Yesterday we asked 'which two BDSM books are released in the month of October at Total-e-bound' and the response was incredible! Our winner for 'Dee's books' competition for a book of her choice from the Total-e-bound back-catalogue is Laura Kubitz. So, Laura, if you'd like to email me at competitions @ total-e-bound.com (no spaces) and say which book you'd like, we'll wiz it over to you! Congratulations!
So...today's prize giveaway question is: Which Total-e-bound author is in the 'spotlight' this week in our new feature Author Spotlight? (find the answer at TEB) Send your answer to competitions @ total-e-bound.com (no spaces) with 'Lucy's books' in the header. Good luck!!
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This week's releases:
Things are often not as they first appear… What’s a woman to do when faced with yet another in a never-ending cycle of anniversaries guaranteed to ruin her day?
Step one, respond when contacted on-line by a friendly couple.
Step two, accept the wife’s claim of the husband’s empathic sensitivities as fact.
Step three, go along quietly when the husband miraculously comes to the rescue just when he’s needed most.
Step four, have the courage to put complete control in his more than capable hands.
Step five, don’t think. Go with the flow. Be open to all possibilities. Relax and enjoy.
Step six, repeat frequently.
HOT and very ADULT excerpt!
“Stop thinking. Concentrate on your body instead.” One hand returned to my bare pussy, petting, rubbing, stroking. “You’re aroused. Look at your nipples,” he paused until I did, seeing the truth in their puckered state. “Your pussy is already wet just from that little bit of attention. It wants more. You want more. I’m here, hon. I know what you need. And I will give it to you. Oh yeah, I can give you exactly what you need. I can help you. I want to help you. I can make you feel what you’ve been missing all these years. I know how.” His thumb traced my slit but didn’t part it. “But not until you say it. Not until you tell me this is what you want. Not unless you ask me to help you.” A fraction deeper but no where near deep enough. I moaned. “It’s up to you. You have to say it or nothing more will happen tonight. You have to tell me you’re putting yourself in my hands, that you want me to teach you how to find pleasure.” The movement ceased, his palm resting on my mound, poised to continue if I actually found the courage to do what we both knew I desired.
“Please,” I said in a small voice.
“Please. P-please help me. Show me what it’s like,” I pleaded. I waited but he didn’t respond. He merely stared with one eyebrow raised, silently demanding that I continue. “Please teach me to feel. Teach me about pleasure and passion. Do whatever it takes so I can finally get it. Give me what I need. Please help me. Oh please,” I practically sobbed.
“You’re sure? You’re turning yourself over to me willingly, knowing that if you do, I will be intimately acquainted with your entire body by the time we’re finished here?”
“Yes, I understand all that. Yes, I’m giving myself to you completely,” I said, hearing myself, wanting what I was asking for yet not quite believing I was about to do what I was about to do.
“I’m putting myself in your hands because, I trust you to take care of me.”
His expression was pure satisfaction. I responded correctly and he was pleased. Until then, I hadn’t realised how important that had become, but apparently it was. Very much so. And, my actually having done so made me feel proud of myself. So proud I would have giggled with glee had he not chosen that second to curl his fingers, cupping my mound firmly. I gasped, my eyes blinking between his hand and his face.
“Flat on your back now,” he said. “You’ll be able to feel what I’m doing so there’s no need to watch.”
I hesitated, glancing over his shoulder at his wife. For a moment, I let myself get so caught up in everything that I all but forgot she was there, that she even existed at all. Now that I was on the brink of having sex with her husband I was suddenly panicked at what she must think of me. Surely, she thought me a real tramp, a total slut, begging for it, offering myself up for anything and everything right in front of her.
“I told you to stop thinking,” he snapped. “If you want my attention then keep yours on me.”
“But,” I sputtered nervously.
“Tell her, girl,” he spoke to his wife/slave.
