Jane Austen I know well. She and I travel the same time
periods together. True, only in my mind…but then a lot of us really dig
Regency. When I saw that
TotallyBound Publishing was re-doing the Classics, I jumped at the chance to do
Jane…and SENSE AND SENSIBILITY with the erotic twists she might have forgotten
to include.
Have you read S AND S? (You may have seen the movies.) S AND
S is about two sisters who fall in love and in lust with men who are so well
matched for them that heartbreak ensues.
The older sister Elinor gets feverish thinking of Edward, a
young man whom she knows well…and perhaps not well enough to count on him
claiming her hand as well as her heart. She pines, she yearns. He demurs.
Finally, the two of them engage in a few close encounters which leave both of
them wanting what they cannot have. Each other.
Meanwhile, the younger sister has the hots for a dude named
WILLOUGHBY. Handsome and witty, he dances attendance upon her and then one day,
he puts her in his carriage, leaves the country party in the dust and takes
Marianne to his aunt’s home. A Big No-No to do in 1811.
And here is what
happens between them:
Copyright, 2012-2013, Jane Austen and Cerise DeLand.
The carriages were then ordered; Willoughby's was first, and Marianne
never looked happier than when she got into it. He drove through the park very
fast, and they were soon out of sight; the entire party, save Elinor, laughing
at their departure.
Marianne exulted in Willoughby’s dashing act. Curling her arm through
his as he drove, she settled against him.
“I daresay, my dear girl, I feel your body purring like a cat’s.”
Gazing up at his striking face, she admired his roguish beauty and the
fact that he was hers. “When I am with you, I am a cat.”
He reigned the horses to a halt and caught her against him. “I like you
wild and clawing at me. Shall I encourage you to do that?”
She tossed him a saucy glance, her shoulder up, her chin to one side.
“Do as you will, Willoughby. I am yours.”
Capturing her hand, he pressed it to his chest. But she was not
satisfied with so staid a sample of his charms, she trailed her hand downward
to his flies where her fingers cupped his swollen flesh and kneaded his manly
attributes.
“I say,” he gasped, his hand covering hers, “You are a minx. I lose my
breath, my mind.”
She arched a brow. “But not your erection.”
“Never. Not with you in my reach.”
“I pray you, show me this proud declaration of your regard for me.”
“No. You are but a girl.”
“Your girl, you rogue.” She massaged his cock and balls. “This package
must be unwrapped.” She worked at his buttons and soon his red warrior stood
straight up, the helmet bold and proud, droplets of delights oozing from his
slit. “Oh, this is quite perfect, Willoughby. I have never seen anything so
tall and thick. Oh. And he moves! He jerks for me. Shall I reward him?”
“Do, do,” Willoughby encouraged her, sighing and biting his lower lip.
“He awaits your fine touch.”
She rubbed her thumb over the pearls dribbling from his seam. “He gives
more and more. I am enchanted, Willoughby. What more can I do to show him my
enthusiasm?”
“Kiss him.”
“Oh,” she enthused and bent to the act. “He is luscious. Hot and hard,
the skin soft and yet so malleable. How do you do this, Willoughby?”
Laughing, he collapsed backward to the seat and let her have her way.
“It is natural, my pet. I give all to you. That is my fondest pleasure.”
“Do you, dear sir?” Teasing him, she kissed his cock once more, licking
her lips between her blessings to his member. “Show me your aunt’s house then.” She took all of his fine
manhood down her throat, hearing him groan his approval of her act.
“Shall I?” he seemed to ask himself more than her.
“Of course. We need more…room
for our pleasures, would you not say?” She let her eyes dance at him. The merry
idea of a couch, a bed, a carpeted floor to lay him down and suck on his
marvellous member filled her heart with rapture.
“I do, I do.” He pushed her up from him, fumbling to button his flies.
“I need to have your mouth on me until completion.”
“Completion?” She sat back, allowing him his haste and preening that she
had led him to it, even though her breasts ached and her lower body pulsed with
need of him. “What is that?”
He caught her chin. “Heaven.”
“Take me there,” she entreatied him. “Now.”
Cerise writes a lot of Regency period novels. All erotic romances. Her
latest was HIS DELECTABLE COOK, TEB AllRomanceEBooks
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But she does others, too.
See them all here: http://www.cerisedeland.com
And here's a bit from my friend who has a book out today too! DESIREE HOLT does BDSM with LOCK AND LOAD!
Now for something different:
Two people who want a relationship built on trust yet neither
believe in it…until he shows her how to accept his domination and she learns
the true meaning of submission.
