Happy Hump Day....and do we have some humping here. Doris O'Connor is here today to talk her TWO (that's right, count 'em, TWO) new releases. Too Cold to Love is the continuing saga of the Giovanni clan. Riding Her Tiger....well, I'd say that title is pretty darn self-explanatory.
Let's start with Riding Her Tiger...
Can one night change your life forever?
Estelle
has been lusting after her kinky boss Nathan for ages, but how you do
you snare a much older Dom? You enlist the help of the internet.
Matched
to exploration facilitator Ink, Estelle explores her submissive
fantasies to the full. When online sex turns to a real life ménage will a
case of mistaken identity ruin her chances with Nathan?
Or will the shifter claim his mate?
Excerpt
"Lean
back against me, and relax. Nothing is going to happen, yet." Her stomach
tightened at the growled words into her neck, and she watched as he grabbed the
huge sponge by the side of the bath and proceeded to run it up and down her
arms slowly. He washed every inch of her body with great care. Her breasts grew
heavy and her breathing shallow, her nipples jutting out into the humid air of
the bathroom, and he smiled into her neck. By the time his hands reached her
pussy she was so aroused the slightest scrape of the sponge against her labia
sent her tumbling into an orgasm.
Ink
groaned into her neck, and she froze. Shiiit! He hadn't given her
permission to come.
"Ah,
sweetheart, that was fucking hot, but not very wise." Her eyes flew open
at Grisha's husky words, and her mouth went dry. "We'll have to think of a
suitable punishment, Ink." The Russian was stark naked, his huge swollen
cock jutting up out of its nest of thick, black hair, to his tight abdomen, the
tip glistening with drops of pre-cum. She hadn't been able to fully appreciate
the sheer size of him before, and she licked her lips. He smiled at her and
fisted himself with slow, measured strokes. Her cunt clenched, and her insides
tightened, recalling his earlier promise. She was never going to be able take
him in her ass.
As
if Ink had heard her thoughts, his hands spread her ass cheeks, and his fingers
probed. She bit her lip at the invasion of two and then three long fingers.
"Indeed
we will, Grisha." She squirmed as he thrust his fingers in and out of her
tight hole. He pinched her clit with his other hand, and Estelle moaned as the
pain zinged along her pussy, to join with the sensations spreading from her
ass. She whimpered when he released the tight nub of nerves only to repeat the
action, again, and again. Her labia swelled and throbbed, and she writhed in
the water, dimly aware of Grisha joining them in the bath. He knelt in front of
her, and his hands grabbed her hips, holding her still.
"Stop
moving, and take your punishment like a good little sub, sweetheart." He
smiled when she went still, and Estelle bit her lip to stop herself from
moaning. She watched as he leaned forward and took one of her nipples in his
mouth. He bit down hard, and tears sprang into Estelle's eyes. He soothed the sting with his tongue and then
repeated the action to the other nipple. Ink pinched her clit in time to
Grisha's bites, his fingers in her ass pushing deeper and deeper, until Estelle
couldn't distinguish between the waves of pain swamping her. Pain that morphed
into something else entirely. Unable to keep her eyes open, she let her head
fall back onto Ink's shoulder. Her body felt lighter, every nerve-ending on
fire, sending pulses of heat through her veins, Ink's murmured encouragements
in her ear grounding her in the here and now.
Her
skin tightened, and her clit throbbed in time with the waves rushing through
her. She shuddered when cool air hit her wet flesh, before she encountered
smooth leather. Ink pushed her down until her breasts were flattened against
the padded bench, and she gasped as her legs and arms were fastened. Before she
could panic at being restrained to the spanking bench, Grisha's face was in
front of her.
"Focus,
sweetheart, on me. Breathe with me, and count the strokes." He looked
behind her, and Ink's warm hands massaged her butt cheeks.
"She
really has a fantastic ass, Grisha. She'll look hot as sin when it's nice and
pink from our hands." Ink's voice send tingles of awareness through her,
and her panic subsided. His hand dipped lower and spread her pussy lips. He bit
her ass, and she squirmed when his fingers sank deep into her already weeping
channel. He curled them into a figure of eight, and Estelle panted her
excitement as her sensitized tissues responded instantly.
She
closed her eyes against the knowing smirk on Grisha's face.
"How
is she doing, Ink? Though I bet she's wet for us."
Estelle
screwed her eyes shut tighter at Ink's chuckled confirmation.
"Now
remember, Estelle, no coming until I give you permission, or you'll be strapped
to this thing for a very long time indeed." Ink's voice had lost its
amusement, and Estelle breathed her confirmation.
"Good
girl, sweetheart, you can do it." Grisha brushed a kiss across her lips.
"Now count."
The
first slap took her by surprise, and she screeched.
"Count,
Estelle." Ink's voice brooked no argument.
"O…one."
She bit back tears and barely caught her breath before the next slap came.
"Two." Slap. "Three…"
Grisha's
hands massaged her shoulders. He murmured Russian words she didn't understand,
the warmth of his hands chasing away the goose bumps spreading over her body.
Her butt on fire, the strange floating sensations returned. Her pussy clenched
with each slap of Ink's hand across her ass until all of her senses heightened.
Every trickle of her arousal down her legs left a wave of fire in its wake,
sensations too intense to name consuming her. Her body climbed, tensing,
clenching, clamoring for the tension within to burst to freedom.
With
one last slap hard enough to send her body forward along the bench as far as
the restraints would allow, Estelle breathed, "Fifteen."
"Good
girl, you did so well." She hardly heard Grisha over the rushing in her
ears, her heart beating so loudly, she felt sick. She winced at the coolness
placed over her burning ass, and when her restraints were removed she collapsed
into Ink's arms.
