Wednesday, July 22, 2015

"Procrastination Will Only Earn You More" on WIP It Up Wednesday.


Two new releases in July, following the A-Z blog hop in June for a total of 40 posts in 60 days… what was I thinking?  Do I love it?  Yes.  Am I exhausted?  Of course.  Would I do it again?  In a heartbeat.  J 


Today, I bring you the opening scene from my new erotic romance. 



Hooked:  Decadence Nights


Whether you're an old friend who's looking for more of those sexy Doms, sassy subs and can’t get enough of the exciting, sensual, kinky type play that you are used to finding at Club Decadence, or if you’re a new "club-curious" visitor thinking to make Hooked your first venture into the best damn BDSM club in the southwest, either way, you'll find what you're looking for with this new addition to the Club Decadence collection.  


With this first of many exciting Decadence Nights stories, I’m confident you'll be Hooked. 


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 “Hands on your desk and assume the position.”

The order and his expectations were clear. She gasped in alarm. “Sir! What did I do?”

“I believe, if you give it due consideration, it will come to you.” Calm, cool and collected, her employer rarely got riled, but when he felt her performance was subpar, he didn’t hesitate to take immediate and decisive action. “This is the third such infraction this week.”

He crossed his arms and gazed down at her soberly from his lofty height, a glint of something she couldn’t quite name—maybe eagerness, or arousal, please, let it be arousal—gleamed in his beautiful eyes.

“Bend over your desk, now, Olivia. Procrastination will only earn you more.”

Warmth and wetness flooded between her thighs, dampening her panties. Punishment at Joseph’s hand was the best fringe benefit of her job. She’d eagerly give them all up: vacation time, her expense account, health, vision and dental, for this perk alone. As a submissive, she craved his dominance above all and yearned to be under his control.

She also wanted to please him and readily accepted the consequences when she did not.

Rolling her chair out of the way, Livvy bent over her desktop, pressing her upper body from belly to cheek against the flat surface.

“Skirt up, panties down, little one. You’ve worked for me long enough to know my requirements.”

“Yes, sir.” Reaching back with both hands, she tugged her skirt up her thighs, the snugness increasing as she gathered the material with trembling hands. The path became more difficult as it traversed her curves and began to bunch up over her rounded behind. Once she had it high around her waist, she paused. She’d worn stockings and a garter belt. Did he want those down too?

She opened her mouth to ask when he beat her to the punch.

“Stockings and garters stay, they look lovely against your creamy skin, but the panties must go. Pull them down to mid-thigh and keep them there.”

As she tugged down her French cut lace panties, the gusset got caught between her thighs. She had to wiggle, parting her legs a bit more to release them. As she shifted, she could feel the cool air brush against her wet pussy lips and wondered if he noticed how aroused she was. Could he see the evidence of her desire on the soaked crotch or smell her lustful scent?

“Good girl,” he murmured, stepping closer. She suppressed a groan at his praise, her control tested again when his warm hand ran over her bottom cheeks. Successful in one endeavor, she failed at the other as a shudder swept through her needy body.

Softly, he continued his instructions. “You will also be a good girl while you take your punishment, Olivia. No blocking or squirming. No name calling or insulting me out of hand, or any of my ancestors. You will hold your position for the count of one hundred.”

“One hundred!” she cried in dismay.

“I pay you well for precision and won’t tolerate sloppiness or mistakes.” His large hand stroked her trembling skin, gliding over her taut globes and down to her thighs, his fingertips wandering dangerously close to her cleft and the seam of her pussy lips. “We’ll begin with a hand spanking.”

The word "begin" made her quake with trepidation as she imagined what else he had planned. A paddle? His belt? Or, one of the rattan canes he kept in an umbrella stand in the corner of his office.

As she pondered the course of her punishment, out of the corner of her eye, she saw him draw back his broad hand to shoulder height and sucked in a breath in anticipation of the first solid spank. A thrill of excitement rushed through her, channeling more liquid heat to her pussy. She wiggled as his hand came crashing down…

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The Blurb:

Two years from forty, legal secretary Olivia Wright’s clock is ticking and she’s afraid she’s running out of time to find Master Right. Several times she thought she’d found the Dom of her dreams, but instead of the prince she sought, he’d turned out to be a slimy toad. The last one had dumped her unexpectedly and nearly broken her. Now, after a long dry spell, she’s ready to try again. She’d really like it to be with the man who’d caught her eye three years ago, but that man is her boss and despite her best efforts, and tightest skirts, he hasn’t spared her an extra glance.  Resigning herself to unrequited love, she attempts to move on, procuring an invitation to an exclusive BDSM club, hoping Club Decadence will be the answer.

Joseph Hooks isn’t your typical Dom, NBA tall, with no police or military background to speak of, he wears of all things tweed suits and on an occasion the dreaded bow tie. But behind his somewhat nerdy appearance is a handsome, green eyed, strict but sensual dominant who’s also hell on wheels in a court of law. He’s wealthy, powerful, successful, and enjoys popularity among the subs at his private club, at least those who don’t flee from the swishing sound of polished rattan, but he’s exhausted his search for his perfect submissive and concerned about coming up short. After a frustrating day of watching his gorgeous secretary’s delectable bottom in an incredibly tight skirt, he heads to San Antonio to blow off steam and maybe make a connection.

He thinks she’s terminally vanilla and straight-laced. She thinks he’s not into her, or with the way he ignores her curves and tight skirts, possibly gay.  Hopelessly oblivious to what has been staring them in the face for three long years, Joseph and Olivia continue their aimless search for love. Then, one night, as a storm brews outside another rages inside as their paths converge.  Will Olivia finally get the Master Prince she deserves, or will her past prevent her from realizing her dream?  Will her presence at the club be the sign that Joseph needs to wake up and at long last claim the woman he’s yearned for all along?

Decadence Nights is a new spin off series of novellas by Maddie Taylor, featuring brand new characters as well as a host of secondary characters that you met and fell in love with in the Club Decadence series. These are their stories and their happily ever afters. We begin with Joseph and Olivia to get you Hooked.