#TeaserTuesday: Feeling Some Type of Way

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“So,” he played with my fingertips with his, “did you want to go back inside and try again?”

I hoped this time around was more pleasurable than last night but I also didn’t want to go through that ever again. “I’m nervous,” I admitted, “last night was quite painful.”

He nodded. “I know but the more you do it, the easier it’ll become,” he smiled at me, “we need you to become more comfortable with your body and everything it can do. I’m sure you know it pretty well already with practice.”

“Practice?” My eyes narrowed at him. I hope he doesn’t mean if I…? “Playing with myself?”

Ian simply blinked at me as if I asked a question with an obvious answer. “Yes.” He read my face to look for confirmation but all he received was confusion. “You’ve never masturbated?”

“No, never.” I admitted. I don’t know why the thought makes me ashamed. I’m sure there are a lot of women who’ve never masturbate at all and they have happy sex lives. I’m also pretty sure the same people still use VCRs.

“You should. You’ll get to know your body very well.” Ian replied. “You’ll find out what you like and don’t.”

The thought of fingering myself didn’t sound appeasing to me. Nor did sticking some foreign apparatus in me. “Okay.”

I felt Ian’s glare as I became lost into my thoughts. He wasn’t convinced I wouldn’t do the homework he’d assigned. The look on his face was hard to read. He was either frustrated or…determined.

“Come inside.” He got up and went back to his bedroom, only to reappear a short time later. I followed him inside and stayed put in the living room. He had some large device in his hand I would later discover was the Hitachi. “Come here and take off your jeans,” he ordered me.

I did just that and walked up to Ian. He hoisted me up on the counter. He reached up and pulled down my panties, tossing them aside. His eyes had a devilish twinkle in them as if he knew he was up to no good and wanted me to come along for the ride. Somehow, I didn’t think I would mind riding shotgun (his).

He kissed me, sweeping his lips across mine before he softly played with my tongue. “Spread your legs,” he commanded and I complied. “Look at me.”

I held his gaze. His blue eyes were intense, his nostrils were slightly flared, and an erotic current flowed between us. I had a feeling he didn’t want me to look anywhere else and I wasn’t about to disobey him. It was so hot.

He turned on the Hitachi and placed it on my sex and I immediately yelped. “Take it,” he softly spoke. “Keep your eyes open and focused on mine.”

I nodded and bit my lip as the pleasure coursed through my body. He dragged the vibrator against my opening and held it there. It was intense. It was wild. It was everything.

He turned the vibrator onto a higher speed and I moaned, calling out his name as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I obeyed him; I didn’t remove my eyes from his. I felt every emotion and energy exchange between us like never before. He took me to a higher plane, to something unknown and erotic.

My sex fluttered on the first taste of climax. “Ian…” My voice came out light and wispy. “I’m about to come.”

“I know,” his authoritative voice drove me wild with lust, “I want to see how many times you’re going to.” He increased the speed again and I shrieked with a muffled cry as the orgasm washed over my body. “Good. That’s one.”

His lips crushed mine as he closed the distance between us. My sex thumped against the Hitachi and I squirmed on his counter. His lips trailed down to my neck and gently sucked on it while my arms wrapped around his neck. “Ian…Ian…” My legs uncontrollably shook and it felt like I had no control of anything anymore.

It was part of Ian’s game. He wanted to be in absolute control, a silent power exchange that only needed to be understood and not spoken aloud. I couldn’t get enough of it.

“Seeing you come is so beautiful,” Ian moaned against my ear, “you don’t know what it does to me to see you in such pleasure created by me.”

Coherent sentences simply couldn’t come out of me. I felt the heat rise in my belly. I trembled, heavily breathed, and squirmed on the counter. I was actually trying not to come again but my body betrayed me.

The orgasm ripped through my body like a current and this time I screamed out Ian’s name. Sweat formed on my body and my legs finally stopped buckling. It was so good and we were finally done.

That’s what I thought until I felt Ian turned the vibrator onto the highest setting. Apparently, we weren’t done. Not by a long shot.

“I don’t think I can come anymore,” I breathed against him.

“Yes, you can and you will.” He growled against my ear. “I want to see you fall apart against me.”

