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It’s a huge pleasure to be here on F.’s blog today as she’s one of my favorite people in the erotica writing community—unstintingly supportive and charming beyond measure. She’s invited me over to celebrate the publication of a new story of mine in Money Shot, a new big-box bundle from Excite Spice.

So what’s the story? On a luxurious trip to Paris, Roisin discovers her new billionaire boyfriend is a Dominant and wants her to be his sub. It’s a world she knows nothing about and after her first taste of punishment, she’s not sure it’s a role she wants to embrace. But Thomas is irresistible and she’s caught in his thrall like a startled deer caught in headlights. Can he prove to her that the pleasure is worth the pain on a trip to one of the city’s most iconic sites?

Excerpt

“The most important rule for you to remember,” he murmured, popping an oyster into my mouth, “is that I now control when and where you come. You are expressly forbidden from coming without my permission. Even when we’re away from each other.”
His wicked smile caused a tightening of muscles I didn’t even know I had and, as I shifted position, I could feel a slick of hot juices sticking me to my coat. We were sitting side by side, facing the extraordinary view, but the pressure of one of his fingers running up the outside of my thigh was doing more to play havoc with my breathing than the fabulous location.
“You have to earn every orgasm through good behavior.”
“But I…”
Underneath the table, his hand pushed the soft black fabric up my leg. I leaned back with my head against the banquette. I couldn’t fight the sensations he was stirring in me. Fingers grazing the soft skin on the inside of my thigh. My mouth drooped open, slack with longing. My eyes were closed. Who needed a view across Paris when the fireworks were all internal?
“Don’t. You. Dare.” There was menace in his voice that carried the threat of punishment.
I wanted to push his hand away because that might be the only way to prevent myself from coming right there in a busy restaurant. But I couldn’t. I was like a startled deer in the glare of the poacher’s headlamps. Thomas had me presumably where he wanted me—wanting him, wanting this to never end. Hardly caring that we were in public, that a waiter might approach us at any moment to pour some more wine or clear our plates.
I gasped at a sudden freezing sensation pushing up into the cleft between my legs, high up into my pussy.
“An ice cube?” The shock brought me suddenly to attention.
Thomas laughed as I rifled under my serviette to retrieve it.
“You needed cooling down a little.”
I opened my mouth to speak but he put a finger up to seal my lips.
“You’ve got to earn your pleasures. Don’t be a naughty girl.”
Licking chocolate dacquoise off his fingers didn’t help either. I felt so charged, so needy. Before Paris, before Thomas, I had no idea someone could set me alight like this, and I was astonished at his power over me.
“Come on,” he said, when the waiter had cleared our coffee cups away. “Let’s go outside and get acquainted with that view.”
On the restaurant’s terrace, the cool air felt like a salve and, as we savored the city from the second level of the tower, I wondered with some trepidation what the rest of the evening held in store. I wasn’t at all sure I wanted to be his submissive after the previous night’s experience. But, this evening in the restaurant, I’d never felt so sexy or so turned on. I couldn’t bear the thought of not finding out how high Thomas could take me. Through the fine fabric of the trench I felt his hand skimming my buttocks. My stomach flipped and I turned to face him so he could read the need in my face.
“Come,” he said.
He led me over to where the elevators left for the top level of the tower, another five hundred feet above us. After a couple of minutes, the lift doors opened in front of us and he ushered me into the small glass car. A woman made a move to join us but Thomas barred her way with his arm.
“Please take the next elevator,” he said.
She frowned at him but stepped back. The doors slid shut and, with a sound of grinding gears, we started to climb slowly into the night sky.
“Now we scale the heights,” said Thomas, tugging at the belt of my coat. “I’ve got precisely one minute and forty seconds until we reach the top. One minute and forty seconds to make you come.”

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Oscar returned to his apartment in the morning, the sun was just starting to come up. Polly’s red bra was on his crumpled sheets, when he went into the bedroom.But he did not see her.

He did not expect to, what was he going to say to her? Obviously, he had overstayed his visit with Eliza. He could smell Eliza’s perfume and her skin on him, what was he going to tell Polly?

It was always easy to plan to stop loving Eliza, but it was impossible when she was right in front of him.

The first time he saw her was like a fever. The gorgeous, but troubled woman sitting at the bar. Everything was perfect about her appearance, but there was something so troubled about her. When she looked at him, he made a bolder than bold move on her, because he has had been drinking. Trying to build courage to approach her. He wanted to be uninhibited, and he was that night at the bar.

In the midst of his mind’s movie of his memories of Eliza, he remembered Polly falling asleep on him in the car heading to the airport to go to Shanghai. When he got close to Polly, when he let down his guard, which he had let down because he had wanted her. He had not wanted to shit where he slept, bit Polly was irresistible to him. He told Eliza that he did not want to be Rafe’s replacement, but she had been Polly’s, until he fell in love with her for real.

But as soon as Polly softened toward him, he knew he would not be able to resist a chance with her.

Her red bra with its delicate demi-cups that held her small breasts, was on his sheets from when she took it off before she went to bed. He had not kept a secret from her about where he was going, but he realized how fucked up it was when he stood in his bedroom.

And she was gone.

He picked up her bra, and sat on the bed.

Polly walked into the room, in one of his shirts. Unbuttoned, he could see all of her slender body. She walked slowly to the bed, pausing in front of him.

Before she could say a word, he grabbed her athletic legs and muscular bottom. She was slender, but beautifully curved. She sunk deep down to straddle him, and he kissed her. Their kiss tasted of Polly’s sweet mouth, alcohol and Eliza. He cupped her ass, and Polly wrapped her legs about his waist. Oscar pulled away from their kiss, pressed his face in her hair.

“I love you,” he said into her hair.

Polly pressed her face into his chest.

“I love you,” she said, holding his biceps tightly.

Holding her so intimately, he remembered the beautiful feeling that filled him in Shanghai when he was with her. He felt protective and warm around Polly. She was the love that he had that did not hurt, but made him glow like a slow fire. Unlike his love for Eliza which left him to burn.

Luckily, he was able to find his way back to Polly. To hold her again, and love her. Right now, she was to have and to hold… 
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