Thanks so much for inviting me back so soon, Francesca! My, things are hopping here for Erotic Romance month! Good luck to all the men who are up for contests.
Adam Montague, voted by your followers as last year’s Ultimate Dom, is even in the mix again as Dirty Talker, altho that Deuce must really know how to melt a girl’s panties with dirty talk.
In looking for examples of Adam as a hot Dom AND dirty-talking, I realized he doesn’t get too vulgar around Karla still. Remember what it took for him to drop the F-Bomb around her the first time (pain-killing drugs after an attack from a cougar of the four-legged variety)?
But here’s a scene from Nobody’s Hero (Rescue Me #3) that your followers might enjoy, whether for the first time or a re-read. Adam still has his hands full when it comes to Karla, who isn’t particularly submissive.
Check out my new covers for this book. All four have gotten new covers, but I’m still working on getting the makeovers up on all the bookseller sites and my blog and Web site. Hopefully by the time Somebody’s Angel comes out in September (fingers crossed), they’ll all be updated).
“Good.” He quickly stretched her right arm out and the snick of another clamp to a chain told her she was fully restrained. His finger slipped inside each of the cuffs. “Any pain?”
He chuckled. “Such a pessimistic answer.” He reached out and tweaked her nipple, which apparently had relaxed a bit while her attention was focused elsewhere.
Inexperience left her confused, though. She thought men like to have women do more than just lie there when they have sex, although he certainly hadn’t complained when he’d taken her on his desk the other night. She didn’t suppose this could be misconstrued as the boring missionary position by anyone’s definition, even if she was on her back.
“Permission to speak, Sir.”
“How can I participate if I’m trussed up like this, Sir? Don’t you want me to be able to move?”
“Oh, I expect your full participation, Kitten. Your screams will let me know you are fully engaged in the scene.”
Her heart thudded against her chest and came to a stop for a moment. “Screams, Sir? Wait! I don’t think…”
“Exactly. You don’t need to be thinking anymore. You just need to focus on feeling all the things I’m about to do to your beautifully submissive body.”
Oh, dear Lord.
Was he going to beat her like this? Have sex with her? Hell, he could do anything he wanted to, couldn’t he? Fear mixed with excitement. She’d never had a pain fetish. Still, she felt more excited than fearful, perhaps because she trusted Adam completely. Pain was just a part of his scene, wasn’t it, along with rough sex? Her biggest worry was how she would respond to pain. What if she disappointed him by not being a good submissive?
Opened so fully to him, she felt so exposed. The mattress dipped as he joined her on the bed again. When he sat on the mattress, the nipple nooses stretched and pulled her nips.
“What’s wrong, Kitten?”
She didn’t want to give voice to her concerns.
“I asked a direct question. Are your arms sore? Are you in any pain?”
“No, Sir.” She nibbled on her lower lip. “I just…don’t want to disappoint you, Sir.” She ended on a whisper, afraid to speak the words too loudly.
He stretched out over her, his warm breath against her cheek, and whispered, “Why do you think you’re going to disappoint me, Kitten?”
“I’m not sure I like pain, Sir.”
“Who said anything about pain?”
“You said I’d be screaming, Sir.”
“Oh, make no mistake, Kitten. You’ll be screaming. Just not from pain.”
With that, he crawled back down the bed, between her open legs, and pressed his lips against her inner knee. Oh, no! Karla tried to clamp her legs together, but, of course, they didn’t move.
“No, Sir. Not that.” The other night, she’d taken a shower just before their Shibari session. But she hadn’t taken a shower since this morning.
“What did you say to me?”
“Sir, please, it’s just that I don’t want you to…”
“It doesn’t matter what you want right now, Karla.” Oh, no. He was upset with her. “You do not have permission to speak unless I ask you a question. Do not give me any more orders, and, most definitely, do not tell me to stop anything I’m doing, unless you want to safeword. Is that clear?”
Tears pricked the backs of her eyelids. How was this different from being a slave? She still wanted to please him—and she’d failed yet again.
His lips pressed against her thigh and moved upward, the stubble of his beard abrading her sensitive skin, causing the opening of her pussy to clench and release in anticipation. What a traitor her body was. She didn’t want him to kiss her there and yet her pussy was ready to roll out the welcome mat.
“I…um…, Sir, please. I need to wash myself first.”
He sighed. “Don’t force me use a ball gag on you, brat. That would make me unable to hear your delightful screams.”
Her pussy clenched again. She remembered how loud she’d gotten during the rope suspension scene. She hoped no one was wandering around the house tonight.
“Stop worrying and give in to the explosion that’s about to hit your senses, Kitten, while I delight in the taste of your pussy.”
“No, Sir!” She needed to stop him before she grossed him out. She pulled against the wrist cuffs, hardly rattling the chains on her thighs and wrists. No use. She couldn’t move.
Adam growled. “Did you just tell your Dom no again?”
“No. I mean, yes, I did, but I really, really don’t want you to do this, Sir.”