Moans and grunts came out of my mouth in all forms of pitches and registers. I couldn’t even recognize the raspy, breathy, and desperate moans came out of me. Who was this person? Where did she come from?

Ian’s free hand squeezed my breasts, tweaking the nipples while the other hand steadily remained on the Hitachi. My sex moved in tandem of the vibrator, wanting more of it.

“I thought you said you didn’t like toys?” Ian teased me. Damn him.

“I…I…” The words could barely come out of my mouth. “I like…th-th-this one…”

I felt powerless as I repeatedly begged him, crying out his name. I never knew such pleasure from a simple toy, yet it was beyond my wildest dreams. It was a conundrum of sorts – I wanted the torture to end but I never wanted it stop at all.

On Ian’s kitchen counter, with his windows open, his neighbors heard me climax for the third time that morning.

I wrapped my arms around his neck so hard, I put him in a headlock. I shrieked and cried as the third orgasm crashed into my body like a giant wave. I was dizzy, breathless, and completely incoherent and bumbling. I’m sure I also drooled over Ian’s expensive shirt.

He picked me up and carried me back to bed and laid down next to me. He snuggled next to me as my head rested on his chest. I felt the soft thump of his heartbeat while his fingers threaded through my curls as sleep found me.

Ian was my everything. And I was his.

#FlashbackFriday: S&M IV

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“Mari?” She heard His Southern drawl. “Come here, please.”

She logged out of her accounts and shut the computer down. She tried to wipe the smirk off her face as the butterflies danced in her stomach. She wondered what He was going to do to her. Was He going to take her on His desk? His sofa? Was He going to restrain her? Her mind went back and forth on what He wanted to do and what was actually going to occur.

Whatever she was feeling inside, she contained it outside. She made careful strides in her high heels and eyes downcast as she’d been instructed. Only look up at Master when He instructed.

When she arrived at His office, she made a beeline to Him and kneeled before Sir. Her eyes remained downcast and she used the time to calm her mind and clear her thoughts. Her only focus was on Him and only Him. She didn’t need to be worrying about school, dinner, or other nonsensical things at the moment. If she did, Sir would immediately notice and that would be the end of the scene. She slowly breathed fresh air through her lungs and out of her nostrils. Within seconds, she felt immediately better.

She felt a strong hand pat her head and a smile grew on her face. He was pleased she was there and that made her heart sing. It didn’t matter if He didn’t speak to her for the rest of the night or they didn’t participate in a scene at all. The fact she was available for Him, and He wanted her there, pleased her to no end.

Some women couldn’t understand why any sane woman would want to be a submissive and serve her Master. They were in love with the kinky sex idea but not the service and submission. They wouldn’t understand why she wanted Him to make all of her life decisions. They refuse to comprehend why she needed Him to show her guidance. They flat-out refused to entertain the thought she took care of any household needs while He handled all business affairs for them both. Mariana didn’t have time to explain to anyone who didn’t want to know the Lifestyle or simply couldn’t understand it. All she knew, all she wanted, was Master. No one would do – ever.

“Stand up,” He quietly spoke.

Mariana stood up but kept her eyes downcast. Master didn’t tell specifically to look at Him and she didn’t want to disobey Him.

“Undress,” He ordered.

She didn’t question if He wanted her down to her undergarments or completely naked; she knew exactly what it was. It was protocol she had to follow and she took explicit care to make sure she did it in the right order. First, she slid off her shoes and carefully placed them in a nearby corner. She removed her slacks and neatly folded them before putting them in a chair. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and that was when she made eye contact with Master for the first time.

She saw the fire burning in His eyes and a slow nod of His head as a tongue darted His lips. He enjoyed the show without vocalizing it. Once her shirt was unbuttoned, she slowly removed the material and folded it nice and neat, setting it on top of the slacks. Her bra and panties came off next and they too were also neatly folded.

She walked back to the corner where she kept the shoes. It was an intentionally short distance. Master wanted to see her ass jiggle as she walked and she willingly obliged His request. They both knew she belonged to Him and she wanted to show off just for Him. She bent over to slide on the shoes and walked slowly back to Him, dragging her hips with each step.

She finally stopped in of Him. Her arms were to her side and she stood straight up, perfect posture. She simply awaited His next instruction.

