Auctioned to the Honorable Dom
Doris O’Connor
Blurb: [Siren
Allure: Erotic Older Hero Consensual BDSM Romance, spanking, cropping,
flogging, sex toys, HEA]
A drunken dare sees Laura Anderson sign up for the
Club Spectrum Auctions. A night of kinky sex with a real Dom is just what she
needs. It was never meant to be with Slade Douglas, the only man she's ever
loved. The man who left her standing at her parent's grave, and fled the
country without an explanation.
Fifteen years her senior, Slade had thought her too
fragile and innocent for the lifestyle then, and he made a promise to her
brother to leave her alone. This time he cannot walk away, especially as Laura
is not the innocent girl he remembers. She has grown into a beautiful woman,
willing and able to gift him with her submission, and their chemistry cannot be
denied.
As he explores her boundaries and pushes her further
than she has ever been taken before, Laura flies, but their painful past may
prove one obstacle too many.
There's only one thing Slade can do…
Buy Link: http://www.bookstrand.com/auctioned-to-the-honorable-dom
Release Date: September 25th 2013
Release Date: September 25th 2013
Adult
Excerpt:
Long and thick, his cock rested on his abdomen, and
she traced a finger up the thick vein underneath, until she reached the bulbous
head. His shaft twitched and hardened further under her gentle touch and she
glanced up at his face to make sure he was still asleep. Her heart stalled in
her chest, for Slade was watching her. One thick eyebrow raised, his gaze
pinned her in place. Her skin tingled under his heated regard. Nipples firmed
and her breasts grew heavy, and she squirmed on the bed and hastily withdrew
her hand. Slade smirked and laced his hands behind his head in an air of
nonchalance.
“Don’t stop now, petal. I find myself most curious as
to what you had in mind.”
His deep voice washed over her and she let her eyes
feast on the image of male perfection in front of her. From the full lips drawn
up in a sinful smile, over the beard-roughened jaw, the thick neck with the
prominent Adam’s apple, she let her gaze wander. Down over the width of his
muscled shoulders, and the pectorals covered in a fine dusting of chest hair
that narrowed over the ridges and valleys of his six pack, until it created a
happy trail leading to the dark patch of hair at the base of his thick cock.
“Touch me, petal.” His voice sounded thicker than
before she had started her visual inspection, and her body responded to the
silken promise behind those words with a trickle of moisture between her legs.
Her internal walls clenched in need, and she licked her lips when a drop of
pre-cum appeared at the tip of Slade’s dick. He groaned and she bent forward,
put her hands on his thighs, and then licked that slick of his essence away.
Salty and tangy his unique musk filled her nostrils and she inhaled against his
abdomen.
Slade’s thighs tensed under her hands, and he swore
under his breath, making her smile. His skin, covering the hard muscles
underneath, was silky smooth, and Laura ran her hands over the hard expanse of
his tummy. Her lips followed the path her hands had already taken, and she
flicked the hard little nubs of his nipples, and tugged at his chest hair.
“Naughty girl, you’re heading the wrong way.” The
words were stern, but when she looked up she could see the laughter in his
eyes, and something else, that turned her heart into a sledgehammer.
Slade wrapped his hand into her hair and tugged her up
and close until she half lay on him. Her scalp prickled under the firm grip he
had on her tresses, and her eyes closed at the first brush of his lips against
hers.
He licked along the seam of her lips, and Laura
sighed. Slade slipped in and took charge of the kiss with a thorough
exploration of her mouth that left her breathless and needy.
She clenched her thighs to relieve the ache between
her legs and Slade broke the kiss with a smile. He slapped her ass right across
one of the welts leftover from last night and the residual pain zinged straight
to her clit. Like sweet torture, that tiny bit of pain increased her need for
him tenfold and she moaned her denial when he released her.
Slade cupped his now fully erect cock, and smiled at
her.
“Beg for it, if you want it, petal, like a good little
sub.”
Startled she looked up at him, and Laura swallowed hard
at the intensity of his stare. Jaws clenched, Slade studied her, and her
insides turned to goo at the air of command he exuded.
“Please, Sir, may I have your cock?”
Approval lit up his eyes, and Laura breathed easier
knowing that she had pleased him. Never in a million years would she have
thought that she would beg for a man’s cock, yet with him, here, right now, it
seemed the most natural thing in the world. He stroked himself faster and
Laura’s pussy clenched and unclenched in rhythm with those long fingered
strokes up and down his cock. She wanted to wrap her fingers round his thick
girth and swallow the renewed moisture leaking out of his slit.
“Where do you want my cock, petal? Which one of your
sweet holes shall I fill?” Slade asked. He palmed one of her breasts with his
free hand and squeezed hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. Sweet pain that
made her more desperate for him.
“Shall I fuck your tits, petal, or your mouth?” He
abandoned her breasts and ran his hand up to her throat, squeezing slightly,
before he covered her mouth. His fingers dug into her jaw and he pulled her
closer still, until he could nuzzle her neck. A shudder went through her and he
sucked hard enough to leave a bruise. Biting down slightly, he then released
her and ran his hand back down her body. He tapped her legs and Laura opened
her thighs automatically.
“Good girl,” he whispered. Before she even knew what
was happening, he had her flat on her back with her legs flung over his
shoulders. Wide open and exposed, Laura trembled and flinched as he rubbed his
stubble across the sensitive skin of her upper thighs. His hands dug into her
ass cheeks, lifting her off the bed and she gasped when he slid his fingers
through her wet slit and then pushed his slick thumb through her little
puckered hole.
“Maybe I’ll fuck you up the ass. Would my little petal
like that?”
Authors Bio: Glutton for punishment
would be a good description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an
almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children,
ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house,
cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and
supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to
do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the
locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her
characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will
find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any
peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and
sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as
they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting
love stories are guaranteed.
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