Happy middle of the week to you, folks. It's that time again where a bunch of us tease you, courtesy of the awesome Sandra Bunino.
For today's tease I've chosen a story I subbed yesterday. This is actually the first erotic story I ever wrote, and the third story I published as a brand new author back in December 2011. Back then it was called Awakening.
I asked for my rights back earlier on this year, because I wanted to expand the story, and rectify some things that I didn't know about back then.
Awoken by the Sheikh is it. Considerably hotter, and longer than the original version, it will also be the start of a new fun little series I have in mind, tentatively titled Services to Sisterhood. Imagine a tropical island, where fantasy fulfilment is the game....
In this story, the heroine Astrid has a thing for the forbidden pleasures of the Harem, and Prince Rashid is just the man to give her that fantasy...
Lost in her thoughts and ever growing awareness of her own body’s needs, the Bedouin style tent rising up in front of her took her by surprise. How far inland had they walked? The tent stood proudly on its own, surrounded by lush vegetation. The soothing sound of falling water that cascaded over man-made rocks into crystal clear waters, took Astrid’s breath away. Could he have chosen a more romantic, secluded spot for whatever he had in mind? As though she conjured him up with the power of her thoughts alone, the man appeared from inside the tent, the minute Layla stopped just outside the entrance. Dressed entirely in traditional Arab clothes, he looked more imposing than ever. One harsh command to Layla and the woman disappeared into thin air, which left Astrid to look up at him. Astrid swallowed nervously at the heated gaze he swept over her body, all too aware of the see-through nature of her own traditional dress. She may as well be naked, for pity’s sake. Oh lord, don’t go there. The mere thought of being naked around this commanding man, meant she had to bite her lip to stop herself from moaning. Rashid smiled and drew her into his warmth. The minute she stepped close enough to him, she closed her eyes, and inhaled his clean scent. She really needed to get a hold of herself, but the man just smelled so good.
Rashid towered over her, and his hand burned through the sheer material at her back as he ushered her inside the tent and its lavish interior. She curled her toes into the thick, lush pile of the oriental carpet. Scattered lanterns brought out the incredible array of colors. The low seating was covered in silk scarves and the air thick with incense and sensual promise. She drew a shuddering breath into her lungs, when Rashid’s arms went round her waist, and drew her into his hard frame, until her back rested against his chest
“You have been a very naughty girl, my pretty.” His harsh voice skimmed along the sensitive skin of her neck, and her heart slammed into her chest bone. Arousal warred with unease at his next whispered words. “Did I give you permission to come without me?”
“Wha - What?”
Oh. My. God.
Had he heard about her baths adventures? Or worse, had he watched her? At the thought, her heart missed a beat. His large hands dug into her hips and she gasped at the rock hard erection that pressed into her buttocks. Moist heat pooled between her thighs, and she found it hard to breathe.
“Naughty girls need to be punished.”
Punished? What on earth did he mean? Before she could question him he spun her around in his arms. One hand pinched her nipple hard. The pain was more arousing than she would have thought possible, and his other hand fisted in her hair and yanked her head up. He pinched her again, harder this time. The desire she saw in his dark eyes, as he assessed her reaction made the pain spiral down towards her pussy.
“Stop, you’re hurting me!” Is that breathy denial really my voice? Her heart turned into a jackhammer as she waited for his next move, and arousal warred with fear.
He tugged her closer into his solid wall of muscle. A small smile played on his lips at her sharp intake of breath when the move brought her clit in direct contact with the broad tip of his cock. It nudged at her through the thin fabric of both their clothing.
“You don’t want me to stop.”
The growl in her ear, combined with another sharp pinch to her other nipple sent her breathing into erratic overdrive as one large hand cupped her wet folds. Heaven help her, a stab of pure lust made her knees tremble. His low chuckle had to be the sexiest sound she’d ever heard. His stubble grazed her neck, as he suckled on her skin, and sunk his teeth into her flesh at just the right side of pleasuring pain.
He took her moan into his mouth, and his tongue dueled with hers, before he nipped at her bottom lip hard enough for her to taste her own blood. Startled, she tried to pull away from him. His iron grip wouldn’t let her, however, and his predatory smile held her captive. “I can smell your pussy, and I’m going to taste you until you scream for my cock to fill you, deep and hard, right here.”
Here is tentative blurb:
Loosen up and awake your inner Sex Goddess … call it services to sisterhood.
The mere thought of an all-expenses paid trip to a tropical island of sexual abandonment makes straight laced school teacher Astrid break out in a heat rash.
What fantasies is she supposed to live out, exactly? You kinda need to have them to re-enact them, right? However, she can’t really turn down a birthday present, even if her outrageous best friend would let her.
Everything changes when she wakes up in her very own Arabian Fantasy. Prince Rashid expects her complete obedience, and Astrid can’t help but respond to the demands of the enigmatic Sheikh. Maybe it’s just the ambience of this place but Astrid finds new strength in her submission, and the sex is out of this world.
What happens, however, when reality beckons? Can she hold onto the fantasy?
Do makes sure you hop along to the other fabulous teasers, and keep your fingers crossed for some good news re my submission soon.