It felt like minutes before Master acted, but it was really just a few seconds. He wanted to admire the beauty of her nakedness. The way her breasts looked like perfect tear drops. Her toned stomach. Her caramel skin that glistened under the moonlight. Her long legs that wrapped so nicely around His waist.

She was a goddess and only belonged to Him.


 

I purposely chose this scene because they were going to be the third couple in Cuffing Season.

S&M will return at a date TBA.

#SexySunday: Feeling Some Type of Way

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“Tell me something I don’t know about you.”

It was how Ian started the conversation once we’d arrived at the charity gala. The blinding light from numerous photographers flashed in our direction as we walked up the long stairs to the Gallery.

There was a lot Ian didn’t know about me. On our way to the gala, we learned of each other birthdays (his is on October 10th while I’m on June 8th. Yes, I already did the mental horoscope readings of a Libra and Gemini pairing), each other’s favorite food (he loves an Italian dish he can only get in Italy, go figure. I’m good with the nearest Papa John’s), and annoyances (in his words, ‘I hate stupid women.’ I think that’s something we both agreed on).

But now the fun and games were over. He wanted to know something more in-depth about me. The fact I often tossed and turned at night and never slept in one spot. The fact I’m a Maury diehard even going as far as predicting which storylines were faker than Kim Kardashian’s butt.

I’m sure none of that interested Ian.

I didn’t want to play all intelligent and S-M-R-T because that’s not why he brought me here. I decided to surprise him with something I know would either scare him off or welcome him into the family.

“My brother is now my sister,” I smiled for the camera as Ian wrapped a hand around my waist.

He turned to me with a smile on his face. I don’t know if it was genuine or if he did it for the ‘Gram. “Really?”

“Yes, really. Her name is Adrienne.” I made sure all of my teeth showed. “Do I have any lipstick on my teeth?”

“No, you’re perfect,” he casually replied. He has a tendency of making life-changing compliments like that as if they’re nothing.

“That doesn’t bother you?” I asked as we held hands and walked inside. “A lot of people don’t like that.”

“I’m strangely curious, yes. I don’t know any transgendered people,” he admitted, “but I would love to meet your…” He paused. “…sister.”

Baby steps. At least he wasn’t disgusted by Adrienne and seemed open to meeting her. “She used to be a sex worker but she’s not anymore. She sells art online.”

Ian picked up two glasses of champagne and handed one to me. “Is she good?”

“I think she is but that’s just my opinion. I’m sure everyone would say the same about their sibling.” I shrugged.

“Not necessarily. I kick Gerald’s ass in basketball while he wipes the floor with me in chess.” He replied. He clinked glasses with me. “To a beautiful future.”

I felt the small zaps of hope popping up all over my body as my heart belted into a chorus of Rihanna’s “Only Girl In the World.” My pounding heartbeat was making me deaf. “To a beautiful future,” I calmly replied as I sipped the champagne. Wow. This shit is horrible. I’m not sure if I even want to speak to the server who gave me this. This shit tastes like fallen dreams and sorrow.

Even Ian noticed the taste. He stared down at his glass as if he wanted the taste to somehow appear. All of this fancy-schmancy glitz and they can’t get the champagne, right? “I want to meet your sister and see her artwork.” He finally turned to me. “I want to get to know you more, Domi. I feel like I don’t really know you.”

“I could say the same about you.” It’s true. I have an idea who Ian is but I really have no clue.

He stepped closer to me and caressed my cheek. “Trust me when I say you already know a whole lot about me than most people, if not all.” He heard his name called and nodded the other person over. “Let’s go mingle with some stuffy fools tonight.”

That man is full of surprises. Just when I think I know Ian and what he’s all about, he hits me with another one of his notorious pop quizzes. I better get an A in this class.


 

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#TeaserTuesday: Feeling Some Type of Way

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Snippet:

Ian glanced down at his super-expensive watch as the clock slowly ticked to ten o’clock. I could tell it was because it looked like a clock straight outta Disney. Instead, this wasn’t Cinderella and I don’t have any glass slippers.

Though, Ian might be my Prince Charming. What? No, he isn’t. A man who has admitted to dating (or just sexing; I tend to believe it’s the latter and not the former) two women in the month I’ve personally known him. Who knows how many are truly out there?

