Showing posts with label #romance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #romance. Show all posts

Saturday, 14 January 2017

Still Climbing! Her Keeper #4 in Bestsellers #blushingbooks #bestsellers #romance #satspanks


Still Climbing! Her Keeper #4 in Bestsellers at Blushing Books. Thank you and big hugs to all my wonderful readers who make that possible! Still 40% off! Love to make that #1 Spot!




        
                                             

Didn't make it in time for satspanks but here's an short excerpt anyway! Sara is telling her best friend Lisa about the incident in college that has made her hold a grudge against Rick.

“Oh, Sara! No wonder he did what he did. Don’t you know anything about men, never mind young, hormonal men? You challenged him in front of his frat buddies about his car!”
“Fine! I get that he acted on impulse. The frat herd mentality even, but he’s never apologized.”
“Maybe he doesn’t feel like apologizing. Maybe he feels you deserved it. Have you ever considered that maybe you did? That’s one fine car you messed with. And it's not a ding, BTW, it's a definite dent!”
“I can’t believe you just said that. How could I deserve it? He beat me, Lisa.”
“Stop being so dramatic. He spanked your drunk, sassy, little ass. He did not assault you. Jeez, spanking is rife at those parties. They have frat paddles for fuck’s sake! You’re lucky he didn’t use one.”
“Someone handed him one. He turned it down.”
“See, you were lucky. He let you off easy.” She looks across the distance between our two properties at the two men standing on the dock. She gives a low, appreciative growl. “That is one gorgeous man. If you don’t want him, be prepared to move over, girlfriend. He can spank my ass, any day.”

         








Thursday, 12 January 2017

Her Keeper in the Top 5 at Blushing Books! #bestsellers #romance #eroticromance #spankingromance


Her Keeper #5 in Bestsellers at Blushing Books. Thank you and big hugs to all my wonderful readers who make that possible! Still 40% off!




        
                                             


Tuesday, 17 November 2015

Two Year Anniversary Celebration of Her Keeper - FREE Today!


It will be two years tomorrow since I released the first episode in my most popular book - Her Keeper! WOW! To celebrate The complete book is FREE today. Get it now as It will no longer be available in KU as of tomorrow!
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Ever since she came crashing into my life, eight years ago, she's been firing volleys at me from her gorgeous bee-stung mouth and green-fire eyes. Even her apologies sound more like challenges. Maybe that's why I acted on impulse and turned her over my knee when she landed at my feet after denting my chrome pride and joy and tried to act like it was no big deal.
I say maybe because I know the angry relief after the hot rush of terror when she lay unmoving at my feet, looking deathly pale, eyes closed with smoky long lashes and all that gorgeous dark hair fanned around her, played a major role. As well as the way she stood up, tossed back her long mane of hair, dusted off the seat of her tight, low-slung jeans, and told me in a cute, drunken, little slur to get over it, you could hardly see the tiny, little ding.
I had no idea who this bundle of female trouble was, but through my own minor, alcoholic buzz, egged on by the cheers and howls of my buddies, I decided it would be a great idea to make an impression that was very far from a tiny, little ding on the seat of those, really should be illegal, too tight jeans.
And I did.
Unfortunately, it was enough of an impression to last eight years with no sign of receding. To my credit, I declined the frat paddle someone tried to hand me, but she fails to see that as a mark in my favor. She's never forgiven me.
Maybe she might if I apologized. Only I reckon she deserved it. She was riding drunk on her bike down a steep incline. Without my car in the way, she'd have gone over the edge. It was just too fucking dangerous. So typical of her. Just plain reckless. She’s lucky I didn’t use the paddle. I won’t apologize when I’m not sorry. So, I accept her grudge as the price of standing by my disciplinary principles.
 
                                                                

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Thursday, 1 October 2015

Chance & Tessa are Back in the Top 100! -The Rancher's Woman.

                                                                        


                                                                  

Friday, 21 August 2015

Rewards after A Spanking - Chance makes good on a promise #SatSpanks Saturday Spankings


Welcome to Saturday Spankings.  My teaser today is from my western romance A Done Deal. Set in the small Wyoming town of Hope Junction, A Done Deal was previously published as The Rancher's Woman. Tessa has just moved to town to start a new business and Chance is the local rancher who falls for her.  After Chance takes Tessa across his knee for the first time, even though they were both aroused, he tells her the rule is no satisfaction right after a punishment.  However, he promises to pleasure her some later.  Later that night after some sexy dancing, he takes her down by the river to make good on his promise. When he firmly caresses her still tender bottom it is a total turn on for Tessa.


