She nodded, hesitant, but still didn’t move to undress further.
“Maybe you need help?” suggested Dominic, getting to his feet. “First-timers sometimes need a little… assistance.” His voice was low and sexy. “Come here.” He gestured with his finger, and pointed to the floor in front of his feet.
Chloe found herself walking over and standing where he indicated. Her breath was coming fast from excitement and passion both.
“Hands behind your head,” he ordered, and Chloe widened her eyes, but did it. His eyes were locked into hers, burning into her, and she was ready to do anything he asked.
He came closer and let his fingers just barely brush over her nipples through the fabric, making her jerk, but then he reached behind her to unclasp the bra.
“Take it off now,” he told her, and smiled when she obeyed, tossing the bra onto the floor.
“Hands back up,” he murmured, “and don’t move until I tell you. Understand?”
She nodded. “Yes.” She raised her arms up and laced her fingers behind her neck, enjoying the look of desire on his face as her nipples jutted out further with her movements.
“Good.” He deliberately bent his head down and licked a nipple, letting his tongue swipe and play around it, over and over, until Chloe squirmed and wiggled with the sensation. He put one hand behind her back to pull her closer to his mouth, blocking her escape, and continued, only stopping to remind her, “Keep those hands up.”
Chloe couldn’t obey for long, though; she was filled with such arousal that she needed to touch him, too, and soon her hands were buried in his thick hair as she tried to pull his head back to her mouth.
He smiled at her. “You have such sensitive breasts, Chloe. I love to tease them.”
Her breath hitched. “Kiss me again, please.”
He smiled. “Soon. First I’m going to let you see how this feels.” He raised an eyebrow and started to unbuckle his belt.
Chloe squeaked. “What are you going to do?” She couldn’t look away as he pulled it from his pants and doubled it over, then jumped when he smacked the leather into his own palm.
He shook his head and chuckled. “Relax. Not that. Not unless you ask specifically for it.”
She let out a breath, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment, but her stomach was still swarming with butterflies. “Okay.”
“Sit down on the bed,” he commanded, “and give me your wrists. Hold your arms out in front of you and cross one over the other at the wrist.”
Chloe obeyed, and he wrapped the belt around her wrists a few times until he could buckle it, binding her in a loose but still effective tie. She pulled at it a few times, thinking she could surely get out if she really needed to or wanted to, but that it would take a few minutes and some dexterity and maybe the use of her mouth as an aid.
“How does that feel?” His voice was firm but questioning. “Okay?”
She nodded, and licked her lips, giving him a sultry glance. “Better than okay. It feels really sexy. I’m all tied up,” she told him in a mock innocent voice. “Whatever are you going to do to me now, Dominic?” She made her eyes wide and batted them at him.
He growled and attacked, pushing her back into the bed, positioning her arms above her head and pressing her hips to the bed with his. “I’m going to do whatever the fuck I want,” he told her and gave her a dangerous smile, and then his mouth was on hers again, the kiss she’d begged for a minute earlier, his tongue playing with her lips.
His chest pressed against hers, and she exulted in the feeling of his body, the sensation of skin to skin. Her nipples were sending bursts of arousal down to her clit each time she rubbed against his body.
He moved his body lower to lick and suck at her breasts, then traced his tongue down the curve of her hip until he reached the lace of her panties.
He looked up until she met his gaze, and said, “This time, these are coming off and staying off.”
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Excerpt from Myka and the Millionaire
Myka and the Millionaire is sexier and darker than Boston… way darker. This is a book for those who like BDSM that’s consensual but edgy. There’s an HEA, of course, as in all my books, but the path to get there is rocky.
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Blurb: Computer expert Myka Thomas is determined to start her own business, and the last thing she needs is a man bossing her around and getting in the way. But Gabriel Chevalier is not just any man, and when the dashing, dominant millionaire makes his interest in her very clear, Myka cannot resist his advances. Stripped bare, spanked soundly, and brought to one shattering climax after another, she soon finds herself both yielding ever more completely to his command of her body and even begging shamefully for more of his masterful lovemaking.
As Myka juggles two demanding jobs, she savors the time she spends in Gabriel’s palatial home. When she is in his presence, surrendering to his firm, loving control seems natural, even when that means submitting to a painful, embarrassing spanking when she has been disobedient. Before she can stop herself Myka is falling hard for Gabriel, but can she dare to risk giving her heart to a man with so many shadows in his past that there may be no room for her in his future?
Publisher’s Note: Myka and the Millionaire is an erotic romance novel that contains spankings, sexual scenes, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Myka smiled, feeling both choices in the grasp of his strong hands. “Have you suspected that my desires are a little more exotic than the norm?” he asked, his eyes intense.
