Hello, readers, and welcome to this edition of WIP it up Wednesday! Today, I'm sharing with you a juicy excerpt from a new release I have coming in just over two weeks, the sequel to Begin Again.
What is Come Back to Me about?
Meredith and Paolo are reunited after a
devastating accident drove them apart, in the hopes that embracing a
lifestyle of Dominance and Submission will rekindle the passion they
once had. The premise is very simple: Meredith will obey Paolo, and
he will enforce his expectation of her obedience.
But
where do they go from here? Paolo proposes a plan that will raise the
stakes, a weekend of intense training that will push them both to the
edge of their limits as they embrace their new-found roles.
Is
Meredith prepared to be stripped of the protective wall she's built
around herself? Will she willingly trust Paolo to lead her—even if
that means submitting herself to his discipline? Can Paolo be all
that she needs — her leader, protector, and disciplinarian, but
most of all...her lover?
This
is the second book in Meredith and Paolo's "Bound to You"
trilogy, a story of love, trust, and devotion, as one couple
rekindles their love through the passionate, erotic intimacy of
Dominance and Submission.
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And now here's an excerpt. Paolo has just announced his weekend training plans for her, and she's eager to see what this is all about...
Meredith could hardly contain her excitement as he pulled her over
his lap. She saw the edge of the black leather disappear as he lifted
it in his hand, and arousal stirred down low. She took in labored
gasps as she felt his hand on the hem of her nighttie. Gently, he
lifted until he'd bared her to him, and his large, rough hand glided
over her naked skin.
“Ah,
my pink handprint,” he murmured. “This is beautiful. My mark on
you.”
She closed her eyes. It was so relaxing, being over his lap in this
submissive posture. She was so very ready to feel his strength. She
was so ready to be submitted to him once again. And she loved the
thought of him leaving his mark on her.
“One
of the plans I have this weekend is to find your threshold for
pain,” he said. She gasped.
What
the hell would that entail?
It sounded freaking sexy and terrifying all at once.
“We
need to devise a system for you to communicate with me,” he
continued. “When I ask, I want you to give me a number. We'll use a
scale of one to ten, one being mild and ten being as much as you can
stand. That's all you need to know for tonight are the numbers.
Tomorrow, we'll discuss safe words, but tonight there will be no
need.”
Why would there be no need? But no, it wasn't for her to question.
Her job was to obey.
“Yes,
sir,” she said. She felt his large, warm hand trail across her bare
skin. She was sensitive where he'd swatted her, but already the pain
of those quick swats had begun to fade.
She
wanted more. The
feel of his palm stinging her bottom had been shocking –
immediately mortifying, but hot.
His command. His desire to discipline her. His power. Between that
and his fondling her, she already felt about ready to come out of her
skin. And now, spread over his lap, as he layered one delicious
command after another over her, she felt herself growing heady with
excitement. Blood pounded in her ears. He shifted beneath her,
spreading his knees apart.
“I
want you to try out this position,” he said, as he gently pushed
one of her legs over his own, so that she was straddling one knee,
his leg firmly against her torso, her upper body sprawled on the bed.
Oh
my. This
felt different. It wasn't as relaxing as her whole belly over his
lap, but it was hotter, as she felt her own arousal against the heat
of his leg. He shifted one knee as she straddled him, and the shift
put more pressure between her legs as he trailed one hand over her
bottom and lower still, until he was fondling her. She closed her
eyes as her breathing hitched.
“Holy
shit,”she
murmured. His hand cracked down so suddenly and so hard she fairly
leapt off his knee.
“No
swearing this weekend. I don't want to hear a single curse word out
of your mouth. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,
sir,” she said quickly, eager to obey, but growing headier even
still from having been swatted again. He stroked the bare skin he'd
just spanked as warmth spread over her.
“Bonita,
what are you to do when I spank you?” What was it again? She was
having a hard time concentrating. All she could think of was his hand
between her legs, her mind growing hazy, consumed with the desire to
be taken by him in every possible way. What had he asked? She had to
think quickly before she earned another swat.
“Numbers,”
she murmured. “You want me to scale how much it hurts, sir.”
“Very
good,” he said. And without another word of warning, she felt his
hand raise...
