He's The Perfect Dom But Will His Past Tear Them Apart?- Her Dom’s Secret Past by Suzy Shearer #MF #BDSM #EroticRomance

Heat Rating: Level 3
Word Count: 86,000

Blurb

When Anabelle Rowley, fifty-five, takes a two-week break at an exclusive beach-front villa, she meets a man—but not just any man. Instead, this one ticks every box on her imaginary boyfriend list.

For fifty-two-year-old John Ethan, going on a short vacation to recover from injury and moving to Australia comes rather fast. Imagine his surprise when he meets a woman who arouses his every desire.

Their holiday romance ignites fires in them both and this is something real, something long-lasting. But when Anabelle has to leave suddenly, neither has a way of finding the other again.

Will they ever be able to locate each other? And if they do, then John must reveal a secret, a secret that he fears Anabelle will never understand.

NOTE: This is told in 1st person POV from both the Hero and Heroine.

This is an erotic romance. There are explicit sexual descriptions and explicit language used throughout. It may offend some readers.

STORY EXCERPT:  

Somehow, I’d managed to keep on my feet when the big wave crashed over Anabelle and me. She surfaced, spluttering, and I held out a hand. She let me help her up and I held her hand a little longer than necessary.

“Thank you, John.”

“You’re welcome. That was one big wave.”

“Sure was, but it’s fun.”

She was still grinning and I couldn’t help myself. I leaned toward her and our lips touched.
It was all I’d dreamed of and more. It was electrifying.

Our kiss was soft, tender, and a little unsure until I felt her press toward me. I put a hand behind her head and deepened the kiss. Oh yeah, I could get used to this.

We finally separated and gazed at each other. Her eyes had dilated slightly and her lips parted as she stared into my eyes.

“I couldn’t resist.”

"I … neither could I, John.”

“I’d certainly like to do it again.”

“Then maybe you should.”

We stood there, the waves crashing around us, as I kissed her again. This time I took my time reveling in the taste of her, mixed with the salty water. Her hands pressed against my chest.

When we stopped, I whispered, “I’ve wanted to kiss you since I first saw you reading.”

“You have?”

I nodded and traced her lips. Her eyes seemed to shut of their own accord as my fingers explored her gorgeous, full mouth. When she opened her eyes, I decided I should kiss her again.
It was wild.

The surf pounding against us, the sound of the ocean, and Anabelle in my arms. Another big wave hit us and sent us both under. I grabbed her hand as we fought our way back up to the surface.

“Sadly I have to accept that kissing and big waves don’t mix very well.”

She gave another of her lovely carefree laughs.

“I think you’re right. Come on up to my place and I’ll make you a coffee or tea.”

We waded back to shore. Anabelle picked up her towel and I realized mine was further down the beach.

“I’ll just get my towel and then join you.”

She nodded and continued walking back to her villa while I limped down to where I’d tossed my towel, picked it up, and then followed her into her villa. She’d thrown her towel on one of the outdoor chairs and was in the kitchen. I dropped my towel to join hers after drying off and walked to where she was. She turned to face me at my approach and it was all I could do not to grab her and kiss her again. Her face showed a little nervousness and I smiled.

“Coffee or tea?”

“Still an Englishman, it’s tea for me.”

“Do you want to try the Chinese White?”

“I’m sorry, I only drink black tea.”

She gave a giggle. “So do I. Chinese White is black tea, if that makes sense. It’s only the tiny top buds of the bush. Then after they’re picked they are left to dry naturally without any further processing. It’s a very delicate, smooth, and sweet-tasting tea, I love it.”

“In that case, I’d better try it.”

She nodded and set to making two mugs of tea. I sat down on one of the stools at the bench and studied her. I decided then and there that I’d never tire of watching her. She was so gorgeous. Those luscious curves of hers beckoned me non-stop and I thought I’d been semi-erect since I first saw her. She finished and put a mug in front of me, then another alongside it and came to sit on the stool next to me.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

I took a sip of the tea and let it roll around my tongue. The taste surprised me, very light but fruity. Anabelle was right. It was very smooth with no bitter aftertaste that I sometimes got with black tea. She grinned at me and raised her eyebrows.

“It’s lovely. I think I may have to convert.”

“It’s delicious, isn’t it?”

We savored our tea in silence, except for the roar of the waves and the sound of the wind that was getting stronger as it blew through the trees. I wanted to learn all about this lovely woman, but what I actually wanted to do was kiss her again. I noticed her give a shiver.

“Cold?”

“A little.”

I stood and moved behind her, rubbing my hands up and down her arms.

“Maybe you should change into something warmer than this damp suit.”

© Suzy Shearer 2018

Buy Link

Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/her-doms-secret-past-by-suzy-shearer

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/B07BLVV63M

BIO:

Best-selling and Award winning author Suzy Shearer writes contemporary and paranormal erotic romances filled with mature and interesting characters. Her book Build A Love was runner-up in the Ménage category in the Easy Chair Bookshop's Fiction competition 2015 and A Hunter's Heart was runner-up in the Series Category. Perfect Three reached #20 on Amazon's Top Paid 100 Bestsellers in the erotic/interracial category while Build A Love was #8 on Amazon's list in the erotic/ménage category.

In 2017 Suzy was nominated for the Best Established Author in the Australian Romance Today Readers’ Choice Award. She made it through all the rounds to reach the finals. She came 8th in that final round against some extremely talented and well-known Australian Romance Authors. A Buddhist, Suzy is single and lives in the Western Suburbs of Sydney, Australia with one very spoilt dog and two equally spoilt cats keeping her company. 

Her books always feature older heroes and heroines; ranging from mid 40s to 60s. The heroines are usually confident plus-sized women who are proud of their curves. Suzy feels it's important for readers to connect.  When she discovered many romance books seemed to cater for younger readers with their heroines and heroes in the 20s she decided to write about characters who were older but maybe not always wiser.  As she is in her 60s Suzy feels she can relate to her characters desires, fears and hopes and hopes her readers can as well.

Suzy also wants her readers to understand just because people are older doesn't mean they aren't intriguing, desirable, open to challenges and willing to experiment. Sexy isn't just for the under 30s.