Myka gulped, seeing the intensity in his expression. “Maybe I’m a little curious about the dark side,” she said, her voice throaty, and smiled as a muscle in his jaw twitched. “And maybe it’s time for you to tell me what you meant… when you said that you’re different from the men I usually date.” Her stomach lurched with a combination of excitement and nerves.
He stood up, tossed some bills onto the table, and pulled her to her feet. “Come.” As soon as they were out the door, he pushed her against the brick wall of the café and put his hands up, one on either side of her head. Tingles of anticipation surged through her body.
Gabriel smiled and murmured, “Tu veux en entendre de plus? I’ll tell you. I’m a dominant, Myka, in the bedroom. I enjoy bringing my woman such pleasure that she not only allows me to take control, but begs for it. And I mix the pleasure with pain because we both like it that way. Do you want to hear more?” His eyes held a dare; his smile, a promise.
Myka’s heart raced. It was one thing to read about things in books… but in real life, it was surely far more intense. She felt wild anticipation and a little bit of fear.
“Yes, I do want to hear more.” She bit her lip and smiled provocatively, and then added, “But how do you know I’m not already into that? Didn’t you see my book in the bar, the first time we met?”
He laughed. “Oh, Myka, I can tell by the way you look at me. The way you don’t look at me. It’s in your eyes… you haven’t experienced it yet, although you think you want to. Yes?”
Myka was startled, even though his words turned her on. “You can’t tell all that. You’re guessing.” But her eyes were still locked with his, their faces so close she could feel his breath on her lips.
“Am I?” He stroked one finger down her jaw, and she trembled. “It’s not like a book at all, Myka. It’s more intense. If I told you that I wanted to take you home and strip you bare, have you kneel for me, crawl for me, obey my every command, would your first words be ‘Yes, sir’? Or would you blush and stammer, unable to do it?”
Myka’s whole body quivered with intense excitement. The urge to do exactly what he wanted rose in her and she gasped, her heart pounding. The emotion between them was too intense and she dropped her eyes to his chest while she tried to compose herself.
He smiled and stepped in closer so his entire body brushed h
ers, and dropped a kiss on her neck, biting down gently. “That’s what I thought. You’re dying to say yes, but you can’t, yet. You’re scared, ma chèrie.”
She made her voice strong. “I’m not scared. You’re arrogant, though.” She met his gaze and tried to look powerful. “I think you like that I haven’t done this before. I think you want to… educate me.” She leaned in to let her lips hover next to his, and boldly put her hands around his waist. He smiled, pleased, a challenge in his face.
“I do.” He smiled at her gasp, and said smoothly, “Well, let’s go, then.”
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Excerpt from Return
Return is a BDSM romance that mixes dark and light for an exhilarating ride into love.
Blurb for Return:
He doesn’t want an apology... he wants her submission.
Ava models the hero of her kinky erotic novel on her crush, dark and sexy fitness trainer Damián, without asking his permission. When he finds out, he decides that a simple apology just isn't good enough—instead, she'll become his submissive and act out every single thing in her book... with him as her dom.
Damián demands twelve weeks of bedroom submission as her apology—one for each chapter of the book—and soon they are involved in an intense, erotic BDSM relationship. With each sexual encounter growing more passionate and personal, Ava falls hard for Damián, and soon she's ready to give more than her submission... she offers her heart.
But he's made it clear that this is just physical payback. What will happen when the twelve weeks are over?
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Excerpt from Return:
“I distinctly told you to be kneeling. It’s almost like you’re asking for punishment.” His voice rolled over her like a caress, and he gestured to his belt. “I’m more than happy to oblige.”
Ava flushed, didn’t answer.
“When I finish my shower? The first thing I want to see is you, on your knees. Or I’ll double what I had planned.”
He winked, disappeared, and the sound of rushing rain roared from the showerhead. Ava ditched the robe and picked up a random book from his nightstand.
The shower seemed to go on for hours and then he came out on a drift of citrus sandalwood steam, unzipped jeans showing his abs and chest, rubbing his hair with a towel.
Ava was ready to play.
He tossed the towel to the bed and stopped short when he saw her in the chair. Ava sat with her legs crossed, lips red and pouting, finger tracing a line down the page of her book.
A muscle in his jaw clenched and he crossed his arms, and a dangerous smile played on his lips. “I see that you are completely unable to obey my instructions, querida,” he told her.
