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Sunday Snippets 5 – Power Play by Chellesie B Dancer

Posted by Chellesie B in Erotic Romance, Sexy Stories, Sunday Snippets on 19-05-2012

This scene is from my hot novella Power Play, where Liz is giving Sergio a tour of her house.  Both are naked, and Liz’s hands are bound behind her back:

Hands at her neck and the small of her back, he sat her upright. As he lifted her down, her breast swept against him and his hard cock pressed into her leg. The sudden contact stole her breath. He froze a moment, then sent her on her way with another swat on her bare bottom.
She got the idea and headed through the door into the kitchen.
“Ah, what a wonderful kitchen,” he said behind her. “And it certainly would be an appropriate place to dine, but I’d like a little more artistic atmosphere. Besides, I’d probably get carried away with all the condiments in your fridge, not to mention all the interesting torture implements—I mean, cooking implements.”
In case he wasn’t kidding, Liz hurried toward the door as best as she could with her wrists behind her back.
“Wait a minute,” he called as she stepped out of the room. She turned, but didn’t step back over the threshold. “Aren’t you going to offer me something cold to drink? No manners.”
She made a face at him. “How am I supposed to serve you? With my feet?”
He slowly dragged his eyes from her feet all the way up to her mouth, his gaze heating each spot it touched. “Oh, you’ll serve me with your entire body.” His sexual tone and all its implications made her shiver.
He pulled his gaze from her lips. “A cold drink is definitely needed.”
“There’s iced tea in the fridge, and champagne if you’d like.”
“Yes, champagne would be ideal. And ice water for when we get overheated.” He opened the large stainless steel door and considered. “There are two kinds of champagne. Which do you prefer?”
“Dom Perignon. Or whatever you want.”
He closed the door and approached her, tipping her chin so she’d meet his eyes. “What I want is for you to do exactly as I say. When I ask you a question, you must answer directly and honestly. Is that clear?”
“Yes.”
“Will you do my bidding?”
“Yes.”
“Are you prepared to do whatever it takes to please me?”
She gulped. “Yes.”
“Good.” He grinned. “I could get used to this.”
His hot cock touched her stomach, and that slight friction ignited a small inferno.
“We’d better eat soon,” he murmured. “I can’t wait much longer for dessert.”

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Sunday Snippets 4 – by Roz Lee

Posted by Roz Lee in Erotic Romance, Sunday Snippets on 13-05-2012

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Happy Mother’s Day!

For your Sunday Snippets reading pleasure, I’ve chosen an excerpt from Four of Hearts, the fourth book in the Lothario Series. If you’re ready for a little bondage play among friends – then come aboard. The Lothario is ready to set sail!

            Ryan stopped with his hand on the doorknob. “Are you sure? It’s not too late to cancel this. They’ll understand.”

Candace took a deep breath and let it out. “No. I want to do this, and I want to do it with you.” She placed a hand over his heart. The steady beat reassured her. “I’m already wet just thinking about it.”

“Christ, Candace!”

“It’s okay. Fallon said it’s normal to be aroused by the anticipation.”

Ryan leaned his forehead against the door and squeezed her hand in his. “You’re going to be the death of me, woman.”

Candace placed a kiss on his shoulder blade, swiped her tongue over his heated back. “You’re turned on too, don’t try to deny it.”

Ryan straightened and turned to her. “How can I? I’ve been hard for days thinking about this.”

“So let’s do it.” He reached for the doorknob again. Candace wrapped her fingers around his wrist to stop him. “Ryan, no matter what happens; you know it’s you I want.”

“I know. I’ll try to remember when Richard has his hands on you.” He reached for the knob again, and again, Candace stopped him.

“You can stop it anytime you want too. I’ll understand.”

“I know. I promise to do my best to make this good for you.”

“Promise you won’t deck Richard.”

“No way.” He opened the door before she could respond.

Ryan sucked in a startled breath beside her. Richard wore the standard crew wrap, slung low over his hips. He was an attractive man, no denying that. Fallon stood next to him wearing nothing but the slave ensemble Richard had commissioned for her. The gold ropes, interspersed with rich jewels, criss-crossed her body, drawing attention to her many assets. Candace had seen the ensemble on a mannequin once, but Fallon’s pale skin tone was the perfect backdrop for the gleaming gold.

“Fallon, it’s beautiful!” Candace rushed over to Fallon. “You’re beautiful,” she sighed as she took in her friends’ roped body.

“Thanks. I love wearing Richard’s ropes, but they aren’t practical for all the time.”