When Suzy is not writing, she is usually painting - an accomplished watercolour Artist her subjects range from portraits and animals to nudes and landscapes.

http://sooziiiart.blogspot.com/

LINKS - WHERE TO FIND SUZY:

Website :  http://suzyshearer.wix.com/suzy

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/SuzyS

Blog:  http://suzyshearer.blogspot.com.au

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/SuzyShearer

Twitter: https://twitter.com/SuzyShearer

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/sooziiis

Linkedin: http://au.linkedin.com/in/suzyshearer

Publisher: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/suzy-shearer/

Publisher: http://www.bookstrand.com/suzy-shearer

Email her at: suzyshearer@optusnet.com.au



A FEW LINKS WHERE TO BUY:

Amazon: http://amzn.com/B07BLVV63M

Angus & Robertson (Aust): http://www.angusrobertson.com.au/by/Suzy%20Shearer

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/au/en/ebook/ 

Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/c/suzy-shearer

E-BOOKS OUT NOW 

The Club series
The Club: Bound
The Club 2: Uncollared
The Club 3: Waxed
The Club 4: Displayed
The Club 5: Submit
The Club 6: Unmasked

The Hunters series
A Hunter's Heart - Book 1
A Hunter’s Choice - Book 2
A Hunter’s Challenge - Book 3

Dark Desires series 
(each book is a standalone)
Whipped Delights
Craving Her Master
Melting Her Dom’s Heart
An Artist’s Kiss
Elephants and Ever-Afters

Single Titles
Daemons Are Forever
Build a Love
Perfect Three
Her Dom’s Secret Past

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Vol 1 - The Club (Bound and Uncollared)
Vol 2 – The Club (Waxed and Displayed)
Vol 3 – The Club (Submit and Unmasked)

A Hunter’s Heart
A Hunter’s Choice
A Hunter’s Challenge

Perfect Three Daemons Are Forever
Build A Love

Whipped Delights
Craving Her Master
Melting Her Dom’s Heart
An Artist’s Kiss
Elephants and Ever-Afters

Elephants and Ever-Afters by Suzy Shearer-He Is Supposed To Concentrate Despite Her Distraction #BDSM #RomanceNovel #Domme

For plus-sized Laura, 55, sex means she’s in charge, she just needs to find a man who’ll accept that. When she meets the sexy-looking Tobias Duncan she thinks he’s a bull elephant charging everywhere but all the same he strikes a chord deep inside her. 

(Siren Sensations: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, M/F, HEA)

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It’s like a clash of wills when Tobias Duncan, 57, meets Laura Keell, 55 but neither can forget the impact each had on the other. To Laura, Tobias is just like a charging bull elephant, but he still presses every button. For Tobias, Laura is everything he’s ever dreamed of.

Tobias tries everything he can to find out where Laura lives, he just can’t forget this beautiful plus-sized woman. Both try to forget, but when a chance meeting with a friend of Tobias means he can see Laura again he jumps at the chance. But there is a problem that neither share.

Tobias wants a woman who dictates the terms during sex. And Laura? Laura loves to be in charge. They drop hints over a few weeks until a rather interesting event sees Laura confess. Their romance goes from casual to sizzling almost overnight. Nothing can come between them as their love grows—that is until a tragedy strikes.

Will death separate these soulmates?


STORY EXCERPT:  

Laura reread the letter for what had to be the fiftieth time, and she still had trouble understanding it. She’d always believed her father had died just before her birth, yet this letter from a solicitor in Sydney told her different. It said she was the sole beneficiary to her late father’s estate, and that he had died just three weeks ago. It just made no sense.

Whenever she’d asked about her father while growing up, her mother would only say he had died before she was born. She never gave Laura any other information. When she was older and pressed her mother for more details, she would clam up and angrily tell Laura there was nothing more to tell. She’d always seemed distant to Laura, she thought she loved her, but she was cold and rarely laughed, certainly not a loving affectionate mother.

Then her mother, Judy, had died less than twelve months ago, when Laura was fifty-four. Judy was eighty-six and died from a heart attack. It was then Laura discovered her mother’s birth certificate. She’d always assumed her parents had married, but obviously they hadn’t, because it showed she had been born, and died, a Keell.

Among the other papers she found her own birth certificate. Its discovery rocked her to the core. The birth certificate had the name Stuart McClain in the section for father’s name, but more upsetting was the name for her mother—Elizabeth Regis. All she could feel was betrayal. Digging deeper into the box of papers, she discovered her adoption certificate.

Who were Elizabeth and Stuart? Why had her adopted mother never told her? Was her life just some web of lies? Was that the reason for her mother’s coldness?

Laura stared out the window of the train and shook her head. Some days she felt as if life had treated her callously.

She’d never married. Years ago, she’d been engaged, and she’d believed she loved Colin with a passion. Then, much to her adopted mother’s displeasure, at twenty-six, she’d sold her tiny flat and moved in with him. Judy had never liked Colin and showed it. But she and Colin had lived happily together for three years, making plans for their future. They talked about having children, and because Laura was twenty-nine, decided not to wait any longer before starting a family. Planning for their wedding and trying to get pregnant almost consumed Laura, but Colin was always there for her. But sadly, no matter how they tried, Laura just didn’t get pregnant. Twelve months later, just five weeks before her wedding, they got devastating news—Laura couldn’t have children.

A specialist talked them both through the medical side of things and reassured them both that nothing would prevent them from adopting. He’d told them both that IVF wasn’t really an option because of Laura’s medical history. She’d had a botched surgery for severe Endometriosis when in her late teens. At the time, neither her doctor nor her mother had mentioned freezing her eggs for later use. Now it was too late. Then thirty-two, Laura felt her world cave in. But the worst was yet to come.

Colin couldn’t accept they would have no natural children together and called off the wedding. Two weeks later, he’d moved out, telling Laura she could stay in the flat for three months and then he would sell it.

Laura had very little money left from when she’d sold her own flat. She’d had to pay off her mortgage, and what was left was nowhere near enough for a deposit to buy another. Anyway, those savings had been eaten away at over the past few years. Her share from the sale of the joint flat was a pittance. Instead, she moved back with her mother into the flat Judy rented until Laura could save enough to buy another place. It took five years of working before she finally had enough money to move out again.

This time she bought a small unit, two bedrooms and a kitchen-dining room with a tiny bathroom, within walking distance of her job. Since then, her life consisted of working and trying to make ends meet. She worked as a bookkeeper for a large firm, and had worked her way up to become the senior bookkeeper. There were several accountants in the company and she became their chief assistant. The next few years had been easier as her pay increased. Unfortunately, about five years ago, things at work became stressful. The company employed a new man as her direct boss and head accountant. He was a tyrant who disliked her passionately. Actually, he didn’t like any working women and, on top of that, he always made mistakes that he blamed on her or the other bookkeepers. She’d taken to double checking the work and fixing his errors rather than face his wrath.

