Welcome to my blog, and thank you for dropping in on Week 102 of My Sexy Saturday. This is the bloghop where erotic authors share seven scorching words, sentences or paragraphs to spread a little love at the weekend.
This week our theme is My Sexy Place so I’m sharing seven paragraphs from Tell Me. This is a sexy BDSM story I released a couple of months ago. Thea is reluctant to blur the lines of her personal and professional lives. But how long can she keep it up when Tony seems to be demanding more and more from her? Find out in this new BDSM romance about love, trust, and keeping secrets.
In this excerpt Thea and Tony are enjoying themselves at their sexy place – the BDSM club where they meet every couple of weeks or so. Here are the seven paragraphs.
“The bench. Lay across it.” He turned her in the direction of a spanking bench a few yards away in another part of the dungeon. Thea was oblivious to the presence of other couples engaged in similar play to her own, and to her own near-nakedness as she walked slowly over the warm, polished wood floor. She wore only her thong, as a passing nod to The Wicked Club’s rule forbidding nudity in public areas, and the studded leather collar which Tony insisted on locking around her neck at the start of every scene they played.
Her body was sore, delightfully so, every movement reminding her of what she was, what she craved and why she was here. She reached the bench and draped her body across it, knowing exactly the right position to gain maximum exposure to whatever Tony would offer her next.
She turned her head to see her Dom crouch beside his bag, the rucksack he always used to carry his toys and equipment. He rarely played with anything other than his own personal items, things he knew, and could use with consummate skill. He selected his next implement. The cane.
A ripple of terrified anticipation spiked through Thea’s nervous system, causing her to jerk on the bench. Tony caught the movement and turned to regard her, his expression stony. “Will you need me to tie you in place?”
“No, Sir.” Thea bristled a little at the suggestion. She was no newbie, she knew what a caning was like, and she loved the bite of the rattan against the backs of her thighs. Maybe not while it was actually happening, but always afterwards. Without fail.
Tony straightened and leaned on the bench beside her. Thea had to twist her neck to keep him in sight. “Are you sure? You know I won’t permit you to move once we start. I have no wish to punish you this evening if that can be avoided so if you think you may fail in this I’m prepared to help you.”
“I’ll be fine, Sir. I promise.”