enmeshed in the new world. The action moves quickly throughout the book and it’s hard to put down.”—Three Dollar Bill Reviews
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© 2009 By Radclyffe. All Rights Reserved.
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Previously Published in Radical Encounters, (Bold Strokes Books, 2009).
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Credits
Editor: Stacia Seaman
Production Design: Bold Strokes Graphics
Cover Design Melody Pond
By Radclyffe
Romances
Innocent Hearts
Promising Hearts
Love’s Melody Lost
Love’s Tender Warriors
Tomorrow’s Promise
Love’s Masquerade
shadowland
Passion’s Bright Fury
Fated Love
Turn Back Time
When Dreams Tremble
The Lonely Hearts Club
Night Call
Secrets in the Stone
Desire by Starlight
Crossroads
Homestead
T
he Color of Love
Secret Hearts
The Provincetown Tales
Safe Harbor
Beyond the Breakwater
Distant Shores, Silent Thunder
Storms of Change
Winds of Fortune
Returning Tides
Sheltering Dunes
Honor Series
Above All, Honor
Honor Bound
Love & Honor
Honor Guards
Honor Reclaimed
Honor Under Siege
Word of Honor
Code of Honor
Price of Honor
Justice Series
A Matter of Trust (prequel)
Shield of Justice
In Pursuit of Justice
Justice in the Shadows
Justice Served
Justice For All
Rivers Community Novels
Against Doctor’s Orders
Prescription for Love
Love on Call
Love After Hours
First Responders Novels
Trauma Alert
Firestorm
Oath of Honor
Taking Fire
Wild Shores
Heart Stop
Short Fiction
Collected Stories by Radclyffe
Erotic Interludes: Change of Pace
Radical Encounters
Edited by Radclyffe:
Best Lesbian Romance 2009-2014
Stacia Seaman and Radclyffe, eds.
Erotic Interludes 2: Stolen Moments
Erotic Interludes 3: Lessons in Love
Erotic Interludes 4: Extreme Passions
Erotic Interludes 5: Road Games
Romantic Interludes 1: Discovery
Romantic Interludes 2: Secrets
Breathless: Tales of Celebration
Women of the Dark Streets
Amore and More: Love Everafter
Myth & Magic: Queer Fairy Tales
By L.L. Raand
Midnight Hunters
The Midnight Hunt
Blood Hunt
Night Hunt
The Lone Hunt
The Magic Hunt
Shadow Hunt
Helplessly Hers
My girlfriend gets off making me come in public. The more likely we are to be seen, the better. She likes looking some guy in the eyes—guys are the only ones who ever watch…women, if they even figure out what’s going on, quickly look away—but the guys, at first they can’t believe it. And then they really can’t believe it. She loves staring them down while she works over my clit, her arm sliding smoothly up and down, up and down, in my lap. They almost always watch her even when my eyes start to roll back in my head and my ass lifts off the seat and my clit explodes in her hand. They don’t care about me, not when they’re imagining her hand on their cocks. The ones who don’t shoot off in their pants probably go somewhere to jerk off right away, but I can never tell because I’m usually deaf and blind for a few minutes after she makes me ejaculate.
She always gets me hard, it doesn’t matter if I’m nervous or embarrassed or worried. I can’t stop from wanting to come when she starts in on me. She knows just how to make me hard really fast, sliding her fingers up and down my clit and squeezing just enough to pull the hood back and forth over the head. As soon as I’m completely erect, she starts the teasing. Tapping with her fingertip, rubbing little light circles, pinching when I don’t expect it. By then I’m so wound up I don’t care who might be watching. All I care about is that she keeps going, doing me until I come.
She’s careful to do it where nobody can get at us—in the car, under the table at a restaurant, in the theater. Once she did me on a park bench underneath a newspaper I was pretending to read. She made me sit there, still as a statue with that fucking newspaper clutched in my hands while she curled against me, her hand under the newspaper, inside my running shorts, rubbing my clit. She whispered to me like we were having a serious conversation but she was really telling me what she was going to do next.
“You’re nice and hard now, baby, just about ready to cream for me. I’m going to rub that spot you like, just underneath…uh-uh…don’t move now. There you go. That’s the special spot, isn’t it? Gonna make it feel soo good. Careful, baby. Quiet. Is all that hot wet stuff for me? Here, let me rub it on your clit, get it all slippery so you slide through my fingers so nice. Feels sweet when I squeeze your big fat clit, doesn’t it, baby. Oh, what’s this? Is that your head poking out, looking to get some attention already? You’re awfully impatient, aren’t you? You want me to rub it faster, baby? You do, don’t you, baby. Right on that spot. You want me to work it, rub it, make it pop. Don’t you. Don’t you, baby.”