“I guess not,” Candace chuckled.

“Ladies, if you’re through with your fashion moment?” Richard interrupted.

“Yes, Richard,” Fallon said.

Candace recognized the change in Fallon’s demeanor, understood her friend now submitted to her husband. The session had begun. A shiver of anticipation and apprehension ran from her toes to her scalp. She returned to Ryan’s side. His hand automatically reached out and took hers in a firm grip.

“Candace,” Richard addressed her. “Remove your clothes and lay on the table. Ryan, you stand beside me so you can watch what I do.”

Ryan turned to her and their eyes met. “It’s okay. I can do this.” She wasn’t sure if she was trying to reassure Ryan, or herself. She slipped her hand from his and unfastened her sarong. She tossed the scrap of cloth on a nearby chair and followed it with her panties. She clasped Ryan’s hand in hers and pulled him across the room to the padded table Richard had indicated. Silently, Ryan helped her up, but refused to let go of her hand. His jaw was set, his eyes blazed with arousal, but under it she saw the iron will it took for him to let her do this. No man other than Ryan had seen her nude in over a year, and he wasn’t taking it well. She squeezed his fingers, offering him reassurance and drawing strength from the pressure he returned. He might be struggling, but his grip on her hand sent a silent message of love that she tucked close to her heart. It never ceased to amaze her, the depth of his love, or hers for him.

Fallon moved to her other side and took Candace’s free hand in hers. Fallon smiled, offering her strength and support. Candace drank it in. Now that they’d begun, she worried she’d overestimated her desire to do this. She thought about what they were doing, and what it was costing Ryan. One word and she could end it. Before she could form the word, Ryan spoke, “No. Don’t, Candace. I know you want this. I’m okay with it, really, I am.”

“If you’re sure…”

“I’m sure. Let’s get on with it.”

“We’ll start with her wrists. I’ll show you, and then you can do the other one,” Richard spoke to Ryan, ignoring Candace.

Candace closed her eyes as Richard began to wrap the bright red rope around her wrist. His hands were warm and strong, competent. Her body flushed with heat and her nipples hardened to aching peaks. Oh God! His hands felt good. She chastised herself for even thinking those kind of thoughts. What would Ryan think if he knew? She was grateful her thighs concealed the sudden flood of arousal between her legs. Dear Lord.

Ryan must have sensed her unease. His palm flattened on her stomach, his thumb idly stroked over her belly button. His heat warmed her. He had such talented hands, competent in their own right. She focused everything she had on that point of contact, on the gentle sweep of his thumb.

“We only use cotton rope. It holds the knots securely and is easier on her skin,” Richard instructed as he wound the rope and tied the knots. “Based on the level of interest you both indicated, we’ll do a simple immobilization today, something that will make Candace vulnerable, and allow Ryan full access to her body.”

Richard was patient, helping Ryan do his part until he understood the technique and could do the knots on his own. Fallon did his bidding, handing him lengths of rope, and then returning to speak softly to Candace. It was Fallon’s reassuring voice that calmed Candace when Richard bent her knee to her waist and bound her thigh to her calf, and with a length of rope suspended from an overhead ring, secured her leg. His fingers probed beneath the ropes along the back of her thigh and along her calf. Though his touch was clinical in nature, it sent a shiver of awareness through her body. Then Ryan touched her. He easily repeated the process, leaving her glistening pussy exposed.

“Relax, Candace. Breathe normally. That’s it. You can do this,” Fallon reassured.

Candace wasn’t at all sure she could stand it. With her wrists bound and suspended behind her head and her legs immobilized, she was more vulnerable than she’d ever been.

“You’re safe with us. No one is going to do anything you don’t want them to do.” Fallon’s hands stroked down to Candace’s breasts. She cupped them, raised them high in the cradle of her hands. “Do you want your breasts bound?”

“No,” she whispered. She tried to contain the groan, but it slipped past her lips. God, what was wrong with her. She shouldn’t react to Richard and Fallon’s touch the way she did.

“Then we’ll leave them today. Maybe another time. How do you feel?” Fallon stroked Candace’s hair. Her voice was clinical, matter of fact. Had she read more into Fallon’s touch than was there?

“I…I’m fine. I think.”

“Are the ropes too tight?” Richard asked, as he slid a finger beneath the ropes binding her thigh.

“No.” She wiggled, testing them. “No. Not too tight.”

“Good. This is a simple binding, as I said before. It’s impossible for you to get out of it without help, but it only takes a moment to release you if you use your safe word.”

