Surrender to Pleasure

Hello! Thanks to Kara for opening up the REO blog this month for guest posting!

I'm Lisabet Sarai, erotica/romance author. I have six print titles but now I'm focusing on ePublishing with Total-E-Bound, Eternal Press and Phaze.

Today I'm featuring an X-rated excerpt from my steamy contemporary romance Raw Silk, available here.

Let me know what you think!

In a foreign land, a woman discovers exotic new realms of the senses...

When software engineer Kate O’Neill leaves her lover David to take a job in Thailand, she becomes sexually involved with two very different men: a handsome and debauched member of the Thai aristocracy, and the charismatic proprietor of a sex bar.

Each touches her in a different way; each teaches her different things about her body and her heart.

Excerpt (X-rated, mild BDSM)

"Time for the next scene," said Marshall lightly. Before she knew what was happening, he had swooped down and picked her up. Her shoes fell off with a clatter, but Kate hardly noticed. She relished the strength in his arms, the iron muscles rippling beneath his shirt.

He carried her over to the bed and laid her down on her back. "Lift your arms above your head," he commanded. As she complied, her hand brushed against something, dangling from the headboard. She turned to look at the braided ropes of red silk, fastened to the rattan spokes, and suddenly understood why Gregory had disappeared when she first arrived. A few things to attend to, he had said. So he had left her with his lady co-conspirator, trusting his comrade and the performance to inflame Kate’s senses and imagination, while he came and installed these bonds.

Gregory watched the comprehension dawning in her eyes. "Yes, Kate. I prepared these for you. Only for you."

He leaned closer. "I want to tie you here, hand and foot, so that you will be more completely at my disposal. I believe that you want that, too. But you must tell me so. I will not do this without your permission."

Kate was silent. She had never been so unsure in her life. Fear, suspicion, shame, and distrust warred with curiosity and desire. In his arms she had felt both sheltered and helpless, and she longed for those feelings again. Yet he was essentially a stranger, she reminded herself, a stranger with a shady profession and an unsavoury reputation.

When she looked him, though, she saw concern and attentiveness in his eyes, even though his cock still pulsed hugely from his fly. The sight of his manhood sent a delicious weakness through her limbs. I must be crazy, she thought to herself, as she nodded her assent.

"Do it,” she murmured, and did not trust herself to say anymore.

With expert skill, he bound her wrists with the silken braids. "Silk is a marvellous substance," he commented. "So soft, but incredibly strong. Like you, my little Kate. I know that you can endure much, Kate. Much more than you would believe."

Kate shivered, wondering exactly what he meant. He was working on her ankles now, in a business-like fashion, leaving her knees bent and open so that her sex was spread wide. Every time he touched her, heat traveled through her to that burning centre, still sensitive and hungry from her earlier ministrations. She squirmed a bit, involuntarily pushing her pelvis toward him.

"Be still," he said sharply. "Be patient. You must learn to wait."

Finally, she was bound, restrained from all but the most subtle movements. She found she was panting. Gregory stood at the foot of the bed, admiring her, or his handiwork.

"Excellent. Just as I imagined."

He began to remove his clothes. Her eyes followed his every gesture. When he dropped his shirt to the floor, Kate sucked in her breath. Marshall’s left arm, from shoulder to wrist, was elaborately and beautifully tattooed. A pattern of multicoloured flames writhed over his flesh, scarlet, green and turquoise. A trick of the flashing neon, or perhaps simply the motion of his muscles, made the flames dance across his flesh as if they were consuming him. A similar flame flickered in his blue eyes as he pulled off his trousers.

He mounted the bed and straddled her with his thighs. His engorged penis hovered above her body. Despite herself, she writhed a bit below him. In response, he leaned over and pinched both her nipples, hard enough that she cried out.

"Still, I said! You are mine now, mine to do as I wish. I will fuck you, or not fuck you, as I please.”

"But," he added, smiling, "I do please."

The bonds already held her wide open. Her sex was already drenched with arousal. Never taking his eyes off hers, he sank his penis into her, into the heart of her, depths she had not known existed.

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Estella said...

Oh my! Sounds wonderful.