     Tessa was amazed at the eroticism of the sensation. Not only did the sting and ache heighten the pleasure, but the memory of his decisive action and her feeling of helplessness across his knee combined to shoot swift spasms through her body. Tessa arched and clenched as the waves of pleasure flowed through her, bringing her to a wonderful, slow-building haze. 
     “Sweet Jesus, Therese Marie, your gorgeous body sings at my touch.” Chance’s voice was thick with desire and longing in her ear, “A tannin’ across my knee might not be pleasant, but it sure does bring some rewards, sweetheart.” Punctuating this with a rough clutching of her tender bottom, he slipped both hands down the back of her jeans and panties to cup her bare cheeks. Tessa moaned at the fiery pleasure of his touch, but also in protest at his abandoning of her swelling clit and pulsing mound. She soon settled down when his hands on her bare buttocks raised her to fit snugly against his throbbing erection. 

Tessa doesn't feel abandoned for long as you can read in the extended extract below the links list

Blurb

"Way I see it, you and me... we're a done deal."

Chance Williams determination is more than Tessa Anderson bargains for when she moves to Hope Junction, Wyoming. Sure, she's attracted to the tall handsome rancher, but she's thinking just some romance and a bit of sexy fun. She isn't looking to fall in love.  She's especially not looking to fall in love with a man who has ideas as old fashioned as Chance's.  Ideas that include a protective streak a mile long. Not to mention a firm hand he's not afraid to use. And, oh yeah - a ring on her finger.

Tessa's firmly fixed on launching her new herb and seed business. The little bungalow she rents from Chance is perfect for her new venture. When an unexplained fire and strange goings on at the property start to threaten her success and maybe even her safety, Tessa has to come to terms with her wayward desires and her hesitant heart.

She might just have to accept that Chance is right about them.

They're a done deal.

   

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Extended Extract


The owner of the bar, the actual Jolene, picked up the microphone and asked for everyone’s attention. “Howdy, folks. Hope you’re all having your usual good time here at my little place. Tonight I’ve somethin’ a little different for you. Friend of mine’s visiting from Casper and she convinced me that you good people of Hope Junction would just love Latin dancing. She and her partner are kind enough to offer us a demonstration and a quick intro lesson. Now, I’m not stupid. I know most of you men are just holdin’ your tongues on account of she’s my guest, but you keep an open mind, now.”
There was a ripple of laughter and a few hoots as Jolene plugged an iPod into the sound system and the room filled with the sizzle and sway of Latin dance music.

“Oh, salsa. I love Latin dancing and music.” Tessa looked up at Chance with a beaming glow as she began to keep time with the rhythm and move her feet in a few steps.


“Well. Lookie here. We got ourselves a little lady who knows the steps already. That right, Tessa?” Tessa stopped moving and colored as all the attention of the bar turned to her after Jolene’s observation.

“Um, yeah a little, I guess.” She looked up at Chance pleadingly, her natural shyness overtaking her.
“Hey there, Jolene. Quit picking on my girl and just get this demonstration up and runnin’.” Chance laughed good-naturedly.

“Sure thing, Chance, but I reckon you and Tessa’ll be one of the first couples up for the intro lesson.” She winked and then added to Tessa, “Get working on him, girl. If you can persuade Chance Williams to move to Latin, we can get the rest of the men up here. That right, boys?”

There were more catcalls, hoots, and grumbling from the men with laughter from the women and then the lights were dimmed. A showy couple in a bright Latin dancing outfit paraded onto the floor. They were a splendid sight blazing into the little saloon, causing a hush to fall over the room. The couple created such an exciting spectacle of color and movement that Chance found himself swaying a little. A fact he didn’t cotton on to until Tessa bumped hips with him saucily. He looked down to see her eyes alight with teasing and excitement. Guess her enjoyment of the dance was chasing away her shyness. He liked that, the way she lost her reserve and was caught up in the action of the moment.
The dance ended and there was an outburst of applause. The couple bowed showily, the man twirling the woman from side to side as they acknowledged the crowd’s praise. 