Then when her adopted mother died, she inherited her meagre savings, which allowed Laura to pay off the mortgage.

Now out of the blue she discovered the man who she’d always believed dead had left her his estate. Travelling into the city, Laura wondered how he knew about her and what the inheritance would mean.

Would it change her life, her future?

Probably not, callously she just hoped it would be a few dollars, enough to ensure her retirement wouldn’t be too much of a struggle.

The train finally pulled into Central railway station. Laura pulled her warm black jacket over her cream top, slung her tote over her shoulder, and stepped from the train. After getting a taxi from the station to drop her outside a large building in the centre of Sydney’s business district, Laura checked the tenants’ board, confirming the solicitors she needed were on the third floor. Rather than use the lifts trying to get some exercise, Laura opened the exit door and began climbing the stairs to the third floor, her heart pounding in wonder what the meeting would mean for her.

As she reached the third floor and went to open the door with her left hand, it was suddenly slammed open, knocking her backward. Somehow, she managed to grab the doorknob as she fell, saving her from a dangerous tumble down the long steep flight of stairs.

© Suzy Shearer 2017


ADULT EXCERPT:

“I think you should paint my toenails.”

Tobias felt surprised. He was expecting her to ask him to go out somewhere.

“If that’s what my lady desires.”

“She does.”

She wriggled from his embrace and told him to go sit on the lounge while she went to get some polish. A few minutes later she was back.

“I think you need to sit on the ottoman so I can put my foot on your knee.”

“Okay.”

She gave him the nail polish. Tobias stood and pulled the ottoman to the front of the chair Laura was standing in front of, he went to sit but Laura held out a hand.

“Wait. Before you sit down, you have to take off all your clothes.”

He laughed.

“Everything?”

“Oh yes,” she said smugly nodding her head up and down a few times.

He put the polish down with a grin and took off his shoes and socks, then stripped off. He hoped Laura didn’t mind seeing his dick erect because as soon as he’d arrived it had started getting hard, and when she’d told him to strip, it went the whole hog. He looked at her, as she licked her lips and looked at his cock.

“Mm, very nice. Sit down.”

He sat, picking up the polish. It felt strange to be naked with a roaring erection, but then Laura swept off her dress and stood before him wearing a lacy beige bra and tiny matching panties. He couldn’t help but groan loudly, all those beautiful curves partly covered with just a few wisps of lace.

“Oh, God Laura, you’re killing me.”

She just gave him a smirk and sat down. Lifting one foot, she dropped it onto his leg.

“Paint.”

With shaking hands, he opened the bottle and took her foot in one hand. Clumsily, he began to apply the colour—bright red—to her nails. He looked over at her. She’d laid her head back against the back of the chair, eyes closed and was rubbing one hand up and down slowly from her neck to her belly button.

Shit!

His hands shook so much, the paint was going to end up everywhere but on her toenails. He dropped his eyes back to her foot.

“Toby,” her voice was slow, sensual as he looked up entranced with her.

She had one hand between her breast and the lacy fabric of her bra, the other was sliding down toward the hidden nest between her legs. He gulped.

“Paint them nicely. I don’t want them messy.”

He couldn’t answer as he watched that hand dip between her panties and skin. He just nodded, but couldn’t take his eyes off her. She lifted her other leg and put her foot on the cushioned seat.

“Paint,” she ordered again.

Somehow Tobias tore his eyes away from the vision in front of him and managed to dab paint on another two nails. He heard a soft sigh and risked a glance. He couldn’t help the moan that escaped. Laura was rubbing her clit, she’d use one hand to move the crotch of her panties aside and he could see her fingers rubbing, could see the glistening cream gathering on her fingers.

Fuck! How can I paint her bloody nails when she’s fucking herself in front of me?

“Ah, this feels so nice, Toby.”

She lifted her fingers, her juices coating them, leaned forward and held them out to him.

“Lick them clean for me.”

He drew one, then two, then three into his mouth, using his tongue to lick them. She left them in his mouth a moment then pulled them free and glanced down at her foot.

“Tsk, tsk. Not finished yet? I can’t understand why.”

She leaned forward and unclasped her bra, letting it slide down her arms then dropping to the side of the chair. She put a hand under each full breast and pinched her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.

“Finish my toes.”

Somehow Toby managed to complete his task. His erection was so painful and he tried to keep his eyes off Laura, but he was fighting a losing battle. He rubbed his hand up her leg and let her put her foot on the ground.

“Ready for the other foot?”

“Yes.” He gulped.

She stood and slid off the panties, then sat again. She put the other foot on the ottoman and draped the panties over it.

“Feel how wet they are.”

Tobias picked them up. They were soaking and he wondered how long she could keep this up. He was in agony in more ways than one.

“Now paint, my dearest Toby.”

He nodded, unable to speak. Dropping his head, he tried hard to concentrate on her foot but her little moans and groans distracted him. Finally, he reached the last toe and risked a glance. She was rubbing a finger up and down her soaking slit while she tweaked and pulled at one nipple.

My God she’s a tease!

She knew exactly how to push his buttons, how to keep him on the edge of heaven.

He quickly finished the toe then screwed the cap onto the bottle. He looked at Laura, her eyes were laughing and she had the sexiest look on her face. Lying there naked, her nipples erect. Her tasty juices glistening on the top of her legs. What will she ask for next?

“All finished?”

He nodded. She lifted her leg and looked critically at her toes. Tobias could only groan at the sight of her gleaming wet cunt as she dropped her foot to lay on his shoulder, her other leg spread wide. He could smell her. Smell the delicious aroma of her arousal and he felt his cock jerk in response.

“Tell me, Toby, do you like what you see?”

© Suzy Shearer 2017

Buy Links: Bookstrand- http://www.bookstrand.com/book/elephants-and-ever-afters

Amazon- http://amzn.com/B073HFCT2H

Elephants and Ever-Afters is book 5 in the Dark Desires series. 

This series is about the secret cravings we have, the things that go on behind closed doors. Those dark desires we harbour and crave but sometimes afraid to ask for.

Each book in the series is a stand-alone so the books can be read in any order.

