Blurb
Muse
Of course she’d dreamed of being a slave. That was obvious
on a close reading of any of her romances. The passion leaked out, even in the
tamest of her kinky scenes. Yet when the Master she’d craved appeared, at first
she didn’t recognize him.
Détente
I don’t want to surrender, but I can’t help it. I’m dizzy
with instantly kindled lust. He nips at my lips, probes me with his tongue. He
drinks me in, consumes me. Between my thighs everything melts. The room begins
to smell funky, as though he already had me naked and open before him.
Also includes an X-rated excerpt from Babes in Bondage:
Vegas Babes Book 5.
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X-rated Excerpt – from “Muse”
“Sir?”
The room had been silent for so long, her own voice startled
her. He looked up from his book.
“Done? Let me see.” Seating
himself out of reach once again, he perused the three and a half-pages she’d
composed.
Anxiety mingled with lust, she watched his reactions. He
arched an eyebrow – pursed his lips – shook his head. Did he like it? Was it
raw enough to earn her the reward she craved?
Finally he set the pad down. His lips curved into a grin.
“You certainly are a nasty girl, Lissa. Just as I suspected.”
Unzipping his coveralls, he draped them over the chair back.
He was naked underneath, sporting a sizable erection that made it quite clear
what he thought of her work. Elation sang through her.
“On your knees, slave.”
Still shackled to the chair, she was awkward as she slipped
to the floor.
“Hands clasped behind you. Back
arched.” She presented her breasts, wondering what he thought of their modest
size. They hadn’t really talked about bodies at all. At least her nipples were
impressive, pert, fat nubs the size and shape of hazelnuts. He brushed the tips
with his palm, sending tendrils of pleasure spiraling down to her clenching
pussy.
“Don’t move, now. And be
quiet.”
She’d read about nipple clamps, of course, including
personal accounts on BDSM blogs. Her research did not prepare her for the burst
of agony when he slid the tines of the tweezer clamp around her nipple and then
let go. She bit back her scream, her breathing shallow as she tried to adjust
to the excruciating pressure. He pushed the ring circling the tines further up
toward her distorted flesh, tightening the hold. Had she really wanted this?
And yet she was soaked, too, her clit pulsing with each surge of pain.
“Very good. Now the other...”
Two clamps hurt far more than twice as much. She whimpered,
determined to act like the slave he believed her to be, obedient and brave. He
traced the outline of her lips with one finger, then slipped it inside her
mouth. She sucked hard on the digit, imagining it was his cock.
“Soon. Very soon. You’re doing
well, Lissa.” He removed his finger and this time she couldn’t stifle her moan.
“On all fours now.”
Gravity pulled at her breasts, heightening the pain. Mitch
unfastened the chain securing her to the chair then backed away. “Crawl to me,”
he ordered. She did, knowing she looked ridiculous, not caring if this was what
he wanted.
He’d thrown a pillow onto the carpet. With a hand between
her shoulder blades, he pressed her head to the floor. “Stretch your arms back
behind you.” She’d complied before he’d even finished the order. This was,
after all, her fantasy.
About Lisabet
Lisabet
Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – over one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.
You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads, Pinterest, and Twitter.
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Hello, Kryssie,
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