The lights went up and Jolene stepped forward. “Alright then, who’s up for givin’ it a try? Tessa? Chance? What do ya say?”
Chance took in Tessa’s look mixed with pleading and challenge. Groaning, he listened to the Saturday night crowd’s hoots and hollers. Damn! He was screwed.


 Tessa listened to the crowd egging Chance on and gave him her best come-on stare. Her heart and pulse thrummed excitedly as she watched him lose the battle with his reluctance. Shaking his head in capitulation, he offered her his hand. She took it as he led her out to the dance floor. At that, a mixture of shouts and groans went up from the room as a number of women dragged their men out to follow Chance and Tessa’s example.

Once they got into the lesson, Tessa was pleased, but not surprised to learn that Chance was an excellent lead and picked up the instructions easily. Dancing with him was far more enjoyable and exciting than when she took lessons before. It was only a few simple moves, but Tessa could feel her whole body heat as he held her close in the Latin dance clinch. Every time they went from open to closed hold, the more apparent it became that he was finding the moves just as arousing as she was. By the time the lesson came to an end, Tessa was in a high state of sexual tension.

“Well, folks, hope you enjoyed that enough to sign up for lessons. If we get enough takers, Ricardo and Gena will come up from Casper a couple of times a week. We’ll have Hope Junction swayin’ to the Latin rhythm in no time. Signup’s over there.”

Tessa stood a little dazedly watching as a number of couples crowded round the signup table. Not surprising. The instructors were good. They’d cleverly demonstrated all the sexy but easy parts of the dance as a great introduction.

“What’d you say, hon? Reckon you can handle me steppin’ on your feet twice a week? Will we sign up?”
Trying to snap out of the erotic haze induced by the aftermath of the arousing dance in his arms, she nodded. “I’d love that, Chance.” Her breath came out in a breathy, husky whisper and she couldn’t help shamelessly rubbing against him.

Not missing the desire behind her movements, Chance drew her closer, murmuring in her hair. “We can sign up later. Let’s you and me take a breath of air, Therese Marie. Reckon I owe you somethin’. Got a promise to make good on.”

Tessa’s heart hammered, her stomach flipping; the desire in the look he threw her was unmistakable as he put his hand at the small of her back to usher her outside. Leading her out through the crush of the crowd, he told her in a husky, desire-laden drawl, “Let’s head to the river. It’s real pretty at night.”
Jolene’s place sat on a lot not far from the swift running water and they made their way in promise-laden silence along the path beside it. Fed by the distant mountains, its soft, rushing sound echoed through the thick of the night. The dark velvet sky was speckled with luminous points of radiance while the crescent moon cast a tender glow. Tessa bit her lip and swallowed when Chance headed for a secluded spot. Further into the trees past the initial trail, it was deserted and inviting.

Easing her against a wide-trunked tree, he pressed his aroused body sweetly into her. “Mmm, you feel so soft and hot, sweetheart.” Both his hands slid round to cup her buttocks as he asked her in soft, low growl, “How’s your bottom, hon? Still sore?”

Tessa moaned in a mix of hot passion and mortification. “Chance, how can you ask that! It’s too embarrassing. Besides, you know it must be.”

Chance chuckled. “Good. Reckon you’ll think twice before you push me again now you know how I’ll deal with your misbehavin’ streak.”

He massaged her cheeks the whole time he said this, making Tessa squirm and slowly hump brazenly against him in an unbearably hot arousal. “Don’t worry, I won’t ever push you like that again. No way am I giving you a reason to dish out another spanking!”

“That so? Guess you’re plannin’ on being real good then, ‘cause believe you me, missy, you act up and you’ll get your sweet butt roasted and I won’t be so lenient next time. Understood?”

Tessa could hardly believe that his disciplinary talk was making her nipples peak like hard little pebbles. What about her independent woman, feminist card, damn it! Tessa was too far gone to care. She pushed her buttocks into his hands, murmuring and moaning, rotating her body in frustrated need, taking a perverse pleasure in the fiery feeling in her still warm backside that was spreading between her thighs.

“Oh, God, Chance, please!”

“Please? Oh, yeah, I’m gonna please. I promised you I would. So you just lean back and let me do that.”

