Coming 13th of February - my hot new BDSM billionaire novel!
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Imogen White has it all—a high-flying career, a prestigious London
home and friends she knows will fight her corner. She’s going up, and she’s in
control, she’s also got the hots for one very important, very sexy client.
Kane Ward is a self-made billionaire whose determination to be the
best of the best has left him alone. He has everything money can buy, yachts,
jets, and villas in all four corners of the globe, but even he can’t buy time
to suit his needs.
And his needs are very specific, his desires a particular shade of
kink and his tastes anything but vanilla. So when he sets his sights on Imogen
it’s a given that things are going to get dark, that pleasure will be laced
with pain and determining his success will be measured by her blushes and gasps
and cries of delight. But Imogen doesn’t need to worry, she’s in expert hands
and her every fantasy is about to come true—and then some she’d never imagined in her wildest dreams.
IN EXPERT HANDS has a spin-off short story, IN SAFE HANDS which is
featured in the Brit Babes SEXY
JUST GOT RICH anthology. Go grab your copy on the 10th of
February when it will be available from all good ebook retail outlets (available for pre-order now) and let
yourself fall into the dark, erotic world of the Ward brothers – remember to
call them Sir if you’re wearing their collar!
Excerpt
from IN EXPERT HANDS
“Would you like a drink?” he asked over
the sound of the music.
“I’m okay, unless you want one.”
“No. I drank water after my workout.” He
urged her forward. “So shall we go straight into a playroom?”
“If that’s what you want?”
He glanced at his watch. “There should be
something going on to satisfy our voyeur plans for the evening.”
They stepped toward the bar.
Kane indicated another doorway at the
opposite end that had a chain mail curtain hanging from its frame. “It’s
through there.”
“Ah, K. Long time no see.” A man wearing a
similar jacket to Kane’s but with only two stars over the breast pocket
extended his hand.
He didn’t wear a mask and Imogen could see
that his smile was genuine.
“Nate, how have you been?” Kane took his
hand and they shook.
“Great, been in the City for a few weeks
on business. Making the most of my free time by coming here most nights.” Nate
turned to Imogen and raised his eyebrows. “You have company.”
“Don’t look so surprised.” Kane squeezed
Imogen a little closer.
“I am. You don’t usually bring guests.
Special occasion?”
Imogen felt Kane tense. She sensed he
wasn’t enjoying having his break from the ordinary commented on. “
No occasion,” Kane said. “Good to see you,
Nate, perhaps we’ll get chance to catch up later.”
“Yep. That would be cool.” Nate held up
what appeared to be a glass of fizzy water and nodded. He kept his attention on
Imogen. “Enjoy your evening here at Sup Space. I’m sure Master K will address
your every need.”
“Thank you.” Imogen smiled then felt her cheeks
heat as Nate swept his gaze down her body—starting at the collar, then lingering on her breasts and finally on
her boots.
Kane stepped forward, tugging her with
him. “This way.”
After several paces she touched the
collar. “This, around my neck,” she said quietly. “What would happen if I
wasn’t wearing it?”
“It would make you fair bait for men like
Nate, who are just out to play in a scene, find someone to hook up with.” He
glanced at her. “He had no right to look at you like that.”
“Well, the outfit kind of screams look at me.”
“That’s not the point.”
“Oh.” She was confused. “It’s not?”
“No. You’re with me. I’ve claimed you with
a collar. What’s more, I outrank him. He should show more respect.”
“You outrank him?”
“Of course.” He pulled back the chain
curtain and opened a door. He ushered Imogen into the new room.
Imogen opened her mouth and stared around,
thoughts of Nate vanishing.
Kane moved her from the doorway and into
the shadows. He stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist
“What are your first impressions?” he
asked by her ear, his lips brushing her lobe and his breath heating a trail
down her neck.
She leant back into him, loving being so
close, held by him. But she couldn’t concentrate fully on his embrace because
of what was before her. “It’s…sexy.”
“Mmm, I’m glad you think so,” he said, the
soft material of his mask rubbing against her temple. “What else?”
She looked around. The room was sectioned
into six large cubicles, each one decorated in dark tones and with a
combination of low lights and spotlights. Each three-walled area held a bed or
a table or some other piece of equipment in the center. Three spaces were
occupied.
