#WIPItUp – What? No title?

Welcome to another WIP It Up Wednesday, the blog hop where erotic authors share from their works in progress and give you a heads up on super sexy new stuff to top up your hungry kindle.

This week I’m sharing an excerpt from my almost completed work in progress. As yet I haven’t come up with a title for it. That’s unusual for me, but I don’t doubt inspiration will strike eventually. Let’s hope.

Anyway, here’s a teaser from the opening scene…

“Sir, stop… Please, I can’t…” Thea allowed her head to drop backwards, dislodging the loose bun her Dom had made of her hair at the start of their scene. It tumbled down her back in dark waves, a light caress against her shoulders, tender from the lash of the flogger. She hissed in a sharp breath, battling to ride the waves of agony shooting in direct line from her clamped nipples to her clit. The relentless flogging paused. Thea gasped, dragging in precious oxygen during this brief lull. A few seconds, just a few sweet moments would be enough for her to regroup and be ready to continue.
“Sir stop? Since when was that a safe word, girl?” Thea’s pussy clenched at the low, rich tone of the man behind her, as he leaned forward now to murmur the words right into her ear. He had a unique quality in his voice, some special timbre which seemed to resonate right through her soul. She could never say no to him.
“It isn’t. I mean, I don’t want to stop, I apologise, Sir.”
“Tell me, Thea.” He reached around her to cup her breasts in his hands, briefly relieving the tension created by the nipple clamps gripping each of her swollen nubs. Thea sighed in relief, loving the intimacy of this moment, the certainty that he knew, without her even needing to tell him, that she was close to her limit.
Except she had told him. She had asked him to stop, though not in the customary manner, the manner guaranteed to bring a scene to a shuddering halt. If she’d uttered her safe word her Dom would have released her from the restraints which held her, suspended from the beam across the ceiling in the dungeon. There would be no questions asked, she would be whisked straight into the aftercare suite. She would be wrapped in a blanket and snuggled up to his warm solid body before she could say ball gag. Thea hadn’t said ‘red; but through her tone, her body language, he knew anyway.
Tony always knew.

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