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Eliza would remember the reflection of the lantern, when he turned her on the staircase and arched her back like something out off of an old Hollywood movie. She would remember when they almost kissed, their faces close together and the aura of his breath making her quiver.
She had quivered when she saw Oscar in the restaurant. They had been to that restaurant before. She was not there because she wanted to see him, but because she wanted sushi. That was at least the narrative that she told herself.
It was not unlike the first time that they met. He was at the bar, sipping a drink. Eliza assumed whiskey because she knew that he liked that. She stood in front of him, and watched his breath move his body gently. Then increase with her proximity. Everything was fine with Rafe, she was in a much better place than when she had met Oscar that night. But she was alone, and he was alone. The way he looked at her, as his breath deepened and she stopped breathing all together.
She wanted him.
They used to go to that restaurant, because there was a hotel nearby that her company had an account with. Neither one of them was inhibited about renting a decadent room for the afternoon, in which to make love like it was their job.
His knees caressed the front of her body when she got closer to him. She looked at him, her heart light. She had not seen Oscar alone since before she and Rafe got back together.
She moved her lips to say something, and Oscar put his fingers to them. Eliza was not sure what inanity she was going to release from her mouth, but as soon as he touched it she knew she wanted him right then and there.
Oscar did not get his sushi, as he tilted her precariously over the winding staircase. She saw the reflection of the lantern upside down as he pressed his torso to hers.
Eliza swore that she saw a conspiratorial smile on the face of the hotel clerk, who she knew recognized them when they arrived.
Now, she kept thinking, now. Finally now they were going to be together, and it was all that filled her heart and mind.
“You did not get your food,” Eliza smiled, looking up at him. “You left your order there, and now we are never going to be able to go back there…”
Oscar’s lips pressed against hers on a slant. He almost kissed her on the staircase, but now he kissed her for real.
It was then that Eliza realized that Rafe had not meant to hurt her when he had gotten involved with Sandrine without telling her. Sometimes you wanted someone—now—and there was no time to ask if that was okay with your partner. You needed—she needed to be with Oscar…
She stepped out of the puddle of her dress on the floor, Oscar pressed his hands over her naked curves. He had established that they were not going to talk—yet—but she knew that he wanted to know if she had gone to work without any underwear at all.
But he did not say anything to her, as his hands pressed her buttocks and she rubbed herself against the front of him like a kitten. Eliza rubbed against him more provocatively, until he did slapped her backside over and over. She wanted to look in the mirror to see the redness, instead she closed her eyes and all she could see was the lantern reflected in the window as they left the restaurant where he left his food and decided it was time for dessert.
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lantern’s reflection photo by f dot leonora
I met Rose C. Carole at BDSM Writers Con, which I wrote about and have pictures of. She is one of the organizers of the event–which I cannot wait to return to next year! At the time, she told me about Catering to His Needs. I was salivating–I mean food and kinky sex? This is the stuff (my) dreams are made of! I invited Rose to promote then and there, and here she is!
I want to thank Leonora for generously allowing me to guest on her blog and promote my new book. I met her at the BDSM Writers Con in New York City last August and it was great to get to know her.
Writing about BDSM is a challenge. For those unfamiliar with the lifestyle but are intrigued by it, it is difficult to make them understand how people engaging in what appears to be dangerous and abusive behavior are actually creating a very intimate connection. I think the element that transcends everything is showing passion. Everyone understands passion.
For my new series Kitchen Confessions, it was my goal to create a world of characters most readers could relate to and then show how BDSM could play a role in it. As much as I love a good billionaire story, I wanted to bring the dynamic to a more down-to-earth level—exploring how it would look with people pursuing careers, raising families, juggling all the other demands that life brings everyday—and figuring out how to create passion in the midst of all that chaos.
The first book, Catering to His Needs, is all about how family can be the deterrent to finding new love. The book blurb reads
Ethan is at his wit’s end. Gina, his brother’s ex-wife, has threatened to reveal that Ethan is a member of the Playground, an exclusive BDSM club, unless she gets more alimony from the family trust fund. The scandal that would arise from such a revelation must be avoided at all costs–not only for the sake of Ethan’s reputation, but for the future of his relationship with his treasured sub, Rebecca.
Rebecca is a single mother working hard to expand her catering business. The only peace she finds from her building stress is in the handcuffs of her strong Dom, Ethan. But Rebecca’s life is not her own. Her teenage son is not handling Rebecca’s divorce well, and Rebecca feels the responsibility for her son’s happiness like a weight on her shoulders. Between her business and her son, she has little time for herself–or the growing emotional demands from her Dom.
Ethan is determined to take their relationship to the next level, and Rebecca is equally determined not to upset her son further by revealing that she has a new man in her life. Fortunately, Ethan is a Dom with a passionate interest in seeing that his sub is happy–even if he has to whip some sense into her. He’s making progress until suddenly his own problems take a turn for the worse. His brother Zach has gone missing under suspicious circumstances and now it’s all Ethan can do just to keep himself out of jail. The cat, as they say, is out of the bag.
As their lives spiral out of control, will Ethan and Rebecca be able to find a way back into each other’s arms?