Chance took her chin gently in his large hand and turned her face up to his. Beginning at her hairline, he slowly trailed his lips and tongue down one side of her face to her ear. Inserting his tongue, he circled it in a wet full claiming. Tessa groaned into him. Her ears were particularly sensitive erogenous zones and his expert tasting made her knees buckle. Catching her, he supported her, slipping both hands back under her ass cheeks to lift her and fit her snugly against his hard, hot erection.

Shifting his attention to her other ear, he filled it with wet tongue and then growled into it. “See what you do to me, babe? I reckon you’re gonna drive me crazy with frustration while we’re courting. I won’t be so cruel to you. If I recall rightly, I promised you some pleasuring if you were good. I reckon you’ve been real good. You want me to pleasure you, Therese Marie?”

Tessa whimpered and moaned desperately, “God, yes, Chance. You know I do.”

Chance slipped her slowly back down to stand her on wobbly legs. Holding her steady, he eased his knee between her thighs, supporting her with his own. Sliding his hands up, he took both breasts, squeezing and fondling them exquisitely, his thumbs teasing her nipples to fullness. While his hands worked her roundness, his lips paid attention to her mouth. Taking one lip at time, he nibbled each in turn to a wet plumpness before easing his tongue slowly and sensually between them.

Meeting his tongue, Tessa eased into the kiss while squirming in delight at his caresses to her upper body. He slowly drew his mouth from her own, his lips traveling to nibble her neck, pushing aside her collar to suck at her shoulder seductively.

“Hmmm… Oh, that’s lovely, Chance,” Tessa muttered her appreciation, squirming in sensual delight at the feel of his mouth on her skin and his hands on her breasts through her soft cotton blouse and silky bra. His touch sent her aflame even through the material. God, how amazing was it going to feel when his hands were caressing her bare flesh. Tessa squirmed even more at the thought, her pelvis clenching, her clit swelling in eagerness at his sensual stroking of her womanly breasts. Shamelessly, she arched into his hands, desperate for his touch in other places as well. Chance responded to her need, trailing his hand down her belly, lingering to knead her mound forcefully with his large palm before expertly locating her clit area with his fingers through her jeans.

Tessa gasped, amazed that her nub could feel so good from his caresses through the thick material. Waves of pleasure weakened her. His other hand left her breast to cup her bottom, pulling her hard against him, the friction of his broad chest stimulating her nipples and burgeoning breasts. His hands worked their magic on her lower half while his mouth moved higher to nip and suck her neck just behind her ear. His hand on her bottom was forceful and firm, reviving the burn and throb from his vigorous chastisement. Tessa was amazed at the eroticism of the sensation. Not only did the sting and ache heighten the pleasure, but the memory of his decisive action and her feeling of helplessness across his knee combined to shoot swift spasms through her body. Tessa arched and clenched as the waves of pleasure flowed through her, bringing her to a wonderful, slow-building haze.

“Sweet Jesus, Therese Marie, your gorgeous body sings at my touch.” Chance’s voice was thick with desire and longing in her ear. “A tannin’ across my knee might not be pleasant, but it sure does bring some rewards, sweetheart.” Punctuating this with a rough clutching of her tender bottom, he slipped both hands down the back of her jeans and panties to cup her bare cheeks. Tessa moaned at the fiery pleasure of his touch, but also in protest at his abandoning of her swelling clit and pulsing mound. She soon settled down when his hands on her bare buttocks raised her to fit snugly against his throbbing erection. Rotating firmly against her, his movements brought them both erotic pleasure, as he molded her to him, easing her gently against the tree.

Through the haze of desire, Tessa became acutely aware of the scent and sounds around her. The thick aroma of the pine tree at her back, the sound of the rushing water, and the muted movements and calls of the wild creatures in the semi-wilderness just beyond. She clutched at Chance, one hand gripping his hair, the other seizing the material of his shirt at his broad shoulder. The feel of his hands on the bare flesh of her backside along with the throbbing of his hard-on against her thickly clothed clit was sweetly intense. She rotated against him rhythmically, her breath coming in gasps. “Oh, God, Chance. I’m going to come just like this. Oh, oh, oh…”

Chance matched her movements, his voice a deep, sexual sound washing over her. “I hope so, babe, that’s the plan. Let yourself go and come real nice for me.”

At his coaxing command, Tessa’s body clutched and convulsed, her body swept up in waves of long, slow, climatic pleasure. Gripping his hair and digging her nails in his shoulder, she heard her own voice moan deeply in release as her body surrendered to orgasm.