Beau Williams, the perfect sniper,
has achieved success by closing himself down emotionally. He desperately wants
to find a permanent sub who enjoys spanking and caning as much as he enjoys
administering them, but he doesn’t know if he can open himself up to another
person ever again.
Megan Welles is still struggling with her need to be a
submissive. She wants a man who will give her that without destroying the
strength she needs for her job as sports reporter. And she’s tired of hooking
up in bondage clubs but never connecting emotionally with anyone.
When she
meets Beau and takes him home for the night, something clicks between them, but
how will they deal with the struggle to open up their emotions to each other?
Excerpt:
Megan
was standing exactly the way he’d left her, a properly obedient sub. He sucked
each hardened nipple until each was thoroughly wet, then he opened his hand to
show her what lay in his palm. The nipple clamps he’d chosen were connected by
a weighted chain. Each nipple would slip into a metal frame and a screw at the
side tightened it to the degree desired by the Dom. Beau tugged a nipple
through one of the clamps and turned the screw until he saw both pain and
pleasure suffuse Megan’s face. He gave the screw a final turn, pleased to note
the tensing of her entire body.
“In a
minute these will be a nice shade of red,” he said in an almost offhand manner.
“Then I can paddle that ass so you match front and back.”
He saw
her swallow, hard, but there was only eager expectation in her gaze.
He
fastened the other clamp in place then tugged on the chain, pulling her closer
to him.
“If
you were mine,” he told her in a thick voice, “I’d make you wear these all the
time. I’d sit next to you in a restaurant with your blouse unbuttoned so I
could reach in and tug on this any time I wanted to.”
Megan
wet her lips. “People would see us.”
“Not
if I hid you with my body.” His cock flexed at the image in his mind. “That’s
part of the turn-on. Knowing what we’re doing, in front of everyone, but they
can’t see it.”
“You
said if I were yours—” She stopped. “Permission to ask a question, Sir?”
He
nodded.
“Did
you have something in mind beyond tonight, in this room?”
His
gaze locked with hers. “And if I said yes, how would you feel?”
“I—I—”
“You
have permission to speak,” he reminded her.
He
forced himself to relax as he waited for her answer. Was he going too fast
here? But ,Jesus! She’d been all he’d thought about since their sessions at The
Edge, and he didn’t exactly have a lot of free time to dick around. His
feelings for her shocked him and he needed to know if she felt the same way.
“Well?”
he prompted.
“I—would
like that, Sir.”
He was
stunned at the uncertainty in her eyes. What could possibly cause this
obviously strong woman to doubt herself? He steeled himself not to react.
Whatever it was, he’d find out in a different environment. One where he wasn’t
distracted by the intensity of his sexual need for her. But his voice was soft
when he spoke to her again.
“Maybe
we can arrange just that.”
He was
rewarded by a tiny smile, absent of any impudence or sassiness. He wanted to
take that as a sign she was as much affected by their time together as he was.
But tonight they had other business to attend to.
“Skirt
off,” he ordered.
The
slide of the zipper was like a harsh whisper in the room. When the bit of
leather fell to the floor and she was nude except for her shoes, he nearly
swallowed his tongue. The reality was even better than the memory. His eyes
focused on the plump lips of her pussy, outlined with neat rows of curls that
reminded him she was a real blonde. Not that he’d been able to forget.
He
could already smell the scent of her musk, so arousing that his cock throbbed.
Megan
had resumed the submissive pose, eyes looking downward, hands clasped behind
her back, feet apart. Beau ran a finger through her gleaming slit, tugging on
the chain connecting the nipple clamps with his other hand. When he lightly
scraped a fingernail over her clit, a shiver skated over her and she widened
her legs even more, invitingly.
He
pinched her clit before stepping back.
“Tonight
I’m going to decorate that tasty piece of flesh with jewelry, too, but first I
think a little punishment is in order, don’t you? For not being here the last
two times I came hunting for you.”
She
nodded, gaze still lowered.
“Excellent.”
He pointed to his left. “Keep the shoes on and arrange yourself over that
padded bench.”
He
watched as she followed his directions, the heels giving her just the right
height to fold herself over the padded leather so she had balance and her ass
was beautifully displayed for him. From another drawer, he withdrew a short but
thick leather strap, similar to the longer ones old-time barbers used to use.
And maybe in some places still did.
Studying
the sweet curve of her buttocks, he ran his hand over the upturned cheeks,
loving that satiny feel of her skin beneath his touch. He couldn’t wait to see
it blazing hot from the application of the strap.
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