“That’s good to know.” Candace relaxed, letting her head fall back against the small pillow Fallon had provided. She had to get a grip. Richard and Fallon did this all the time. Surely, anything she felt was unintentional, all in her own mind. “Now what?”

“Now, I’m going to take my lovely wife over there,” Richard pointed to another apparatus, “and see to her needs. It’s up to Ryan now. He can do as he pleases with you.”

Her heart beat a wild rhythm against her ribs. What? They were going to leave her like this while they fucked on the other side of the room?

Fallon leaned close to her face. “It’s all right, Candace. What do you need right now?”

She needed…she needed Ryan inside her, but with Fallon and Richard just across the room? She hadn’t considered the session would end like this. She closed her eyes and let the words tumble out. “I need to be touched. Please, can Ryan touch me now?”

Fallon laughed. “Yes, of course he can. Ryan is ready for you. We’ll be right here if you need us.”

“But…”

“It’s too risky to leave you alone, so we’ll give you some privacy. Richard is moving the screen into place, but we’ll still be able to hear you. Don’t worry. We’ll be too busy ourselves to pay close attention, but we’ll know if we’re needed. Let me adjust the table for you.” Candace tracked Fallon with her eyes as she moved to the end of the table. The table beneath her hips gave way. “There…look at you, all open and ready for Ryan. I’m sure he’ll make you feel good.”

Fallon and Richard turned to go.

“No. Don’t go,” Ryan said.

Richard and Fallon stopped and turned around. Ryan stood beside her, his hands splayed through his hair as if he was trying to keep the top of his head from exploding. His eyes were dark with desire, his skin flushed with heat. He’d shed his wrap. His engorged cock testified to his state of arousal. So what was wrong? Why didn’t he want to be alone with her?

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yes. I’m fine. What’s the matter?”

He ignored her question. “How does it feel? Is this what you wanted?”

“It feels…I feel vulnerable, just like Richard said I would, and yes, it’s what I wanted. I need you, Ryan, I need you so bad….”

“Fallon, stay with Candace,” Ryan said. “Please?” he added when she didn’t move.

“Sure…” Fallon raised an eyebrow at Richard. On his command, she moved to stand beside Candace.

“What’s this about, Ryan?” Richard demanded.

“I need to see you for a moment. Now.” Ryan headed toward the door and Richard followed. Candace watched, wondering what Ryan was doing. She couldn’t imagine what he needed to talk to Richard about. Not when she was lying here, bound and waiting for him.

“Fallon, what’s going on?”

“I don’t know. Just relax. I’m sure Richard will get to the bottom of it.”

* * * *

Ryan stopped and turned to Richard. From where he stood he could keep an eye on Candace. He needed to touch her, needed it like he’d never needed it before, but this was about her needs, not his and he was damn sure going to make sure she got what she needed.

“What the hell is going on, Ryan?”

“Are you fucking blind?”

“No. Did I miss something?”

“You sure as hell did. Don’t tell me you didn’t notice it, Richard. This may be a job to you, but it’s not to Candace. For her it’s personal, so let’s cut the crap. She wants you to touch her.”

“Whoa!” Richard held up his hands as if Ryan had pointed a loaded gun at him. “I’m not touching your wife, not like that. I like living too much.”

“You’re a bastard, Richard. Don’t tell me you didn’t pick up her vibes. Every time you touched her she almost came unglued.”

“It happens sometimes, but she’s your wife, Ryan. I can’t touch your wife.”

“Well your wife certainly doesn’t have any qualms about touching her.” Ryan nodded his head in the direction of Candace and Fallon.

Richard looked over his shoulder. His wife had her mouth on Candace’s breast while she massaged the other one. Candace writhed against her restraints, enjoying the attention. When he turned back to Ryan, the look on his face was priceless.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t expect that either?”

“Uh…”

“This isn’t a class anymore, Richard. This is personal now. My wife wants you to touch her. I want my wife to have everything she wants, everything she needs. If you can’t handle it, then leave. Fallon can stay.”

“Fallon is not staying without me.”

“Then get your ass over there, and let’s make my wife happy.”

* * * *

The moment Fallon’s tongue swept across her nipple, Candace forgot all about Richard and Ryan huddled in the corner discussing, who-knew-what. She closed her eyes and her mind flashed back to that morning on the beach when she and Fallon had applied sunscreen to each other, and explored further. They hadn’t done much, and hadn’t spoken about it since, at least not to each other. Candace had eventually told Ryan. His only comment had been, “I wish I had been there to see it,” and then he’d reenacted the scene for her.

