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BELOW IS AN EXCERPT FROM MY JUST RELEASED NOVEL

A PROMISE OF PASSION 

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A PROMISE OF PASSION  is a deeply romantic tale that follows the sexual awakening of a young woman, and the alluring, artful French Dominant who offers her the enticing experience of sensuous bondage and discipline.  While it’s an erotic adventure she craves, dare she cross that line, and if she does, what will it mean for her future?

EXCERPT

Clutching her upper arms he kissed her, his lips softly engulfing hers as his tongue explored her mouth, then pulling back he gazed down at her.

“Tonight you will learn more about yourself,” he whispered, “and you will feel much more weak than you do now, but later, tomorrow, next week, you will feel the strength from this.”

Not sure what to say, she simply nodded her head.

“During this time here in my dungeon, you will call me Sir. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” she nodded.

As she spoke the words she felt a stirring in her stomach, and of their own accord, her thighs squeezed together. The involuntary response wasn’t lost on him, and with a small smile he grasped her wrists, lifting them above her head and snapping them on to the chains, then dropping his fingers against her velvet slit, he began to softly rub.

“Ooooh, Sir,” she groaned, wriggling against his touch.

“Your legs, they wish to close, they wish to rub against themselves, is this not so?”

“Yes, Sir,” she mumbled.

“This is not allowed, not until I decide, so I have something to make them behave, but first…”

His voice trailed off as he tickled her clit, teasing and toying with her pussy. Watching her eyes close and hearing her urgent breathing, he decided to stretch out the luscious moment. She was falling in love with his exploring fingers, and he continued the prurient play until her squirming wetness told him she was completely lost in her need. Cupping her sex with one hand, he reached to the side of the chair with the other, retrieving the spreader bar.

“Look,” he directed.

Fluttering open her eyes, she stared at him, not sure what it was she was supposed to be studying. His hand was still against her, making it difficult to focus on anything else.

“You see this?” he asked, holding it up. “

The pole,” she mumbled.

“I am going to place this between your ankles. You will not be able to close your legs. This first time it will not be too wide,” he promised, “but in the future…”

“Yes?” she murmured.

“In the future I will have it very wide, and you will be bent over a couch, and every part of you will be open to me.”

His deep brown eyes glinted at her, and the imagery sent an erotic shuddering through her loins. He felt the energy against his hand, and he squeezed, then lightly pinched her clit.

“Sir,” she trembled.

“You are feeling weaker?”

“Yes, Sir, so much weaker.”

“The chains are strong, they will hold you,” he promised.

Dropping his hand away he crouched down, and moving her legs a short distance apart, he attached the bar to her ankle cuffs.

“Now you are as you should be,” he remarked quietly as he stood up. “Now you are mine to do with as I wish, aren’t you, Vivien?”

“Yes, Sir,” she muttered.

Moving to the table he popped the champagne cork, filled a crystal flute, and selecting some chunks of the rich chocolate, he moved slowly back to her.

“Open your mouth,” he instructed, dropping in the chocolate. “Close your eyes and let it melt against your tongue, then you will tell me how delicious it was.”

Sipping the champagne, he watched her, and as he sensed the succulent sweet devouring her taste buds, he placed the flute on the small table next to the chair, and returned his fingers to her slippery pussy.

Moaning heavily, she tried to close her legs, or squirm against him, but the bar between her ankles made it impossible.

“Ah, yes, you are learning who is in charge of your pussy,” he murmured, “and your lovely tits,” he continued, tonguing each in turn, “and your mouth,” he finished.

Pressing his lips to hers, his tongue shared the sweet melted chocolate, as his fingers persisted in their dance between her legs.

“Some champagne?” he murmured, his lips moving to her ear as he dropped his hand away.

“Please, Sir,” she stammered.

Carefully taking the flute to her mouth, he tipped it forward, letting the sparkling wine flow; swallowing it down, she sighed heavily. “

That was so good,” she mumbled.

“All pleasure, yes?” he crooned.

“Yes, Sir, all pleasure,” she replied, her eyes half-lidded. “I feel as if I’m in a dream.”

Taking another sip of the champagne himself, he placed the glass back on the small table, then walked behind her.

“Close your eyes,” he said firmly, the leisurely lilt of his voice dropping away, a soft firmness taking over.

She felt the black satin touch her eyelids, and as he wrapped it around her head, shutting out the small amount of light that bathed the room, she took a deep breath. The introduction had been magical, compelling and seductive, but she knew that’s what it had been, an introduction; what was to follow?

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