Wednesday, February 18, 2015

The Doctor Will See You Now on WIP It Up Wednesday

Happy Wednesday, WIPsters.  Are you sick of old man winter and his ice, snow and subzero temperatures?  I sure am.  So I WIPped up something HOT.

From my new release; Sweet Surrender...

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Here's the set up for the scene:

Jessie is stressed and her job is a pain in the neck, quite literally.  Dr. Marc offers to use some of the equipment at his rehab clinic to ease her tight cramped muscles.

What starts out as a soothing massage soon has her neck pain forgotten, but other tight achy places might need his expert attention.

Here’s my excerpt from Sweet Surrender:

Lifting her head, she gaped in amazement as he placed a square electrode pad on her breasts, near the outer edged of each nipple. “Um, dare I mention, doctor, that if you’re doing an EKG, those pads are way off course?”

As he picked up two more pads, he smiled. “This is a bit different than an EKG. Spread your legs.”

“Uh…” Anatomy may not have been her best subject, yet she knew no parts in her neck were connected to what his gaze was aimed at. Something was definitely up. “What do my—uh,” she paused, “um, girlie parts have to do with my neck problem, doc?”

“It’s all part of my multi-focused treatment plan, baby. Now be a good patient and do what you’re told. Open your legs and say ah…”

She hesitated, not finding his humor the least bit funny. Her mind reeled as she tried to grasp exactly where he was going to put those other two electrode pads, and she wasn’t sure she liked it one bit.

His head twisted. As his determined brown eyes met hers, Jessie inched her thighs apart.

“Good girl, but I need you wider apart. I need full access for this.”

Swallowing, with carnal images playing like a slideshow in her head, she moved another inch, which brought the outside of her thighs near the sides of the narrow table.

“Wider, cara.”

“I can’t. There’s not enough room. I’ll fall off.”

He frowned, seeing her predicament. “Too bad these tables aren’t equipped with stirrups.”

She swallowed hard.

He laid the pads, sticky side up, on her belly. “Be still a minute while I improvise.”

“Marc,” she began, coming up on her elbows as he walked toward the storage cabinets.

“I said be still, Jess.” This was said over his shoulder as he searched through the array of drawers and cupboards. “Ah, this should do.”

When he turned, he held a pair of scissors and a roll of Thera-band, the latex resistance bands they used in rehab for strengthening. He cut a long length and moved to the head of the table. She twisted, trying to see what he was doing.

“Lie back and relax.”

“What are you planning to do with that?”

He pressed down on her shoulders until she lay flat on the table. His perfect face appeared over her, upside down. “Are you going to cooperate or am I going to have to restrain you like we do unruly patients?”

The word ‘restrain’ froze her body and her tongue simultaneously. Her brain on the other hand went wild with naughty images of herself in bondage. She blinked up at him and he smiled. “I’m glad the idea isn’t a problem for you, sweet Jessie.”

The next thing she knew, he’d wrapped a length of latex around her thigh and formed a sling. He shortened the length, which pulled her knee practically to her chest, tying both ends over her head to the top of the table. She felt exposed as cool air wafted across her damp pussy lips, even more so when he repeated the process with the other leg. When he finished, both of her hips were flexed, her knees were upraised, and her thighs spread wide, baring every inch of her pussy from stem to stern. It was like being on the gynecologist’s table, only more extreme and definitely more intimate as she lay naked—without even a thin paper gown or a drape—fully on display for his viewing pleasure. And he did—view, that is—and with great pleasure if the grin on his face could be believed. Moving to the foot of the table, he came to stand between her upraised legs, stroking her inner thighs with the backs of his hands.


Exposed, displayed, vulnerable, helpless, unprotected, all of these words and more came to mind; comfortable wasn’t one of them.

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The Blurb:

Abandoned by her father at a young age, Jessie Swanson swore she’d never again depend on any man, let alone someone with Dr. Marc Trent’s reputation as a player. Upon being assigned to work a shift as Marc’s nurse, she vows to keep things entirely professional, but when the darkly handsome surgeon asks Jessie to dinner her promises prove no match for his golden-brown eyes.

One date turns into another, and then another, and the better Jessie gets to know Marc, the more his take-charge personality appeals to her. She soon finds herself craving his dominance in the bedroom as well, and when he takes her over his knee, bares her bottom, and spanks her long and hard, she is left blushing and begging for more. But after Jessie learns that Marc’s mother and sisters are unhappy about their match, she retreats into her work, sure that a girl who used to call a trailer park home can’t possibly have a future with someone like him.

When Marc puts his foot down about Jessie’s excessive overtime hours and her failure to take care of herself properly, things come to a head. Jessie decides to move on rather than risk losing her independence to a man she fears will one day cast her aside, but Marc doesn’t give up easily. Will the wounds of Jessie’s past keep them apart forever, or can Marc prove to her that he is not only a man she can depend on, but one worthy of her surrender?

Publisher’s Note: Sweet Surrender is a stand-alone sequel to Sweet Salvation. It is a full-length erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, medical play, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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