He heard her car come up the lane and went to meet her. He directed her to a spot where she wouldn’t block him in if they wanted to go out during the weekend and approached. He walked up to the car, opened her door, then took her hand and helped her out. He embraced her and gave her a quick kiss.
She looked delicious in a simple blue sundress that brought out the blue in her eyes, which at the moment looked that deep azure color he recognized when she was full of expectation, confirmed by her half smile. Good. She would play right into his plans.
“Welcome to my home. I’m so glad you could make it.”
“Me too. I’ve been looking forward to it all week.” She regarded him shyly through her long lashes.
“Our D/s dynamic starts right now, Rebecca. Give me your car keys, then get out your uniform. I’ll bring the rest of your things into the house. I want you to go around back into the fenced area. You will find your instructions on the bench. Once you follow them, I will meet you there.”
A momentary look of panic crossed her face and he wasn’t sure she was going to do what he’d asked. But he didn’t push her at this point. He needed her to go willingly, so he just waited until she squared her shoulders and calmed herself.
“Yes, Sir,” she finally said in a clear voice.
“That’s my girl,” he assured her. “Now go.”
She proceeded to the back gate, and he set about collecting her small suitcase, the knife roll and the bags of groceries she had brought. Once inside, he put the perishables into the fridge, glancing out of the window on a regular basis to make sure she was okay. Then he left the house, cloaking himself in his serious Dom mode. He had a point to make, and he wanted to make sure she understood how important it was that she got it.
* * * *
Rebecca stood looking at the paper grasped in her trembling fingers. I can do this, she told herself. Ethan wouldn’t allow her to expose herself to strangers, but she still looked around furtively to make sure no one was looking.
She read the words again.
Put on your uniform.
Put the larger cuffs on your ankles.
Put the smaller cuffs on your wrists.
Place your clothes, your cell and purse in the metal box under the bench and secure it shut.
Once you have done all of the above, turn the paper over.
Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she slowly took off her clothes and folded them carefully on the bench then put on the garter belt, stockings and black stilettos she had brought. After securing the cuffs on her wrists and ankles, she put her clothes and purse into the box and shut it. Another deep breath—and another. Then she turned over the paper.
Take the end of the chain on the fence and secure it around your neck with the attached lock.
Oh, my God, really? They had a whole weekend to explore their Dom/sub relationship, and needless to say, it was starting off with a bang. Well, she had wanted to delve into their dynamic more fully than for just an evening. She sure got what she’d asked for—a challenge every step of the way. Her whole body shook and she had to take some more deep breaths to calm herself down. Then she walked over to the narrow chain tethered to the fence, secured the loose end around her neck with the small padlock and sat quickly down on the bench to keep from falling over her trembling legs. And she waited—and waited.
Nichy was on her knees straddling her pillow, so that her bottom hit the headboard as she rode it. She had started on her back, but that had not been enough because she was so horny. She closed her eyes tight and rode her pillow, until she got a cramp in her leg.
On her back again, her hands roved all over her body and caressed the tightness of her cramp until it disappeared. Her hand drifted from her thigh, immediately between her legs and onto her breast right after. She still literally felt Gavin on her. In her. He had left before the sun had come up, to go on a business trip.
Nichy was overwhelmed because she wanted him and he was not there. But she felt him as she pleasured herself and she smiled with her eyes closed, thinking about how delicious it felt because the sex was so new and like a drug. She wanted him all the time. Nichy had not had sex for a while, and now she was overdosing on it.
But as she closed her eyes and drowned in the sensation of recent sex, she thought about how it would be nice when she knew that she did not have to be safe with him. When she could let Gavin come in her mouth, and anywhere he wanted to all over her body. It was nice when she was that close to a man she was with. When there was no fear. When she was with Dorian and Graham, there were no holds barred. Nothing was held back. She loved their come anywhere that she got it.
Dorian loved that she used to take him so deep and so enthusiastically. Graham loved pushing her past her comfort zone, and made her crave his come wherever he chose to deposit it. He liked to take her in public, and know what she was filled with his come and she would have to return to a dinner table in her expensive dresses—he loved to dress her up—and know that she was leaking him.
Nichy loved it. She had loved it the most when she was not wearing panties, so she leaked right to her dress. She was with Dorian and Graham that night.
Nichy shoved her fingers into herself even deeper when she thought about how it had felt to have both of them at the same time. To have both of them come on her, in her, everywhere around her. She had loved best the taste and scent of their fluids—her own included—that surrounded her.
The thought of it made her so wet, she penetrated herself almost like they had penetrated her that night. Her fingernails dug into her breast when she made herself come. Nichy could smell the remembered scent of raw sex that night, and crossed her legs. Her thighs were damp with her come, but she knew that there was nothing of Gavin’s come in her.
And she wanted his.
For now, she was just thankful that he had been, and would be in bed with her.
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the bed by toulouse-lautrec via wikipedia
It is crunch time! The deadlines for my Victorian Era and femdom anthologies are inching closer. I have some AMAZING stories already, and am looking for more!
I am looking for everything! New and seasoned writers, intricate twists and concepts and most of all? Something that makes me cross and uncross my legs on the train when I read it!
