WHIPPED
DELIGHTS
Book one of Dark Desires
by
Suzy Shearer
[Siren Sensations: Erotic Consensual BDSM
Romance, exhibitionism, spanking, flogging, whipping, cropping, paddling, sex
toys, HEA]

When
she meet a handsome stranger, Simon Harrington 45, all her senses come alive.
He seems as attracted to her as she is to him. But how will he react when she
tells him she needs to be tied up and whipped hard during sex?
Will
he say goodbye when she tells him she can't climax without pain, without being
hurt? Will he be like most men she has told and tell her she's a freak or is
there a chance that her dark desires might coincide with his? That he enjoys
inflicting whipped delights?
Your chance to win an ecopy of Whipped Delights at the bottom of the post!
STORY EXCERPT
She
checked everything was in order in her bag, picked it up, then with a quick
glance in the mirror, checked her reflection. Her very long, thick, deep auburn
hair was swept on top of her head. Her make-up was impeccable, complementing
her ivory skin and light green eyes. She was a big-busted woman, with heaps of
curves that suited her. She revelled in her shape and deplored women who
strived for thin model-like figures.
Because
people expected a certain style from her lectures, she was wearing a tight
black skirt, white blouse, and very high heels. Once she got behind the mock
kitchen bench, she would slip off her heels as she lectured. Standing straight,
she shook her head, then she adopted her “kitchen goddess” persona, moved into
the hallway, and started for the staircase leading down into the auditorium.
As
she started down the stairs, her heel caught on the apron string dangling out
of her bag. She tried to grab the handrail but missed, dropping the bag
instead.
Just
as Emma thought she was going to fall all the way down, a strong arm grabbed
her. She clung to it as she tried to right herself but ended up sitting on the
stair. Her saviour turned out to be a very attractive and, fortunately, very
strong, man.
“Are
you okay?”
“Thanks.
Thank you so much, I thought I was headed for the bottom.”
“I’d
hate to see that beautiful face black and blue.”
He
leaned very close to her,” Is your foot okay?”
“I
think so. My heel got caught.” She grinned wryly.
“How
‘bout you stand up and make sure you haven’t twisted anything.”
He
helped her to stand and when she went to step and put weight on that foot, she
almost fell again. She ended up with his arms around her. Emma could not help
noticing that he smelt delicious as well as being good looking.
“I
think you’d better sit down again.”
He
sat her on the stair again and lifted her foot. “There’s your problem.”
He
had taken off her shoe. Her beautiful and expensive Louboutin Zappa looked very
sad—the heel was hanging at a very strange angle.
“Damn!
They are, or rather, were, my favourite shoes! Oh well, at least it wasn’t my
neck.”
He
looked at the shoe and then gave her a rather strange look. The Zappa were
pointed-toe stilettos in black kid leather featuring six tiny rows of sexy
spikes on the back of the heel.
She
reached down and took off her other shoe. Once more, he helped her stand. Emma
was surprised at how tall he was now her high heels were off. He had to be at
least 6’ 6” to her 5’ 8” and looked to be a few years older than her
forty-three. He smiled down at her and she felt her stomach flip. He had the
most amazing light blue eyes and salt-and-pepper hair. There was only one word
for him: delicious.
He
actually held her elbow as they went down the stairs. The bag had fallen onto
the landing and was lying, ready for her, when he picked it up instead. She
could feel his fingers rubbing her arm.
“Oh
please. It’s okay. I can carry it.”
She
was embarrassed that someone would be helping her.
Emma
blushed and then led him along to the auditorium. Walking in, she led him to
the pseudo kitchen bench.
“Thank
you so much. I appreciate you help.”
She
held out her hand for the bag after throwing her shoes in a shelf underneath.
He moved past her, brushing against her as he did and placed it on the counter.
“So
going to fall down any more stairs today? Would you like a body guard?”
Emma
laughed. “I hope not. Thanks for the offer but I think I’ll be fine now.”
“Are
you sure? I’d be only too happy to offer my services.”
He
replied with a wink. Emma had a feeling he was not just talking about carrying
her bag. She gave him a big grin and shook her head.
Damn,
he was good looking!