“Please don’t back out because of me,” she began, meeting my confused gaze. “I’m fine with whatever happens here. I know he loves me and always will. I also know that it’s in his nature to help others when he can. And I want him to, however he has to. If he didn’t step in, he’d end up hurting and I don’t want that. Please, make us both happy. Let him do this. He needs to, just like you need him to.”
“Okay,” I finally said, stretching out as instructed.
I could practically feel the emotionally charged atmosphere swirling around us while I waited for him to do something. It seemed like forever before his hand flexed ever so slightly. The pressure increased. He rubbed his palm over me as he had before only now his thumb was extended, stroking my slit with every pass. I struggled not to move. I bit my lip to hold in my moans.
He suddenly gripped me so hard it bordered on pain. “Do not ever hold back with me.” He squeezed tighter. “Never, do you understand?”
“Yes,” I squeaked.
One more pulse for emphasis. “Good girl. I need to see all your reactions or I won’t be able to do what’s best for you.” I took a deep breath and nodded, forcing my body to relax as much as I could. “Very good,” he acknowledged my effort.
His vice-like hand unclenched and his caresses resumed. Again, I waited breathlessly. I moaned. Eventually, my hips began to lift, seeking more. He no longer needed to hold my thighs apart. I had them spread wide open, as far as possible yet I could still feel myself trying to stretch even further. When his thumb finally dipped between my outer lips, I cried out in surprised even though it had been inevitable. My back arched, pushing more of my flesh around the intruder.
He chuckled, teasing me mercilessly. The tip of his thumb parted my folds over and over again while the rest of his hand continued to knead my freshly shorn skin. My moans became needy whimpers. What little of my mind that remained functional was in awe. He was barely touching me and already had me feeling more than in the past. I was about ready to beg and he knew it. He knew exactly what he was doing to me and clearly enjoyed it. I couldn’t make out his mumbled words, but I didn’t need to in order to hear the amusement that laced his tone. Good thing I heard the encouragement he offered too, or I would have been thoroughly embarrassed for making such a spectacle of myself at this early stage. I may have been almost lost but the one thought that did manage to penetrate the fog clouding my brain was how severely lacking my former partners had been. All this time I believed it was me. And in a way it was, just not the way I had thought. No, my deficiency wasn’t physical. It was my inability to select anyone capable of coaxing this sort of reaction from my severely deprived body.
Whew! *fanning myself* Hot! My Last Dark Day by Barbara Huffert is available at Total-e-bound now.
What do you do if you see a man so beautiful he takes your breath away? What do you do if that man is seventeen years younger than you are? What do you do when that man is the son of your best friend? If you’re Doctor Joe Pressman, you fight it like hell before succumbing to the once in a lifetime feeling. Incoming freshman, Rocco, is more of an artist than an athlete which doesn’t sit well with his father, Coach Collin Williams. When his dad kicks him out, Rocco runs to the one place he knows he’ll be welcome, right into Joe’s open arms. Just when they thought their lives couldn’t get anymore complicated, a situation on campus puts their love in the centre spotlight. Will the attention cement their relationship or drive them apart?
HOT and very ADULT excerpt!
Taking a deep breath, he walked over and scooped Rocco up into his arms, without a care to his expensive suit. Rocco buried his face against Joe’s chest as he carried him in through the living room and straight to the master bath. He sat on the closed toilet lid and just held his man for a few minutes. Finally, he pulled back enough to look down at Rocco. “I’m so sorry your dad treated you that way.”
Part of him really wanted to know what exactly happened with his friend back home. He guessed the friend had been Lorne, the one who’d taught Rocco how to throw pots. As much as he wanted to know, he knew it would need to be information Rocco volunteered. Joe had no doubt in his mind that Rocco didn’t help the boy kill himself, and if Rocco refused to talk to Lorne he must’ve had a damn good reason.
Right now all that was important was getting his love calmed down enough to get him into the shower. How much hurt and anger had to be inside a person for them to do something like that to themselves?
“Rocco? Honey? Do you feel like taking a shower?”
Shaking his head, Rocco looked at him. “I don’t want you to let me go.”
