Finally His by Doris O’Connor (@mamad8)

Thanks so much for having me on your blog with my new release Finally His, my May to December, Rubenesque, BDSM Office romance. This story started as a Friday Flash on my blog, and was one of those flashes that demanded to be written. You can find the original flash here.

I had such fun writing Richard and Jolie’s story, and I hope readers will love these two as much as I do.

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Finally HisBlurb:

A nice hot, forbidden fling with her boss…what can possibly go wrong?

Jolie Pierson has lusted after her hot as hades boss forever, so when he finally takes notice of her, she can’t help but melt at his dominance. Besides, it would be rude to not give him a present on his birthday.

Richard Tomlin never dates the women at his office. However, when he realizes the sinfully curvy red head he’s been struggling to keep his hands off for ages is submissive…the gloves are off. This woman makes him forget all the rules and brings out his primitive instincts—to take, to devour, to mark her as his until everyone knows she belongs to him.

Jolie was ready to accept just one night of hot kinky sex, but when Richard pulls the boss card the very next morning, everything changes—she’s finally his.

Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, sex toys, spanking, rimming

Buy it from Amazon Amazon UK Evernight Bookstrand  ARe

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Finally His teaser

18 +Excerpt:

“I’m going to unlock the door and go into the kitchen to grab some things that I need. While I do that, I want you to make your way upstairs and wait for me in my bedroom. First door on your left when you get to the landing. Present for me in the middle of the room. Do not take anything off.”

He surprised her by that missive, he could tell because she briefly looked up him.

“I want to be the one to undress you, little one.”

“Oh.” Her breathy whisper of a reply made him groan, and he yanked the door open to get out of his car. The cool night air hit his face, and Richard closed his eyes and took several deep breaths to get in the right head space for this, and to most importantly get his raging libido under control. Otherwise he would pounce on her like a madman the minute he got her through that front door. While a quick hard fuck against his front door held a certain appeal, he wanted to take his time with her.

To show her how good they could be together and to leave her utterly scrambled and begging him to come. Only then would he seek his own release.

Mind made up he strode to the door, the click clack of her heels on the stones of his driveway a reassuring affirmation that she was following him. Having opened the door, and disabled the alarm, he switched on the lights and gestured up the stairs.

“Up you go, nice and slow and swing those hips for me as you climb the stairs.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Jolie dropped her gaze to the floor and proceeded to take the steps one at a time.

“Slower than that, girl. Pull your skirt higher, so that I can see the pussy I will be claiming soon.”

Jolie complied with trembling hands, and his throat went dry as her gorgeous, ample thighs came into view. Skin liberally sprinkled with freckles called him to taste, to touch, and he stepped up after her halting her slow movement upstairs.

“Bend over and get on your knees. Spread your thighs wide for me.” It was sweet torture to see her comply, and when her satin and lace covered cunt came into view, Richard stroked his heavy erection through his trousers.

“Wider, girl, that’s it.”

The pink crotch of her pretty, lacy knickers was much darker than the surrounding fabric, and he murmured his approval when she slid the dress further up her hips to pool around her waist. Putting his hands on the indent on her waist, he skimmed them lower, over the flare of her hips, until he reached the juncture of her thighs.

“I love your curves, little one. So much supple flesh to hold, squeeze, and mark as mine.”

Jolie whimpered her need, when he inhaled against her wet crotch, and nudged the hard little bundle at the top of her slit through the fabric with his nose.

“Oh, please.” Her breathless plea made him repeat that move time and time again, until her thighs trembled, and she pushed back against him.

“So responsive and wet for your Sir. Tell, me, my sweet, I could fuck you right here on the stairs, couldn’t I?”

“God, yes, please, Sir.”

She moaned her disappointment when he withdrew, and Richard chuckled into the soft skin of her inner thigh. He licked a path up to one fleshy ass cheek, only half covered by the satin of her underwear, and bit down hard.

A cock hardening groan came from his girl when he licked that sting away, and his dick jerked in his trousers, seeing the half-moon bite left behind on her fair skin. The scent of her sweet musk increased tenfold, and it was beyond satisfying to realize that this was as big a turn-on for her as it was for him.