LINKS - WHERE TO FIND SUZY:

Website :  http://suzyshearer.wix.com/suzy

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/SuzyS

Blog:  http://suzyshearer.blogspot.com.au

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/SuzyShearer

Twitter : https://twitter.com/SuzyShearer

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/sooziiis

Linkedin: http://au.linkedin.com/in/suzyshearer

Publisher: http://www.bookstrand.com/suzy-shearer

Email her at: suzyshearer@optusnet.com.au


LINKS WHERE TO BUY:

Amazon: http://amzn.com/B073HFCT2H

Angus & Robertson (Aust): http://www.angusrobertson.com.au/by/Suzy%20Shearer

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/au/en/ebook/elephants-and-ever-afters

Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/c/suzy-shearer



BIO:

Best-selling and Award winning author Suzy Shearer writes contemporary and paranormal erotic romances filled with mature and interesting characters. Her books have consistently reached her publisher's Best Seller list with several reaching # 1.  Her book Build A Love was runner-up in the Ménage category in the Easy Chair Bookshop's Fiction competition 2015 and A Hunter's Heart was runner-up in the Series Category.

Single, Suzy lives in the Western Suburbs of Sydney Australia with one very spoilt dog and two equally spoilt cats keeping her company.

She is a Buddhist, an Author, an Artist, a computer nerd and a voracious reader. Suzy has a penchant for crazy coloured hair - pinks, purples blues even rainbowed.... it changes every month - oh yes, also a penchant for tattoos!

Her books always feature older heroes and heroines; ranging from mid-40s to 60s. The heroines are usually confident plus-sized women who are proud of their curves. Suzy feels it's important for readers to connect.

When she discovered many romance books seemed to cater for younger readers with their heroines and heroes in the 20s she decided to write about characters who were older but maybe not always wiser.  As she is in her 60s Suzy feels she can relate to her characters desires, fears and hopes and hopes her readers can as well.

Suzy also wants her readers to understand just because people are older doesn't mean they aren't intriguing, desirable, open to challenges and willing to experiment. Sexy isn't just for the under 30s.
When Suzy is not writing, she is usually painting - an accomplished watercolour Artist her subjects range from portraits and animals to nudes and landscapes.

Check out her artwork at: http://sooziiiart.blogspot.com/



E-BOOKS OUT NOW 

The Club series
The Club: Bound
The Club 2: Uncollared
The Club 3: Waxed
The Club 4: Displayed
The Club 5: Submit
The Club 6: Unmasked

The Hunters series
A Hunter's Heart - Book 1
A Hunter’s Choice - Book 2
A Hunter’s Challenge - Book 3

Dark Desires series 
(each book is a standalone)
Whipped Delights
Craving Her Master
Melting Her Dom’s Heart
An Artist’s Kiss
Elephants and Ever-Afters

Single Titles
Daemons Are Forever
Build a Love
Perfect Three  


PAPERBACKS OUT NOW
Vol 1 - The Club (Bound and Uncollared)
Vol 2 – The Club (Waxed and Displayed)
Vol 3 – The Club (Submit and Unmasked)
A Hunter’s Heart
A Hunter’s Choice
A Hunter’s Challenge
Perfect Three
Daemons Are Forever
Build A Love
Whipped Delights
Craving Her Master
Melting Her Dom’s Heart
An Artist’s Kiss

An Artist’s Kiss by Suzy Shearer - He's The Only Man Who Can Satisfy Her Dark Desires #Erotic #Rubinesque #Romance #BDSM #MF

When artist Gabriel Milford, 47 wanted a plus-sized mature model he never expected to find the love of his life. Now he just needs to convince Isabella Coburn, 50 that they were meant to be together.

But Isabella has a terrible secret, a secret dark desire that she’s spent her life trying to ignore.

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Isabella Coburn, 50 left the nude modeling world years ago but Gabriel Milford, 47, needs a rubinesque older woman to pose for him. He's determined Issie will pose for him but she's equally determined not to.

Determined to win her over Gabriel does it the wrong way - he attempts blackmail then by forces his attentions on her. It’s only when she tries to sneak into his property that she finally agrees.

Isabella has had a secret since she was 19. One that she's only shared with one other person who treated her like she had the plague when she confessed it. Since then she considers herself perverted, sick, swearing off any involvement.

Now she’s running scared - she’s met the one man who makes her dark desires clamor to be free - desires that Gabriel would be only too willing to satisfy.

Can Gabriel convince her that she isn’t perverted? Will she finally accept who she is or will she continue to shun happiness the way she has for the past twenty years?

[Siren Sensations: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, HEA]
A Siren Erotic Romance

STORY EXCERPT:  

Grimacing, Gabriel looked at the brush in his very paint-stained hands then angrily turned back to glare ferociously at Ian. 

“What do you mean, you haven’t been able to get a model? There’s got to be thousands of women out there who pose,” he growled.

“True, but you said you wanted an older woman and most women models that age are just not plus-sized.”

Furiously Gabriel snarled loudly, “Well, find one!” 

“Calm down, Gabriel. I’ve contacted Erica Jones’ agency. We’ve used her agency before although I’ve never actually met her. She’s got plus-sized models on her books but I think they’re in their twenties and thirties. Still, she said she might have or might know someone.”

“I don’t want someone young, Ian,” Gabriel snapped, sick of telling Ian the same thing over and over. “I told you I want someone in their forties or even older. I don’t care if she’s in her late sixties or seventies. I want a woman with character, a woman who’s lived.”

“Okay, okay. I get the picture!”

Gabriel threw down the paintbrush and, stomping angrily across to his easel, he tried to look critically at the painting as he fumed on Ian’s unsuccessful search. Surely it shouldn’t be this hard to find one damn model! Ignoring Ian for the moment, he turned his attention back to the huge canvas in front of him. 

A foreshortened figure of a gaunt naked man, lying on his back with his head toward the viewer, filled the painting. Even though the strokes were broad and heavy there was still a slight softness about the work that created a sympathetic feel. The haunted face appeared as if the man were in pain. Maybe from being stretched out or maybe he was ill or tortured. Whatever the reason, it drew the viewer immediately and they felt the same hurt, the same agony. It was an uncomfortable piece but it certainly demanded attention.

There wasn’t much work left to do on it and he really wanted to get started on the female nude. He took a deep breath, inhaling the aromas of paint, linseed oil, and turpentine. 

Without turning, Gabriel said gruffly, “Just find someone, Ian.”

“I will. For goodness’ sake, Gabe, relax,” Ian snapped a retort.