Candace struggled against the wrist restraints. She wanted to run her fingers through Fallon’s hair, hold her to her breast, but every tug against the ropes reminded her how vulnerable she was. Fallon could do anything she wanted. Candace should have been terrified, should have wondered what Ryan would think when he noticed. Instead, she sank further into the inferno of desire engulfing her. Fallon bit down on her nipple. A bolt of pure desire shot from the point of contact to her pussy, and Candace knew she wanted Fallon to do much more. The thought was so shocking Candace gasped. The breath caught in her throat as another mouth settled over her other breast. Her eyes flew open. Another head bent to her chest. She panicked, struggling for real against her restraints. Ryan’s hand on her mound calmed her.

“Relax, sweetheart. I know this is what you want, so just let go. Let us make you feel good.”

“Oh God!” she groaned. Ryan’s voice was calm, in control. How had he known she needed this? It was a stupid question. Ryan always knew what she needed, and—her heart skipped a beat—he always gave it to her. His name died on her lips as he sucked her clit into his mouth. His hands scorched the back of her thighs. His thumbs spread her and his tongue pushed inside her aching pussy. Her hips rose, only to be pushed down by another scorching palm. Richard.

Richard’s hand stroked her belly, applying enough pressure to keep her hips still, arousing, assuring, while his mouth continued an all out assault on her breast. Fallon released her breast and before Candace could protest, Fallon took Candace’s face between her palms and closed her lips over Candace’s open ones.

It was almost too much to bear at once. Fallon, kissing her. Richard, stroking her while his hot mouth worked at first one breast, and then the other. Ryan, between her legs, making her crazy with his tongue and magic lips. Then, as if an unseen puppeteer controlled them, all sensation stopped. Before a protest left her lips, Ryan drove his cock, balls-deep inside her, forcing the breath from her lungs.

Candace willed her eyes open. For the first time, she noticed someone had dimmed the lights. Instead of the bright overhead fluorescent lights, the room was bathed in a rich golden light emanating from the perimeter of the room. Soft music softened the harsh silence of the interior cabin.

Richard and Fallon formed a steeple over her chest, their lips locked together. With one hand, they cradled each other’s head, locking their embrace. Their other hands shared duty tweaking Candace’s clit in rhythm with Ryan’s thrusts. It was too much. Her palms itched to touch warm skin. Her breasts ached where they came in contact with the two bodies leaning across her. Fallon’s gold ropes bit into her skin, and Candace wanted to feel them pressed against her from ankle to wrist.

Candace couldn’t process it all. Every cell in her body coiled and tightened, seeking, reaching, yearning…

“God, you’re beautiful.” Ryan’s hands slid along the back of her thighs to her rounded buttocks, and to her hips. “Come for us baby, come for us.”

That’s all it took. Ryan’s voice, thick with love and arousal, sent her spiraling out of control. Candace arched her back off the table. Her head lolled back, and a hoarse cry fought its way past her dry throat.

Fallon laid a palm on her cheek and pressed her lips to Candace’s ear. “That’s it. Let go. You’re safe, darling.”

Suddenly, understanding rushed along the overloaded connections in her brain. This was the feeling Fallon had tried to describe to her, the reason she’d asked Ryan to let her do this. Bound, she was free. Free to let her mind and body scale the highest peak. Free to experience the maximum amount of pleasure she could endure. All the bonds she’d placed on her mind and body slipped away. She soared into space, oblivious to everything but the euphoric pleasure within her grasp.

Every muscle in her body clenched in sync. Her vaginal walls closed around Ryan’s shaft. Her orgasm was almost violent in its intensity, but the ropes held her securely, like a lover’s strong embrace, enabling her to open herself to it. Her world fragmented, broke apart in a glittering shower of light and sensation like a drug-induced hallucination, but it was real. Ryan was real, and the only drug that flowed through her veins was his love.

She was vaguely aware of hands on her, soothing, stroking, driving her higher and higher, and then Ryan erupted like a volcano inside her, pouring his love into her with great wrenching spurts.

Tears spilled from her eyes and were wiped away by Fallon’s soft caress. She existed on a plane where time didn’t exist. Slowly Candace drifted back to the real world. Fallon lay half over her, soothing and assuring. Richard clung to her other side, one big hand warming her stomach, idly stroking his thumb across her damp skin.

Ryan stood between her suspended legs, still buried deep inside her. His cock was still hard and anchored her more than the ropes ever could.

