Tuesday, July 5, 2016
Theme Room Fun Time!! #FrenchKiss #Maddie Taylor
I have Maddie Taylor visiting again with a HOT snippet from her latest book, French Kiss!
Thanks so much for having me on as a guest today, Meredith, and for letting me pimp French Kiss, my newest in my Decadence Nights series. A spin off to my bestselling Club Decadence series, it’s packed with the same kind of intrigue, suspense, romance, hot doms, sassy subs and BDSM club action you’d expect from the original, so I know your readers are going to love it.
In this scene, Mari agrees to go upstairs to a theme room for the first time, having only played in the main club room since joining almost a year ago. Usually she chooses easy doms who she can trust not to test her limits, which are many. She quickly finds Master Arturo is none of those things and is in fact dangerous, to her peace of mind and especially her carefully guarded heart.
He lowered one hand to her mound, keeping up the slow, teasing nipple play with the other. His fingers combed slowly through the neatly trimmed triangle of dark red hair she’d left in front before sliding in between her parted thighs, gliding over the smooth lips that she’d shaved bare in preparation for tonight.
“Mmm, I like this combination, smooth as silk in between yet a little thatch of auburn up top to play with.” He leaned in, grazing his lips along her jaw until he reached her ear. “Let’s me know I’m with a woman.” Two fingers dipped into her slit, running over her achy clit and further back, seeking her drenched opening.
“Mon dieu, Mari, you’re hot, snug, and very, very wet.” He emphasized each descriptive word with a slow, sensuous glide in and out. It was unnecessary for him to describe her pussy’s drenched state, as her slickness was audible with each unhurried penetration.
Holding onto her composure this long hadn’t been easy. Now, it was next to impossible, especially when he sank his fingers in all the way up to the third knuckle, his thumb sweeping out to press against her clit as he did so. She swayed on legs that suddenly had the consistency of rubber, and as she thrust her hips forward seeking more, she lost her balance and had to use his wide chest for support.
He withdrew much too soon for her, eliciting a disappointed whimper. Strong hands gripped her waist and stood her upright. Next, his mouth lowered and claimed hers in another smoldering kiss.
“On the bed. I want you on your knees, hands behind your back, while I finish preparing. In fact, close your eyes as you wait, and visualize all of the wicked things I’m about to do to you.”
Silence followed, and as if by his command, her imagination ran wild. At a sharp pang on her lower lip, she blinked. He’d bitten her, no more than a little nip, his tongue quickly soothing the sting away, nonetheless, it had startled her out of her sinful thoughts. Meeting his gaze that was still very near, she frowned in confusion.
“Marilee, how do you answer your dom when he gives you a directive?”
“Oh.” She’d forgotten again, which wasn’t like her, as well trained as she’d been. It had to be Arturo; he drove protocol clear out of her head.
“Yes, oh. You have been quite remiss since you walked in the room. Something we have to address toute de suite, non?”
In a quarter turn, he positioned her, bending her forward with a firm hand at the back of her neck, then his broad palm connected rapidly with her bare backside. Fast, staccato smacks, alternating first left then right, fell with commanding efficiency.
Swiftly, she provided the requisite reply. “Yes, sir. I’m dreadfully sorry.”
At least a dozen more scorching swats landed before he stopped and pulled her upright to face him once again.
“You’re out of practice.” One hand curved around her heated behind as the fingers of the other returned to her breast. He gave her cheek a hard squeeze, which coincided with a delicious pinch and roll of her nipple. “My lash will help it all come back to you, should you err again.”
The twin sensations, along with the thought of his lash or perhaps even his leather belt crisply striking her skin, excited her more than she wanted to show, but she failed in suppressing her groan, so her “Yes, sir” this time was nearly incoherent.
“Tsk tsk,” he chided with a grin. “Threats of a strapping make you moan in anticipation. It appears I’ll have to come up with a less appealing and more creative brand of punishment, won’t I?”
“Your lash will be sufficiently dire, I’m sure, sir.”
“Doubtful.” He chuckled. “Up on the bed with you now.”
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French Kiss Blurb:
At thirty-eight, Marilee Hoffman finds herself a widow with an empty nest and an empty heart. She is lost, floating aimlessly through life as her family and friends, even the boutique that bears her name, move on without her. After losing her husband and master of eighteen years, Mari has vowed never to open her heart to the pain of that kind of loss again. But she is still young and has needs that only a dominant can fulfill. She searches for what she craves at a distant BDSM club, but as her limits are tested, she refuses to submit fully and leaves unsatisfied time and again, suppressing the submissive and the inner masochist that she truly is.
MI6 Agent, Arturo Durand, is assigned to stop the leak of weapons technology that is being turned on his fellow agents with lethal force. His mission leads him to south Texas, where he calls upon Tony Rossi, an old friend and colleague, and his security team for assistance. The sadist in him is pleasantly surprised to receive a guest membership at Club Decadence, the BDSM club that Tony and his partners run. Arturo finds it is the perfect place to unwind and fulfill his needs while the investigation drags on.
One night, when Mari's easy, non-threatening dom is called away, she is paired with Master Arturo for a scene. Having seen him wield his whip masterfully, she knows on sight, he is dangerous to her vow to keep her heart uninvolved. There is an instant spark and as the weeks go on, Arturo breaks through the barriers Mari has erected around her wounded heart. When new leads in the investigation implicate a terrorist group and Mari's dead husband, Arturo is also shocked to find that his new submissive has become his prime suspect. Can he fulfill his commitment to the crown while protecting Mari and proving her innocence? And when his identity is revealed and she is hurt, thinking he has played her from the beginning, can he convince her that she was more than just a mission and somehow keep her as his own?
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