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Saturday, 25 July 2015

Saturday Spankings - Turned On By A Spanking - The Rancher's Woman #SatSpanks #Spanking #excerpt #erotica



Hi Guys,

Welcome to Saturday Spankings.  My teaser today is from my western romance The Rancher's Woman.    Set in the small Wyoming town of Hope Junction, The Rancher's Woman is Tessa and Chance's love story. Tessa has just moved to town to start a new business and Chance is the local rancher who falls for her.  My extract joins the story after Chance has taken Tessa across his knee for the first time.  After he leaves, Tessa inspects the aftereffects in the mirror and is dismayed at her reaction to the spanking.

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 Not only had she let Chance spank her, she let him comfort and cuddle her afterwards, purring at his promises of pleasuring later. Even worse, she was guilty of actually pushing him into it. What was with her! Biting her lip, she looked down at the floor, rubbing and squeezing her backside to soothe the burn and ache. Gradually her rubbing slowed to an exploration of the mottled swelling, lingering over the ridges of his fingertips. Moaning a little, she guiltily let one hand move round to her front, slipping her fingers down over her wet, swollen labia. Oh, dear God. The spanking turned her on.
Blurb
Everyone in town knows sparks of attraction have been flying between Tessa and Chance almost from the moment her nursery business brought her to beautiful Hope Junction, Wyoming.  Despite his bossy ways, Tessa soon begins to realize that Chance might well be the man she’s been waiting for her whole life. Will Chance’s decision to take her in hand tear them apart or will Tessa learn to see his discipline as proof of the love they will share for the rest of their lives?
                                                                           
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Saturday, 20 June 2015

M is for #MasturbationMonday - Watch this space! My Day 13 of the From A to Z of Spanking Blogging Challenge #SpankA2Z

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Welcome to My Day 13 of the From A to Z of Spanking Blogging Challenge #SpankA2Z



My scene today is from Intimate Knowledge 1. Released in multiple volumes it is an ongoing e-serial.  Leo Gold, cultured, half-Italian heir apparent to the nefarious Boston, Gold crime family, has no idea Raisa Gordon is a vice detective when he falls for her. The FBI use the opportunity to place her undercover as romantic bait to infiltrate the Gold operation. Trouble is Raisa finds him impossible to resist, especially as he has an uncanny understanding of her long hidden, dark need for domination and discipline. In this scene Leo has just informed her in graphic details of his intentions towards her.  Outwardly managing to keep her cool she makes her escape to cope with the overwhelming desire he arouses in her: 



