#MWTease from Auctioned to Protect #bdsm

Happy Hump Day, folks, and welcome to another edition of Mid Week Tease.

*said in her best game show host voice*

Okay, okay, I'll be serious. I'm just in a rather happy mood, because I got new Cover Art this week, so today's tease comes from Auctioned to Protect, which is scheduled for release on March 11th.

Those of you who've read Auctioned to the Honorable Dom will remember Laura's brother Mike... Well, this is his story, and an obedient submissive this man doth not make. It gets hot, be warned!

*grins*

She clenched her hands so hard that her nails dug into her palms, and Mike finally moved. With a grace that seemed out of sorts for his huge frame he knelt on the stone floor in front of her and grasped her hands. Heat arched up her arms from the simple contact, and she put up no resistance when he uncurled her fingers one by one and then pressed kisses along the crescent moons left behind by her nails. Scarlett knew she should stop him, but the reverent way he worshipped her hands left her breathless and wondering.  By the time he stopped and sat back down on his haunches to look up at her, her heart was trying to beat itself out of her chest, and the raw lust she saw in his heavy lidded gaze took her breath away.

"Why?" he asked.                                          

The single question hung in the air between them, heavy and expectant, and she took a step away from him, to stop herself from reaching out to touch him.

"Why what?"

Mike laughed and gestured around the room, and with a self-depreciating glance down at himself shook his head.

"This. All of it. Why do you need this? I really want to understand this, but I just can't wrap my head around it. Why the fuck am I even down here? I mean I'm all for going along with what turns a woman on, but this is just…"

He let his words trail off and she had to smile at the bewildered expression on his face.

"How do you feel down there, right now?" she asked and he frowned again.

"Stupid."

"Why?"        

Mike's groan trembled through her, and she had to fight the urge to clench her thighs together.

"Because usually the only reason I'm down on my knees in front of a woman is because I'm going to eat out her cunt, okay. And something tells me you're not going to let me do that anytime soon, so yeah, I just feel stupid."

He glared up at her, every inch of his large muscular frame tense and looking uncomfortable, but it was the look in his eyes that made her blood sing.

"And if I told you that you could do just that? What would you do?" she asked.

Her question had the desired effect as he visibly relaxed and some of his usual cockiness returned.

"I'd rather show you than tell you." His voice had taken on that sandpapery feel again. Every syllable of his deep baritone seemed to scrape along her nerve endings and settle deep inside her core. It made her want to take him up on his offer so badly she had taken several steps toward him before she even realized what she was doing. He flinched when she dug the pointed toe of her boot into his groin and groaned when she ran it along his hardening dick.

"I'm sure you would, big boy, but I want you to use your words. After all, how am I supposed to know if you're any good at it otherwise? I might be wasting my time."

He crunched his teeth together and balled his hands into white knuckled fists on his thighs. When he looked up at her again his eyes were almost black with need. Seeing her own lust reflected in his eyes pitched her arousal one step higher and she was suddenly desperate to take this to the next level.

"I'd start by grabbing that damn zip end with my teeth and pull it away until I could reveal your cunt layer by layer. I'd take my time and drive you crazy, as my breath teased your moist folds, and I would lap at your cream. I'd lick and nibble my way around the outer lips and then delve deeper inside until I find your sweet spot. I'd coax that little nubbin with my teeth until it swelled and peeked out of his hiding place proud and strong. Then I'd use my hands to spread you wide, so you opened to me, and I'd blow across your moist flesh, until you're so needy for me that your hands yank at my hair and push me into your cunt. Then I'd lick you all over, without touching your clit and then I’d use my tongue to fuck your sweet hole. You'll be gushing for me and I’ll take you right to the edge and then I'll leave you hanging until you can’t stand it anymore, and you scream for me to make you come. Then and only then I'll suck your clit so hard you see stars whilst my fingers fuck you into multiple orgasms, and if you're a very good girl I'll even let you have my cock."

Blood rushed in Scarlett's ears at the erotic images his words provoked, though in her mind's eye, he was Shibari tied and unable to move whilst she sat on his face and he worked his magic with his lips and tongue alone. His goatee delivered friction where she needed him most, and she came in a big gush all over his beard roughened face, as he lapped at her juices like a man starved of water for days.

The hand closing around her ankle brought her out of those lust filled musings and she had to grab onto his big shoulders to stop herself from toppling over when he flung that leg over his shoulder. Hands digging into her hips, he pulled her close enough for his hot mouth to do exactly what he said he would, and she closed her eyes against the sensuous slide of the zip, as he pulled it open with his teeth.

Cool air hit her heated cunt and Mike inhaled sharply against her bared mound.

"I knew you couldn't be wearing anything under there. Fuck, you're so hot."

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I had great fun writing these two, and here's that cover.

Tough undercover cop Mike Anderson does not submit to anyone, let alone a pint sized bundle of curves with a Mistress Complex, who stands for everything he despises about BDSM.

Thrown into a world where the rules make no sense to him, he has to rely on his instincts, and they all scream one thing—submit to His Lady.

Scarlett Simpson is one of the most feared Mistresses at Club Spectrum and she has a score to settle. Mike's atrocious behavior needs addressing. If only she wasn't so attracted to the big hunk of a man, and he didn't prove so utterly responsive. As she explores his boundaries through Shibari and Knife Play, Scarlett can't help but get emotionally involved.

Submission freely given is a gift she treasures, but can she trust Mike to stay around once the case is over? When danger comes knocking, will Mike be able to protect her, or will this end in tragedy?

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