Sunday, 15 February 2015

Sunday Snog

Welcome to Sunday Snog - today a few from my new billionaire BDSM novel In Expert Hands...

Imogen remembered the willing surrender of the women at the club, at the total lack of control and the awe-inspiring trust they had in the men playing their bodies like fine instruments. “I think I can understand that now.” She reached for her collar. Standing so close to Kane with him looking at her with such intensity was making her hot, as was thinking of the club. She had the urge to fidget though didn’t dare risk breaking the spell.
“Please,” he said. “Leave that on. For a little while longer.”
“The collar?”
“Okay.” She took hold of the top bow that held the front of her outfit together. He wanted the collar on but would he object to her removing the dress? She didn’t think so but she couldn’t be sure—predictability didn’t go on Kane Ward’s résumé.
But she’d take the chance. For the sake of her sanity, she’d offer him what she thought he wanted, hoped he needed. Even if it meant her ass cheeks got a beating—which didn’t sound like a wholly unpleasant option, even if it was a bit scary.
She tugged and the ribbon slid free.
Kane shut his eyes. His lashes cast shadows on his cheeks.
For a few seconds she thought he would stay that way but then he opened his eyes and stared straight at her. He tipped his chin upward. His expression was stern.
Her heart rate skittered, but Imogen continued to pull the lace, threading it through the eyelets. The dress relaxed around her breasts, and air washed over her cleavage as it was revealed.
“Imogen,” Kane said breathily, with a slight frown marring his brow.
“What?” she asked. Damn, was she reading this all wrong? Well, it was too late now, the dress was coming off. Another few tugs and the straps would slip down her arms and it would pool at the floor around her feet.
“I want you,” he said hoarsely.
He did. Thank God.
“And I want you.” She paused. “And if you need to bend me over, tie me up, hit my backside to get off then I’m willing to try it.” She would, right now, for him. If it was what he needed.
He reached for her face, his fingers gentle on her cheeks. “Baby,” he whispered, his lips hovering over hers. “I have my kinks, no doubt about that, but not tonight. Not this first time with you.”
She held onto his forearms.
He was tense, the muscles and tendons taut and sinewy.
“But I thought—” she started.
“You thought wrong.” He touched his mouth to hers. It was a gentle, respectful kiss, no tongues, just lips pressing together. He pulled back a fraction and stared into her eyes.
“I did.” She curled her toes on the carpet and was aware of the dress slipping until the straps caught halfway down her upper arms. “I thought wrong?”
“Yes. Because sometimes…” He glanced downward, at her breasts partly exposed now by the gape in her outfit.
“Because what?”
“Because sometimes vanilla is the best flavor.” He slid his touch from her face to her shoulders then to her arms. “Sometimes vanilla is the only flavor that will do, Imogen.”
“No spanking, no bondage. Just us.”
She let out a breath she hadn’t known had trapped itself in her throat. “Okay.” She could handle that. Maybe it would be for the best. This time at least.
She released his arms and allowed the straps to fall. The entire dress landed on the floor. She kicked it aside, aware of her naked breasts swaying as she moved.
He rubbed the tip of his finger over his left eyebrow and stared down at her. He pressed his teeth into his bottom lip.
Imogen forced herself still. All the times she’d fantasized about Kane she’d never envisioned this moment. Wearing nothing but a pair of tiny black knickers in a top-class suite in New York hadn’t entered her imagination. Nor had the thought that he’d be into bondage and floggers.
Yet now it couldn’t be more perfect.
“You’re beautiful,” he said. “Even more so than I thought possible.”
Her nipples were tight, hard peaks and the tiny hairs on her arms prickled. A warmth went through her at his words—he thought she was beautiful.
“Turn around,” he said.
She did as he’d asked. Her line of sight settled on a huge bunch of lilac and cream flowers on a dresser.
“So perfect,” he said quietly. “Your skin. It’s flawless.” He cupped her buttocks. His hands were big and hot and his fingertips sank into the lower curve.
He came closer, his chest touching her back as he drifted his hands over the waistband of her knickers. “Give me strength,” he murmured against the angle of her neck.
“For what?” she asked, reaching up and resting her hand on his stubbled cheek.
“To not take you to the edge tonight.”
“Do whatever you want to me, Kane.” Had she really just said that? To a Master from Sub Space. Was she insane?
“I think you should retract that offer immediately.” He kissed her neck then gave it a sharp bite.
“Ow.” She jumped within his arms.
“Shh, just be careful what you say to me. I’m a mere mortal after all.”
She wriggled a little within his hold and his erection strained at the top rise of her buttocks. “But maybe I could handle it.”
“Maybe you could, maybe you couldn’t. But tonight is not about that, it’s about us.” He kissed down her neck and slipped his caress up her stomach to her breasts. He held their weighty underside and flicked his thumbs over her nipples. “This has been too long a wait.”
Imogen groaned and pressed her palms over his knuckles. She’d been on the edge for what felt like hours and now she needed more, so much more. “I agree, it’s been a long day.”
“I’m not talking about today.” He kissed up her neck, to the shell of her ear.
“You’re not?”
“No, I’ve been waiting for this for months. Waiting to get my hands on you, touch you, learn everything about you.”
She shut her eyes and let those words settle. Damn, it was exactly how she felt too. “Kane.”
“Fuck me.”
He chuckled and grazed his teeth over her ear lobe. “I always knew there was a bad girl in there.”
“Yes, well, I think you’ve tempted her out to play.” Her voice was breathy.
Suddenly he spun her to face him.
She gasped. Her chest mashed against his shirt and his cock strained at her belly as he pulled her close.
“Be careful, baby, you’re playing with a Dom.” He rammed his mouth down on hers. His tongue probed between her lips, and as he slanted his head to get a better angle it went deeper, sweeping into her mouth.
Imogen clung to his shoulders and gave as good as she got. She’d been waiting so long for this kiss. This hot, hard, desperate kiss with Kane. The man of her fantasies, the man who was now holding her as if he would never let go.

Buy Links - In Expert Hands

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BREAKING NEWS - 5* reviews coming in for IN EXPERT HANDS already...

5.0 out of 5 stars Simply exquisite!, 13 Feb. 2015

By Karen Shenton

This review is from: In Expert Hands (Kindle Edition)

If you think you've found your ultimate BBF, think again! Kane Ward blows them all out of the water. He's strong, successful, dominant and oozes sexiness from every pore. Imogen is a strong, independent woman who is introduced to Kane's alternative lifestyle but can it work for the both of them? This is an exciting, consuming love story that held me captive from start to finish. As you would expect from the Queen of Steam the sex scenes are hot as hell and made me wish my hardest that I was Imogen. I love this author's work and this is another firm favourite for me.

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