“Ryan,” she whispered.

“I’m here. I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

“I know. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

 

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Sunday Snippets 3 – DESIRE AND DECEPTION by Sharon Buchbinder

Posted by Sharon in Erotic Romance, Sunday Snippets on 06-05-2012

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Today’s Sunday Snippets is from Sharon Buchbinder’s erotic thriller, DESIRE AND DECEPTION, the story of a man-eating Mexican cartel princess and the secrets she’d do anything to hide.

A baby cried in the distance. Tomas glanced at the bedroom door, then back at Isabel. Indecipherable grunting was followed by the sounds of the baby cooing and giggling.

“Out of all the nannies in Mexico, you had to get a deaf one. What were you thinking?”

He shot her an annoyed look. “Wasn’t like I had a lot of time to interview her. Besides, you should be happy. You told me to get a quiet one this time.”

Isabel sashayed closer to Tomas, and pushed her breasts into his chest. “I think you were too busy looking at her big breasts and nice ass to notice anything else.”

Tomas flushed. “Izzy, no, it’s not like that–”

“I see the way you stare at Rosa. You look at her like she’s an ice cream cone.” Isabel licked her lips, grabbed her husband’s ass, and pulled him close. The citrus smell of Emporio, her favorite men’s cologne, enveloped her. “The only woman you’re going to lick is me. You got that?”

He leaned down and nuzzled the hot spot on her neck. She arched her back, thrusting her pelvis against the growing lump in his jeans. Her robe fell open, and Tomas began kissing her breasts, licking and rubbing her hardening nipples. She ran her hands under his shirt and traced the outline of the large grinning skeleton tattoo on his back from memory. He slid his hand between her legs. Already wet and aching to have him inside, her nimble hand reached into his pants and found his rock-hard erection.

“I’ve been very naughty,” she breathed into his ear. “I want you to spank me. Hard.”

The robe slipped onto the floor in a puddle of white silk. Naked, Izzy, strutted to the bed, sat down and patted the bedspread. Slowly, Tomas strolled over, drawing out the suspense.

“I suppose you want to know why I’ve called you into my office.”

She giggled. Role play. Perfect.

“Well,” she ran her hands over her breasts and tugged at her nipples. “I’m thinking you’re about to give me a nice promotion.”

He stood knee to knee with her, his jeans rough against her skin. “Are you kidding? You’re one of the worst secretaries I’ve ever had.” Tomas plopped down on the bed and pulled her over his knee.

She wriggled her crotch against his rising bulge. “I don’t understand, Boss, what did I do?”

“For one thing,” he caressed her buttocks in slow circular motion, making the circles smaller and smaller. “Your coffee sucks.”

A soft slap landed on her ass, barely causing her to flinch.

She nearly spat in frustration. “Is that all you’ve got?”

“For another thing, you can’t type.”

A harder smack. That was better.

“In fact, I have ten things that I need to discipline you about. So start counting. And don’t skip any numbers. You’ll only make it harder for yourself.”

“Ten.”

His hand landed on her bottom in a furious staccato, the cracking sounds filling the room.

“Yes, yes, yes!” She jerked forward and his clever fingers slid between her labia, sending an explosion of pleasure mixed with pain up her core.

“Nine.” With each slap, he stroked deeper, harder, sliding in her wet moist center, strumming her clit like a guitar string. She was so close, just a few more spanks and she’d be there.

“Seven.” A furious crack on her smarting butt, soon, soon she’d be there–

The Mexican national anthem blared from a red telephone.

She moaned. “Not now.”

“You’d better grab the damn thing before it gets to the next verse.” He stepped away from her. “You know how your father is.”

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Sunday Snippets 2 – PANDORA’S GIFT by Jennifer Lynne

Posted by Jen in Erotic Romance, Sexy Stories, Sunday Snippets on 29-04-2012

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Today’s Sunday Snippet excerpt is from PANDORA’S GIFT by Jennifer Lynne, an erotic romance about a returned war veteran who has seen too much, and the woman who is destined to lead him out of the darkness:

He felt heat radiating toward his fingertips from the shiny metal. He knew it was impossible, and yet tonight, the impossible seemed real. Here with Pandora, in their private little cocoon, disbelief could be suspended and anything could happen.

His fingers closed over the silver sculpture and he saw the shudder run through her as he caressed it, sweeping down one curving line and back up again, shifting his grip, releasing it, touching with feather-light caresses as she closed her eyes and moaned from deep within her throat. “So you feel that?” The roughness in his voice betrayed how hard it was to remain in control as she lay on the floor, arms and legs flung out in abandon, tendrils of hair going in all directions. He thought he had never before seen anything or anyone so beautiful.