He retraced the wet path his tongue had left behind, and then licked up her other butt cheek. Her whole body jerked when he bit down on that side too, and then grasped the underwear and bunched it up until it dug into her slit. Her puffy lips, separated by the twisted line of material, were the biggest turn-on yet, and Jolie groaned when he rubbed the fabric back and forth.

“Oh, God, please, Sir. I need to come.”

Richard slapped one ass cheek and stepped up the movement between her thighs. It was beyond satisfying to see the flesh wobble and redden under his hands, so he did it again, until his girl was a panting, quivering mess in front of him. Her inner thighs were wet with her arousal, and she clamped her legs around his head, when he licked that sweet musk away. One sharp twist and flick of his wrist meant the delicate fabric of her knickers gave way, and Jolie gasped, and relaxed her viselike grip on his head.

Richard smacked her ass one last time and ran his fingers through her wet puffy labia, which caused her to shudder anew. Her pussy hole clenched in rhythmic moves, telling him how close she was to release, one he had no wish to give her yet. Every clench expelled more of her juices, and he groaned under his breath when he withdrew his fingers and licked them clean.

Sweet, with a slightly salty taste, his girl tasted divine. He grinned at her when he caught her watching him from under hooded lids. With her body shivering and covered in the fine sheen of arousal, her dress bunched around her waist, and the mass of her red hair spread over his stairs, she looked good enough to eat. A woman on the edge. It wouldn’t take much for her to go over, but he also instinctively knew that she wouldn’t allow herself to do without his say-so, as confirmed by her next breathy words.

“Please, Sir, may I come?”

*****

Author PicAbout Doris:

Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get.  From contemporary to paranormal, Time Travel, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

Happily married for the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.

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Saturday Spankings #98 – Damn, that was attractive. #SatSpanks

Saturday Spankings-467x200Hi everyone,

Welcome to Saturday Spankings, which is where authors post eight-ish sentences of a spanking on their blogs. Here’s another snippet from Grand Slam. From next week, I might just stop teasing you and move onto the actual spanking action. You’ll have to watch this space. I hope you enjoy the snippet.

Grand SlamOffer me her body completely? It didn’t mean she was submissive, of course. It just meant she liked pain with her pleasure and was confident enough in herself as a sexual woman to admit it.

Damn, that was attractive.

But something, some instinct based in the darkest, kinkiest side of me, told me that there was more to it than that. And I was determined to coax it out of her, to help her to explore her full potential. Whatever that may be.
I suddenly became aware of the silence in the room and realized that I hadn’t said anything in response to her confession.

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Out Now—Passion’s Last Promise (Club Aegis #4) by Christie Adams (@ChristieAdams)

Passion's Last PromiseBlurb:

Hers to protect…his to serve…

When a failed kidnap attempt leads to CEO Dr. Simon Northwood acquiring a bodyguard, he isn’t prepared for close protection specialist Ros Edwards, a former captain in the Royal Military Police. Experienced submissive though he is, having a woman stand between him and any further threat is completely untenable.

Assigned to protect the genius behind a project of national importance, Ros unexpectedly encounters the most delicious man she’s met in a long time. As a Domme, she’d love to play with him, but even if he weren’t in need of her professional skills, there’s no way he’s submissive.

A determined man. A stubborn woman. When passion flirts with danger, the last promise is the toughest one of all…

Buy links:

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Excerpt:

“Problems, Miss Edwards?”

“Not at all, Dr. Northwood.” She turned towards him and slipped the smartphone back into her jacket pocket. “A minor logistical issue, that’s all. Is there something I can do for you?”

“I was wondering if we were still on schedule to depart for Oxford as planned.” From what he’d heard, Simon had his doubts.

“Of course, sir. As I said, a minor logistical issue.” She paused, fixing him with her coolly assessing gaze. “I was just about to make coffee—would you care to join me?”

He had a conference call in a few minutes, his third of the day, but Simon suddenly found himself more in need of a shot of caffeine, and another opportunity to try to goad her into going Domme on him. He’d been trying all week, and this morning was the closest he’d come yet. He strode over to the desk to call his PA.

“Alicia? Can you let Martin know that he’ll be handling the finance call in ten? Give him my apologies—something’s come up that requires my attention elsewhere. Thanks.” He replaced the receiver and turned his attention back to his bodyguard. “I don’t mind if I do, Miss Edwards.”