There was an audience, too, couples,
singles, threesomes sitting on more large sofas. Imogen could only see the
backs of their heads. Some appeared enraptured, others holding quiet
conversations.
“Tell me,” Kane urged, slipping his hand
over the smooth material covering her waist. “What do you think about that,
over there, to your left.”
Imogen was already staring in that
direction. It had been the main thing that had captured her attention.
A naked woman was bent double, tied to a
skinny padded table with her ankles fastened to the legs and her arms stretched
out on two platforms, crucifix-like. Her skin was pale except for her behind,
which was scarlet.
Beside her stood a man—dressed like Kane in black trousers and a velvet jacket—wielding a flogger. He walked around the woman as if surveying the
marks on her ass then cracked down the many strands over her skin.
Imogen jerked and a tingle traveled over
her buttocks, as though her nerves were empathetic with what the woman on the
table was going through.
The man hit again.
The woman groaned and moved her head, her
face coming into Imogen’s view. She had her eyes screwed up tight and her lips
were parted. There was a flush of red on her cheeks that matched the rosy blush
on her backside.
“Talk to me,” Kane said softly.
“Is she enjoying it?” Imogen asked,
although she was pretty sure she knew the answer. The woman appeared to be in
ecstasy, as though she’d folded in on herself and only her body and sensation
existed.
“Very much so,” Kane said. “Master Zen is
very capable of working his sub towards orgasm just through striking her.”
“Are they just…playing a scene or are
they…?”
“Lovers, committed to each other? Yes,
actually those two are. They’re regulars here and live the lifestyle.”
“The lifestyle?”
“Yes.” He slid his hand to her collar and
spanned it with his thumb and fingers. “They live full time as Dom and sub. He
commands and she obeys.”
“It sounds…old-fashioned.” Imogen wasn’t
sure about the obeying thing. She’d known friends who’d purposely had that
removed from their wedding vows.
“It’s a symbiotic relationship,” Kane went
on, smoothing his fingers around her collar and brushing her skin.
A small shiver ran down Imogen’s spine.
The woman was struck again—several times in fast succession.
Imogen stared at the spectacle.
“You see,” Kane said. “She needs to be
adored, cared for, taken through life by the man she loves. He needs to protect
her, satisfy her, ensure that everything is perfect for her at all times. That
is what makes him feel complete.”
“And that includes this. Beating?”
“Beating, spanking, flogging, whatever you
want to call it, yes, it includes this, because that’s what they both enjoy,
it’s their thing. It’s their kink.”
Kane went quiet and Imogen watched as
Master Zen stood directly behind his sub. He appeared to fiddle at his groin
then his pants loosened around his hips. He pushed forward.
The woman arched her back and her cry
echoed around the room.
He reached for her shoulders, dragged her
onto him.
“He’s…” Imogen said.
“Yes. He’s clearly very pleased with her.
She’d getting exactly what she wants tonight.” Kane’s voice was low and husky,
as though the sight was turning him on.
Imogen watched, fascinated as the Dom
began to fuck his woman with urgency. The sub couldn’t move, she was strapped
down, but he was moving for them. Thrusting in and out, hard, frantic, gripping
her shoulders, her hair, her hips. His hands were all over her.
Imogen’s knickers dampened and she shifted
within Kane’s arms.
“Would you like to get fucked like that?”
Kane whispered.
Imogen half turned to him, his words a
shock, despite where they were and what they were watching.
“Tell me,” he said, cupping her cheek and
her holding face. “Tell me what you’re thinking?”
“I…” Imogen was breathing heavily. Fuck.
What was she thinking? That she wanted to get fucked like that? She wanted to
feel the flogger?
“Would you like to be her, on that table,
with Master Zen taking you to the exquisite high she is rocketing towards right
now?” Kane asked. “Red and sore, filled to the max? Nothing else in your mind
except claiming that pleasure?”
She did, but it wasn’t Master Zen she
wanted behind her, yanking her hair, scratching and marking her skin. Sinking
deep, so deep. Filling her to bursting point.
It was Kane, or K as he was known here. It
was him she wanted.
“Imogen,” Kane murmured, his mouth almost
touching hers. “Talk to me.”
“Yes.” The word scratched from her throat.
“But—”
He pressed his thumb over her lips,
flattening them against her teeth. “No buts. Or if there are, tell me later.”
He gave a brief smile. “Yes is enough.”
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