“I won’t. Only for as long as it takes to get us both undressed.” He watched as Rocco’s eyes widened at the statement.
“You’ll get in with me?”
“You bet your sweet ass. I’m done hiding. I love you, we’ll get through this.”
Rocco gripped his suit lapels in his fists. “But you don’t even know what happened. Why would you help me without knowing?”
“Because I love you, and that’s what love’s all about. You’ll tell me when you’re ready.” He received the strangest look from Rocco, like he was trying to figure out why a person would love him unconditionally. Oh, he could see his man had some issues he needed exorcised.
Standing, he walked to the shower and waited for Rocco to open the glass door and turn on the water. “I’m going to put you down so we can both get undressed.”
Rocco nodded and stood. After a few calming breaths, Joe pulled Rocco’s muddy T-shirt up and off. He actually swayed in reaction to the sight of the silver hoop running through Rocco’s dark brown pebbled nipple. Bending over he drew the temptation into his mouth, giving it a good pull before releasing it.
With a moan, Rocco looked into his eyes and peeled his tight jeans down his legs. He bent over and removed them completely before standing in front of Joe totally nude. “Sweet Jesus, you’re beautiful,” Joe whispered in a soft reverent tone. His mouth began to water looking at the silver beaded hoop that decorated the area where cock met balls, a lorum he thought they called it.
In a hurry to feel Rocco’s smooth, hairless skin against his own, he stripped in record time, nothing fancy, no teasing. Nude, he held out his hand as he stepped under the hot spray of the shower. Rocco went immediately into his arms as Joe picked up the bar of soap and started washing away the sorrowful clay. “I’m gonna take care of you,” he said in a gentle manner.
Rocco’s head remained downcast. Joe didn’t know if he was looking at the clay running down the drain or if he should be flattered that his erection held Rocco’s fascination. All he knew was that he wanted Rocco clean and in his bed within the next few minutes.
After washing his arms and face, Joe poured shampoo into his hand and started washing all that blue black hair. He wanted to kiss Rocco so bad his lips twitched. He knew though, once he started he wouldn’t stop until he was inside the man he loved and Rocco deserved better than a quick fuck in the shower.
Washing the remainder of his soon-to-be lover’s body had him almost vibrating with need. The second he deemed Rocco clean he turned off the water and opened the shower door to grab a couple of towels from the shelf.
Biting his lip, Rocco finally looked up at him. “Don’t you want to kiss me?”
“Hell yes, but I’m trying my best to show some restraint until I take you to my bed.” He handed a towel to Rocco as he quickly dried himself off.
As Rocco swiped the towel in a haphazard fashion across his bronzed skin, Joe felt his cock begin to throb with want. “Enough,” he said, leading a naked Rocco by the hand toward the bedroom.
With a quick flick of his wrist the bedspread was thrown off the bed as Joe pulled Rocco down with him. “Kiss me,” he said against Rocco’s lips.
The push of Rocco’s tongue against his own, hurled Joe headlong into a passionate haze. Situating himself on top of the smaller man, he ground his aching cock against Rocco’s steel-hard shaft. Oh, how had he lived thirty-five years without ever being this horny?
When Rocco broke the kiss, Joe chased his lips trying to reattach himself. A gentle nudge had him opening his eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“Don’t you hear that?” Rocco asked with a worried expression.
Lifting his head, he heard someone pounding on the front door like they wanted to break the damn thing down. “Shit,” he sighed. He buried his head in Rocco’s neck. “Twenty bucks says it’s Collin. I don’t suppose he’ll go away until he punches my lights out.”
“Do you want me to go?” Rocco asked.
“Not unless you want to.” He held his breath waiting for Rocco’s answer.
“I never want to be without you again.”
“That’s all I needed to hear.”
Yowzer! Far too early in the morning for me to be this hot!! I need some of those toys we're giving away!! LOL Forbidden Freshman by Carol Lynne is also available now from Total-e-bound..