I am not a demanding editrix at all!
the bookkeeper by van dijk via wikipedia
“So to summarize,” Carla cornered Margaux in a corner of the party. “You met Rafe Stewart at your sister’s dinner party with his fiancee?”
“Yes,” Margaux said, her body still filled with the excitement of seeing him. She trembled just talking about him. “How do you know him?”
Carla stared at her.
“Do you know why he left the party?”
Margaux shook her head, as Carla beckoned her closer.
“Because Marcus?” Carla mouthed. “and him are kind of enemies.”
“Because Marcus did not fuck Eliza, and because Rafe did fuck Sandrine—who is married to Marcus.”
“Rafe and Eliza have an open marriage?” Margaux questioned.
“You like Rafe, don’t you? Be careful. He and Eliza have been through hell and back, but they are solid. He might get involved with you, but you will never be anything more than a sideshow to Eliza. Unless you are not looking for anything serious…”
Margaux felt woozy, as she finished her drink.
“I just said hi to him, there is no need for a warning Carla.”
“Hey, I am just looking out for you. Rafe can be damned charming. He can get a lot of women to drop their pants just from looking at him. You’re beautiful, if you just want a good time have it…but if you want more, be careful.”
Margaux did not go right away, but she did go outside of the house to get fresh air and because she felt her heart in her throat. She put her hand on her chest, and felt like she was in an old black and white movie from one of the studios.
One that Myrna Loy might have been in even.
Margaux turned around as if she felt someone looking at her.
She watched him, surprised he was there and not. It was like a part of her knew he would be there, but she was pleasantly surprised as well.
“I was thinking about going back in. For you…” he began.
When he mimicked her, she felt moved and discouraged. He made her feel so many contradictions. She wrapped her arms tight about herself, as he came closer to her.
“I just didn’t want it to seem like I left because I saw you…” Rafe continued.
“I know you didn’t—I knew it wasn’t me…”
Rafe studied her.
“You talked to Marcus…”
“She told me…”
Margaux fell mute.
“Just tell me Margaux, what did Carla tell you about me?”
“She told me to be careful…”
Rafe looked at her, and she unfolded her arms.
“Because you are engaged to Eliza, who I know is beautiful and lovely and intelligent and…
“You are all of those things as well. I haven’t stopped thinking about you since I saw you the last time. I was not expecting to see you again, and you have caused me a lot of trouble…”
Margaux stared at him, pointed at herself.
Rafe leaned against the house.
“Eliza and I have an open relationship. We just broke up because I did not tell her about a woman I got involved with, and I cannot live without Eliza…I do not know how I am going to tell her that I need to get to know another woman better. But I need to get to know you better Margaux.”
He took her hand and she trembled, as he lifted it to his lips. Margaux quivered under his kiss, as he looked into her eyes. “I do not have to go back in because I found you…”
He summarized her thoughts.
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myrna loy and clark gable via wikipedia
Nichy stared down into her cup of coffee, as if it were a crystal ball.
That was the thing about having sex with Gavin finally, it felt like she had a bell down there because she always wanted to be on top of him.
And she practically was. They had sex almost all day, finding ways every day to have sex in the office.
Or just outside of the office.
They liked the stairs a lot. She had pulled him into the ladies’ room and having the key for the outside bathroom, she let him fuck her in the stall like she saw Renee and Tyler do once in the bathroom at the bar that the four of them frequented. There were wide cracks in the bathroom door in this bathroom as well. Nichy saw a sliver of her almost orgasm face, as Gavin thrust in and out of her in the full-length bathroom mirror in front of the stall.
“Open the door,” he said to her. “You like looking. Open the door, so you can see your face and what I am doing to you.”
Nichy was so startled that he knew what she was doing, that she hesitated. He slapped her backside—hard—and she pushed the door open, freeing the latch. She had to brace herself against the mirror as he pounded into her. Her breasts flopped back and forth since he had unbuttoned her blouse, and shoved her bra down.
She did not see her orgasm face, because she closed her eyers so tight when she came. She really did see stars.
Gavin slapped her backside again, and the remnants of her orgasm trilled through her. Nichy saw her breath like smoke on the mirror, as she pressed her hands to it and did not pull down her skirt. After a moment she pulled herself together, and Gavin wrecked her all over again with a kiss that was so rough, yet desired.
Nichy could still feel his kiss on her mouth as she stared down into her cup of coffee. It was the first lunch that she was not with Gavin since they had been together. That she had not fucked Gavin. But he had to work on a project, and she went to lunch with Renee.
Renee came back from the bathroom, and Nichy felt her looking at her before she even looked up from her coffee. She folded her arms across her chest and looked at Renee, waiting for a smart remark from her about how she looked.
Renee was silent, and Nichy looked down at her coffee again.
As if it would tell her when she was going to be able to be with Gavin again.Would they have sex on the staircase? The bathroom? His boss’s office later that day since his boss was out? She figured they could go in there with the lights off and fuck on the floor, with just the moon as light over their bodies and New York City looking at them without judgment.
She wanted him.
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crystal ball by john william waterhouse via wikipedia