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TRUSTING HIM......BITTEN PRESS LLC NOW AVAILABLE
Andrea Bellmont
Blurb:
New York City, a
romance conference, two established erotic romance writers meet and venture
into another world, the world of BDSM.
She’s finally confident
and sexy, after years of self-doubt. He’s found a partner he can be dominant
with and now wants more. He wants her love. She’s fallen hard. He wants to own
her. She needs to belong to him completely.
Not even two countries
and thousands of miles can keep two hearts from each other. Nor can it keep
them from the strongest bonds of love, leaving the vanilla world behind.
In a decadent purple
dungeon on the Upper East Side of New York City two people connect. They
discover they have the same hidden desires and fall in love.
EXCERPT:
Bonds of Love
Leighton had been quite
specific about how I was to be dressed tonight. What he asked me to wear was
deliciously decadent. First, he emphasized the color black. Next he requested
some black sexy underwear, black heels at least three inches tall, a garter
belt, and something black and clingy. I meant to deliver and had my purchases
in my hands as I left the shopping mall.
I’d gone on line
snooping around at the BDSM clubs in my area. I’d never seek out one of these
clubs alone. I wasn’t even sure I’d like going to this dungeon or playroom.
However, with him this seemed all right, natural and arousing. My anticipation
level was high, very high. Tonight was all I could think about.
I was to meet him at
the same hotel bar at eight tonight. When I entered, he sat at the bar in black
trousers and black raw silk shirt. I noticed his socks and shoes were black
setting off his rugged goods looks and weakening me in the knees. I was in deep
trouble. No man had ever affected me the way he was. I found myself gripping
the leather banister around the bar. Then he smiled. I lost my breath and my
heart began to pump wildly in my chest. He excited me and so did the little
adventure he had planned. I was on my way to my first dungeon. I was already wet with anticipation.
“I have a limo waiting
for us. We’ll have dinner with my friends, then we’ll play.”
“Play?”
“Yes, baby, from the
minute that gin and tonic splashed on me and my eyes beheld your lovely face,
playing with you is the first scenario that came to my mind. The next scenario
involved making you cum, watching you cum, and controlling you. Then I fucked
you, watched my dick slide inside of you. Yes, baby, I want to play with you
all night.” His tall body closed in on me, he let his breath caress the tops of
my breasts the cleavage ample and licentious.
I shivered at his
words. I’d go with him. I’d experience what he had to offer. For the first time
in my life I was letting go, allowing my inhibitions to run free. I hoped he’d
enjoy the lacey number I had on, black and sexy, as he requested. My pussy was
wet, my mouth numb and my libido off the wall. Yet being with him gave me a
strong sense of security, a need to relinquish all that I was to him. I knew
I’d call him Sir tonight.
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