“I should get going. I’m sure you have a lot of things planned for tomorrow.”

Yeah, I planned waking up to online shop. No way I’m hitting those crazy crowds on Black Friday. “Not really. Just movies and hot chocolate.”

“How do you make hot chocolate?” He asked. “With water or milk?”

“Just water. You can make it with milk?”

“It’s the only way to make hot cocoa. With marshmallows and whipped cream.” He flashed that beautiful smile again.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” A small sensual air passed through us. Or maybe it was just me remembering to breathe when I’m around him. “You can stay if you don’t have any plans.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Are you asking me to spend the night with you?”

Shit. I did just ask that, didn’t I? Crap. That sounds bad. “Well, I don’t mean it like that! I mean, if you want to stay longer and watch movies or a TV show with me, we can do that.” As well. We can do that as well. You know, in addition to the other things we could do.

Ian slightly chuckled. Either at my stupidity or well, just my stupidity. “Are your roommates coming home soon? I don’t want to be burned or shanked.”

I smiled at the inside joke. Look at us, we have our own inside joke now. Geez, I’m a bigger noob than I thought. “No, Helen and Michelle are gone for the weekend. Helen lives up in the Bay and Michelle is about an hour or so in Riverside so it’s just me.” It’s just us.

“Sure,” he pulled out his Bentley key and wallet. “I would love to stay longer and watch movies with you.”

According to Merriam-Webster, the definition of thirsty is needing water. According to street slang, however, thirsty means too eager to get some play or being rather desperate.

Is it possible I’m a little bit of both right now?


 

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Feeling Some Type of Way PRE-ORDER!

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The day is finally here! So happy!

Blurb:

Every girl has that one thing she will not do. No matter how hard times get. No matter how little money she has. No matter what…there is that one thing she will refuse to do.

Ian Ferguson was that for me.

Working for one of the world’s most eligible billionaires taught me many things: I can tell the difference between BCBG and Balenciaga. I know how much mileage I can put into my Jimmy Choos before I have to get another pair. I know when Ian was in a good mood and when I should get the hell out of dodge.

Working for Ian also taught me…I can’t separate my personal feelings from our professional relationship.

Lady luck and a killer bod was on my side, though. Amateur night at the local strip club taught Ian I was no longer the desperate college student he met a few years ago, but a grown-ass woman with grown-ass needs. And honestly, I think he already knew that but never acted on it.

I just hope this experiment is worth the effort from both of us. He’s got me feeling some type of way…


 

Excerpt:

“I had a good time,” I answered his next question before he asked it, “it was a nice affair.”

Ian shot a look at me. “You don’t have lie to impress me, Domi. I know it was boring as all shit. You saw how wasted Emma got on that watery-ass Sprite they called champagne.”

I chuckled. He was right. The gala was god-awful and boring. At least Emma was entertaining. “It was an experience,” I rephrased.

“Yeah, a bad one.” He chuckled. “I’m glad you came with me. Someone else would’ve raved on and on about everything but you’re real.”

Yeah, I’m real. Real fake.

I thought about how much I wanted to reveal to Ian. That I already started scribbling Dominique Ferguson? That I began studying a little bit of art in my downtime to keep up? That I hoped Ian showing up for Thanksgiving was going to be a regular occurrence?

I felt Ian move closer to me like he always did and was prepared for him to back away as usual. Except he didn’t. His soft lips brushed against mine before he finally devoured them. His tongue swept the inside of my mouth, tasting and exploring me.

It wasn’t just a kiss. It was me yielding control to Ian to do whatever he wanted my life. It was Ian telling me he was firmly in command.

I’d been kissed many times before by forgettable men. The sloppy, drunken, tonsil-hockey that no one dared to speak of. I even channeled my inner Katy Perry once during a frat party. But this kiss from Ian, though, devoured my body, and took over my mind.

The warmth of his lips powered by the control of his tongue as I invited him again and again to explore me, explore us.

His lips trailed down to my neck and he discovered a hot spot I didn’t know I had. A breathy moan of his name escaped my lips as I clutched onto his body. Yes, I needed this. I needed this release. I needed this pleasure.

