'Hello?' Kirsty said into the phone, still wondering just what she'd gotten herself into.
'Kirsty.' Voice dripping with testosterone. 'I only have one order for you. Excite me.' He hung up.
Kirsty frowned and passed the phone back to Jane.
'Well what did he say?' her agent asked.
'He hopes I'll do a good job,' Kirsty said, loosely paraphrasing Blake's words.
But later, on the train back to Nottingham, as she watched the rain streaming over the windows, two words echoed in her head, spoken in a strong masculine voice.
'Excite me.'
Chapter Two
She got home and dropped her keys on the kitchen table before going upstairs and preparing a hot bubble bath for herself. She felt grimy and wet after her journey to London and she had a lot to think about. A bubble bath always helped. Pouring half a bottle of Japanese bubble bath that promised to smell of mandarin and white cotton...whatever white cotton was supposed to smell like...into the churning, steaming water, she remembered Tyler Blake’s parting words.
‘Excite me.’
She wasn’t sure if she could excite a man, either through her writing or in real life. Her sex life had always been pedestrian. How was she supposed to write steamy BDSM scenes? Yet somehow she had to. She had bills to pay.
Pulling off her wet clothes, she caught a glimpse of her naked body in the full-length mirror. She hated that mirror. If it hadn’t been fixed to the wall when she’d moved in, she would have gladly smashed it. The mirror didn’t sugar-coat anything, just told it as it was. Big hips, big boobs, big bum. Big. That was the word the mirror liked to use most.
Sighing, Kirsty slid into the hot bath and tried to detect the scent of white cotton. She couldn’t identify it but the bubbles did smell fruity and sweet and she relaxed into the warm embrace of the water. The heat made her skin tingle.
She relaxed into the warm scented heat and let her mind wander. An image of Tyler Blake floated up from her subconscious and she let herself fantasize a little. In her fantasy, she was on a beach in the Maldives. The sand was almost white and contrasted with the deep, clean blue of the sea. Beyond the beach, a forest of exotic plants and trees provided shade from the hot sun which shone in clear expanse of blue sky. Kirsty walked along the shifting edge of the sea and she wore a skimpy white bikini. She didn’t feel self-conscious in the fantasy and she walked with confidence, feeling the cool salt water lap over her feet and the hot sun warm her exposed skin. She wore sunglasses and her hair was pinned back neatly with two hair pins that had silk white flowers attached to them. She was happy.
Up ahead, relaxing on a white cotton blanket laid over the sand in the shade of a palm tree, Tyler Blake waited for her. He wore only sunglasses and a pair of black swimming briefs. His body rippled with deeply-tanned muscles and when he saw her, he smiled.
She walked over to him, into the cool shade, and lay next to him on the white, virginal cotton.
He looked down at her and in the reflection of his sunglasses, she saw herself as he saw her...pretty, lush and voluptuous. Blake smiled at her and his hand reached out for hers, entwining his large fingers around her dainty ones. He did the same with her other hand then rolled over so he was on his knees above her, holding her hands firmly pressed against the cotton sheet above her head. She was under his control but that thought didn’t frighten her; it made her feel safe to be controlled by a strong man who she knew wouldn’t harm her. She felt excited at his firm touch and a pleasing warm tingle spread from her inner thighs all the way to her face. Her pussy felt hot, wet and wanton. She could feel Tyler’s hardness pressing against the soft flesh of her thigh. His breathing was deep and controlled and she could feel sexual need flowing from him in waves. He desired her like no other man ever had.
She gave herself to his desire, letting him control her, because she knew he wanted to please her as much as he wanted to please himself. He laid strong kisses along her throat and over the soft swells of her breasts. Her nipples hardened in the bikini, puckering and toughening with excitement. Tyler kissed them through the white material and Kirsty gasped at the sensation of his mouth on her excited nubs. Shifting his grip on her wrists so he could hold her down with one strong hand, he used the other to untie the bikini top and he removed it from her, laying it on the white cotton. He looked down at her big, heavy breasts and the way his breathing quickened made Kirsty proud of her full, womanly curves. She arched her back to display herself to him and he took a nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue against its hardness and biting it gently. She moaned and slid her thigh against the hardness of his manhood.