I maintain my bland expression, but my body and inner turmoil threaten to betray me big time.  I need to get away from his blatant magnetism.  Breaking his stare with a blink, I make my escape by using every woman’s natural refuge.  With a muttered excuse, I head to the john.  Walking slowly at first, I practically break into a run once I am out of his sight.
It’s Leo.  Get used to saying it.  To the feel of it on your tongue.
How could he manage to make the simple practice of saying his name seem so shatteringly erotic?  I feel weak as I surrender to the chemistry I managed to resist in the gallery.  Turning on the tap, I run cold water over my wrists.  My pulse and breathing gradually achieve normality as I lay my forehead against the mirror.  I give myself a long, hard, appraising look.  My cheeks are flushed, my breasts are moving in little heaves, my eyes are aglow.  Even worse, what the mirror fails to reveal are my clenched pelvis and wet pussy. 
This cannot keep up, Raisa girl.  You need some serious intervention here.  Yeah, intervention.  Exactly!  I look around.  The room is deserted.  Although I know we're the only visitors to the gallery this afternoon, the taboo nature of my intention makes me check the cubicles just to be sure.  I settle myself in the small seating area.  The chair I choose faces a mirror that reflects the door so I'll know if I'm in danger of interruption in the midst of my guilty pleasure.
It shouldn’t take too long.  His image has always managed to bring me off in a matter of minutes.  Now I'm familiar with the real thing it should be even faster.  I usually have my vibrator to help the process, but with my state of high arousal since this morning, along with his slick brand of mind fuckery out there in the gallery, I reckon my hands will do just fine.  Unzipping and slipping my fingers down into my jeans, I swipe along my panties.  They're soaked.  I gasp as my fingers brush against my wet, engorged clit.  Sweet Jesus, I'm so primed.
Lying back, I sink into the luxury of remembering the magnificent view of him this morning.  His tanned, oiled torso.  The rippling muscles, tight abs and pecs.  His shirt stretching across his shoulders as he gulped down that beer with a primal growl.  I press on my clit, rotating my hips.  He had to have been rock hard when he saw me.  I imagine him grinding that hardness cruelly against me and I arch into him.  I remember the look on his face that told me how much he wanted me.  I follow that through in my mind coupling it with the heat of his declaration at the exhibit.  He picks me up and carries me off, throwing me on his bed.
My imagining breaks down a bit here, as I've no picture in my mind for his bedroom.  I switch the scene to his study as he thrusts me down to sink into the leather of his two-seater.  I can almost smell the leather and feel his hard cock grind against my clit.  Oh God, yes, yes.  That’s good, so good.  I thrust my hand down into my panties, applying deep, long fast strokes to my labia and clit.  I turn to my side picturing him behind me on the chair spooned against my body, his hand down my panties, stroking firm and fast, his long fingers pinching, pressing and circling.  His voice and tongue are hot in my ear.
My name, cara…you will be moaning it and screaming it when I'm thrusting deep inside you.
“Leo.”  It is wrung out of me along with the shattering orgasm.  “Leo.”  I gasp it and collapse, my breath coming in heaves.  Oh my God, that was f***ing kickass.  I lie back against the chair with my eyes closed and let the spasms leave me and do their sweet work.  At least now, I won’t be so sexually wound up around him.  Or such a wimp around his disarming charisma.
As the afterglow sweeps over me, unbidden sensations steal in.  I feel his arms supporting me, stopping me from falling, his voice in my ear.  “Careful, Raisa, it’s a very, long way down.”  The heat of his body behind me, the support of his arms.  “You’re safe, cara.  Relax.  I have you.”
I shiver at the memory and then it merges into desire.  His arms hold me close in the afterglow, his rich voice thick with intimacy.  ….the feel of my name on your tongue. 
His long fingers capture my cheek and chin as he turns my head up to meet his lips and kiss me possessively. 
Only it's no longer in my head.  NO.  No.  Noo! 
My eyes fly open and I look across to the mirror, my heart pounding at his touch, his startling materialization standing behind me shocking me out of my daydream.  F**k!  Where did he come from?  Immersed in my pleasure he must've entered without my hearing. 
Please, please don't let it be that he came in when I was coming.  Please let it be that he only saw the very end of my self-help scenario.  Please do not let him have witnessed my pathetic girly abandon to orgasmic delight over him.
The heat in his eyes doesn’t leave me much hope and I decide attack is the surest form of defense.  I sit up, zip my jeans and pull away from his touch sending him an accusing look in the mirror.  No way can I turn to face him.
“What're you doing?  This's the ladies’ room.  You can’t just walk in here and creep up on me.”
Placing a hand on either side of me on the back of the chair, his reflection gives me a knowing look as he tells me in a sensual tone.  “Oh I think I can when I hear a certain lady calling my name.”  He pauses and gives me another heated look in the mirror before adding.  “Twice”  
