Thanks so much for having me on your blog today. J
What do you do on an island
of sexual abandonment? That is the question Astrid asks herself as she speeds
toward the shoreline. Having been bullied and cajoled into accepting the all
expenses paid trip of a life time—you can’t really turn down a birthday present
like that—Astrid is ill prepared for her encounter with the enigmatic Prince
Rashid.
She never reacts to complete
strangers like that. There must be something in the water, or maybe this newly
emerging submissive side of hers is who she truly is?
I had great fun in writing
this story, and I hope readers will like it too. Previously published as
Awakening, this has been completely revised and is considerably longer than the
original version. I knew there was more to Astrid and Rashid’s story and this
is it. And it’s the start of a new series, called services to sisterhood, where
fantasy fulfilment is the aim.
Sometimes you don’t know
what has been missing from your life until you’re shown who you truly are…
Blurb:
Services
to Sisterhood, 1
Loosen up and awake your inner Sex Goddess...call it
services to sisterhood.
The mere thought of an all-expenses paid trip to a
tropical island of sexual abandonment makes straight-laced school teacher
Astrid break out in a heat rash. What fantasy is she supposed to live out,
exactly? You kinda need to have them to re-enact them, right? However, she
can’t really turn down a birthday present, even if her outrageous best friend
would let her.
Everything changes when she wakes up in her very own
Arabian Fantasy. Prince Rashid expects her complete obedience, and Astrid can’t
help but respond to the demands of the enigmatic Sheikh. Maybe it’s just the
ambiance of this place but Astrid finds new strength in her submission, and the
sex is out of this world.
What happens, however, when reality beckons? Can she
hold onto the fantasy?
Be Warned: BDSM, f/f interaction, anal play,
rimming, spanking
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Excerpt:
“Naughty
girls need to be punished.”
Punished?
What on earth did he mean? Before she could question him he spun her around in
his arms. One hand pinched her nipple hard. The pain was more arousing than she
would have thought possible, and his other hand fisted in her hair and yanked
her head up. He pinched her again, harder this time. The desire she saw in his
dark eyes as he assessed her reaction made the pain spiral down towards her
pussy.
“Stop,
you’re hurting me!” Is that breathy denial really my voice? Her heart
turned into a jackhammer as she waited for his next move, and arousal warred
with fear.
He tugged
her closer into his solid wall of muscle. A small smile played on his lips at
her sharp intake of breath when the move brought her clit in direct contact
with the broad tip of his cock. It nudged at her through the thin fabric of
both their clothing.
“You don’t want me to stop.”
The growl
in her ear, combined with another sharp pinch to her other nipple sent her
breathing into erratic overdrive as one large hand cupped her wet folds. Heaven
help her, a stab of pure lust made her knees tremble. His low chuckle had to be the sexiest sound
she’d ever heard. His stubble grazed her neck as he suckled on her skin and
sank his teeth into her flesh at just the right side of pleasuring pain.
He took
her moan into his mouth, and his tongue dueled with hers, before he nipped at
her bottom lip hard enough for her to taste her own blood. Startled, she tried
to pull away from him. His iron grip wouldn’t let her, however, and his
predatory smile held her captive. “I can smell your pussy, and I’m going to
taste you until you scream for my cock to fill you, deep and hard, right here.”
Astrid
gasped at the sudden rip of her dress, and cool air hit her naked flesh. Rashid
thrust one finger into her juices before inserting that digit right into her
anus, pulling her closer still. The shock of the unexpected invasion made her
sink her teeth into her lips to stop herself from moaning. “No, please,
Rashid.”
Another
finger thrust deep, and lifted her up on her tiptoes until her hands had to
grab his shoulders for support.
“That’s
no, my lord.”
At the shake of her head, a third
finger stretched her further, and she couldn’t help the startled sob he caught
in his mouth in a bruising kiss.
“Yield
to me, my bad, bad girl, or your punishment will be worse.”
Oh. My.
God. He
couldn’t mean that, surely. But what did she know about this dark stranger?
Nothing but her body’s complete arousal in his presence. Even now, hovering
between the pain and pleasure his relentless fingers up her ass were giving
her, she wanted his cock inside her so badly she could scream. What is wrong
with me?
His gaze
locked with hers, his breathing harsh, his pupils so dilated his eyes were
almost black. He pushed deeper into her, the pain bringing tears to her eyes as
he almost lifted her off the floor entirely. “Yield to me, my pretty, now!
Trust me.”
Astrid
couldn’t resist. Something in that dark gaze pulled her right into his barely
controlled power. “Yes, my lord.”
The
brilliant smile took her breath away, and she winced as his fingers slowly and
carefully withdrew.
“Good
girl. Now shut your eyes.”
“Why?”
She couldn’t help but utter the question, even though her insides churned at
the thought of his displeasure.
Sure
enough, he growled in answer, the sound so low and animalistic that every
feminine cell in her body just melted, until she had to fight the urge to sink
to her knees in front of him. He raised his eyebrows, moved to stand behind
her, and then slapped her ass hard enough to make her gasp. Gooseflesh broke
out over her exposed skin when he tugged her head back on his shoulder and she
saw his sinful grin. Astrid’s breath stalled in her lungs at the first of
several more openhanded swats to her behind. They left her butt on fire. Heat
traveled over her skin and sent her arousal up another notch. Surely being
spanked like this should not turn her on even more, and make her wish he would
bend her over his knee and do the job properly? By the time he’d delivered that
last stinging swat, she gasped her answer.
“Yes,
my lord.”
“That’s
better, my pretty.” She could hear the smile in his voice and feel it in the
butterfly kisses on her shoulder blades as he circled her. The swish of cool
silk over her sensitive tummy made her pull in the muscles there in
anticipation. The silk moved higher, a bare whisper across her engorged
breasts, before it settled over her eyes. His warm hand grasped hers and lifted
her arm high as another slow, tantalizing swish of silk slid up her body before
he tied it around her wrist, and secured her arm high above her head. The
tickle of yet more silk started on the inside of her thigh this time, and
brushed across her clit repeatedly. It caused more of her juices to moisten her
already wet pussy lips, and beads of perspiration broke out on her skin. Astrid
could smell her own arousal in the air, mixed with the unique scent of the man
breathing into her ear. His sharp intake of breath told her he was as affected
as she was. The whispered Arabic words breathed against her flesh sent shivers
of awareness down her spine. Rashid lifted her other arm so high, she had to
once again stand on tiptoes.
“My
lord?”
*****
Author Bio:
Glutton for punishment would be a good
description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily
basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from
adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with
children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive
husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do
after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the
locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her
characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will
find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any
peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and
sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as
they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting
love stories are guaranteed.
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