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DIARY OF A MAD erotic thriller

DIARY OF A MAD ESCORT is a steamy, erotic thriller.

With all this talk of festishes here at Hitting the Hot Spot, I thought I'd give you a sizzling excerpt treat...


Grace tipped the slats of the bedroom window’s blinds and watched as a black sedan pulled into the driveway that night. She smiled as Alex’s tall, golden form exited the car, his sprint quick and light as he strode up the small walkway. She let go of the blinds, heard him come through the front door, murmuring something to Moira and Sam. Then she saw them both leave.
And heard Alex’s footfalls as he strode down the hallway towards her room.
She straightened her blouse and adjusted the band that held her ponytail in place. Running a hand over her skirt, she stood in the centre of the room and waited for him to enter, her heart pounding in her chest.
Grace had dressed like this hundreds of times, for lots of men, but never for one she cared for like Alex.
He strode in, shutting the door behind him. Then his eyes settled on Grace. For just a second, he wore a puzzled frown, then he smiled, one corner of his mouth kicking up. “Well, well, what do we have here?”
“Hello, Professor.” She made her voice sound innocent, yet…seductive.
He raised a brow. “Professor, eh? And just what am I teaching?”
“You never finished that class on…aphrodisiacs.”
He laughed. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, I get it.” He strode further into the room, her Norse god, her Iceman. “You’re looking for extra credit.”
She nodded, but her head shook just a little. In fact, her body trembled too, as he approached. Grace thought she’d turn him on, instead she’d lit a sensual fire in her belly and groin that threatened to burn her alive.
Alex loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. She watched, fascinated, as he rolled his shirtsleeves up his arms, the white face of his gold and silver watch gleaming against his bronzed skin. He took a seat on the bed, and crooked his index finger in her direction. “Come here.”
She took a tentative step forward, her black, patent leather Mary Janes squeaking as she moved. Cool air blew up the short, plaid skirt she wore. Her knee-high socks had tight elastic bands at the top—thank God, she thought wryly, it would ruin the whole damned effect if they slipped. She fingered the collar of her white blouse and licked her lips.
“Don’t lick you lips at me, young lady.”
His stern, mocking voice held just a note of wickedness.
Grace revelled in it.
She toyed with the master, the wizard of erotic love-play, and now she had the chance to turn him on, to be the aggressor.
He patted the bed. “Lift your skirt and come here.”
She stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes wide. “Why?”
“It seems to me,” he crossed his arms over his chest, “That you didn’t complete your last two homework assignments.”
She grinned. She couldn’t help it. “I, uh, was busy, Professor. And a little sad.”
“Oh?” He raised one white-blonde brow. “Why was my best student so sad?”
She shrugged, looking down as she toyed with the ends of her blouse in her hands. “My professor didn’t come to see me.”
“For that,” his voice became deep. “I’m truly sorry
“Are you?” she murmured, looking up at him.
“Very sorry. And your professor wants you to know you’re on his mind every waking minute of every day. You’re never far from his thoughts…or his heart.”
His heart? Had she been hearing things?
He angled his head. “We still have to discuss this bad habit you have of skipping homework assignments.” Patting the bed again, he repeated. “Now, raise your skirt. And come sit next to me.”
She did as he bade, walking slowly towards the bed. Stopping in front of him, she lifted her skirt, revealing a pair of simple white cotton panties.
Fire leaped into Alex’s eyes. He gave her a cheeky grin. “Well, I see you’re wearing underwear today, Miss Barry.” Alex reached out to run a hand across her mons. “But they have to come off.”
Her panties became wet when he told her that. Grace’s knees turned to jelly. She had bared her body to other men, but removing the pair of simple, cotton underwear in front of Alex’s cool, silver gaze made her body vibrate.
Alex reached out and slid the panties down her hips and belly, tugging them past her smooth-shaven labia. He rose from the bed and bent his tall frame, tugging them down her legs until the lay wrapped around her ankles.
That’s where he left them. Rising to his feet slowly, he placed kisses on her shins, on her knees, her thighs and the twin folds of skin covering her nubbin. Grace shuddered pleasurably at the feel of his tongue as it flicked over skin.
Alex resumed his seat on the bed. She stood there, still as a board, her skirt raised, the panties draped around her ankles.
He gave her a cool, level look. “What do you think happens to students who don’t do their homework, Miss Barry?”
Grace let go of the breath she’d been holding. She shrugged. “I’m not sure, Professor.” Her pulse quickened.
He grasped her around the waist with both hands. “Step out of the panties.”
She let go of her skirt and did as he instructed, kicking them aside.
Alex reached around and tucked the hem of her skirt into the waistband in back. Cool air swirled around Grace’s bottom but her body temperature rose at least ten degrees.