He
stepped very close to her. Emma could feel her heart pounding, she was
frightened but excited as she breathed in his delicious male aroma. He put his
hands on her shoulders and for a moment, she thought he was going to push her
onto the counter top.
He
leant down and whispered in her ear, “Maybe another time.”
ADULT EXCERPT
Emma
knew she looked hesitant. It was one thing to say he would control her but
another to actually do it. Other men had said the same thing. This was their
first real test, this was the chance for her to see if she could give control
over. If he were strong enough to wrestle the control from her. Whether he
could resist her pleadings.
“Sweetheart,
I know your fears. You have to trust me. I promise I won’t hurt you, at least I
won’t do anything to hurt you more than I should.”
Emma
looked at him. This was it.
“Okay.
I’ll take a chance to trust you.”
“Just
remember I won’t listen to your pleading, I’ll be watching your reactions, your
body. Ready?”
She
nodded.
“Now
strip.”
Emma
looked over at him as he stood looking down at her. She removed her clothes
until she was naked before him.
“Perfect.”
He walked around the bed until he was behind her.
“Now
bend over until your head is on the bed and that cute rump in the air. Legs
wide apart.”
Emma
got onto her knees, then dropped her head to the bed, and she felt his breath
on her arse cheeks. Suddenly he slapped each one—hard. She gasped. Then she
felt his fingers pulling at her lips. She went to move.
“Stay
still or I stop.”
She
froze.
He
slapped her again. The sweet sting gave her a rush. She heard him rummage in the
bag then heard a swish as he tested the duster. Without warning, he brought it
down on one cheek.
“Ah!”
Then
the other.
“Yes!”
she screamed.
She
felt him push a finger into her cunt, then a second. At the same time, he hit
her again. It was wonderful, she wanted more.
“More!”
He
hit her again, she screamed her pleasure again. All at once, he flipped her
over. Deftly he tied her hands to the bedpost and then one ankle.
“You
will keep your legs apart. I’m not tying your hurt ankle but if you close your
legs I stop. Understand?”
“Yes.”
She groaned.
Once
again he used his hand and slapped her. This time on her clit. He leant forward
and harshly pinned a peg to each nipple. Emma drew a gasp as each one was
pinned tight. She looked over at Simon. He quickly shed his clothes and for the
first time she got to admire his naked body.
He
was gorgeous.
A
well-defined six-pack, so muscular, with a trail of hair that lead down to a
huge cock. She wanted to taste that. She wanted to run her hands across every
part of his body. He straddled her body and climbed up until he was level with
her face.
Kneeling
on one knee, he held his dick in front of her mouth.
“Open.”
When
she complied, he pushed his cock into her mouth. He began to thrust in and out
of her mouth, and every now and again he would press against the pegs, making a
wave of pain surge across her body.
He
kept thrusting until she could feel he was close to coming. He pulled his cock
from her mouth and quickly rolled on a condom. Working backward, he pulled her
down the bed until the ropes pulled hard against her. He picked up the duster
and deftly hit her across each breasts. She was moaning in pleasure as the pain
increased. She felt herself begin to float. Her mind lost in the sensation of
each stroke, each lash against her skin. She was in sub-space.
Simon
held his cock against the entrance to her cunt. He tweaked the lips, holding
them tightly before he pushed his cock into her. She wanted more pain.
“Hit
me!”
“No.”
“I
need more.”
“No.”
“I
beg you more.”
Simon
ignored her pleas. As he began to thrust into her, he pulled off one peg.
AUTHOR’S
BIO
Suzy
is single and lives in the Western Suburbs of Sydney, Australia with one very
spoiled dog and two
equally spoiled cats to keep her company.
Her books always feature older heroes and full-figured, curvy heroines; ranging from mid
40s to 60s.
She believes that being older
does not mean we are not intriguing, desirable, open
to challenges and willing to
experiment. Sexy isn't just for the under 30s.
When
she is not writing, she is painting. An accomplished Artist, her passion is
watercolours and her subject matter ranges from portraits and animals to nudes
and seascapes.
Oh
yes … she also has a penchant for crazy coloured hair - pinks, purples and even
rainbowed - and for tattoos!
Email:
suzyshearer@optusnet.com.au
Art
website: http://sooziiiart.blogspot.com.au/