He reached above her head for something and she felt rope being tied around her wrists. She let him tie her and squirmed not against the restraints but against the desire rising inside her like a hot wave. He trailed passionate kisses over her belly and over the tops of her thighs. She trembled and moaned, clenching her burning pussy. She needed him in there.
Untying her bikini bottom ever so slowly, he seemed to revel in every inch of her exposed body as he slowly drew the material down, revealing her neatly-trimmed pussy to his gaze. Kirsty opened her legs, showing him her exposed, wanton entrance. He placed his head between her thighs and she felt his exploring tongue licking along her lips, up to her clit. She shuddered as his tongue teased her clitoral hood lightly and he kissed her there, sucking her engorged bud between his lips. She arched her back involuntarily, pushing her vagina against his questing mouth, wrapping her thighs around his head and moaning with the pleasure his tongue gave to her sensitive bundle of nerve-endings.
He moved himself up to face her, his bulge pressing against her wanton folds. She tasted herself on his lips as he kissed her and he held himself up on one muscular arm while he slid his swimming trunks down his thighs. Kirsty felt the head of his cock touch her pussy lips and she groaned with need. He rubbed his shaft against her, coating himself with her arousal. He felt big and solid and so hard.
Still kissing her, he entered her with one deft movement of his hips and Kirsty moaned against his mouth. Tyler arched his back, closing his eyes as he plundered her with his thick cock. The girth of his manhood filled Kirsty in a way she had never felt before, stretching her inner walls and making her feel like her pussy was one solid mass of delicious sensation. Tyler grunted. He felt it too. They were so good together.
He moved within her, taking pleasure from her tightness and giving pleasure to her with his powerful, solid strokes. Kirsty wrapped her legs around his strong, thrusting hips and felt the tingle of an approaching orgasm as Tyler slid even deeper into her.
It hit her like a tsunami, rolling inexorably over her and making her inner muscles clench and flutter before drowning her in bliss. She screamed out and lay helpless beneath Tyler’s unstoppable thrusts, feeling his cock slide deep inside her body as she clenched and writhed and shuddered with orgasmic joy. He gritted his teeth and she knew that seeing her like this, knowing that he had made her helpless to pleasure, was about to send him over the edge.
He grunted and released himself, his cock twitching inside her and warmth suddenly flooding her womb. Roaring with pleasure, head thrown back and closed eyes to the clear blue sky, he let his desire flow into her, hips jerking strongly and his groin pressing strongly against hers, burying himself in her core.
The sudden ringing of Kirsty’s phone brought her out of the fantasy with a hard bump back to reality. The bath had cooled and she felt suddenly chilly. Pulling the plug, she got out and wrapped a thick towel around herself before pressing the button on her phone to answer the call.
It was Jane. Kirsty felt a flush creep up her neck even though there was no way Jane could know what she had just been thinking about.
‘Hey, how’s it going, love?’
‘Fine.’ Kirsty said. ‘I’m just recovering from my journey to the big city.’
‘Well you certainly mad
e an impression.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘As soon as I got back to the office, Tyler Blake rang me and he was asking questions about you.’
‘You mean he still has doubts I can pull this project off?’
‘No, no...he was asking more personal stuff.’
‘Personal? I hope you didn’t tell him anything!’
‘He said he wanted to know more about the authors writing for Inception. I simply told him you weren’t single and you’d have no problem with this book.’
‘You told him I wasn’t single? Why? Did he ask?’
‘I think so. I’m not sure. His voice was just dripping out of my phone like liquid gold.’
‘Jane!’
‘Anyway, I’m calling to say I can’t rent the cabin for you at this short notice. Apparently, it’s fully booked for the month. So you’re going to have to write at home this time.’