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Now on to Too Cold to Love...
Marco
Giovanni has shut off his emotions, following a messy divorce. His
small daughter and his chain of bakeries are all he needs in his life.
The string of nannies are an unfortunate necessity he could well do
without. So why does his body have to remember its needs now with the
latest and most unsuitable nanny ever?
Elise has always been
the responsible one, so when she receives yet another SOS phone call
from her wayward twin, she does the only thing she can do, she steps
into her shoes. Having to go back to nannying is hard enough, the
unexpected attraction to her arrogant employer impossible to deal with.
Especially when she is forced to agree to a marriage of his convenience
to pay off the debt her twin accrued.
In a marriage based on blackmail can passion turn into love, or will secrets and lies destroy all?
Excerpt
Marco's
knowing gaze met hers in the bathroom mirror, and the heat she saw in his eyes
started a slow answering fire deep within her. Awareness sparked between them.
The
towel slowly slipped from her fingers. The ice hit the tiled floor with a thud
and broke the spell. She almost ran into the other room and frantically tried
the other door.
"I have it
on good authority that they are fire doors, my lovely, so I'd give up now. I like your
shoulders just the way they are, cara mia."
Marco
leant against the door frame propped up by his good shoulder, his arms crossed
over his chest, a slow smile on his lips. He checked the lock on the bathroom
door.
"And I'm pleased to note there isn't a lock on here, lest you decide to go hiding in another bathroom. I
seem to recall you were rather fond of that on our honeymoon."
Elise
winced, followed by a vivid blush as she remembered their wedding night.
Marco
simply smiled. He slowly advanced towards her, and Elise backed away until she
bumped into the wall. He reminded her of a predator stalking his prey.
"Marco, we
need to talk."
One
last long stride brought him so close his thighs touched hers, and he put one
hand either side of her head. His big
body crowded her against the wall, and his sinful mouth hovered over hers.
"So talk, cara
mia. I'm
all yours."
His
hot breath fanned across her face, and Elise closed her eyes. She bit back a
moan when he kissed her nose and rained butterfly kisses along her jaw line. He
suckled gently on just the right spot on her neck to make her knees turn to
jelly.
"Marco…please…stop…"
Somehow
she found the strength to put her shaking hands on his chest, only to meet hot,
hard, male flesh. This time she couldn't stop the very feminine moan escaping.
Was that needy sound really her?
Apparently
so, judging by Marco's low groan in her ear. He
moved his hand to cup her breast, the nipple thrusting shamelessly into his
caress.
"You don't sound as though you want me
to stop, cara mia. In fact, I would hazard a guess that you're wet enough for me to fuck you right here."
The
crude words should have shocked Elise, but instead she whimpered in response to his words. He ground his hips
suggestively into hers until the full force of his erection rested against her
pussy. Heat flooded between her thighs, and she pulled his head down for kiss.
"You're talking too much,
Tarzan."
She
caught a quick glimpse of triumph in his glittering eyes before his mouth
claimed hers. His tongue tangled with hers, and they both groaned. One of his
hands fisted in her hair, and the other lifted her skirt. He cupped her mound
and murmured his approval.
"You're
so fucking wet for me."
He
bunched the sodden material of her underwear in his hand and pulled. The move
brought delicious pressure to her clit, and Elise panted in excitement. Cool
air hit her slick folds when the material gave way with an audible rip. His
large hand replaced the fabric, and her pussy clamped down on the fingers he
thrust into her channel. His teeth nipped her neck, nudging her arousal up
another notch, and he kicked her feet apart to spread her wider. She clung to
his shoulders, rubbing her breasts against his chest, and he swore. He thrust
two more fingers into her hungry cunt, and she lifted her leg to give him
better access. He withdrew his fingers, and Elise tensed when he inserted one
slick digit into her anus.
"Relax,
pasticcino."
His
eyes sought hers, and he smiled. He kissed her, and Elise relaxed into the
strange sensation. When he inserted another finger into her tight hole, she
gasped into his mouth. He thrust slowly in and out of her, and Elise pulled him
closer to her still, as her hips moved of their own accord. Unused nerve
endings sprang to life, and darts of pleasure skittered to her clitoris. Her
breath came in short gaps, as her arousal built.
"That's
my girl. I knew you'd like this." Marco's strained voice in her ear was
the sexiest sound she'd ever heard. She pushed down on his fingers, seeking
more, and moaned her disappointment when he withdrew them slowly. He grabbed
her buttocks and ground her aching clit into his still covered cock. He thrust
into her, and the friction on her throbbing bud proved too much for Elise.
"Please,
Marco."
"What,
cara mia?"
Marco
pulled away, and she groaned.
"What
do you want, my wife?"
The
heat in his ever darkening gaze stoked her arousal to fever pitch, and she
impatiently tugged at his trousers.
"I
want you in me, now, Marco."
His
eyes darkened further at her whispered plea, and she breathed a sigh of relief
when his hands helped her free his cock. It sprung out of its confines up to
his taut stomach, and Elise licked her lips in anticipation. She cupped his balls,
and it was Marco's turn to groan.
"Jesus,
woman, you're killing me."
He
pushed her hands away, and Elise arched into his palms, when he pulled down her
tank top and exposed her breasts. He kneaded each aching globe, before he
pushed them together and laved the nipples in turn. Every suckle sent shards of
pure pleasure down towards Elise's clit where delicious
anticipation built in waves. She moaned her protest when Marco released the
glistening buds and kissed his way back up to her collarbone. She could feel
his strained smile before she saw it.
"Wrap your
legs around me. I need to get inside you right now."