I writhed and squirmed with anticipation as hot flashes of desire panged my body. I softly shook underneath him as he held me close as his lips explored my neck, touching off my senses, and making me lose control.

No words came out, just soft moans, and mewls from me. My body and voice produced sounds I didn’t know I was capable of and it was all a foreign language of inexplicable sounds and emotions. I was blubbering, blabbering, completely incoherent and lost in a world of orgasmic bliss.

I felt the dampness of my panties, the throbbing inside of them, and didn’t know how one kiss by Ian could create such pleasure, tingling me down to my core and having me all sorts of shook.

His lips were gently possessive, yet not too demanding. He was addictive and I already yearned for more. I wanted to feel him on top of me, inside me, behind me, and all over me. I wanted to feel his lips between the inside of my thighs as he kissed everywhere. I wanted to feel the smooth roughness of his tongue as he pleasured me to no end as I begged and moaned beneath him.

I wanted this. I was also afraid of this.


 

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#SnippetSunday: Feeling Some Type of Way

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Blurb:

Every girl has that one thing she will not do. No matter how hard times get. No matter how little money she has. No matter what…there is that one thing she will refuse to do.

Ian Ferguson was that for me.

Working for one of the world’s most eligible billionaires taught me many things: I can tell the difference between BCBG and Balenciaga. I know how much mileage I can put into my Jimmy Choos before I have to get another pair. I know when Ian was in a good mood and when I should get the hell out of dodge.

Working for Ian also taught me…I can’t separate my personal feelings from our professional relationship.

Lady luck and a killer bod was on my side, though. Amateur night at the local strip club taught Ian I was no longer the desperate college student he met a few years ago, but a grown-ass woman with grown-ass needs. And honestly, I think he already knew that but never acted on it.

I just hope this experiment is worth the effort from both of us. He’s got me feeling some type of way…


 

Snippet:

“You’re the only woman for me, Domi.”

I slightly smiled. There aren’t many secrets between the Fergusons. “Emma spoke to you?”

“Sydney is just my muse and nothing more.” He hesitated, wondering if he should reveal everything or keep much of it private and vague. It’s not like I need or want to know details. “I’ll be traveling with her this upcoming year to promote her, but that’s it. We have a lot of love for art in common. I respect her and Dean. They’re about to get married very soon.”

“They are?” I was truly happy for them. I was also very thankful it meant Sydney was no longer a threat.

“Next week, to be exact, at their home. I’m catering the affair and I want you to come with me as my guest.” His fingers splayed across my gown. “I also want you to be present with me when Sydney does the performance art piece.”

The idea was to watch Sydney and Dean have sex while A-list director, Bobby Whalen, filmed it. It sounds pornographic – and it is – but was going to be artistic and not vulgar. I’ve never even seen porno and I’m about to watch it perform in front of me.

What a world I’m in.

I suddenly felt a weird tension emitting from Ian. Was he not happy Sydney was about to get married? Did he have sudden regrets about us? Why do I always think the worst? Damn, I even annoy myself. I looked up at him and found him smiling back at me. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

He swept his lips across mine and I felt a heat rise within me. I don’t think I could ever get used to how meticulous and deliberate his lips are. They were soft and wet, so tender and full. The same lips that kissed me all over the other night and pleasured me until I couldn’t take it anymore.

The same lips that declared his love for me.

Ian maintained his composure while I felt I didn’t have a shred of dignity left within me. I softly moaned, threaded my fingers through his hair, and hoped he wouldn’t stop for anything.

Ian pulled down the privacy shade and spoke to the driver. “Can you drive for an additional hour? I’ll pay double.”

“Yes, Mr. Ferguson.” The driver nodded before Ian raised the shade back up.

He turned to me. He had a smoldering look in his eyes and the air changed between us. “We’re fucking.” His voice was a low, seductive murmur.

I swallowed. Twice. He said so matter-of-factly, I honestly wondered if I truly heard what he said. Here? Now? “Say what?”

“Do you need help with your gown?” He asked.

It quickly occurred to me this was going to happen unless I said no. The thought of having sex with someone just a few feet away from us made me super aroused and I felt my sex dampen with want. “It’s quite expensive,” I warned him.

“Is it something you love?” He asked.

“Well, I like it but I don’t love it,” I replied.

