Monday, July 31, 2017

#NewRelease - His Firm Direction - Alexis Alvarez - #romance #spanking #erotica

When she is offered the lead role in a bold, controversial new play by Axel Masters, the hottest off-Broadway director in the country, twenty-seven-year-old actress Cleo Martinelli is delighted. As rehearsals get underway, however, she finds herself having trouble getting into the mindset of her character, a woman whose firm-handed husband spanks her when she is disobedient.

After Cleo's difficulty playing her part convincingly leads to a public confrontation with Axel, she worries that she will be fired, but instead the handsome director calls her into his office, scolds her for her petulant attitude, and then suggests that she is in desperate need of the kind of stern correction the character she is struggling to play receives from her fictional husband.

To her surprise, being reprimanded like a naughty girl proves to be intensely arousing for Cleo, and soon enough she is lying over Axel's lap with her bare bottom exposed for a thorough spanking. His bold dominance leaves her begging to be taken long and hard, and a passionate romance quickly blossoms between them.

Cleo's new understanding of what it means to submit to a man's strict discipline pays off on stage, but as the positive reviews pour in she cannot help wondering what will happen to their relationship after the curtain falls on the last showing of the play. Is Axel truly in love with her, or does he see her as nothing more than an actress in need of his firm direction?

Publisher's Note: His Firm Direction includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

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“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I will do what you say,” she said, forcing the words out.

“You’ll love it,” he promised. “Take off your panties.”

“Right now?” she asked, her eyebrows shooting up.

“Are you supposed to argue, or just do it?”

“Do it, I guess.”

“You guess?” He crossed his arms. “You just earned yourself five extra spanks. You going for ten extra?”

“No! That’s not fair! You can’t give me extras. I don’t even, I’ve never even been spanked.” But the idea of being held down and given an extra punishment was somehow so arousing that she squirmed and pressed her thighs together, even while indignation surged through her at his cavalier confidence.

“All the more reason to be obedient your first time, then, I’d think,” he said. “Ten it is. If you don’t want it to be fifteen, give me the panties right now.” He held out his hand.

She hesitated, licked her lip, then slowly wiggled the fabric down over her hips and down her legs. She stepped out carefully, then extended her hand. “Here.”

“Thank you.” He tucked them into his jeans pocket, letting the lacy strings stick out. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“Sorry, Cleo.” His voice held remorse and resolve. “This is supposed to be punishment, so no more rubbing until it’s over. It’s time for those extras you earned… the ones with the belt. Don’t touch your ass.”

Adrenaline swirled through her body and she swiveled to look at his face.

“Watch what I’m doing, Cleo,” he ordered, shifting her so she was sitting on the couch.

“Ow! My butt is already sore,” she complained, but at a stern look from him, she stayed seated, although she shifted uncomfortably on the rough fabric, which made the stinging more prominent.

“No, please,” she begged, anxiety flooding her, as he deliberately held her eyes, pulling the belt from the loops with a soft swish. He folded it over and slapped it into his palm, and she jumped. “God! Axel.”

“Sir.” He nodded his chin at her. “In just a second, you’re going to get up on your knees and lean over the back of the couch. Keep your thighs spread wide. You’re getting ten hard ones with the belt. After that, I think you’ll be properly contrite.”




“Twelve. I suggest you stop arguing, Cleo, if you don’t want the count to go higher.” He took the panties from his pocket and tossed them to her; startled, she caught them. “Slide these back on, but only up to your thighs. Now.”

“But why?”

“Because I like the way it looks.”

Excerpt: (Super Hot, Dirty One!)

“When I say, ‘Cleo, I want a good hard blowjob,’ you’re going to get on your knees immediately, wherever you are, whatever you’re doing. I don’t care what it is. You’re making lunch, we’re rehearsing, you’re sleeping and I wake you—you’re going to say Yes, Sir, and get right on your knees. Got it?”

“Yes, Sir.” This was horrible, so why was she all turned on?

“I may have you strip first; I may not. If I want you to strip first, I’ll have you get up and do it, then get back on your knees. Once you’re down for good, you’ll put your hands behind your back and allow me to bind them together. Do it now.”

She reached back and he fastened her hands with soft cuffs, crouching down behind her.

