My editor tells me the release date for Floored (Club Alterna 1) will be decided over the weekend. Exciting times! Once I find out the release date for that, I’ll be able to figure out my timeline for writing Suspended, Captured and Swayed.
Since I’m procrastinating, I thought I’d post up an excerpt from Floored. It’s Friday night. It’s midnight. Why the hell not? 😉
This is how the book begins…
“They’re all watching us, you know.” Josh’s casual tone sent a shiver down my spine, and I flicked my gaze over to the spectators’ area of the play space without raising my head. I couldn’t see too well through my peripheral vision, but I got the sense that they were all there; every single person who was present the night we were introduced.
My mind spun further into a submissive haze, and I closed my eyes to try to ease it. Not that it helped. I was kneeling in front of him in my underwear – even if we were alone, that would be enough.
“We’ve drawn this game out for too long for them not to be curious. And word travels in this scene. By now, even the dungeon masters want to know what I’m gonna do to you. I’ll bet they wouldn’t even step in if I was to fuck you in front of everyone here…”
I forgot how to breathe; humiliation and longing combined to prickle over my skin. “You wouldn’t,” I said, but I wasn’t sure whether it was a declaration of bravado or a question.
“You sure about that?” Josh crouched beside me and stroked a hand over my tense, trembling body; down my abdomen, over the waistband of my panties and down between my spread thighs. I bit back a whimper as his fingers trailed over my cunt for the first time, rubbing lightly over the scrap of damp fabric, then just a little harder.
Or maybe I was pressing myself into his hand. I didn’t know any more.
“Looked at you,” he growled in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “Desperate for me to get you off with my fingers, and we haven’t even kissed yet. You little slut.”
There was just the right amount of feigned disgust in his voice to turn me on still further. If I could remember how to speak, I’d be pleading for his kiss, his touch, his anything…
He got to his feet and paced around to my other side. “I’m betting you won’t even last a five minute scene before you’re begging for me to fuck you. Maybe I should just skip the formalities and get right to it, here in the middle of the dungeon.”
My exhibitionism fetish wasn’t usually this extreme, but another surge of heat rushed through me at his words, and I was almost sobbing with frustration now. “Please… Sir…”
“You’re begging me to take you in full view of everyone here?” Josh adopted a mildly shocked tone, and I thanked god the spectators’ area was far enough away that they wouldn’t be able to hear him over the music. “Sorry, little tease. Not really my style. While you’re mine, only I get to watch you come…”
I scrambled for the last shred of my defiance, the only part that hadn’t been frayed by time and imagination, his voice and his gaze. But there was nothing left. I was tired of resisting. I wanted him, and to be his. Completely his.
“Give me your orders, Sir.”
And yeah – Lena’s appearance is based on Pauley Perrette – I should state for the record that Pauley has no knowledge of or involvement in this, though!