Surprised at the exasperated tone in Ian’s voice, Gabriel turned back and really looked at the man who was both friend and agent. Gabriel saw with surprise that Ian looked very upset but was still trying to calm Gabriel down. Ruefully he realised at once Ian would be doing everything he could to satisfy Gabriel’s request. 

They’d been friends for so long, ever since Gabriel started making his name in the art world. It was then he’d realised he’d need an agent and found Ian’s agency. Ian worked with the three “As”—artists, actors, and authors. Gabriel knew how hard Ian worked to satisfy his clients. Now Gabriel felt awful for yelling and complaining.

“I’m sorry. It’s just I get caught up and…”

Ian sighed loudly. 

“I know, Gabriel. Believe it or not, I do understand. Let’s face it, I’ve seen you working for years so I know a little of what goes on inside that thick head of yours.” He smiled to take the sting out of his words. “Just when were you planning on starting the nude?”

Gabriel looked back at the vast painting.

“This…” He pointed to the canvas. “It’s really finished. I just want to touch up a few areas so maybe next week. The client wants this ready in three weeks so I’m ahead of time. Anyway, I want to get plenty of sketches down on the female nude so I can decide exactly on the pose and size. Until I have a model, I really don’t know the pose.”

He hoped Ian could understand the frustration he felt. His mind was filled with dozens of ideas but until he had an actual woman in front of him he wouldn’t be able to decide. The pose would really depend on the woman, how the play of light and shadows affected her body, even the woman’s personality would play into his ideas.

“I’m meeting Erica Saturday night, a party with a few million people, anyway hopefully she tells me she’s found someone.”

“Thanks, Ian.” 

“If she doesn’t have a model then there’s a good chance she’ll know an agency that might be able to help. Don’t worry, Gabe, I’ll find her for you.”

“Sorry I got angry. I know you’re doing your best.” 

Gabriel reached out a hand to Ian as a peace offering.

© Suzy Shearer 2016

ADULT EXCERPT:

“Bedroom.”

She almost staggered up the stairs and led him along until turning into her bedroom. Making her stand still, he undid a few more buttons on her dress and then untied one hand so he could remove it and her bra. Once she was naked he looked around the room. There was another scarf hanging behind the door.

“Bend over.”

When she complied he moved her until she could rest her head and shoulders on the bed then he tied one hand to her ankle with the shawl then took the other scarf to do the same with the other side.

“Mmm, what a delightful view.”

Her wet shiny cunt beckoned him as he forced her legs apart. Before she could react he slapped her arse hard. Her quick intake of breath showed him it was exciting to her. With another slap to the other cheek she wriggled into it. Gabriel felt he could hit harder with the next couple and was rewarded with her moans of pleasure.

A ragged “more” was all she could manage.

Once her arse was nicely pinked from a dozen or so slaps he bent forward and bit.

“Argh… yes!” she shouted out with pleasure.

Using his fingers he reached under and pinched her breasts while biting down on her cheeks. She moaned, moving against his mouth, wanting more. Gabriel was over the moon. To meet this beautiful woman who liked things dark and hard like he did. He hoped she would let him show her more.

“What’s the word to make me stop, Issie?” he whispered in her ear.

“Red,” she gasped.

Smacking her bottom a few more times, he knelt then worked his fingers up and down her slit, spreading her hot juices between her clit and her rosy arsehole. With one hand he pinched her clit while the other began rubbing her rosette. He pushed a couple of fingers into her cunt while his thumb kept teasing at the hard nub of her clit. 

When he felt her press against his hand he pushed his thumb into her arsehole. She gave a little groan of pain but he didn’t stop as he pushed it deep. Continuing to fuck her with his fingers, he kept moving his thumb in and out. With his face against her arse cheek, he bit down when he felt her muscles begin to contract.

Fucking her arse, her cunt and biting was all she needed. She screamed loud and he felt her orgasm pulsate through his fingers. It got him hard again so he withdrew his hands and pulled off his shoes, socks, and pants. Rummaging in his pocket, he got another condom then tore off his shirt. After rolling the condom on he gave her arse another hard smack then put his palm down on her back.

Roughly he pushed his cock into her cunt. Pumping in and out, he put one hand around her body so he could pull and press against her clit. 

“Push against me, Issie, push hard.”

His cock felt so snug inside her. It felt like his dick was wrapped in a tight velvet glove as he felt her move back against him as he thrust in. He slammed forward, his balls slapping against her skin. Soon they were dancing together as he fucked that sexy cunt of hers.

“When you come I’m going to bite very hard,” he warned. 

She grunted. He tweaked her clit and thrust in roughly and could feel her begin to tighten her muscles as her climax grew near. As soon as he felt it start he bit down hard on one rosy cheek at the same time he pressed her clit between his fingers.

Her screams echoed around the room. They echoed in Gabriel’s head. How could he explain what it did to him? The sight of her writhing in pleasure, her screams, they excited him. They took his own pleasure into the stratosphere. The knowledge that it was the things he had done to her that had her this way. More than just a huge ego-boost, it was almost overpowering. 

As he continued pumping in and out Gabriel felt himself ready to burst so he thrust in as deep and hard as he could, holding her against his cock until he came. Her tight channel milked him dry as the last reverberation of her orgasm began to fade.

Spent, he pulled out and quickly untied her, lifting her so she was lying on the bed. There was a bathroom attached to the bedroom so he used it and found a cloth to clean Isabella with. 

She lay curled up on the bed and let him wash her. When he returned from the bathroom the second time he gathered her in his arms and settled them in the bed, pulling the warm quilt over them both.

“Beautiful Issie,” he murmured. “You’re so wonderful.”

© Suzy Shearer 2016

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Best-selling and Award winning author Suzy Shearer writes contemporary and paranormal erotic romances filled with mature and interesting characters. Her books have consistently reached her publisher's Best Seller list with several reaching # 1.  Her book Build A Love was runner-up in the Ménage category in the Easy Chair Bookshop's Fiction competition 2015 and A Hunter's Heart was runner-up in the Series Category. 

Single, Suzy lives in the Western Suburbs of Sydney Australia with one very spoilt dog and two equally spoilt cats keeping her company. 

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Is It Time For Harriet To Take A Chance On Love? Build A Love by Suzy Shearer.

BLURB

Harriet Kempton has spent the last twelve years of her life being an Ice Queen to protect her heart. Stabbed, raped, and left for dead, she can no longer trust any man.

She is shocked when she meets two handsome builders, Bryan Garrett and Marco Campione. Harry feels an instant attraction to them both and wonders if it’s time to take a chance on love again.