Ava slid one leg down inch by inch, until both thighs were together, her toes pointed, touching the floor. She set aside her book, arched her back, and put her hands into her hair to shake out her curls. While she re-crossed her legs, she ran her hands down the sides of her chest, fingers lingering on her breasts, and shot him a smile. She licked her top lip, making the wet crimson lipstick gleam in the low light.
“Your instructions…” she paused, rubbing circles over her nipples, skimming them with her fingertips, “were so dirty. You’ll have to work harder to convince me to wait in such a naughty pose.” She glanced at him, giving a slight moan as she ran her hands up and down her chest, then lowered them, teasing, toward the V of her thighs. She let her fingers dip between her legs.
Damián’s entire body was taut, his eyes locked onto her. Ava saw that he was hard through his jeans. She was on stage, performing for a private audience of one, and she loved the thrill of power.
She made a breathy sound and worked her fingers over her slick skin. “You took so long in the shower, Damián, that I had to amuse myself. And I’m very good at… amusing.” She wiggled to allow her hands better access, and pushed one finger inside her body. “I had to get myself wet. Now that makes me very disappointed.” She rubbed herself with growing enthusiasm. “Mmm… so nice and tight. Soaked, really. Sorry you had to miss it.”
Damián sucked in a breath, took a step forward, and arrested himself.
Ava continued in a haughty voice, “Since I was alone for so long, I had to move on to other activities. I’m very involved in this book. So perhaps you’ll just have to go amuse yourself.” She lifted one hand from her lap to her lips. While his dark eyes burned at her, she slowly opened her mouth, inserted her index finger, and sucked it. “And I taste divine,” she told him. “Why don’t you think about that while I reread my favorite chapter from,” she took a quick look at the book on the nightstand, “101 Strategies for Sole-Proprietorship Start-Ups.”
He made a growling noise in his throat and his whole body seemed to vibrate with pent-up energy. His eyes burned with an intensity that was almost feral, and she couldn’t stop a small, satisfied smile from stealing over her lips.
Ava picked up the book and opened to a random page, pretending to read. Her heart was beating so ferociously that she could hear her pulse in her ears. The words were tiny hieroglyphs dancing around, drunken ants swirling on the white page.
Her whole body wanted to lean toward him; she felt a craving in her core, a crazed fascination that was increasing moment by moment as he stood there, tall, muscular, all dark planes and eyes, so very sexy. His dark gaze sent her stomach fluttering like papers in the wind. She kept her eyes on the illegible symbols, and in a flash, success. He was at her side with a few strong strides. Ava could smell his masculine heat as he stood, legs wide, arms again crossed, beside her.
His voice was low and stern. “Tell me, Ava, what exactly does it mean to you to be submissive?”
Ava just shook her head and nodded at her book, keeping her eyes trained on the page. “Busy, Damián,” she said in a distracted voice, giving him a little dismissive wave with the fingers of her right hand.
Damián trailed one index finger up her shoulder and neck, the lightest touch, and Ava shuddered with desire as he removed the book from her hands and tossed it to the corner, where it landed with an unceremonious thunk.
“Not a reader, then?” she teased him, glancing up. “Any good librarian would be very mad at you for such blatant literary disrespect.”
“Look at me, Ava,” he said, brushing his index finger under her chin, the barest graze. His eyes were liquid heat.
Ava looked up at him, standing strong over her, and it occurred to her that she should possibly be frightened—after all, she was here, alone, in the bedroom of a man who wanted her at his mercy. But all she could feel was a burning passion to be skin-to-skin with him, body against body; any fears fled when he smiled.
“You seem to have such trouble obeying, my little naughty librarian,” Damián said conversationally, running his finger over her lower lip. He leaned in, lips so close she could feel his breath. “And I think I already made it clear that disobedience will require correction. Hmm?” His low voice was harsh and sexy. “I’m going to punish you extra now. Te voy a castigar.” Ava sucked in her breath hard, and Damián chuckled. “Te acuerdas? You remember?”
His confident voice in Spanish made her swoon, and she was ready to do whatever he asked, no matter what it was. Her lips parted and her eyes widened as she breathed in, watching him, waiting for his command.
Ava made a small moaning noise, and Damián ran both hands lightly down her shoulders, rubbing.
“But on the other hand, such a sexy surprise, finding you sitting here like this—maybe that should be rewarded.”
Ava nodded. “Now that idea I like, Damián.” Her voice came out low and hoarse. Every fiber of her body was thrumming with desire for his lips, his arms, his burning gaze. She could feel her breath coming faster, the excitement building.
“Both, then,” he said decisively. “Punishment, then pleasure.”
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! XOXOXOX —Love, Alexis
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