Publisher: Rushmore Publishing
ISBN 13: 978-0615969459
Genre: Erotic Romance Thriller
Sub Genre: BDSM
Page Count: 321
Word Count: 98862
Heat Level: Extremely Hot
Felicity Summers is an ambitious reporter who's trying to make a name for herself as a serious investigative journalist with the biggest newspaper in the city; the Chicago Word.
When she catches wind of a rumor about the city’s mayor that might just be the hottest story of the decade, she jumps at the opportunity to expose the corrupt mayor and derail his chances at winning a second term. All she has to do is infiltrate a private BDSM club to catch him in the act.
Simple right? Well, maybe it would have been if not for the club's extremely dominant, gorgeous and charming owner, Sir Alistair Montgomery-Piers. He takes notice of her at one of the scenes and sees something in Felicity that he wants to her to explore. Alistair makes her an offer neither she nor her body can refuse.
Can Felicity stay focused on her mission long enough to get the proof for her top secret story, or will Alistair completely take over her heart, mind, body and soul?
Reader Advisory- this novel contains the following warnings: Adult Themes. Strong Sexual Situations. Lots of Foul Language. Hot, Naked Bodies. Sexy Accents. Lusty Toys That Make You Beg For More. And a Whole Lot of Other Naughty Things That Will Send Your Libido Into Overdrive... Are Your Ready To Unleash Your Desires?
She couldn't take her eyes off of his body, though tastefully clothed in a black buttoned-up shirt, with charcoal-gray flat-front pants and blazer. It wasn't just the outfit that kept her captivated. It was how he wore it. It must have been tailored for him because it seemed to fit him like a glove. Again, she looked up at him and wondered just how tall he was. At five-seven, she wasn't considered short, but he stood at least seven inches taller than her.
He smiled again and very gently placed his hands on her shoulders. “Just relax,” he said as he turned her back around to face the room. Slowly, he led her with a gentle push further into the room so that she was no longer blocking the doorway. He slid his hands down the length of her arms, taking her hands into his and crossing them over her chest as he held her close to him. She closed her eyes as she felt his powerful chest against her back, breathing in time with her as if they were becoming one.
“Ah, ah, ah... don't close your eyes,” he whispered into her ear, his lips delicately brushed against her flesh making her shiver with titillation.
Felicity opened her eyes, not even realizing she had closed them. She stared forward, watching the two scenes grow more intense. Now the woman trapped in the swing was lost in complete rapture as her mistress slapped the swollen folds of her pussy with the crop. After a few slaps, she rub the sensitive, inflamed flesh with her fingers as if soothing the sting. The woman in the swing struggled to squirm and it was obvious that she was attempting to press herself closer to her mistress' fingers. Immediately, the mistress pulled her hand away and the whipping continued.
“Disobedience will not be tolerated. That is the lesson there,” Alistair whispered into Felicity's ear sending tingles down her spine so intense, she quaked again. He chuckled deeply in his chest, and she could feel the vibrations through her back.
“How is she being disobedient? It isn't like she can do anything?” Felicity asked. She wanted to wrap herself in the scent of this beautiful man who was holding her close. His cologne was intoxicating.. or maybe it was just him? She could no longer tell the difference.
“She is to remain still, not to seek pleasure yet to be granted. In pressing the matter, she's forced the hand of her mistress to punish her,” Alistair explained.
The ecstatic moans of the man bound to the cross drew Felicity's attention away from the two women. The man's head was back, lids half parted showing the whites of his eyes. His mouth was agape and his face was serene as if he was in a lovely place that no one there could see.
“That is what you call magnificent,” Alistair purred.
Felicity's eyes fluttered, but she managed to keep them open. Just the sound of his voice in her ear was making her lose control of her senses. She had to fight hard to keep herself grounded. She stared intently at the mistress as she continued to spank her male sub, until he quaked, his orgasm jetting across the leather of the contraption he was bound to. Creamy, white rivulets staining the black leather. The mistress ceased the spanking and rubbed his back in soft, gentle circles. She kissed him and whispered things no one could hear into his ear and he nodded slowly. She untied him and he fell to his knees in front of her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She held him so lovingly, as if he was her greatest treasure.
D.N. Simmons lives in Chicago IL., with a rambunctious German Shepherd that's too big for his own good and mischievous cat that she affectionately calls "Itty-bitty". She is highly acclaimed for her groundbreaking, fast-paced and engaging novels winning “Author of the Month” at Warrior of Words, “New Voice Of Today” at Romance Reviews and “Rising Star” at Love Romance and More.
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