She gave a brief nod in acknowledgement. He watched her disappear into the adjoining kitchen, only to hear seconds later the crash of breaking glass followed by the colourful and creative cursing he was coming to associate with his beautiful bodyguard. Simon headed for the epicentre of the disaster.

As if someone had flicked a switch, his nonchalant attitude came to an abrupt end. Ros was running her hand under the tap, washing away the blood that was oozing from a cut to her hand. Broken glass littered the worktop and the floor.

Simon’s protective instincts kicked into action, sweeping aside all thoughts of provoking her again. He grabbed the first aid kit from one of the cupboards. “Let me help.”

“It’s all right, I can manage.”

“No—you can’t. What happened?”

To his surprise, she allowed him to take her hand in his. Strong and capable, it was at the same time neat and feminine, with short but immaculately manicured nails. No rings, but as he’d told himself the first time he’d checked, that didn’t necessarily mean anything.

“Kamikaze glassware.” Ros glanced up at the open cupboard. “When I was getting the mugs to make the coffee, I accidentally nudged a couple of tumblers. They decided to take their name seriously and try out for the Olympic gymnastics team. I can tell you now, their technique sucked.”

Simon pressed his lips together, trying not to laugh at the latest glimpse of her taste in humour. She’d caught him unawares like that once or twice before, with a little nugget of dry wit. “What were you trying to do? Catch them or juggle with them?”

She shot him a dark scowl. At that precise moment, she looked more like the recipient of a sense of humour bypass, then he realised she was more annoyed with herself.

“I was picking up the pieces. Some of the shards started slipping out of my hands and I grabbed at them on instinct. Stupid thing to do. At least it’s not my right hand.”

He quirked a questioning eyebrow.

“Trigger finger.” She waggled the digit at him. “Can’t pull a trigger if I’m bandaged up.”

“Or if you end up slicing through tendons.” Simon’s slightly harsh tone was a reflection of his discomfort at the way she spoke so candidly of using firearms. “A dustpan and brush might have been safer than trying to pick up the broken glass.” He nodded in the direction of the tall corner cupboard.

For a moment she looked like she was about to argue, but then the change in her expression and a tiny, careless shrug acknowledged the truth of his words. Simon turned his attention to her injuries. There were some superficial cuts but the main one wasn’t as bad as he’d first thought—she’d probably get away without needing any stitches in it. Having confirmed there was no glass in the wound, he pulled on some surgical gloves and ripped open a sachet containing an antiseptic wipe.

She was standing so close now. He tried not to be distracted by the calm rise and fall of her breasts, or the subtle floral scent of her perfume. He tried not to respond to her steady gaze resting squarely on him. He tried not to think of the probable reasons why a former RMP officer never even flinched at the sting of the antiseptic.

Having put a couple of Steri-Strips on the cut, he then made the move that was his downfall. It was the small, insignificant act of glancing up at Ros’ face. She was staring at his hands in rapt fascination, lips slightly parted, almost inviting a kiss.

Carpe diem. The Latin phrase blazed through Simon’s mind like a meteor. She hadn’t responded to provocation, so perhaps a different tactic was called for. He swept aside the memory of the altercation they’d had a few hours earlier, focusing instead on this moment.

Simon pulled off the surgical gloves with a snap. In a club, he’d never dream of doing what he was about to do—it went against everything he’d been trained for, but this was an opportunity he couldn’t afford to miss.

Before Ros could move away from him, he took her uninjured hand in his and raised it to his lips. Before his inner voice could convince him he was making a huge mistake, he pressed a gentle kiss to her palm.

“Dr. Northwood.”

He wasn’t expecting the sound of his name to send a delicious shiver through his body. The formality, though…just as guilty of that as she was, maybe even more so, but he wanted it to end. “Simon.”

Desire would be held back no longer—he claimed the sweetness of her mouth, and prepared to take his punishment for crashing through her boundaries…

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Author Bio:

After winning an erotic short story competition, Christie Adams waited over twenty years to follow it up with her first full-length erotic romance. The second publisher she approached picked it up, and after a brief spell with them, she moved into the exciting world of indie publishing.

