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Hi D, as ever I come bearing chocolate. Ohh look it's in the
shape of a drum kit. Don't you think my grandson deserves the real…Ahhh (she's
glaring at me) okay, chocolate only.
(She's a spoilsport. I know Budda would love the drum.)
So why, apart from Budda
cuddles am I here today?
Well I have a book out, and you know I still can't believe I
write Historical erotica, but that's what Amazon calls it Snigger
I mean me? A grey-haired (well I would be without my
fantastic hairdresser Leigh,) granny: sweet innocent ( okay yeah maybe not),
author of sort of hot stuff. Evidently. Giggles I <3 it!
This week my hot stuff did me proud. Seducing the Regency
Dom cracked the Amazon top 50 historic erotica books on .com. Now there might
only be a few hundred books in that category (okay 2,672 … yes I checked) but hey I was giddy
with my chair swivel jiggle I can tell ya. A little thing but 'tis mine!
No way do I expect this little thing to mean just so much to
other people, and why should it? It's very personal. Now don't get me wrong, people
were very pleased for me and that is fantastic. Any author who gets
recognition, however large or small, is over the moon, and most (but sadly not
all) other authors are oh so pleased for you, as you are for them. After all
success is what we all strive for, be it, in a wee category like mine of a
great big one like 'romance' or 'thrillers'. It means someone had thought
enough of our work to buy it, and hopefully read it. Then it's in the lap of
the gods if they like it or not.
Seducing the Regency Dom is a romp through Regency times. A time
when women were meant to be seen when appropriate and behave as if any
shenanigans their husbands got up to didn't bother them. Better still act as if
they didn't happen.
Not Suzanna.
For a start she's in love with an older man. Now this was
the norm. Well not the love bit, but the older husband. However Suzanna has her
eye on the one man who doesn't subscribe to a sweet and innocent wife for him.
Cue intrigue, giggles heat and well…you'll need to read it
and see.
What more could a Regency Dom ask for? A beautiful young lady begs him not to offer for her, and then when he agrees, she turns the tables and seduces him.
It all sounded too good to be true, especially when her ideas of seduction include him dominating her.
Susanna might want Tony, but not for her parents—or his terms. She won't settle for less than everything. She knows Tony's desires and needs. All she has to do is persuade him that her cravings mesh with his.
Be Warned: BDSM, wax play
Excerpt:
Applause echoed
around the theatre once more, and Susanna stifled a giggle.
"Do you think
that's for me?"
"We'd better
hope not, but it should be. That was exquisite. You are a perfect pupil. Shall
I return the favor? Oh I think so." He didn't give Susanna time to answer.
"Lift your skirts to your waist, sit on the chair and hold onto the arms.
Tuck your ankles around the legs. No one can see you there except me. This is
for us alone. Do you think you'll need a gag?"
Susanna blinked.
"Why would I, oh…" She felt her body heat, and knew once more color
must stain her skin. "Er, perhaps." She knew only too often how she
frequently stuffed the coverlet in her mouth to stop her sighs and gasps
alerting the household to her activities. "In fact, yes. But what?"
"Sit."
I'm
not a dog. However,
in spite of her inclination to say wuff-wuff,
Susanna sat as Tony had directed.
He tucked her gown
tightly around her waist and smiled at her. "I think this time you should
watch." He stroked her from her waist downward, slowly ruffling the curls
of her quim, before letting one finger touch her nub and caress the opening to
her channel.
"These should
go. I have a desire to see your pretty cunt in all its naked glory. If we
continue I will be delighted to be your barber."
She moaned. Those
words along with that slight touch, had created so much cream, and when he put
his fingers to his mouth and sucked, a fresh gush dripped onto her leg.
"Definitely a
gag. I wonder how loud I can make you scream?" He paused.
"Later."
She stared as he
lifted the serviette from the trolley the waiter had left, and rolled it into a
ball.
"Open." She
opened her mouth and he carefully put the soft linen inside. "All
right?" he asked softly. "Nod if you are happy."
Susanna nodded. Happy
was perhaps not the right word. Excited, apprehensive, quivering, all fitted
the bill. Her skin tingled with the thoughts of what he may be about to do.
Susanna was book wise but experience poor, and eager to learn first hand how
different a climax was by someone else's ministrations. She clasped her hands
onto the arms of her chair, and tucked her legs carefully round the bottom of
the chair. The wood was warm over her silk stockings, and the contrast between
that and her bare quim was more erotic than Susanna thought possible. She
remembered his words. He would like her cunt truly bare and he would be her
barber? Oh my. Yes please.
Tony stared at her
for a long minute. Then he opened her right hand to place his snuffbox in it.
"If at anytime you're not happy, drop my snuff box. As you can't speak we
have to have a way of communication. Nod if you understand." Susanna
nodded. I wish he'd hurry up, what if the play ends
and I still haven't come by his hand? I will be bereft. To say nothing of
angry.
Tony's eyes glittered. He took up another
serviette and set it beside him, as he knelt on the floor much as she had
earlier. His prick still hung free from his pantaloons and to Susana's
amazement it was once again standing up out of its nest of curls. He stroked it
from base to tip and collected the tiny drops of pre cum onto his fingertip.
With his other hand
Tony took the serviette out of her mouth. Susanna was dismayed by the
disappointment she experienced. Was that it?
He held his hand to
her lips. "Taste. This is what you do to me."
Susanna let him coat
her tongue. His essence tasted warm and salty. She licked her lips to get the
tiny drops he'd stroked on them.
"Well?"
"Very well, May
I have more?" Her voice was husky. Was that her pleading? Later she might
feel embarrassed at her temerity, but not now. Now she needed to be open about
her desires.
"Perhaps. Later.
If you are good. Wickedly good." He returned the wad of cloth to her
mouth, and bent his head to her cunt.
At the first touch of
his tongue on her clitoris Susanna knew why she needed the gag. He stroked her
from cunt to arsehole with long delicate licks. Each one increased the tension
in her body. Her skin was too tight for her body, the hairs on her head ached
with tension and every nerve end was on high alert. It seemed as if she was
watching from a great height. In one part of her mind, she registered the cat
calls and applause from the auditorium, but nothing mattered except his touch.
Tony pushed her legs apart, and ran the tip of his tongue inside her channel.
Her juices gushed.
Thank
goodness for the gag.
Even in her aroused state Susanna had enough of her wits about her to know she
would scream without it. Her own ministration taught her how close to the little death she was. She began the
first exciting shake. The one where she knew oh so soon she'd fall over the
edge and into the abyss of ecstasy and satiation. She closed her eyes to deepen
her sensations. Tony's grip on her legs tightened, and then he moved up and over
her.
Susanna glanced at
him from under her lowered eyelids. He held his cock in one hand and guided it
toward her cunt.
"Now, Xiao Māo, this is for you.
Relax and let me show you what we can be." Oh so slowly he slid the head
of his prick over her cunt lips and then used her cream to aid his access. Inch
by inch he eased in, and waited until she relaxed. Then it began again. Each
time he moved further, Tony nipped her nub, or kissed her ear.
"Now, it’s
now." He surged the last inch and Susanna blinked as tears of pleasure
cared her lashes. "And come now." He pinched her nub once, bent to
bite the soft skin of her rounded bosom, and surged in and out of her twice.
She shook as she tumbled into oblivion, and then to her distress he pulled out,
to spill over the spare serviette.
The roars increased.
Shouts of bravo echoed around them, along with 'more' and 'encore'.
It
seems we all came to completion at the same time.
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Congrats, Raven. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Iyana, and Thanks Doris for inviting Tony and Susanna
ReplyDeleteLove your regencies, Raven!
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