Out Now! Slippers & Chains: Sugar Dust by Raven
ShadowHawk (@ileandraXraven) #erotica
#bdsm #domination #submission
Blurb:
Dan loves
submissive women and longs to build a harem of willing females to fill what he
lovingly calls his ‘Slave Library.’ He shares his plans for sexual bliss with
Karen, the first of his submissives in his mind and his heart. But when an
unexpected visit from his mother leads to uncomfortable questions about his ex,
Dan realizes that past mistakes are catching up to him, faster than he can run.
The first
D/s relationship to blend comfortably with her vanilla life is the one Karen
shares with Dan. She treasures the freedom in the act of submission and wants
nothing more than to share it with her Master for as long as possible. Why
then, does he insist on bringing other women into their bed? And why can’t he
say he loves her?
As Dan
battles his inner demons, Karen hopes a sexy mini break at the exclusive fetish
club, Sugar Dust will allow them time to relax and reconnect. There she meets
Beth, personification of Dan’s past storming in to demolish her present. Can
she show Dan that their relationship is strong enough to break the chains of
his past, before Beth drives an immoveable wedge between them with her tales of
what once was?
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. . . and so
on!
Author Bio and Links
Raven
ShadowHawk is one face of the author who writes fantasy and horror under a
second pseudonym. She is, according to most . . . okay, according to herself,
the fun one of the pair.
Living in
Leicester, UK with her partner (the Funk Master) and twin sons (known as Sprog1
and Sprog2), Raven writes erotica ranging from sensual and romantic to graphic
and totally PWP.
Her
interests include badly produced porn, chocolate, dressing up (particularly in
matching underwear) and shouting at women who wear stupid shoes and/or skinny
jeans.
Discover
more about Raven on her blog
(www.ileandraXraven.co.uk/about/about2)
Contact
Raven via email (info@ravenshadowhawk.co.uk)
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Excerpt (Naughty!)
As Dan
parked the car, a low moan quivered from the passenger side. Karen slumped
against her seat belt, eyes closed, forehead sweaty. Though she might have
argued, Dan had never seen her more beautiful or more desirable. While the car
clicked, rumbled, and cooled he stared at her face and longed to touch her,
bury himself inside her in every way possible. Instead, he slapped her thigh
hard enough to make her yelp.
‘Well done,
Kaz. Take it out now.’
She moaned,
turning a bleary eye toward him. ‘I still don't get to come?’
The pitiful
tilt of her downturned lips softened his intended response. ‘Not yet.’
‘I hate you
sometimes.’
‘You'll
thank me later. Promise.’
Her fingers
slipped beneath the shiny hem of her latex dress. He enjoyed the contrast of
her dark skin against the white material as she fumbled around. Seconds later,
she held up the remote controlled bullet, wet and gleaming. The musky scent of
her frustrations filled the car and Dan breathed deep, filling his nostrils
with the wonderful smell.
‘Put it in
there.’
Karen shoved
the bullet into the glove compartment and composed herself with a series of
slow breaths.
‘Better?’ he
asked.
‘I suppose.’
Glowering, she clambered from the car and kicked the door shut.
Dan chuckled
and when Karen walked around to open his door, the grin grew wider. He stroked
her burning cheek with the pad of his thumb. ‘Karen,’ he murmured, ‘my sweet,
little Kitten. You'll be okay. Before the night is out you'll get to come.’
She whined.
‘But I need it now.’
He peered
over his shoulder, casting a sweeping gaze left and right. The chance to
further tease his slave presented itself in the form of a deserted car park.
How could he resist?
‘Now?’ he
whispered. ‘Here? In the street? I can do that.’ With deft hands, he gripped
her slender shoulders and spun her round. Her back pressed flat against his
chest, and he stroked the slippery latex clinging to her skin. First her
breasts, squeezing the firm globes before skimming down to the small dent of
her bellybutton. He tickled her thighs beneath the hem of her dress. She
jumped.
‘I could,’
he breathed in her ear, ‘and no one would think anything of it. Not here. I
could hold you against the car.’ He did, pushing her hands out to lie flat on
the roof. Her cheek touched the metal and he watched the condensation of her
breath mingle with the wisps of steam rising from the hot surface. She groaned.
‘I could
pull off your knickers.’ Dan released her hands and teased his way back under
the dress. He could feel her thighs trembling. ‘Wait, you're not wearing any.’
‘You bloody
took them!’
‘I know.’
Dan resisted the urge to check his pocket. He knew they were still there, damp
and musky. ‘One less barrier.’ He flipped the bottom of the dress over Karen's
high, round ass and tucked it in around her waist. Both hands stroked her
exposed skin, watching the pattern of goose bumps prickling in the cool night
air. So fucking beautiful . . .
‘It would
only take a few minutes.’ He thrust his hips against her. ‘Wouldn't even have
to pull my trousers down all the way. A quick fuck.’ When he nipped her ear, a
low growl rumbled at the back of her throat.
Her instant
responsiveness made him aware of a tightening across the front of his trousers.
He resisted the urge to adjust himself; wouldn't do to let the submissive know
that she was actually the one in charge.
‘You'd love
that, wouldn't you? A speedy shag against the side of my car in the middle of a
public car park. You're such a dirty girl.’
The loud
slap of his hand against her ass cheeks made them both jump. The giddy thrill
of power made Dan's head spin. His breathing hitched, and he caught the scent
of Karen's arousal on his fingers again. It fired his blood as surely as any
over the counter aphrodisiac.
‘Do you
still need to come? Now?’ As his breathed the words into her ear, Dan walked
his fingers over the curve of her bottom. Passed the top of her thighs and
round the front to cup her pussy. So hot. So wet. He groaned. ‘You shaved?’
Karen humped
his fingers. ‘Of course I did. It's Sugar Dust.’
‘I love it
when you're smooth down there. It's so fucking sexy. You missed a bit though.’
‘You try
catching everything with a shitty lady-razor.’
‘Don't
worry, it's amazing.’ Dan glanced over his shoulder. ‘Don't move.’
The lights
in the huge exclusive club made pools of yellow light on the tarmac. Though he
heard the faint notes of music from within, he heard no voices. Saw no people.
Perfect. He dropped to his knees behind Karen and pressed his nose against her
backside. He rubbed his cheek against her lower one then nipped the fleshy
underside of her arse. She gasped. He did it again. A third time. The fourth
bite drew forth a strangled wail as he brought his teeth together and turned
his head from side to side.
‘You're
mine,’ he whispered, made bold by her intense responses. ‘This mark proves
you're mine.’
Karen
sounded like she might be having trouble breathing. ‘You don't need a mark to
prove that.’
He traced
his finger along her trembling inner thigh. Thick, slippery wetness coated his
fingers, a tangible reminder of the day she'd had. He licked it away. ‘You've
been so good today. It will be worth it, little Kitten.’
‘Yes, Sir.’
‘Good. You
ready?’
‘Always.’
Buy Links
Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1Sx7Lpx
Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1Kv5J8C
Amazon CA: http://www.amazon.ca/dp/B010EAQLTE/
. . . and so on!
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