“Good,” Ian ripped the gown off my back. He pulled the long sleeves down my arms, exposing my breasts in the slight coolness of the Rolls. He reached up my gown and tried in vain to find where my panties began, assuming he wanted to rip those off, too.

“I’m not wearing any,” I whispered. “It didn’t go with the gown so we just went without.”

His fingers found my sex, and slid a couple over my wet slit. He hissed out a breath when he found how hot and ready I was for him. “Shit…” He breathed as he fell on top of me. We fumbled with getting his pants undone and his hardened shaft jutted out. The tip of him teased my entrance before he pushed in. I gasped and felt my eyes water. He completely filled me and I knew not all of him was inside.

“Do you want more?” He moaned against my neck as he kissed it.

I wasn’t sure if I could take more but I also wanted to try to see how far I could go. “Yes,” I breathed. Ian slid more inside of me and a loud moan escaped my lips. I immediately covered my mouth in case the driver could hear me.

Ian pulled my hand away and crushed his lips on top of mine. “I don’t care if he hears you. I hope he does.”


 

Feeling Some Type of Way will be available on December 13th.

It’ll be available for pre-order starting on December 6th.

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#TeaserTuesday: Zaddy (Cuffing Season) #romance #contemporary

“Truth is, I don’t deserve her. She was with me when I was poor and could barely afford lunch and stayed with me through the affair. It wasn’t easy on either one of us and we discovered a lot about each other; some good and some quite ugly. Even when we divorced, we couldn’t stand to be away from each other. Yeah, it was a break but it was too long, you know?

“And there’s a lot about her I can’t stand. I hate it when we’re trying to find some place to eat and she can’t make up her mind so I’ll choose something for us, only for her to complain she didn’t like what I chose. I hate it when I’m trying to play PS4 and she has to talk to me about some bullshit gossip about some people I don’t know and don’t care about. I hate it when she becomes extremely angry and cursing at me about every damn thing but the next minute, she gives the best blow job ever because she knew she was in the wrong. Okay, so maybe that one isn’t so bad.

“Honestly, I can’t see myself with anyone else. This woman prayed for me, for us, during our worst. Whenever I get criticism, she pulls out her Bible and shares a scripture about ignoring the haters. We lost several babies only to have God give us our blessings. We’re different, but we’re so similar, it’s nuts. And she’s the only one I want to spend the rest of my life with.”


 

I’m still pushing for a Christmas release. If not Christmas, sometime around that timeframe.

More information on the other two couples in a few weeks.

#MidWeekTease: Feeling Some Type of Way

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Blurb:

Every girl has that one thing she will not do. No matter how hard times get. No matter how little money she has. No matter what…there is that one thing she will refuse to do.

Ian Ferguson was that for me.

Working for one of the world’s most eligible billionaires taught me many things: I can tell the difference between BCBG and Balenciaga. I know how much mileage I can put into my Jimmy Choos before I have to get another pair. I know when Ian was in a good mood and when I should get the hell out of dodge.

Working for Ian also taught me…I can’t separate my personal feelings from our professional relationship.

Lady luck and a killer bod was on my side, though. Amateur night at the local strip club taught Ian I was no longer the desperate college student he met a few years ago, but a grown-ass woman with grown-ass needs. And honestly, I think he already knew that but never acted on it.

I just hope this experiment is worth the effort from both of us. He’s got me feeling some type of way…


 

Unedited Snippet:

“I’ve never masturbated,” I admitted. I don’t know why the thought makes me ashamed. I’m sure there are a lot of women who’ve never masturbate at all and they have happy sex lives. I’m also pretty sure the same people still use VCRs.

“You should. You’ll get to know your body very well.” Ian replied. “You’ll find out what you like and don’t.”

The thought of fingering myself didn’t sound appeasing to me. Nor did sticking some foreign apparatus in me. “Okay.”

I felt Ian’s glare as I became lost into my thoughts. He wasn’t convinced I wouldn’t do the homework he’d assigned. The look on his face was hard to read. He was either frustrated or…determined.

He got up and went back to his bedroom, only to reappear a short time later. He had some large device in his hand I would later discover was the Hitachi. “Come here,” he ordered me.