But can she get over her past and move on? Even more important—can she accept a relationship with not one but two men? Two men who have a loving sexual relationship with each other but want Harry to complete them.

Harry has a demon to fight if she has any chance of future happiness. Will these men stand alongside her and help her or will her past be too much for them to handle?

Note: This book is written in first-person point of view.

A Siren Erotic Romance



STORY EXCERPT 

Great! This was not going well. I went to stand and he held his hand out for me. I did not want to appear rude so I took it. He pulled me up close to him and held onto my hand a little longer than necessary.

“Okay. I’ll just write all this up so it’s clear.”

He looked around for somewhere to sit. The two office chairs were covered in piles of papers, I was trying to move things before the work started. There was a chaise longue that I used, often with my nudes, that was clear except for a cushion so he sat there. Bryan pushed the cushion closer to the end and I gave a start when I saw something purple sticking out.

I groaned softly.

I remembered I had come in here with my friendly rabbit last night. I love lying on the chaise, I was intending to relax and play when the phone had rung and I had tossed it on the chaise. I sent a silent prayer up “please don’t move the cushion again” and tried to look relaxed.

Bryan was writing and had not heard, or took no notice of, my groan. He finished writing and looked up at me.

“Can you check this, please?”

I watched in dismay as he reached for and picked up the cushion, throwing it on the floor. There in all its glory was my purple rabbit.

Please floor, please open and swallow me up!

He looked at the rabbit, then me. Picking it up, he handed it to me.

“You may need this.”

I grabbed it off him and tried to shove it in the drawer of my work desk. Instead, it caught on something and as I tried to jiggle it in the damn thing switched on. The more I tried the worse things got. In the end, I ripped it out of the drawer, turned it off, dashed into the main house and threw it on the counter.

Taking a deep breath to compose myself, I walked back into the studio. He was almost bent double with laughter. I have never been so embarrassed in my life. Bryan looked up at me and tried hard to look professional. I gritted my teeth and asked him if there was anything else he needed from me.

“No, but I’m available if you need anything from me.”

My blush got deeper as I realised what he was offering. He stood and my eyes were drawn to the bulge in his pants. I pulled my eyes upward and saw he was watching me.

I was so flustered, I wanted him out—now! Turning, I led the way through the door. I could feel him behind me. We reached the kitchen, the rabbit sitting there in all its glory. I rushed passed and went to the front door.

“It’s been very interesting meeting you, Ms. Kempton. I’m really looking forward to working with you. I’ll um…I’ll see you on Monday morning about seven-thirty or eight o’clock.”

I cleared my throat and shook his hand. “Thank you, Mr. Garrett.”

The smile on his face was so wicked, I just knew exactly what he was thinking and what his words had meant.

He nodded his head and walked away. I slammed the door and leant against it. Oh hell, that was so embarrassing and, if I was honest, a turn-on.

I walked back to the kitchen. The rabbit looked so innocent lying there. Well I would show it!

I recalled that delightful bulge in the front of Mr. Bryan Garret’s jeans and the sexy glint in his eye. There was no doubt I was attracted to him and unless I was very wrong, he was attracted to me. However, I had no intention of acting on it, there was no way was I getting involved with any man. A quick fuck was all I was interested in and certainly not with someone I would be seeing on a daily basis over the next month or so. But that didn’t stop me from thinking about him. He was so cute and the sort of man that I could learn to quickly love, if I ever allowed myself.

I was leaning against the kitchen counter thinking about him and imagining that bulge. If I closed my eyes, I could still hear his sexy voice asking me if I wanted him to go down. I was rubbing my hands across my boobs, and even through the T-shirt and my bra I could feel my nipples getting hard. With my other hand, I undid and unzipped my jeans.

I would make that rabbit pay for what it did!

I pushed my hand in between my panties and my skin and was just running my fingers between my wet slit when the doorbell rang.

Fuck!

Fumbling, I quickly did the button up on my jeans. I tried to smooth down my T-shirt, my damn nipples were sticking out like headlamps. Moving down the hall, I opened the door to see Bryan Garret.

“Sorry I left my reading glasses in your studio. I wonder…” He stopped and looked down at my nipples, his eyes then dropping lower, and he looked up grinning

I quickly looked down and saw not only were my nipples all but shouting, I had forgotten to zip up the fly on my jeans and it was gaping open. Mr. Sexy Garrett got a good eyeful of my lacy red knickers and bare skin.

I ran my hand across my forehead, tried to act natural as I turned and zipped up my jeans. Leading the way back, I stood in the kitchen as he walked into the studio and picked up his glasses from the chaise longue.

Bryan returned and stood in front of me, his eyes smouldering as he whispered huskily, “I can do a much better job than a piece of plastic.”


ADULT EXCERPT 

Bryan looked at me. His eyes dropped to Marco’s hand and back to my face. I knew my breasts were practically overflowing from the way Marco was holding me. Bryan took a step, closing the distance between us. He cupped my face with his hands and kissed me. Softly at first, then he reacted to the way I was kissing him back. He forced his tongue between my teeth.

At the same time, I could feel Marco kissing the back of my neck, my shoulder. It was an amazing turn-on. Two men both wanting me, both kissing me. With one hand around Bryan’s neck, I tried to touch Marco with the other. Marco pressed his body against my back. I could run my hand up and down his side. Bryan had one hand wrapped around us both. As Marco leant even closer, I could feel his erection pressing into my back. I push back against it. Bryan’s other hand pushed up between us to lie on top of my breasts.

Marco’s thumbs were rubbing my nipples. I couldn’t help it, I moaned against Bryan’s mouth.

Bryan stepped back and looked down at me. I know my mouth was slightly open, my face flushed, my breathing increased. He picked me up and Marco led the way down the corridor to my bedroom. He flicked on the light. My poor double bed.

How would we all fit?

Bryan stood me alongside the bed and knelt down in front of me. He looked up.

“Sure?”

I nodded. With Marco behind me, Bryan unzipped my slacks while Marco lifted my top. I was suddenly very self-conscious.

I knew my stomach and groin were laced with old scars, stab wounds and surgical. Would they be repulsed by them? I lifted one foot then the other so Bryan could remove my slacks and panties. Marco completed his task by removing my brassiere. I stood there naked before them both.

Bryan leant forward and surprised me. With his mouth, he traced each scar, each line, each wound, and kissed them.