He leaned back and patted the bed. “Come sit.”
She saw his cock swell, the outline of his stiff member pushing against his trousers.
Grace lifted her leg and placed one knee on the bed, Alex’s silver gaze focused on her mound. She climbed up and settled next to him, dangling her feet over the side.
He smiled, a wicked, rogue’s grin. Again, he patted his thighs. “Lay across my lap, face down.”
Grace’s eyes grew wide, her look all innocence. “Why? What are you going to do, professor?”
“You’re the only student who doesn’t do her homework, Miss Barry.” His breathing became short, shallow and ragged. “And you’re the only student who’s ever turned me on like this.”
She leaned over and kissed him full on the mouth. “How about that? Am I the only student who does that?”
He grasped her around the waist again, tugging her forward until she lay across his lap. Grace turned her head, trying to get a glimpse of his face as he ran a hand across her bottom.
“And you’re the only one of my students with a bottom like this.”
Grace caught her breath as his hand connected with her backside.
She gripped the bed covers, feeling the sting of his palm and the delicious throbbing ache from deep within her pleasure zone.
Heat spread across her bottom. It flowed between her legs, settling in the juncture between her thighs.
That last smack sent her over the edge of that great wide sensual abyss, the one that only Alex could bring her to. She dangled on its edge, not wanting to fall yet, not wanting to slip down. Grace wanted to savour this time with Alex.
His hand collided with her bottom again. She held her breath, waiting for the next one to come. Grace felt giddy, knowing that her essence, her moisture, must be all over Alex’s trousers by now. Each time his hand came down on her bottom, she felt moisture seep from between her legs.
She gripped the bed covers again, the delicious heat and sting of his palm acting as the headiest aphrodisiac.
Alex eased her off his lap, pulling her tight against his chest, kissing the top of her head. He ran his hand over her bottom, cupping it gently and crooning in her ear.
“Now, Miss Barry, I’m going to give you what you really deserve.”
He flipped her onto her back, easing her stinging bottom onto the bed. His movements became restless and urgent as he undressed her, then himself. Trailing kisses across her face, his lips travelled down, waging a tender, sweet assault on every inch of her.
“My little china doll,” he murmured as he kissed her navel. Alex looked up, his cool gray eyes meet hers. “You are exquisite.”
He continued to kiss her body. Grace trailed her fingers through the pale, blonde hair on his head, revelling in their silky soft feel and his new pet name for her.
My little china doll.
Her father had called her that.
Tears stung her eyes at the memory. As Alex traced a sensual, fiery path of kisses across her body, she closed her eyes, enjoying Alex’s tender ministrations.
“You should be kissed like this every day…always,” he whispered as his lips caressed her labia. He started a slow erotic campaign on her clit, kissing, sucking and nibbling until Grace couldn’t catch her breath. She lifted her bottom from the bed, pushing her little nubbin up and into his mouth, eager to receive Alex’s kiss. His tongue flicked her little bud, sending Grace into a tailspin of need.
She clutched his white-blonde head full of hair between her hands, crying out as her orgasm hit. Grace felt boneless, her body a melted puddle of sweet sensations. She couldn’t move, even though she tried. Alex helped her, easing his big body over hers, helping her to turn over. Again he trailed kisses across her back, on her shoulders blades, trailing down…down…down to her bottom. When he kissed her bottom, her eyes rolled back, for he also trailed a finger down the separation between her bottom cheeks, ending that path between her legs.
“The professor has to finish his lesson,” he whispered near her ear.
She nodded, a smile on her face.
He grasped her around the waist, lifting her up, inserting his cock inside her from behind. The tip of his penis caressed her entrance, begging to be let in. Alex pushed, easing his way inside, using the fingers of the supporting arm he held around her waist to taunt and tease her breasts. He used slow, even strokes, bringing Grace to the height of fevered passion again. With no condom, Grace felt his every stroke. As he rubbed his cock against her clit, Grace felt that wonderful pressure build inside her, and when her orgasm hit, it felt like a thousand shooting stars rained down.
They lay on the bed, fused together, not moving.
Finally, Alex pulled away, crawling up to the head of the bed. Grace followed behind, and settled next to him as Alex pulled the covers over the two of them. He wound an arm across her shoulders, pulling her against him.
“My china doll,” he whispered again, placing a kiss on her head. “Have you learned your lesson?”
She grinned up at him and kissed his jaw. “I might have to stay after school for extra help.”
He laughed, the sound rich and warm. “Ah, honey, you don’t need it.”


copyright 2008 by Catherine Chernow

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