I walked up to Ian and he hoisted me up on the counter. He reached up my dress and pulled down my panties, tossing them aside. His eyes had a devilish twinkle in them as if he knew he was up to no good and wanted me to come along for the ride. Somehow, I didn’t think I would mind riding shotgun (his).

He kissed me, sweeping his lips across mine before he softly played with my tongue. “Spread your legs,” he commanded and I complied. “Look at me.”

I held his gaze. His blue eyes were intense, his nostrils were slightly flared, and an erotic current flowed between us. I had a feeling he didn’t want me to look anywhere else and I wasn’t about to disobey him. It was so hot.

He turned on the Hitachi and placed it on my sex and I immediately yelped. “Take it,” he softly spoke. “Keep your eyes open and focused on mine.”

I nodded and bit my lip as the pleasure coursed through my body. He dragged the vibrator against my opening and held it there. It was intense. It was wild. It was everything.

He turned the vibrator onto a higher speed and I moaned, calling out his name as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I obeyed him; I didn’t remove my eyes from his. I felt every emotion and energy exchange between us like never before. He took me to a higher plain, to something unknown and erotic.

My sex fluttered on the first taste of climax. “Ian…” My voice came out light and wispy. “I’m about to come.”

“I know,” his authoritative voice drove me wild with lust, “I want to see how many times you’re going to.” He increased the speed again and I shrieked with a muffled cry as the orgasm washed over my body. “Good. That’s one.”

His lips crushed mine as he closed the distance between us. My sex thumped against the Hitachi and I squirmed on his counter. His lips trailed down to my neck and gently sucked on it while my arms wrapped around his neck. “Ian…Ian…” My legs uncontrollably shook and it felt like I had no control of anything anymore.

It was part of Ian’s game. He wanted to be in absolute control, a silent power exchange that only needed to be understood and not spoken aloud. I couldn’t get enough of it.

“Seeing you come is so beautiful,” Ian moaned against my ear, “you don’t know what it does to me to see you in such pleasure created by me.”

Coherent sentences simply couldn’t come out of me. I felt the heat rise in my belly. I trembled, heavily breathed, and squirmed on the counter. I was actually trying not to come again but my body betrayed me.

The orgasm ripped through my body like a current and this time I screamed out Ian’s name. Sweat formed on my body and my legs finally stopped buckling. It was so good and we were finally done.

That’s what I thought until I felt Ian turned the vibrator onto the highest setting. Apparently, we weren’t done. Not by a long shot.


 

Feeling Some Type of Way will be available on December 13th. Pre-order information will be posted soon. It’ll be available on All Romance, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Smashwords, and select libraries.

 

Got Me Feeling Some Type of Way

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Thank you so much for the amazing support of Superpower. I never know how a story will do once I release it into the world so I’m always surprised when it does well. The fact the State of Affairs series were both in the Top 10 of AA Erotica is pretty huge. I’ve never had two books in the Top 10 before so that’s a definite first!

On that note, I will have a private/secret/whatever but very much temporary Facebook group to discuss the State of Affairs series as well as The Ex-Factor.

It’ll be a roundtable discussion of sorts so you ask questions whenever you want. However, if you know you won’t be participating (no wallflowers, please), this won’t be the group for you. I hope to have the group started late next week.

If you’re interested, just send me an e-mail at eroticamistress@gmail.com.

The next book in the State of Affairs series will be out come January/February. I have a couple more releases, including that holiday trilogy and that YA book under a different pen name, I’m preparing for.

Speaking of new releases…

I am working on a very light and romantic fluffy type of book. It was going to be a short story but as I outlined the characters, I decided I can give them a full-length standalone novel. Yes, I don’t necessarily like doing those but this particular May-December pairing calls for them:

Ian and Dominique.

It’ll be written from Dominique’s perspective since she’s significantly younger and it’ll start from the time she’d met Ian until present day. You’ll see there was always something going on between the two of them. Ian, in a sense, practically raised Domi so that’s a big part of his hesitation of dating her.

You’ll see their relationship was never just professional, but if you’ve read their storyline in Power Play and Scoring Chance, you kinda got that feeling. Ian always had an interest in Domi but her age was a deterrent. Maybe he could ask Scott Reed and Nick D’Amato for advice.

