Thanks for
having me back for a guest spot, Sara.
Today, I’ve
brought along a sneak peek from my newest Decadence Nights novel, French Kiss.
Marilee
Hoffman is a lonely submissive and a masochist suppressing her deep-seeded
desires. Struggling with loyalty to a
ghost and what she needs to be fulfilled.
In this scene, Marilee’s safe dom for the evening has been
called away. Ready to go home
unsatisfied, Dex, Club Decadence’s master dom has other ideas, pair her with
Master Arturo, the one man who can at last make her whole again.
My naughty little excerpt:
The silicone lashes cut
through the air with a whoosh then connecting with a resounding thwap as they
struck bare skin. A hot sizzle of fire
flared out across both of her cheeks as she arched in reaction. Her head flew back, hands fisted as her nails
dug into her palms. Drawing up tight
like a bow, her legs tensed and her toes curled inward. Her pelvis arced forward bringing her hip
bones into contact with the hard, unyielding wood of the cross allowing no
retreat. She remained that way, poised
tense and quivering, but only for an instant before unbelievably, against all
semblance of self-preservation, she relaxed and presented her ass, back and
thighs for more.
It
had been the same through at least two dozen lashes.
“Ma
gamine, tu es magnifique!” Although the deep voice murmured incomprehensible
words, his tone was unmistakably approving.
“I believe you can take more.”
Breathing
deeply, Mari opened her half-lidded eyes, but didn’t answer, although a
definitive yes echoed in her head. He
hadn’t posed a question, so being the good submissive that she was, she
remained silent, savoring the exhilarating sensations coursing through her
body. There was a pause as he walked
away for a moment. When her returned and
the next stroke fell, she hissed in a breath, as a delicious tremor wracked her
body. True to his word the bite was
different, sharper… and much, much more.
She
twisted her head trying to see what had replaced the silicone flogger.
“Eyes
front, ma belle.” The quiet command in his low husky voice compelled her to
turn around as more delicious heat exploded across the lower curves of her
cheeks.
With
a carnal groan from deep in her chest, she obeyed, resting her forehead against
the cross as her body processed the intensified pain. Behind her, he waited, allowing time for her
body to assimilate each exquisite nuance before whipping her again.
Master
Arturo was good, as skilled as the whispered rumors had implied, for he didn’t
rush the next lash, knowing too soon wouldn’t allow her already excited nerve
endings to respond quite yet. Instead, when the ache reached a stunning
plateau, then gradually receded to the point where she craved more, only then
did he strike again. A novice would not know that he must wait in order for her
to experience it to the fullest, only a skilled master would. What’s more, he
would crave it himself.
Three
more lashes with pauses in between, then she heard him cross to her other side.
She angled her head enough to catch a glimpse as he took his stance, pulled
back his left hand, and let loose. She
gasped as the twin tails of what she recognized now as a leather quirt landed
across both cheeks with the same searing force and intensity as it had with his
right. He was ambidextrous, equally
skilled with both hands. Her heart
thrilled at the possibilities. This was a very unique dom— No, she should call
him what he was, a unique sadist, unrivaled by any other she’d been with even
Derek.
No! She wouldn’t think it.
This
was the exact reason she had sought to avoid him. Damn, Master Dex for putting
her in this position.
For
as long as she’d been aware of her unusual desire for pain, it had been this
way. She wanted more, another bite of
harsh leather, another slap of rigid wood, a sharp smack, slap or spank of a
hard hand, a rigid cane, or a cutting whip on her quivering flesh. Others would have pleaded for mercy by now,
but not her, a true masochist needed the tactile intensity beyond that of what
others found acceptable to truly find satiation.
Her
master had known that about her and was always the one to say when enough was
enough. Random players at a club, strangers,
wouldn’t know that. In part, this was
the reason she restricted her play to moderate pain. Too much with someone who didn’t know that
about her, who didn’t know she was unable to shut it down when she slid into
sub space, could be dangerous.
The
other part was the danger to her fragile heart. She couldn’t live through the
agony of losing another master. It would
kill her. The last time almost had, so she vowed to satisfy herself, as best
she could, with random partners, but no sadists like Arturo Durance.
After
tonight, no more. He was too damn
dangerous. But, as long as she was here,
strung up and under his masterful lash, she could enjoy what he was dishing
out, couldn’t she? For tonight, just
this one time. So she took more. Savoring the bite as the twelve-inch twin
tails descended again, and again.
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The
Blurb:
At thirty-eight, Marilee
Hoffman finds herself a widow with an empty nest and an empty heart. She is
lost, floating aimlessly through life as her family and friends, even the boutique
that bears her name, move on without her. After losing her husband and master
of eighteen years, Mari has vowed never to open her heart to the pain of that
kind of loss again. But she is still young and has needs that only
a dominant can fulfill. She searches for what she craves at a distant BDSM
club, but as her limits are tested, she refuses to submit fully and leaves
unsatisfied time and again, suppressing the submissive and the inner masochist
that she truly is.
MI6
Agent, Arturo Durand, is assigned to stop the leak of weapons technology that
is being turned on his fellow agents with lethal force. His mission leads him
to south Texas, where he calls upon Tony Rossi, an old friend and colleague,
and his security team for assistance. The sadist in him is pleasantly surprised
to receive a guest membership at Club Decadence, the BDSM club that Tony and
his partners run. Arturo finds it is the perfect place to unwind
and fulfill his needs while the investigation drags on.
One
night, when Mari's easy, non-threatening dom is called away, she is paired with
Master Arturo for a scene. Having seen him wield his whip masterfully, she
knows on sight, he is dangerous to her vow to keep her heart uninvolved. There
is an instant spark and as the weeks go on, Arturo breaks through the barriers
Mari has erected around her wounded heart. When new leads in the investigation
implicate a terrorist group and Mari's dead husband, Arturo is also shocked to
find that his new submissive has become his prime suspect. Can he fulfill his
commitment to the crown while protecting Mari and proving her innocence? And
when his identity is revealed and she is hurt, thinking he has played her from
the beginning, can he convince her that she was more than just a mission and
somehow keep her as his own?
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