When she was asked about how she got into writing, Christie realised she’s been putting pen to paper—or fingers to keyboard—for longer than she thought. It all started in her teens, with stories featuring characters from her favourite TV shows—usually action dramas—but in her imagination, those characters were given a romantic life to go with the all-action one their audiences saw.

From there, she progressed to romantic novels featuring characters of her own invention, but success eluded her until she spotted the erotic short story competition in a magazine.

Christie lives in north-west England. When not at the day job, she can usually be found wrestling with the characters in her latest novel. Occasionally she finds time for sleep, and maintains her social skills through, among other things, regular attendance at a pub quiz, which forces her to think about other things besides plots and characterisation.

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Saturday Spankings #97 – I knew she’d f*cking liked it. #SatSpanks

Saturday Spankings-467x200Hi everyone,

Welcome to Saturday Spankings, which is where authors post eight-ish sentences of a spanking on their blogs. Here’s another snippet from Grand Slam. I’ve skipped forward a way in the story now you’ve had some of the background… sneaking up on the seriously sexy stuff. I hope you enjoy it!

Grand SlamI knew she’d fucking liked it. I’d known all along—her body couldn’t lie—but the fact she’d admitted it first to herself and now to me was progress. It didn’t mean, of course, that she’d throw herself to her knees in front of me and call me Master, but I hoped it meant she was up for some exploration. With me. At least I hoped with me and not bloody Peter, not that he gave off any signs of being anything other than vanilla, but hey, most guys could be persuaded.

No, it had to be me, and she obviously trusted me to have confessed that much. And I desperately wanted that trust to extend further—for her to allow me to help her to delve into the side of her that had secretly enjoyed the pain and to see how far that side went. Could she trust me with that pleasure?

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My Sexy Saturday #125 – Clenching my fists, I pushed thoughts of Elle from my mind. #MySexySaturday

My Sexy Saturday

Welcome back to My Sexy Saturday! This is where writers post either 7 words, 7 sentences or 7 paragraphs from their published work or work in progress. Here’s another snippet from mine and Lily Harlem’s BDSM erotic sports romance novel, Grand Slam. It’s got a brand new cover, but please note, if you read it when it was available before, then the content hasn’t changed.

Grand SlamWhen I’d corrected her, she’d fallen silent for a second, then stuttered, telling me her name and job title and something about a wrong turning and jet lag. Then she’d shot out of the changing room faster than any first serve I could ever belt out, with her cute little bum wiggling in her tighter-than-tight jeans.

I hadn’t done or said anything as she’d spoken, just stood there, let the water beat down on me and watched her wringing her hands together and trying not to look at my cock. I did wonder though how long she’d been watching me. Not that it was the first time a woman had seen me showering, and hopefully not the last, I just preferred it if we were both naked. Made it so much more fun, or at least it did when it was Elle with me.
Clenching my fists, I pushed thoughts of Elle from my mind.

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Happy Reading,

Lucy x

Mid Week Tease: Maybe she’d just be a form filler… #MWTease

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Welcome back to Mid Week Tease! This week I’m sharing another snippet from the recently re-released Grand Slam, a BDSM erotic sports romance novel I co-authored with Lily Harlem. It’s got a brand new cover – but be aware, if you read this when it was available before, the content hasn’t changed. I hope you enjoy the tease!

Grand SlamPerhaps it wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe she’d just be a form filler, a pencil pusher who would skim over the details and then send me on my way. That was often how it was with these office folk.

Who was I kidding? As if the academy would employ someone like that. No, she’d soon be asking a load of questions to find out all about me. And one of the things I disliked most in the world was talking about myself, my feelings. So it was understandable why I was so reticent heading to my appointment with Miss Nosey Pants.

A glance at my watch told me I couldn’t mess around any longer. I may not have been remotely interested in attending the meeting, but I also hated being late. Things like getting stuck in traffic and delayed flights drove me crazy, especially since there was nothing I could do about it. I’ve often been called a control freak and don’t deny it. In fact, I don’t see a problem with it, whatever I’m doing.

There was also no doubt in my mind that Miss Nosey Pants would call me something similar by the time our hour was up. I didn’t often wish away my life, but I really wanted it to hurry up and be one o’clock so I could leave that damn office and go back to what I did best—being an athlete.

Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door, just to the right of her name plaque.

Grab your copy of Grand Slam here: https://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/grand-slam/

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