‘Oh.’ Kirsty felt disappointed. She loved the cabin and its views of the Scottish Highlands. She always wrote there. But usually her schedule was more achievable and she wasn’t rushing to write a first draft in a month. Usually she booked the place well in advance.
‘Anyway, I told Tyler it won’t affect you and you’ll do just as good a job from home.’
‘You told him about the cabin?’
‘Well I was talking to him just after I got the email saying the cabin was booked.’
‘Sounds like you had good chat with him.’
‘Well he’s certainly easy to talk to...as well as being easy on the eye.’ Jane giggled.
‘Jane, you’re married,’ Kirsty reminded her.
Jane mocked a sigh. ‘Yes, don’t I know it. Speaking of which, I’d best go. Frank has made me dinner.’
‘Ooh, nice.’
‘Don’t get too excited, it’s just spaghetti Bolognese I think. Anyway, email me some chapters as you go on with the manuscript. See you, love.’
Kirsty hung up and looked at herself in the mirror. At least the thick pink towel hid her curves. Why was Tyler Blake so interested in her?
* * *
Why am I so interested in her? Tyler Blake asked himself as he turned the dial on the shower control, heating up the water so that it steamed around him in the wet room of his Chelsea apartment. He had to admit Kirsty Moore was pretty and her curvy body fascinated him. For most of his life, he had kept his preference for larger women hidden from his friends and associates. If he attended a high-profile dinner or black tie event, he always turned up with the type of woman he was expected to turn up with: Barbie-slim, blonde, vacuous. He hired them from a discreet escort service. Part of the reason he was so successful in business was because of his connections and networking skills and he projected a certain image. Never mind that the trophy women hanging from his arm did nothing to arouse him. He paid them well and when they expected more at the end of the night, he sent them home. He was honest enough with himself to acknowledge that he wanted a woman with the type of womanly curves that were no longer fashionable but spoke of femininity in his mind.
Kirsty Moore was one such woman. As she sat in his office, her femininity had radiated from her and aroused him. The curves beneath her blouse and skirt and the way she filled her clothes made her appear lush and sexy. He had wanted her. When her agent had phoned back and said that Kirsty would write a book for Red Rose Bound, the news had hit him at a much deeper level than that of a publisher hearing about one of his authors; he had thought only of the fact that he would see her again. Calling her agent later to ask about Kirsty seemed clumsy now as he stood in the hot shower hours later but at the time he had felt like an excited schoolboy talking on the phone to the best friend of the girl he fancied.
This wasn’t like him. He was normally calm and able to take anything in his stride. Years of buying failing companies and turning them into successful businesses had instilled an unruffled confidence deep inside him. He made high-powered decisions and signed million-dollar contracts without shedding a single drop of sweat. He was worth billions. Yet a plus-sized Romance author had managed to ruffle that confidence and reach to his core. He turned his face into the shower spray and let the hot stinging needles of water play over him.
There was something else he had recognised within Kirsty Moore, beside her being beautiful.
As an Alpha male, he recognised submissive tendencies with the Romance author. This both excited and disturbed him. It excited him because a submissive was what he looked for in a sexual partner. It disturbed him because he wondered if she would be able to write a BDSM book that would interest readers if she wrote from a submissive’s point of view. As a sub, she would never be able to get into the head of any Dom character in her book.
He had a lot invested in the Red Rose Bound line and he wouldn’t let anything go wrong with it. Everything had to be perfect. Perhaps Kirsty Moore would need some hands-on guidance.
* * *
After the bath, Kirsty put on her sexiest negligee but felt defeated by her own body. She couldn’t look sexy in anything, what the hell was she thinking? Her belly pressed against the black silk, stretching it taut across her midriff. Her boobs were too big for the negligee and they threatened to spill out at any moment. Her large bottom meant the negligee hardly had enough material left to cover the tops of her thighs. Why did she even bother?