He is courteous enough not to add ‘while climaxing’ or ‘in rapture’.  His hungry expression is not as well mannered.  It makes it clear to us both that he knows his name was drawn from me in the heat of orgasm.
I want to bury my face in my hands and sink into the floor.  This has to be one of my worst nightmares.  Caught out masturbating by the subject of my desire is beyond humiliating.  So why does my body find it seriously hot?  So much for my plan to intervene and halt, or at least slow down my libido.  My pussy is pulsing and moisture is pooling around the entrance to my womb just as copiously as before.  I fail to answer him and avoid his gaze.
He eases me back against the chair and bends to whispers in my ear with a hot hunger in his voice.  “It excites me to know you can follow my instructions so well and so immediately, il mio tesoro.”  He turns my face towards him and I see his excitement in the dilation of his pupils, the smoky gold flecks almost disappearing in the blaze of his lust.
A heat very different from embarrassment flows through me at the blatant evidence of his need for me and his use of the Italian endearment.  What woman wouldn’t melt when the man of her dreams calls her his treasure? 
 A detective on an undercover mission that is who! 
I try desperately to salvage my sense of duty and struggle to use my mechanism, but it is no use, I am too far-gone, still too deeply taken by the afterglow and his hot tender touch and voice.  I turn my face back and just stare stupidly at him in the mirror.
He emits a satisfied growl and my stomach flips when he encircles my waist with one arm to pull me up out of the seat and hold me with my back, and buttocks hot against him.  I squeak in fright and surprise as he has me facing the wall in two powerful strides.  He lets me slide sensuously down from him to slowly ease, tortuously, over his hard erection to stand on shaky legs.  His hands travel up from my waist in one accord as I slide down and he imprisons my upper arms and raises them to lay my hands flat on the wall in a captive pose.  His palms cover my hands on either side, easily engulfing them.
The heat of his body flows into me and his hot breath is above me as he nuzzles into my hair.  “You can’t deny your feelings after this, Raisa.” 
The honeyed caress in the way he says my name is more tempting than any endearment and I moan and melt back into him for just a moment before I regain my senses. 
“Admit it.”  He insists gently.
I take a deep breath and struggle to curb the emotion rampant in me at this hugely erotic position and the confident passion in his voice.  He waits patiently as I try to outlast him, the sound of both our breathing pounding in my ears, the feel of his heartbeat pulsing in unison with mine against my back.  Finally, I can take it no more and I come clean in a strangled whisper.
“Okay, I admit it!  But just because I feel this way doesn’t mean I want these sensations or intend to act on them.”  I strive to inflect some disdain into my tone.  “Why do you think I am in here, playing with myself?”
“Because you are a coward, cara mia!”  He chastises me fiercely.
The twisted truth in his low-drawled assertion punches me in the gut and I push back against him and turn, making a play to get away from him.  He stops me, his arms caging me, his strong, muscular leg thrusting between my reluctant thighs.  His body is so close on mine, his heat pulses through me in waves.  Gliding his long fingers under my nape, he softly seizes my braid in an erotic claiming that alluringly commands me.
“Yield to me, Raisa.”
It is an order, but it is a seductive one, his voice a caress in my ear, his teeth gently nibbling, easing a sweet fire through my entire body.  His lips are on my throat, his tongue trailing lightly along my collarbone.  The sizzling sensations make me light-headed and my will to resist ebbs quietly away.  I have never felt this way in a man’s arms, never wanted to surrender so totally.  I tilt my chin up towards him, offering my lips.
He draws in his breath swiftly at my unexpected submission and murmurs tortuously.  “Raisa, sweet.  You won’t be sorry.” 
I expect him to take my lips hungrily, but he draws the moment out continuing to trail leisurely along my collarbone up my throat to the curve of my jaw, lightly tracing the outline of my mouth, slipping in so gently the swirl of his tongue mixing with mine is feather light. 
His hands mirror this slow sensuality, discovering my body in a sweet symmetry from neck to hip, before sliding a hand under the curve of each buttock to draw me close against him down along his thigh.  He moves in a slow, undulating cadence so I ride him, the friction of his hard muscles against the seam of my jeans setting my pussy afire with a slow, burning heat. 
He eases out of my mouth, turning his attention to my ear, while gliding his hand slowly up to clasp my breast and tease my nipple.  All this feels so fine, I can’t stop myself from voicing my satisfaction in a sexy moaning of his name.  “Mmm, oh, Leo.”
“Mmm.  For me too, cara.”  Burying his face in my hair, he moves lower to inhale and lave his tongue along my cleavage.  “You smell and taste intoxicating.”  I can almost see his erotic, teasing smile as he whispers in a subtly, chiding murmur.  “Kissing.”  He nips kisses along my throat, thrusting and swirling his tongue inside when he reaches my moist mouth.  “Inhaling…”  He nuzzles my neck and takes in a long draught of my scent.  “Tasting…”  He bends back my throat nibbling, licking in soft little bites.  “Embracing…”  His arms pull me close, his hands possessively encircling my nape and waist.  “None of these pleasures are possible by yourself, teserino.”
