The
editor is always right... Katia Lane, a down on her luck writer, finds
this out the hard way. When she submits an erotic tale to Daring Desires
Publishing, one head strong woman meets another as an author/editor war
ensues. There's no room for a diva in the publishing industry...and
Sylvia L. Avers means to demonstrate this to the fledging writer. When
you submit a manuscript to Daring Desires, you submit more than a
book...you submit yourself.
As a BDSM conference nears, both women prepare to face off. Which one is going to be the top space?
As a BDSM conference nears, both women prepare to face off. Which one is going to be the top space?
Be Warned: f/f sex, sex toys, BDSM, public exhibition
Excerpt:
Sylvia chuckled as she ran her fingers
down the front of the other woman’s dress. The fabric whispered under her
fingertips, reminding her of Katia’s skin. She slid her hand to the side,
pausing over a breast, before tracing a finger in a circle over where she bet
Kat’s nipple was. “Do you want to be spanked?” She allowed her tone to take on
the husky sound that often went hand in hand with her state of horniness.
“I...” Katia licked her lips and
shifted, obviously experiencing conflicting emotions. “I’m still not sure about
spanking. It felt good but...”
“Shhh.” Sylvia placed a finger on the
lush, pink lips that she wanted so badly to bruise with kisses. “I know what
you need, Kitty Kat. I’ll make you purr.”
She took Katia’s hand and led her to the
bed. The structure was large and sat high enough to give her exactly the angle
she needed. With coaxing pressure, she bent Katia over the edge of the bed.
Sylvia loved the way Kat’s dress flirted with the bottom of her round, firm
ass. It brushed the tops of the back of her thighs like a black butterfly
testing cream-colored roses.
Without warning, she laid her palm
across Katia’s rear in a gentle smack. The woman emitted a soft gasp of
surprise, but didn’t struggle. Pleased, Sylvia did it again and again, making each
smack a little harder than the last. A part of her wished she’d brought her
paddle, but another part enjoyed the silk against her palm. The way it slid
higher and higher.
When she had Katia panting, Sylvia slid
her hand between the sub’s thighs and inserted a finger into her pussy. “Oh my,
Kitty Kat, you are a spigot down
there. I’ve never met anyone who could turn the water works on like this.”
Katia’s body tensed, and Sylvia laughed
as she used her free hand to slap one of the now exposed ass cheeks. The skin
was a nice shade of pink that spoke of force without the risk of bruising. It
made Sylvia’s own pussy wet to see how well she’d worked the BDSM virgin over.
The mewls of pleasure that Katia gave with each thrust of Sylvia’s finger did
nothing to stave off that desire.
“M-mistress!”
“Yes, my little bestseller?” Sylvia
pushed her finger deep and held still, awaiting Katia’s next words.
“I think I understand now,” Katia said
with a whimper. “I understand it isn’t about pain, but about the trust to take
each other past certain boundaries.”
Sylvia shook her head. “Oh no,” she said
as she inserted a second finger. “You don’t understand quite yet.”
With those words, she began pumping
Katia harder. She allowed her other hand to wander to her waist, down her band,
and under her panties. When she slid her finger inside of her, it was like an
earthquake shook her entire body. As if sensing her orgasm, Katia screamed out
as well, her pussy clenching Sylvia’s fingers.
As they stood there, panting, Sylvia
removed her hand from Katia’s sopping pussy. She went to the bathroom, washed
her hands off, then filled a cup with cold water. Katia sat on the edge of the
bed when she walked back, looking shaken and uncertain. Sylvia handed her the
water.
After Katia took a few sips, she closed
her eyes. “Thank you,” she whispered.
“Now,” Sylvia said as she caressed Kat’s
cheek, “you understand.”
Buy Link - Evernight Publishing
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