Research, she told herself. She had found a pair of novelty handcuffs in the bottom of a drawer. They had pink fur lining on them and she was sure she had won them during a silly game at an Ann Summers party a long time ago. They had gone into the drawer and had been forgotten about until now.
Now, they were going to help her enter the dark world of BDSM.
All in the name of research.
The thought of being handcuffed in front of Simon filled her with cold dread. But she had to do it for the book.
Lighting scented candles in the bedroom and placing them next to the handcuffs on the bedside table, she lay on the bed, waiting for Simon to come home.
She must have fallen asleep because the next thing she knew he was in the room and she heard him say, ‘Kirsty, what the hell are you doing?’
She sat up, tried to shake off the overwhelming tiredness she felt, and looked at him. ‘I thought I’d give you a surprise.’
He looked at her in the negligee, at the candles, at the handcuffs. ‘What’s all this?’
She felt foolish lying on the bed in her negligee while he was fully dressed in suit and tie. ‘Why don’t you take those things off and come join me?’
He frowned. ‘Why is there a pair of handcuffs on the bedside table?’
‘I thought we could have some fun with them.’
‘Fun? What do you mean?’
‘You could pretend you’re a cop and handcuff me to the bed. Then interrogate me any way you want.’ Just saying it to him made her feel embarrassed. This had been a bad idea. She wanted to get beneath the covers and curl up and close her eyes and forget this had ever happened.
Simon looked at her and the look in his eyes wasn’t one of lust. Of course it wasn’t; he was looking at an overweight woman in a skimpy negligee. In that moment, she pitied him. He deserved better.
‘I’m not some sort of sick freak, Kirsty. I don’t do that stuff.’
‘I...I’m writing a book. About BDSM. I wanted to do some research.’
‘You’re writing a book about BDSM?’ His face wrinkled with disgust. ‘Whips and chains and stuff? You really are sick.’
‘No...it’s for a new publishing line. It’s really popular so they want me to write a book. Some people like it, you know. BDSM, I mean.’
‘Yeah,’ he said, opening the wardrobe and pulling his clothes out. ‘Weirdoes.’ He pulled a suitcase out from under the bed and stuffed his clothes into it.
‘What are you doing?’
‘I’m leaving
,’ he said.
She felt confused. ‘Because of this?’
‘No, not because of this. Although it makes my decision easier. I was going to tell you tonight anyway. I’m moving out.’
‘What? Why?’
‘I’ve been seeing someone else.’
Someone else. The words stabbed her in the heart and made it hard to breathe. ‘Who?’ she managed.
‘Just someone from work.’
‘Is it...Cindy?’ Cindy worked closely with Simon and he talked about her a lot. She was everything Kirsty wasn’t...blonde, graceful and slim.
‘Yes,’ he said matter-of-factly.
‘Simon, please...’
‘It’s too late for that. I’ll pick up the rest of my things later in the week.’ He left the room and she heard him hurry down the stairs and out the front door. It closed with a loud click that sounded so final.
She rolled over onto her side, curled up and closed her eyes...trying to forget that this night had ever happened.
Chapter Three
Kirsty dreamed that a phone was ringing somewhere and the ringtone was the same Beyonce song as she had on her own phone. Then she realised it was her own phone and she groped at the bedside table to find it. She half-opened her eyes. Sunlight streamed through the curtains. What time was it? The phone, when she finally found it, said it was already ten-thirty. It also said that the number calling was ‘Unknown’. Was it Simon? Was he calling to say he’d made a mistake?
Kirsty jabbed at the screen and lay back on the pillow as she said, ‘Hello?’
‘Kirsty.’ Smooth, deep tones like polished mahogany. ‘Tyler Blake. I was talking to Jane yesterday and she said you usually write in a cabin in Scotland.’
‘Erm...yes, that’s right. But it’s...’
‘Booked up,’ he said. ‘Yes, I know. She told me that as well. I have a solution. I own a small cottage in Cornwall. It’s on the cliffs near Carbis Bay but it’s far enough away from the beach to be remote. I think it would suit your purposes.’
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