“You are so beautiful, Harry. You have the most amazingly, wonderful body. We adore it. You’re a hero to us.”

It was just the right thing to say. At that moment I realised they didn’t see them as ugly scars, they saw them as reminders that I had triumphed over evil.

Meanwhile, Marco was working his way down my neck, across my shoulders and down my back. He paid particular attention to those scars on my back. I felt bare skin against me as Marco pressed against me again. He sat down on the bed and pulled me back toward him.

I sat between his open legs. He was kissing my neck and massaging my boobs. As I watched, Bryan stripped off.

Oh my, that man’s body was amazing!

Oh god—that man’s cock was huge!

I wondered briefly how the hell I would ever be able to accommodate it. The thought went completely out of my mind as he came to me and spread my legs apart. Once more, he got down on his knees. This time it wasn’t my scars he was kissing, this time it was a lot more exciting. Marco pulled a couple of pillows and lay back, pulling me with him so I was lying against his body. He wrapped his legs around mine to keep them apart.

Bryan was tracing my wet outer lips with his fingers and tongue. He held my lips apart and dove his tongue inside. I grabbed the bed covers in my hands. Marco, meanwhile, was doing magic things with his fingers on each nipple and his tongue on my neck, sometimes sucking my ear lobe.

I was in heaven!

Bryan had decided my clit needed some attention. He was sucking and biting it gently, all the while he had a couple of fingers thrusting in and out of my hot channel. I was lost. I grabbed his head as I felt an orgasm build. I held him tight as he continued to finger fuck me and suck my clit. Marco was pulling and pinching my nipples as I let out a soft scream. My pussy clamped onto Bryan’s fingers as I came. He kept sucking on my clit until I could bear it no longer.

He withdrew his hand and held out his fingers for Marco to lick. The two men moved me till I was straddling on top of Marco’s stomach. Bryan got off the bed and rummaging in his jean’s pocket

“Damn. I don’t have a condom! Hon, do you?”

Marco looked over at him. “Sorry, babe.” He grinned at me. “Looks like we’ll have to satisfy you in other ways, babe.”

Feeling very brave, I looked at them both.

“I’m clean. I haven’t had sex for nearly two years and I was tested only recently during my usual yearly check-up.”

Bryan grinned, a very sexy grin. “So are we. Our last test was last month.”

Marco caught my hand. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Anyway, I can’t get pregnant.”

I could hear the sadness in my voice as I continued. “The monster damaged me so much that it’s impossible for me to.” I shrugged my shoulders. “I hope that doesn’t make a difference between us.”

I was trying not to cry, trying not to lose the sexiness of the moment, trying to pretend it didn’t hurt. Bryan climbed back on the bed and knelt. Marco was rubbing his hands up and down my arms.

Bryan just kissed me. Nothing else, just kissed me. The pain lifted and I gave him a little grin.

“Sweetheart, you’re talking to two men who live with each other and love each other. Children are something we’ve never considered unless we adopt at some point.”

He kissed me again and then he bent down and kissed Marco.

Now that was sexy!

He sat back up. I could feel Marco’s dick pressing against my arse cheeks. I wondered what was going to happen next. I wriggled a little. He grinned. His hand began to trace across my groin and casually brush against my clit. I was soaking again in moments. Bryan half lifted me and twisted me around until I had my back to Marco. Marco had his hands on my hips and then the two of them lifted me and lowered me onto Marco’s hard cock.

I shut my eyes with pleasure as I gently sank onto his broad, long shaft.

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[Siren Allure: Erotic Interracial Consensual BDSM Romance, with M/M and F/F, voyeurism, public exhibition, paddling, caning, flogging, wax play, ice play, orgies, sex toys, HEA]

When Val Miller meets Erin Gale for the first time he is blown away by her.  Not only is she incredibly sexy, but she is gorgeous.  Everything he ever dreamed of—full figured with very long hair, he loves her wonderful lush curves.

Erin is already half way in love with Val but then the incredible sex sends her all the way.  When Val overhears part of a conversation he is sure Erin is just another woman who wants to make her friends jealous with a handsome boyfriend. 

He cannot face another disappointment being thought of as a "valentine present", so he runs.

Can his friends get through to him that he needs to take a risk with the woman he loves or will he turn his back on his chance of happiness?

A Siren Erotic Romance

STORY EXCERPT

“Guess who is coming back here to the Club?”

Antony and Paul looked puzzled. Fleur already knew, but kept silent as the two men pondered who could be arriving back. Both shook their heads.

“The Valentine.”

“What! You’re joking!” Paul shouted laughingly. “Yahoo!”

“He’s coming back. When?” was Antony’s laughing response. “That’s great!”

Cassie and Lisa looked at each other in confusion until Paul spoke.

“There were seven of us, Antony, Richard, me, Ty, the twins Gabe and Marc, and Val. We were all at school together.” He grinned at the other two men. “We were kind of wild.”

“Ha, that’s putting it mildly,” said Richard.

“Ty, Gabe, Marc and Val all moved away over the years for their respective jobs,” Antony continued. “Val was the first to leave. We called him The Valentine because all the women had a secret crush on him and he was what every woman wanted for a present.”

Fleur spoke up. “They are just jealous. Girls, the man is gorgeous. Tall, forty-seven, dark chocolate skin, amazing body, and with a smile that could have you ripping off your clothes before you could take a breath.”

Richard laughed at his wife and agreed. “All true. In fact half the men in the Club were in love with him, too. Unfortunately, most women only saw him as a gorgeous guy that they could brag about with the friends. In the end, he went overseas because he could not stand the way women saw him as an object and not as a man. He is an engineer and was been working in third-world countries. We all kept in touch, and he came back about six months ago. He has been renovating his home and building up his business so he hasn’t been in contact much or dropped in the Club yet. Still last time we talked, he said he is tired of being alone. He has decided it’s time to try and find a permanent partner.”

Paul and Antony grinned at each other and Paul said, “Slowly, the old gang is getting back together. Anyone heard from Gabe and Marc? Ty rang me a few months back. His contract is up and he said they are coming be back here under a new one.”

Antony shook his head, but Richard spoke. “Last I heard, the twins were down south. Haven’t heard anything from them for a while, but Val has kept in contact with them both.”

Lisa spoke up, “I take it you were all involved in BDSM?”

“Yes.” Richard smiled to himself. “We are all attracted to the lifestyle, and the missing four just as much as we are. We need to find someone for Val.” He grinned at Fleur. “I can see the wheels ticking in my wife’s brain as she goes through all the unattached women in the Club.”