I knew I wasn’t supposed to, but I came right then. She wasn’t happy with me.
She has rules—very strict rules. I can’t talk while she’s doing me except to answer her questions. I can’t move, I can’t make any sounds, I can’t ask her to speed up or slow down or to squeeze me harder. I can’t come unless I ask permission and she says yes. If I break her rules, she stops. Even if I’m good and do everything I’m supposed to do while she masturbates me, if she feels like stopping before I come, she does. She doesn’t care how big my clit is or how much it hurts or how bad I need to come, or how hard I beg. I’m hers to play with, and it’s all about what gets her hot.
Sometimes she plays with my clit in the dark for the entire length of a movie without letting me come. Then she tells me to go in the restroom and get off before we can leave. So I end up leaning against the wall in a narrow stall or slumped on the seat, my teeth clenched tight, working my clit like a maniac while chattering women troop in and out, talking about the movie or their dates, peeing and flushing and fixing their makeup. It takes a long time and when I finally come, I have to bite my own hand to keep from crying it feels so good just to finally get some relief. When I practically stagger out of the bathroom, my hair dripping with sweat and my hands shaking, she looks at me and laughs.
“Did you come nice for me, baby,” she asks, sometimes loud enough for people to hear. But I don’t care who hears because my clit usually stays hard after being teased for so long and I want her to do me again right away and if I say anything other than yes she won’t touch me again all night. She’ll just make me sit in a chair by the bed and watch her masturbate, over and over, with a vibrator or a cock or both while my clit swells and I beg her to make me come and she says no.
But if I’m good, if I’m good like I was tonight, once we get home she makes me tell her all about my restroom jerk-off session while I’m fucking her. About how swollen my clit was and how bad I needed to come and how fucking pissed off I was that she got me so hot I practically humiliated myself in public. And how I couldn’t wait for her to do it to me again. Anywhere. Any way she wanted.
“Did you have to squeeze it really hard to get off, baby,” she gasped, rubbing just the tip of her clit with one finger while I stroked inside her with four. The walls of her cunt tightened rhythmically around my fingers and I knew she’d come if she just pressed her clit a little harder, circled a little faster. But she didn’t. She loved to tease, to make her clit burn. I know. She did it to me all the time. “Were you too hard to come?”
“You already know I was,” I grunted, working up a sweat thrusting in and out of her. “How hard my clit was. How fucking stiff. You made it that way.”
“Mmm, yeah,” she said, half dreamy, half hungry. Her index finger flicked at the ruby red head. “Like a little torpedo between your legs. Just ready to blast off.” Her eyes widened, as if she felt something really really good, and she started to pant. “Tell me what you did to it.”
She was already close, but she needed more. Every time I stroked I curled my fingers so I pushed on that spot inside that kept her clit stiff. I got up on one knee for a better angle, and so I could see her face or look down and see her mauling her clit. “You know how hard it is for me to come when I ge
t like that, don’t you?” I rubbed my thumb over the underside of her clit while she twirled the tip and the smallest moue of surprise escaped her. “I have to work it and work it to get off, and it hurts. It hurts and I have to come so bad and I can’t.”
“How?” Her eyes were rolling, her belly trembling. “How?”
“I get the head between my fingers and squeeze it until all the blood is pushed out,” I growled. I leaned over and bit her nipple and her shoulders jerked off the bed. When I released her and checked what she was doing, she had a white-knuckle grip on her clit, squeezing it dry.
“Feel good?” I whispered.
“Yes. No. No. Oh God, I want to come. I want to come.” She whipped her head from side to side. “Tell me not to come, baby. Tell me not to come.”
“Let go of it,” I ordered. I knew she was seconds away but she loves the torture, and she taught me how to give it as well as take it. I grabbed her wrist and yanked. “Now. Hands off.”
Her control is amazing and even though I knew she could feel herself starting to come, she pulled her hand away. Her clit pulsed up and down and her whole cunt opened and closed around my fingers, but she didn’t finish.
“God!” She half sat up and grabbed the arm I was fucking her with in both hands and shoved my hand deeper. “Oh fuck me, baby. I need it right now.”