New Release!
Power
and Persuasion:
A
Gilded Age BDSM Romance
By Lisabet Sarai
KINKY LITERATURE - AMAZON US - AMAZON UK
SMASHWORDS - BN - KOBO - ADD ON GOODREADS
Blurb:
All the wealth in the world can't buy
willing surrender
She’s his natural enemy – and the only
woman who can satisfy his perverse sexual needs.
Andrew MacIntyre, heir to a vast empire of
railroads, mines and mills, is by far the most eligible bachelor among the
society folk summering in Newport, Rhode Island. His mother has filled their
opulent mansion with the daughters of bankers and industrialists, but Andrew
knows none of these callow young women would ever consent to being bound and
beaten, to serving and obeying him the way he craves. His money gives him the
freedom to purchase anything except his heart's desire: a submissive partner to
share his life.
Labor activist Olivia Alcott is dedicated
to helping the exploited factory workers responsible for Andrew’s wealth. The
strike she organizes triggers a confrontation between her and the handsome
billionaire. Although their disparate backgrounds and values make them natural
foes, something stronger draws them to one another: his need to command and
hers to surrender.
Note: This book was previously published by Totally Bound under the title
Challenge to Him. It has been revised, expanded by two chapters, and re-edited
for this release.
Excerpt:
As he pistoned in and out of her mouth, he
tugged at her chestnut locks, positioning her like some inanimate doll in order
to increase his pleasure. The pins loosened and her hair tumbled down her back,
tangling in the ropes that secured her arms. A few strands caught in her mouth,
where they were soon soaked with saliva and his copious pre-cum.
He continued, relentless, until her lips
grew sore and her jaw ached, but she never considered asking him to stop. His
thrusts became ragged. Tiny contractions rippled along his cock as he
approached his peak. Her own arousal increased in synchrony, though she had no
stimulation other than the taste and the smell of him, the slide of his
hardness over her tongue.
She knew he was close, yet his final explosion
surprised her. He swelled for an instant against her tongue, impossibly hard,
and bitter fluid flooded her mouth. She gulped it down, to show him how eager a
slut she could be, but he pulled his cock from her lips, spattering her cheeks
and tangled hair with fresh dollops of spunk. The bright shame of it brought
her still closer to the edge.
He released his grip on her hair. She
leaned forward, off balance, to press her lips against his softening organ. She
hoped he could read the reverence in her gesture, that he would see how
grateful she was for his use of her, how very glad she was to be herself at
last.
Andrew gave a satisfied chuckle. “Well
done, Olivia. I believe you have a natural aptitude for this sort of game.”
Crouching in front of her, he kissed her bruised lips. He tasted like milk tea
and tobacco, simultaneously sweet and harsh. She’d never get enough of his
flavor. His tongue wormed its way into her mouth, agile and demanding. Can
he taste his own jism? she wondered as she opened herself to his
explorations. The filthy notion ramped her excitement higher still.
Down on one knee now, still plundering her
mouth, he clutched her to his chest. He fingered the ropes behind her back, the
bonds that marked her as his slave. His closeness dizzied her. Could I
climax from just his kiss?
Between her splayed thighs, her clitoris
beat like a second heart. Fast as thought, he sank his hand into her drenched
cleft, thumbing the bead at her centre, curling his fingers to stroke her inner
walls, still kissing her all the while. Come for me, Olivia. She could
have sworn she heard his voice, though his lips were locked on hers.
It didn’t matter. His fingers commanded
her, and she obeyed. Pleasure welled and broke like the waves on the rocks
below the Cliff Walk. She shook in his arms, helpless to resist, as he coaxed
another climax from her heated flesh.
And still he kissed her, hard, insistent,
drinking the nectar of her surrender as though he’d never get his fill.
About Lisabet
Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – over one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.
You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads, Pinterest, BookBub, BingeBooks and Twitter.
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