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IN SEBASTIAN'S HANDS - a BDSM love story in three acts Please be aware that this excerpt contains sensual content that is only suitable for adult readers who are comfortable with frank language and descriptions of erotic scenarios
I wrote Act One and Act Two of this little BDSM love drama many, many years ago, in the form of two short stories -- Life, the Universe and Sebastian and It's Time -- that appeared in a print anthology. They were fun sex stories, and I thought they were pretty good, but when I came to look at them more recently, I felt they could be better. I gave Sebastian himself a makeover, morphing him into a delicious dark-haired hero with a striking resemblance to Benedict Cumberbatch as 'Sherlock' and also turned him into a much more uxorious kind of master, who decides he wants to marry his beloved sub, Megan. One thing led to another, and I decided to extend their story with a brand new, original Act Three -- The Roses in your Cheeks -- in which the intrepid lovers are now man and wife... but still crazy for their BDSM games. Blurb When Megan meets Sebastian Holmwood at a fancy dress party, she little realizes how her life is going to change. Sebastian is a beautiful and unusual man with an irresistible dark mystique about him. The glint in his silver blue eyes, and the velvet rasp of his deep baritone voice make her want to do crazy things. Suddenly she finds herself longing to play perverse erotic games almost beyond her imagination. She wants Sebastian to spank her, touch her, dominate her, take her over in every way possible... and she knows that with him, the pleasure she earns will blow her mind. Sebastian Holmwood is a dominant master who's never quite found his perfect submissive... until he meets Megan, dressed as Little Bo Peep, and carrying a crook that looks suspiciously like a punishment cane. Something about Megan's blend of naivety and mischief, and her bold willingness to follow his lead, speaks to his dominant soul as a never before, and he knows he won't rest until he's spanked her and much, much more. Amazon :: US :: UK :: CA :: AU iBooks :: US :: UK :: CA :: AU Also :: Nook :: Kobo :: Smashwords Also available in the Delicious Pain anthology - click for info Excerpt "A girl's education should always begin with the hand," he observed, making a steeple of both his hands before him at waist level, and then raising them to touch the very tips of his fingers to his lips. "The hand is intimate. The contact is skin to skin. There's no better way to gauge the effect of a smack, and thus modify the force of the next one." He looked at me evenly, his pale eyes unblinking and slightly narrowed, then he nodded infinitesimally. Like an android, I rose to my feet. Mozart played on softly, but all of a sudden I was in a new and surreal dimension. Sebastian Holmwood could control me with the very slightest gesture, and as he walked smoothly towards the settee, then sat down just a yard or so away from me, I turned to face him, my head meekly bowed. He was lower than me, seated whilst I was standing, but in all things he had the upper hand. "So, Megan Chambers, do you want to understand? Our friends downstairs are woefully ignorant. You know that, don't you?" He reached out, took hold of both of my hands, and then held them in one of his. He let his free hand slide lightly down my hip, tracing its approximate shape through my costume's fluffy petticoats. Sensing that he required it, I looked up and met his eyes, realizing he was a little older, and far wiser, than I'd originally thought he was. I nodded, knowing instinctively what I'd let myself in for, and feeling both fear and curiosity in equal parts. "Good," he said with a thoughtful smile, then let his hand slip beneath my skirt and petticoats. "Are you wearing anything beneath these?" He plucked at the long, lace trimmed mock Victorian pantaloons that peeked out from beneath my hem, then flattened his hand, slipped it upwards, and cupped the rounded cheek of my bottom. "N... No," I quavered as he squeezed. I'd expected to get the costume grubby at the party, and as I'd be laundering the whole thing anyway, I'd decided to be naughty and go without any extra knickers. "Excellent!" His eyes gleamed. "Now lift up all these skirts up for me. There's a good girl." He released my hands and nodded to my Bo Peep dress and all the frippery beneath it. "But..." Sebastian didn't speak, but his cool old-fashioned look spoke volumes. Trembling, I reached for my hem, then hauled up my skirts and held the whole lot in a haphazard bunch at my waist. "Back and front," he specified. I obeyed with a graceless scrabble, and then closed my eyes as he gripped my pantaloons, whipping them down to my knees with one smooth, efficient jerk. "Lovely," he said softly. I could almost feel the weight of his gaze on the curly triangle of my sex, like a radiant therapy that made my hidden folds heat. "Now turn around for me." Shuffling, I presented my bottom, keenly aware of its plump, curvaceous shape. "Perfect." His voice was a whisper and I heard the leather upholstery creak as he shifted position. I was quite disappointed that he didn't try to touch me. "Turn again." I complied. "Open your eyes." Again, I did as I was told, aware that my whole face was one big blush. Sebastian was sitting comfortably on the sofa, his posture strong-looking, his knees spread a little apart. "Do you know what to do?" he asked. The gleam in his eyes was like starlight. I bit my lip. I knew, but I couldn't say it. "Come on. It's easy. Come across my knee. I won't bite you." I wasn't worried about him biting. Amazon :: US :: UK :: CA :: AU iBooks :: US :: UK :: CA :: AU Also :: Nook :: Kobo :: Smashwords Add to your Goodreads reading list Also available in the Delicious Pain anthology - click for info
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