So, that’s about it. I don’t know when this particular story is coming out but I’m guessing late November/early December. This book will be a sensual romance and not erotic.

Thank you all so much for your support! I cannot thank you enough. This has been a very incredible year so I’m truly, truly humbled by it all. God bless! 

xoxoxo

-V.


Unedited snippet of Feeling Some Type of Way:

It was clear Ian saw me as a child, though tonight proved to him I was anything but. I wonder what else I would have to prove he was dealing with a grown-ass woman. “You’re really stuck on my age, huh?”

“Part of it,” Ian admitted, “I also didn’t want to mix business with anything personal.”

I didn’t know how to take that revelation. Ian made several personal comments to me over the past few years that told me he was interested but never pursued anything because well, he probably didn’t want a sexual harassment lawsuit. He actually said that in a jokingly matter, ‘I don’t want to get sued.’

While I originally took it as a joke, I wonder if he was serious. “You honestly think I wouldn’t be able to separate what we do in the privacy behind closed doors and our working relationship?”

“Yes,” his British accent caressed my ears, “I’m not saying you can’t, but I thought we got along better as friends and nothing more.”

“But now everything is different,” I set my water bottle down, “you saw a side of me that hardly anyone sees. Granted, it’s not every day I do amateur night at the local strip joint, but you’ve seen all of me. You can’t possibly say after tonight you’re willing to go back to our working relationship.”

Ian grabbed my hand and rubbed his thumb over the back of it. His hand is strong and a bit dominant. I wonder how the rest of him would feel. “Domi, I’m 13 years your senior. You should be dating boys your own age. Frolic and do whatever your kids do nowadays, I don’t know.” He flashed that beautiful smile of his. “But you can see why we can’t date.”

Ian was right – he was older than me and I knew that was also a deterrent from him dating me. I also knew that was a crock of shit. “You date girls my age, Ian.”

“No, I fuck girls your age, Domi.” He was clear as glass. “There’s a big difference.”

I can’t knock his honesty. Ian never beat around the bush before and he wasn’t about to start. It’s something about him I love and loathe, though it can be rather endearing at times. “So, you won’t fuck me because you’re afraid I’ll become attached?”

“You’re speaking of two different things now,” he turned to me, “at first, you were mad at me because I wouldn’t date you. Now you’re upset at me because I won’t fuck you. Which is it?”

“Why does it have to be one or the other?” I ask. “Why can’t it be both? Why can’t you take me to a three-star Michelin restaurant and then take me home and fuck me until I can’t talk?”

“Maybe it’s because I don’t want to fuck you,” Ian’s eyes become serious and his British accent touched every nerve in my body, “maybe you’re worthy of being made love to.”

 

Superpower is now LIVE!

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Every Queen needs a King.

Briana Gooding has a lot on her plate and being a full-time social activist leaves little time for romance. When the NFL’s most controversial quarterback approaches her, she suddenly finds time.

NFL standout Caleb Kelly is known for his exciting plays on the field and his messy personal life that leaves many women thirsty to be a part of his harem. When he decided to take a controversial stance against the National Anthem, he found a strong ally in Briana. It’s only a matter of time before the activists are viewed as the country’s most dangerous couple and harassment ensues.

Senator Jay Edwards and his wife, Sanora, are making big plans for Briana and Caleb and have no qualms being their private support. When their detractors threaten those plans, it’s time to use a deadly reminder to show who’s really in charge.

All is fair in sex, love, and power.

Superpower is the second book in the State of Affairs series. It deals with social justice, activism, political aspirations, and if true love conquers all. It is a New Adult erotic romance.


Superpower is available at the following retailers:

All Romance: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-superpower-2155697-178.html

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Superpower-State-Affairs-Book-2-ebook/dp/B01M269L9K

Barnes & Noble: Coming soon!

iTunes: Coming soon!

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/673291


 

As I stated last week on the Facebook page, I am willing to do interviews and possible group chats depending on the success of Superpower. If there is enough interest, I’ll create a closed/secret group to discuss the issues raised in Superpower.

Although I originally said I would not discuss Scott & Mariana, I will discuss The Ex-Factor since these books are related to each other. 

Go get your your copy today! Please leave a review! 

xoxoxo

-V.