As if to test the truth of his words, I indulge my own senses in the scent and feel of him.  The strength of his hard muscles under my hands causes my body to yield even more and I am glad of his strong thigh hot against my pussy supporting me.  My arousal is so potent I wonder if my juices have soaked through my jeans.  He smells of a mixture of woodsy cologne and primal musk.  Taking a soft nip at the opening of his shirt, I take pleasure in the bite of his salty, masculine taste.
Kissing me deeply, his hands cover and massage both my breasts in a gentle rhythm that keeps pace with the cadence of his thigh.  I cannot deny his tender claim on me.  A feeling of inevitability creeps over me, as I fear I am slipping into an inescapable world of his making.
Suddenly he hardens his assault on my senses.  Clutching me fiercely, he drops his leg and lifts me by my ass to grind solidly against his stiff erection.  Seizing my braid in a powerful grasp, he plunges his tongue forcefully into my yielding mouth.  This rollercoaster possession is breathtaking.  An exciting sweep of adrenaline crashes through me along with a potent thrill at the mastery of his skill.  He roughly kneads my ass with one hand, rhythmically lifting me even higher to fit his rigid cock tightly against my hungry clit.  My breath comes in pants and gasps and I cry out as he hauls my leg up around his upper hip, driving me hard against the wall.
His roughness acts like a drug liberating my inhibitions in a fiery haze and I shamelessly meet his thrusts desperate for the feel of him against me.  The wildness of my response pushes him further, his hands at my clothing practically rip my shirt open to unclasp the front of my bra and take my nipples hard in his mouth.  Thrusting lower he unzips my jeans and fits his long fingers down inside to rub against my sopping wet pussy. 
Moaning, captured by devouring need, all thoughts of duty or fear are eradicated by lust.  In this moment, I know that he could take me up against the wall anyway, anyhow and I would have no will to stop him.  From deep inside, the craving for him to take me now, ending any obligation to resist almost spirals out of control.  It is all I can do to keep from crying out my crude, demanding need.
Thank God, the traitorous cry stays inside me.  I hear his voice gruff with a lust as strong as mine offering a softer solution to my need.  “Raisa, you’re so wet, you’re dripping like honey.  I need to make you come, cara.  You need it.” 
I feel his fingers sweep against my bare flesh setting me alight, spreading my juices along my labia and clit, pinching and plumping.  I cry out and feel myself sliding slowly down the wall.  The world tilts as he lifts me, cradling me with his chest hot against my back, his hand still inside my jeans cupping my mound.  Crossing to the chair, he settles me in his lap, facing me away from him, spreading me wide, increasing his pressure on my clit, working my juices all over my pussy lips.  I curl into him and bite my lip to stop from begging him to thrust his fingers, hell, his whole fist deep inside me.  I just want him to fill me.  I arch and moan lewdly on his lap.
I feel his deep laugh vibrate through me, his voice muffled in my hair.  “So different, Raisa.  So cool before and now so hot.  It excites me, you are so volatile.  I am looking forward to fucking you in many ways, in many moods.”
His takes my chin and turns my lips up to meet his just as he did when he first kissed me.  Possessing my mouth cruelly, he starts working his magic on my nub.  Desperate as I was before to have him fill me, now his compelling strokes on my clit center my heat and arousal on my erect, jutting, little core.  Stroke follows deep, fiery stroke and soon my whole existence descends onto that one swollen, pulsing point. 
“Open your eyes, Raisa.  Look.  Look at us together.  I want you to see yourself in my arms when I pleasure you.  To gaze into your eyes when you orgasm.”
I resist at first.  I am a strictly bonk in the dark kinda girl, but his undulating accent is too persuasive and I am afraid he may stop, so I sneak a look through my lashes.  Responding to the view in the mirror with a gasp, my eyes fly wide open.  I marvel at the sight of him as he plays me expertly, keeping his attentions to my body at a level that allows me to ride a long, slow, crescending wave of pleasure towards my climax.  I am arched against him, my head flung back, one arm encircling his neck, the other clutching and pushing at his thigh in a rhythmic mirroring of his possession of the responsive, fleshy spot between my rolling, surging hips. 
The sight of me in the mirror abandoned in his arms is such a turn on, I peak and, with a soft, keening cry, watch this wanton woman, I hardly recognize, come apart cradled against him.  He pulls me in tighter and through my orgasmic mist, a sinister fear steals through me.  His glittering, gold-flecked stare captures mine, promising the inevitable infiltration of my sealed, guarded, dark places. 
Turning me towards him, he cradles me in his lap curling me into his chest.  The scent and heat of him fills me, his words surrounding me in heavy, ragged breaths.  “You are mine, now, Raisa. 
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