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.
*****
“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.
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