“You’re in no position to disagree with me, are you?”
With herself splayed open and bound so tightly, she certainly wasn’t.
“Women worry too much about how they smell or taste. I assure you, I love to taste a woman’s primal essence on my tongue.”
Something melted inside her. He liked it? “Really? You’re not just being polite, are you, Sir?”
“No, Kitten, when it comes to sex, I don’t have a polite bone in my body. Now, I have a very hungry beast that needs to be fed—by devouring your sweet, sexy pussy. But make no mistake, you will be punished later for being so willfully argumentative.”
Punished? She remembered the pain of the nipple clamps and wondered if he had something similar in mind. But he was torturing her nipples already—not nearly as much as they’d feel tortured when he removed the nooses, though. Would the pain be worse if associated with punishment?
His lips pressed against her thigh again and his teeth nipped the tender skin as he continued to move ever closer. Karla held her breath and steeled herself for the onslaught of sensations to come, still worried about his reaction.
Adam nipped her skin again and again. Closer and closer. What if he bit her clit? Oh, surely he wouldn’t. Dizziness overcame her. Breathe. She sucked a huge amount of air into her lungs. Her nipples grew taut, causing the ropes to tighten around the swollen buds. Letting her head fall back onto the pillow, she willed her body to relax into the mattress.
Give in to the explosion.
* * *
Her clit throbbed, aching for some kind of contact, but he didn’t provide the stimulation she craved. Instead, his fingers spread her labia open and his tongue pressed insistently against the opening of her pussy, then stabbed inside her.
“Ohhh!” She couldn’t move her hips very well, but used her vaginal muscles to strangle his tongue, eliciting a tortured groan from him.
He pulled away. “You are determined to make me come undone, aren’t you, baby tiger?”
She gasped for air, panting like the pet she was. “Payback, Sir. For torturing me like this.”
“Oh, Kitten, I haven’t even begun to torture you. But I think that would be appropriate, in due time.”
Adam was teasing her? She nearly let out a giggle, before the threat of torture registered in her muddled brain. His mouth descended once more. At least, she hoped he was teasing about the torture part, too. He pressed the backs of his hands against the juncture of her thighs, then used his thumbs to spread open her outer pussy lips. The cool air from the room, along with his breath against her exposed vulva, caused her clit to tighten, seeking in vain the warmth it had known within its sheltered hood. But his mouth soon spread warmth from her pussy to her clit when his flattened tongue licked her as if she were a melting ice-cream cone.
“Oh, God!” The chains clanged as Karla fought against the restraints. Thank God he’d used the restraints, because she’d have tried to escape him otherwise, or closed herself off to his mouth. He’d taken away the ability for her to deny him access to her most private self. He’d removed her need for modesty or shyness.
Karla prepared for her personal explosion.
Rather than grant her the release she sought, though, the tip of his tongue teased along one side of her clit hood, flicking lightly over her tiny erection, and then teased the other side of the hood. He nipped the inner flesh of her larger labia, and his teeth nibbled at her inner lips.
“Oh, my God!”
The intense sensation caused her to struggle against her restraints again, but whether to get away from him or to position herself where he could finally give her clit the attention it deserved, she wasn’t sure.
“I can’t last much longer, Sir. Please!”
His mouth left her pussy. Shit. She’d spoken again. Was he making a list of all her naughty transgressions? What kind of punishment would he devise? She waited, but he didn’t reprimand her again.
“Give you what, Kitten?”
Direct question. Okay to answer. “You know what I need, Sir.”
“Yes, but I want to hear you beg for it. Tell me what you need.”
Beg? He’d reduced her to a quivering mass of raw nerves and now he wanted her to beg for more? Oh, sure. She could do that. Not a problem.
“Please, Sir. I need your fingers inside me, your hot tongue on my clit devouring your kitten’s pussy, and then I need you to drive your penis inside me over and over until you have taken total and complete control of your subbie’s body and mind.”
Adam’s breathing became labored. Had she gone too far? Well, he’d asked her to beg for what she needed—and that was exactly what she needed.
He didn’t say a word but he moved and, this time, when his lips encircled her clit, he drew it into his molten mouth. His teeth grazed the ultra-sensitive nubbin. Two fingers plunged deep inside her.
“Oh, God, yes, Adam! I mean, Sir Adam.” Karla fought to escape the restraints as her body tried to jettison off the bed. “Please take me. Please make me come. I need you inside me. Now!”
His fingers plunged in and out of her vagina, then entered her more deeply and curled toward her pubic bone until he touched a bundle of nerves that had been her undoing in the Shibari suspension scene. “Sweet Jesus, yes! I can’t take anymore. Oh, please, Sir! Oh, God, please! I need…”
She thrashed her head back and forth on the pillow. Her incoherent rants filled the room as his mouth released her clit and his tongue began flicking rapidly over the sensitive nubbin. The combination of intense sensations caused all thought to flee her mind.
His fingers pulled out as the spasms just began to build. She nearly sobbed. “No, please don’t stop!”
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