“Yes,” she breathed. “It’s like torture.”

“Good. And what about this?” He leaned over and pressed his lips to the metal, nuzzling it, nibbling, the tip of his tongue reaching out to taste what would surely be the slight bitterness of metal. But, no, it was as if he tasted the delicate citrus flavor of her skin, sweet and heady and hot beneath his touch.

“Oh, Flint, yes, that feels so good.” She shuddered and opened her eyes, meeting his gaze squarely as he continued to trace the curving lines of her work. And all the while, he was watching her, watching as her lips parted and she moaned his name aloud, watching as her hands moved across her breasts, pausing at the nipples to touch, explore, pull gently before moving down her stomach to hover at her mound. “I feel you right here,” she whimpered, and the pressure and the heat in his groin grew almost unbearable.

“I feel you too, Pandora.” He knelt before the piece, one knee on each side of the large base, shuffling forward until he was hard against the metal, his gaze still linked to hers. “I feel like I’m pressed up against you.” And it was truly as if their bodies were entwined together, the extraordinary heat of the sculpture wonderful agony as he thrust, slowly at first then faster, his cock sliding up and down the uneven curves of her art as they folded themselves around him as if they, too, wanted to draw him in to their aroused and aching centre.

“Come here, Flint, please. Haven’t you punished me enough?” Her pitiful tone was almost his undoing, but he wouldn’t, couldn’t cease what he was doing. This was his turn, his time to be in charge, and they would come together only on his terms.

“No!” he commanded. “You come here.”

“Yes!” He closed his eyes and waited, heard the rustle as she shifted off the carpet, then her body was up against him, her warm breath tickling the back of his neck, her plump breasts pressed into his back, nipples piston-hard and angled upwards. She wrapped her arms around him, and her smooth thighs were hot against him as she kneed his legs farther apart. Her mound connected with his buttocks in an embrace so deeply intimate he almost came undone.

“Pandora. What are you doing to me?”

“I’m taking you with me, into the light.”

A chuckle bubbled out of him at her words, and with it a sense of freedom he couldn’t remember feeling since he was a child. “Am I dying, then?”

“Of course not!” Her laughter rippled across his skin, “This is living, Flint. Embracing life. And love. Welcome it.” As if to demonstrate, she held him more tightly, gentle fingers exploring, and he felt sandwiched between two halves of the same woman, shiny silver and soft flesh, surrounded by her heat and her delicious scent, his senses so aroused he couldn’t tell where woman ended and the metal sculpture began.

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Sunday Snippets 1

Posted by Chellesie B in Sexy Stories, Sunday Snippets on 21-04-2012

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Erotic Romance Novella Power PlayThis excerpt is from “Power Play.” Sergio is setting up the conference room for the biggest presentation of his life when he comes across the woman he’d been dreaming of:

“It’s almost quarter of–they could be here any minute now.”
“You know they will keep you waiting, they always do. It’s a power play.”
Would they keep him waiting? “I don’t know…”
“I do, trust me.” She tossed aside her suit jacket, leaving the white lacy top.
Wait, the top was sheer and plain, it was the bra showing through that was white and lacy, with red nipples. He sucked in a breath. Her bra had the nipple area cut out, and he could plainly see her nipples, hard and ready, struggling to escape through the sheer fabric.
“Maybe they’ll be late,” he agreed, wanting to believe.
She stepped very close, pressing slightly against his erection. Yes.
No! He’d worked too hard to get this far in his career. He stepped back resolutely.
She inched forward to brush against him again. “So at the moment, you’re still the errand boy.”
“No, I am not.”
“Then what are you doing here?” She waved an arm, hips grinding with the movement.
She had a point, besides the female one that was pressing against him, driving him crazy.
“I, uh, not sure.” Here was this woman, smart and incredibly sexy, and she wanted him like he craved her. All he’d ever hoped for.
“You say you want to be partner, but I don’t think you’ve got what it takes.” She smiled up at him, sassy and smug. “You don’t have the balls to stick up for yourself.”
Balls he had. Aching balls. Aching cock. Sticking up, definitely. Screw the presentation. He’d show her.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
Her eyes hooded and she complied at once. The direct order triggered the same submissive response as when they’d met. He felt the surge of power. Mere inches behind her, he grasped her upper arms and spoke into her ear. “You are in my power now. You will do as I say.”

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