Contemporary BDSM Erotic Romance
Olivia Walker
has just hit rock bottom. About to lose her job and become homeless, she can’t see
a way out of the mess her life has become until Alex Davenport enters her life with
a proposal she is in no position to refuse.
Wealthy and
arrogant, Alex is used to getting whatever he wants and he has set his eyes on
Olivia. For months he has watched her, waiting for the perfect opportunity to
present itself to make her his, and finally it has appeared. But Alex is hiding
a secret, one that he is determined to protect until, one day, Olivia makes a
discovery that sets her on a course of self-discovery. Together they explore
Olivia’s submissive side, pushing boundaries and taking her on the wildest ride
of her life.
But when
Olivia’s past threatens to expose Alex’s secret lifestyle, the time for truths
and full disclosure is at hand. Can Alex let go of the fears that have bound
his true nature? And can a couple that fell in lust find their own happily ever
after?
Warning: This
book is intended for mature audiences as it contains explicit sex scenes and
BDSM themes.
Excerpt:
“We’re leaving,”
Alex states in a tone that brooks no argument. I merely nod in reply and let
him lead me to the cloakroom to fetch my wrap, and then we are sitting in the
car, being driven home. The tension between us is thick, yet neither of us has
said a word. I glance up at Alex under my eyelashes and see his jaw clenched
and an expression that I can’t fathom in his eyes. Every fibre of my being is
hyper-aware of Alex’s masculinity, and a dull throb sits between my legs. I
squirm in my seat, trying to find a little relief, when suddenly I am aware of
Alex’s scrutiny. His eyes bore through me, yet the expression on his face
remains a neutral mask. A smirk appears as he runs his eyes over my body and I
find my nipples hardening under my dress.
We have no
sooner pulled up in front of the house than Alex is pulling me from the car and
into the house. The door slams shut behind us and for a moment we both just
look at each other, lost in the inevitable. And then Alex speaks. “Turn around,
Olivia.” The command is issued in a low, gravelly voice, completely at odds
with Alex’s regular teasing tone. The use of my full name startles me, and
before I can think further, my body is already obeying. I stand still, my eyes
staring up the stairs, as we stand in the frigid hallway, and I wait with bated
breath. A few moments pass and all I can hear is our breathing.
Suddenly I am
aware of Alex’s arms coming over my shoulders and unhooking the cape at my
throat. It slithers to the floor, and for a heartbeat, the world stops spinning
on its axis. I shiver as I feel Alex’s warm breath on my neck as, ever so
slowly, he pulls down the zip of my gown. “Put your arms out and hold on to the
end of the bannister,” he instructs gruffly. I comply without rational thought,
quietly awaiting his next command. The single movement has my dress pooling at
my feet as I lean forward to grip the smooth wooden post. Large, agile hands
skim down my sides until they rest on my hips and I am very much aware that my
arse is now in the air, the angle of my body on my heels offering direct access
to my damp, aching pussy. The hands follow a leisurely pace down the backs of
my thighs and calves, until they reach my ankles. “Lift your foot and then the
other,” Alex orders. I comply and he pulls the dress out from around my feet,
discarding it in a heap by the front door.
I glance back
down at Alex, but immediately he notices. “Eyes forward,” he barks, and I whip
my head back around, my heart thumping in my ears. The cold of the hallway has
raised goose bumps over my skin and I am shivering ever so slightly. I feel
Alex stand behind me, heat radiating from his frame making the cold more tolerable,
and then I hear him shedding his own clothes. My body is feeling
ultra-sensitive, and the moment his hand snakes around my waist and deft
fingers find my clit, I let out a low groan, as the warmth starts to spread
across my pelvis. His pelvis pushes into my arse and I can feel the huge length
of him grinding between my butt cheeks. Suddenly, Alex’s other hand is grabbing
my breast, pulling it from the confines of my strapless bra and, almost
painfully, squeezing my nipple. Teeth nip at my ear and neck as he forces my
head back, my back arching as I try to maintain my balance.
“I don’t make love,” Alex hisses into my ear. “I fuck,
I root, I shag…but I don’t do soft and I don’t do sweet. Do you understand,
Olivia?” I nod my head, a thousand conflicting thoughts swirling around my
head. “If you want this to stop, you need to say so now…” he trails off and
waits for my answer. My brain is telling me that this is all a bit weird, that
this is not what I want, but my treacherous body has other ideas and so I keep
silent.
Author
Bio:
Bibi
is a former marketing executive and mum to a gorgeous little girl currently
residing just north of London Western Australia
Inspired from a
young age, her love for literature started with Enid Blyton and her Secret
Seven. Since then a voracious appetite for books has brought her a world full
of heroes, love, murder, betrayal and the odd vampire thrown in for good cause.
Having long admired those brave enough to put
pen to paper, or in this modern age of computing, keyboard to screen, she has
finally started telling the sexy stories that she has been keeping locked up in
her head all this time.
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