“That feel okay?” he asked, inserting a finger between the leather and her wrist. “Not too tight?” He ran his fingers lightly over her shoulders. “Wiggle for me.”

She shimmied. “Like that?”

He laughed and traced a path from her wrist up to her neck, and she shuddered at the soft, tickling torture. “Eee!”

“You good?” he asked, repeating on the other side.

She twisted to get away from the featherlike touch. “Yes! Ahaha!”

“You tell me if you are suddenly not, okay?”

She nodded, and he walked around her body and crouched down to look into her eyes. “I like seeing you bound like this. It makes your tits stick out for me.” He pinched them both, not too hard, and she sucked in a breath. He kept pressure on her soft skin while he spoke. “You’re not going to complain or argue. Your only answer will be yes, Sir. If you resist, I will use my belt on your ass, either right now or later. But believe me, I will do it, just like I held your legs up just now to punish you for disobedience. It will happen, and it will hurt. Got it?”

She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

He squeezed her nipples hard enough to make her yelp, then licked each one in turn until she felt like her eyes must be glazed with desire.
He stood and continued, “In fact, maybe I’ll have you take off the belt yourself and have it ready, just in case. And you’ll tell me, ‘Here’s the belt in case you need to whip me during the blowjob, Sir.’”

She nodded. Her pussy was practically weeping by now. God!

He walked around her and she couldn’t see him, and she wished she could. But his voice! That sexy, stern voice! “Then I’ll approach you and you’ll take my cock into your mouth. I’ll use your hair and head to guide you as I fuck your mouth as deep and hard as I want. When I come, you’ll swallow it all. If you miss a drop or gag, you get the belt. I want the belt to be your motivation to learn and improve. After a few belt spankings, I’m sure you’ll be very inclined to give me the perfect blowjob every time.”

He walked back around and stood in front of her, arms crossed. “Look at my eyes. Good. When I’m done, I’ll clean up and dress, and you’ll stay there on your knees, bound, silent, until I come back. Then you will thank me for the gift of my cock, for being allowed to suck it. I’ll untie you and help you stand, and then decide if you need any punishment with the belt for your performance.

“We’ll discuss it seriously, and you’ll agree if you missed the mark. If I have to whip you, we’ll do it in the bedroom, here. You’ll spread your legs as wide as they go and lean over the bed, showing me your naked ass as a target. And I’ll deliver some good hard blows that make you cry and jump and dance, until you’ve been properly chastised. Hmm?”

He knelt beside her and ran a hand down her body, stroking her skin, cupping her ass cheek, and she pushed into him, moaning. He pinched one nipple lightly and she sucked in her breath as he tweaked it, then worked the other. When he slid his hand between her ass cleft and fingered her gently, touching her, she whimpered.

“So wet,” he said.

She panted as if she’d run a race. She wanted him to fuck her right now. His words were driving her mad.

He leaned in and spoke softly into her ear, his mouth and words tickling her skin in the most tantalizing way. “You won’t get to come until later, probably. Although I might take pity on you and give you a nice finger-fucking orgasm if you’ve been especially good. Don’t count on it every time, though. Blowjobs for me don’t mean an automatic orgasm for you. That’s not fair, and it’s deliberately not fair. You’re going to work hard at your blowjobs to earn a great orgasm, and I’ll give them out when they’re deserved. Got it? You complain about not getting an O, you get more belt.”


Alexis Alvarez is an author, photographer, and digital designer who loves writing steamy romances.  Her female heroines are always strong, intelligent women who fall for the sexiest guy around...and get the happy-ever-after ending of their dreams.

Alexis is a wife and mom, a former chemical engineer, a dachshund-whisperer -- wait, that’s a lie. The dachshund usually does the exact opposite of what he’s told.

Do you like contemporary romance?  Darker BDSM/erotica novels?  Alexis has you covered. She writes in both genres. 

You can usually find Alexis hanging out with her family or her sisters, who are also romance writers, at their website, Graffiti Fiction.  The three of them love to drink wine together and laugh like hyenas while making dirty jokes and really inappropriate comments. Their mom is very proud.

One really cool thing about Alexis is that she’s a friendly author who loves meeting new people on Facebook. Please come on by and say hello. Thanks, and happy reading!

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