“Won’t he find one for himself?” Lisa asked, but Richard shook his head and the boys all laughed. “No way, that man is so shy! He thinks all women are only interested in him for his looks and 90% of the time he is right.”

“What interest does he have at the Club?” Cassie asked. “Will it be hard to find him someone?”

“He likes wax play, impact play and some bondage, and sometimes he likes to switch. He is also bisexual. We need to find a woman that enjoys some pain/pleasure, with firm, hard limits in place. She can’t be a Domme, either. He is quite definite in his needs and demands the same in his partner. It would not do to give him someone that wants to be tortured either.”

Cassie shuddered and Antony held her a little tighter. “I can’t imagine wanting that. I know what it is like and believe me, there is no pleasure in it.”

“True, it was torture for you, but then, the monster was intent on inflicting pain without any thought of giving you pleasure, and he never gave you any aftercare. Believe me, with the right person it can become pleasurable.”

Cassie nodded, but was unconvinced. She felt Antony kiss her ear.

Fleur spoke up. “So, we need to think about what unattached women are at the Club who would be suited to Val. I am sure I can find someone perfect for him.” Richard burst into laughter and kissed his wife.

* * * *

Five weeks later, the six were talking in the Blue room at the Club. Fleur and Cassie, dressed in corsets and thigh-high boots, were both kneeling in front of their respective partners. Lisa was sitting on Paul’s lap, her kimono loosely opened so he could fondle her breasts while the men talked. Just then, Lisa gasped as a tall, dark-skinned man walked in, scanning the room until he broke into a smile upon seeing the men. This had to be Val. Lisa realised just what Fleur had meant when she said his smile could have you stripping off.

Paul deposited her on the chair as the three men stood and embraced Val. The man was too handsome for his own good, Lisa thought. Richard and Antony both released their subs and the three women were included in the greetings.

“We’ve missed you,” Fleur said as she kissed his cheeks. “I am so glad you are back.” They all sat.

He grinned cheekily at her. “Still with this fool, Fleur? Why don’t you let me rescue you?”

“Hands off, she is taken.” Richard laughed. “But I do have a couple of beautiful women just dying to meet you.”

Lisa was amazed to see Val blush before he said, “I’m not coming back here to be some chick’s toy. I want something serious.”

Richard smiled. “Don’t worry. Things have changed a bit since you were here last. The single women that were man-hunters do not come here anymore, and the screening process is much better now. We only have genuine people, men and women, looking for long-time partners and serious interest in the lifestyle. Took a while to get rid of the wannabes but finally, we have a great mix here.”

“That’s great news.” Val grinned at Paul and Antony. “Looks like congratulations are in order for you two. If these pretty women Richard has stashed away are half as beautiful as your lovely ladies then I am one lucky man.”

Paul and Antony could not stop grinning. They were so excited that their friend was back. They were thinking about the games they used to all play together.

Val spoke up. “I am guessing you have everything planned. Do I get any sort of choice in this?”

ADULT EXCERPT

Looking into his face she said, “You are? Are you sure it isn’t just lust?”

“Oh, hell, there is heaps of lust, but honestly, you are wonderful. I can imagine spending the rest of my life with you. You are interesting, you are beautiful and yes, you excite me no end, but it is deeper than all that.”

She searched his face, nodding when she obviously found what she was looking for. “Fleur gave me your picture a few weeks back and filled me with stories about you. By the time you arrived, I was already halfway in love with you and now, well, let’s just say I am way past the halfway point.”

She blushed as she made her confession but figured it was better to be honest and risk him leaving than pretend. Grinning at her, he lowered his head, captured those sweet lips, and had the satisfaction of feeling her melt into his arms until she wriggled the wrong way and flinched.

“I think I should put some cream on you, just to soothe and cool that cute arse.”

He lifted her from the water and set her on her feet. Turning her around, he saw her bottom was very red, and there were more red marks across the rest of her from his flogging. He carried her into the room and laid her on her stomach, then began rubbing cream on her cheeks. She groaned, half in pain and half in pleasure, as he worked.

“If you behave tomorrow night, I will let you spank me.” He was rewarded with a squirm or two that had nothing to do with his rubbing and everything to do with her imagination.

“How would you like me to get you a drink? But—you have to let me clamp those sweet tits of yours.” The look she gave him over her shoulder said it all, and he rushed to the fridge for juice for them both. He also grabbed some ice in a glass. On the way back, he picked up a set of clamps. He rolled her onto her back, putting a cushion under her bottom. It raised her pussy up and he loved the view. Straddling her, he gave her a mouthful of juice, then put one clamp on a nipple. Once she was comfortable, he gave her another drink and did the other. Gently pulling them until she winced, he tightened them then sat back on his haunches to admire the view: her wet pussy and her clamped nipples.

Grabbing an ice cube, he let it fall between her breasts and loved her little gasp. He left that one to melt and took a second. Slowly, he rubbed it across her slit, watching as she wriggled. Very slowly, he pushed it between her lips and into her cunt. Reaching up, he gave the clamps another tug, satisfied when she moaned. Using his finger, he pushed into her cunt. The heat of it had melted the ice cube, so he pushed in another, and a third he rubbed on her clit. Her body was covered in goose bumps as he continued to drop ice on her tits, clit, and into her cunt. She was moaning loudly and panting, her head thrown back. He tugged on the clamps in rhythm, loving it when she climaxed.

He bent his head to lick her clit and those sweet cum juices. She squirmed as he sucked on her clit, knowing it was sensitive after several orgasms but he loved teasing her.

When he could take it no longer, he held his cock at the entrance. Looking into her eyes, he saw truth and trust. He pushed his dick into her, sliding in and out, revelling in the feel of her tight muscles clamping his cock. While he pumped, he pulled on the clamps, and she gripped his cock even tighter. “I want to come, but I want to come with you,” she gasped.

“I am ready to.” He pounded her cunt hard till he felt her legs start to shake, and she began to shout as her orgasm started. He thrust as deep as he could and filled her hot cunt with his cum, holding his cock deep in her, loving the feel of her muscles clamping it. Finally, he fell to her side, utterly spent.

Reaching across, he released one clamp, sucking on the nipple until she relaxed, then he removed the other nipple clamp. As he did, he licked and sucked it, then rubbed a little ice water on them. They lay wrapped in each other’s arms. Time was unimportant as they shared their growing love.

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