Wednesday, 12 March 2014

#MWTease from Auctioned to Protect (The Spectrum Auctions,2) @sirenbookstrand #bdsm

Hello, lovely peeps, it's time for that tease again, hosted by the awesome Sandra Bunino.

Yesterday saw the release of Auctioned to Protect *dances again* so I had to bring you a little tease from this story.

To set the scene. Mike and Scarlett have had some intense play time in the club, and are now leaving it. What follows leads up to a shift in the dynamics of their relationship, as Scarlett has to rely on Mike to keep her safe...

Mike pushed her helping hand away and scrambled to his feet. The way he towered over made her feel small and feminine, and his scowl made her heart flutter. He was utterly furious, yet he stood there, head bowed, and waited for instructions. She handed him a fresh blanket to cover up and he accepted it with a grateful smile.
“Follow me, Mike. I think we’ve done more than enough for your first time. Time to get you out of here.”
He regained some of his swagger by the time they reached the lockers, and the wide-eyed attendant handed Mike the key.
Scarlett shrugged into her coat, perfectly happy in her club attire, but Mike could hardly leave the club naked. A fuzzy feeling spread through her belly at the thought of a naked Mike at her disposal out of the club. She had no intention of ever taking on another full-time submissive, but damn it if that visual wasn’t appealing.
The vision of a fully dressed Mike appearing moments later was another far too appealing sight. From the scuffed army boots, to the faded jeans that clung to his tree-trunk thighs and hugged the impressive bulge at his groin, to the checkered button-down shirt he’d left open at the top. His biceps bulged out of the short sleeves, and along with the leather jacket slung carelessly over one shoulder and the motor bike helmet he carried in one hand, completed the bad-boy look.
He looked good enough to eat, but his eyes showed his wariness and when they stepped out of the club he instantly went on high alert. Stepping in front of her, his eyes scanned the car park, and he wouldn’t let her past until he seemed satisfied that all was well.
“Really? Is all this necessary?” Scarlett asked and Mike grunted his response.
“We’re not in the club anymore, and this is my job. There is a threat to your person. You’re damn fucking right this is necessary. Get in your car and I’ll follow you on my bike. Don’t even think about arguing the point. I’m seeing you safely home.”
He crowded her in against a parked car and Scarlett had to look a long way up to judge his expression. All that leashed aggression sent a flutter of feminine need down her spine. If ever there was a man she would consider giving up control to, if only briefly, then that was Mike. Testosterone positively poured off his big frame now as his gaze bored into hers.
“I’m good at what I do, and I’ll keep you safe, but I need your cooperation for this. Do you think you could give me that?” His harsh expression softened and parts of Scarlett just melted when he added a hoarse, “My Lady.”
He must have read her acceptance in her eyes, because he smiled and stepped back. Scarlett crossed the short distance to her car, and a powerful bike engine roared into life behind her. She turned round just in time to see Mike mount the BMW and she whistled through her teeth. Not only at the poetry in motion that was his denim-clad ass and the way the big machine set between his legs, but also at the beauty of the bike. It suited him and Mike flashed her a cocky grin when he caught her staring.
Scarlett’s lips twitched in amusement, and she turned her back on him, got into her car, and drove off. Traffic was light this late in the evening and they got to her block of flats in no time at all. Every time Scarlett looked into her rearview mirror, her smile deepened, because Mike was right on her trail. There was something so virile about a man in charge of a powerful bike, and Scarlett’s hormones went into overdrive. Mike seemed to be walking, talking Viagra to her system, and as he was being stubborn and following her home, it would be positively rude to not invite him in for some bondage and tea biscuits.
By the time she parked her car, Mike was there opening the door for her, and then helping her out of the car by her elbow. Normally speaking Scarlett would have protested at this handling, but something in Mike’s demeanor stopped her. Like it or not, this was his job, and after the frank and heated discussion she’d had with Slade, she wasn’t too proud to accept the protection. The guy who was after her clearly had a screw loose and folks could get hurt in the process. She would never live with herself if one of her friends got hurt because she was too stubborn to accept the protection offered. Besides, she got the distinct impression that Mike could be just as stubborn as her, and he would do his job whether she wanted him to or not.
Mike had rushed her inside before she’d even realized and she was still fumbling for her key when Mike spun her around and crashed her into the wall with enough force to make her see stars.
“What the fuck, Mike?” Her head hurt where she’d bashed it against the wall and she had to blink twice to make sense of what she was seeing. Mike held her against the wall with one arm across her shoulders and in his free hand he held a handgun Where the hell had he hidden that?
“The door is open, Scarlett. I’m getting you out of here. Move, now!”
The sharp command in his tone galvanized her into action and she only caught a glimpse of her slightly ajar front door before Mike dragged her down the stairs and all but slammed her into her car.
“Lock the doors. I’m going back in.”
He produced a radio out of his leather jacket and called for urgent back up, mouthed to her to stay, and sprinted back off into her building.
Blood rushed in Scarlett’s ears, and despite Mike’s instructions, she got back out of the car, grabbed the baseball bat she kept in the boot, and went after him. If that bastard was in her home, there was no fucking way she would stay behind like some insipid weakling of a female. That was not who she was anymore. She would have the bastard’s teeth.
Adrenaline carried her back up the stairs, the distant wailing of police sirens a reassuring sound. It seemed if one of their own called in, they at least responded pronto. Some of her bravado left her when she saw her open door. An unbelievable stench hit her nose the minute she stepped over the threshold and she held her breath as terror filled her lungs.
No, please, god no.
A masculine arm round her waist stopped her, but she had to see. She had to.
“Scarlett, don’t. You really don’t want to see that.” With strength she didn’t know she had, Scarlett elbowed Mike right in the solar plexus and ground her stilettos in his shin, and his hold on her loosened just enough for her to wriggle out of his grasp.

Scarlett entered the scene of devastation that was her once cozy living room and screamed.

Siren Allure: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, voyeurism, shibari, cropping, knife play, sex toys, HEA]

Tough undercover cop Mike Anderson does not submit to anyone, let alone a pint-size 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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  1. I actually have the book and am reading it right right -- wonderful stuff, Doris!

    1. Yey, thank you, Nicola :-D

  2. Sounds intense! Thanks for sharing. :)

    1. Yes, it is a rather intense, if not to say harrowing scene coming up for poor Scarlett.

  3. So much for bondage and tea biscuits, which I must admit me snicker a little before the tone turned.

    1. Hehe, yeah, I giggled when I wrote that bit :-)

  4. My fave sexiest part of this was when he first gets on his bike. That was very nice. And then the suspenseful turn it took was really impressive! Kudos Doris :)

    1. Something about a man on his bike, right? Thanks, Carlene :-)

  5. I'm enjoying reading these two