Hello! Thank you so
much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today!
Thank you for inviting me. I love visiting people, and I'm
really excited about His Boss, Her Dom.
Q) Do you have any habits that get you in the writing frame
of mind?
A) I open my laptop. Seriously, that's it. I'm incredibly
lucky, my Dh bought me a MacBook Air because I have fibromyalgia and an
ordinary lap top was too heavy. Mac ( original huh?) goes everywhere with me
(almost) And I can write anywhere. Long haul flights, the study, in the garden
with wine, hotel bathroom…(if it's the middle of the night and I don't want to
wake Dh up), You name it, and if I can sit down and see the screen, it works
for me.
Q) How much real life do you put into or influences your books?
Quite a lot I guess. I like to set books in places I know and love.
That's why a lot are in The Trossachs in Scotland, or South Devon in England.
And I have one set in Hong Kong coming out soon.
His Boss, Her Dom is losely set very close to where I live. Okay, I've
moved houes about, but I know which bit of forest goes past Eva's house.
I find I talk things over with myself, weirdly, I think now, how would I
answer… I don't always agree with myself for the book though…And I'm always
happy to pick people brains. My local postmistress was a great help here.
Q) What are your upcoming projects?
I'm all over excited here. I'm about to sign a 2 book deal
with one publisher, (I'm being cagy until I sign, but it’s so fantastic. They've
said what they want for the first book,it's a Regency called Find The Lady, but
basically I can write what I fancy for the other) and I have four more books in
a Regency Series to complete for Breathless Press. They have the first two
(Moon Curse series) Plus two more of my Diomhair series for Totally Bound. Then,
(yes then lol) I have two other series I want to complete for Siren (The Dommes
of Ballingal and the Wolfes of Kinfolye) And some more Dommissimma for
Evernight. That'll keep me going for a bit, I reckon. snigger
The idea for this story came about when
Evernight Publishing put out a call for a men in uniform antho…
As ever my mind started to race… This was
a result. Not for the antho though…
Jamie, she had to assume it was him, and
not A. N. Other, kicked her legs apart. Something cold touched each ankle,
before her scarred ankle was wrapped in toweling and whatever it was fastened
tightly with cord or some such thing to both ankles. Eva wriggled her toes and
flexed her legs as best she could and discovered her feet were held about
eighteen inches apart. What on earth had he used? Then she thought about the
shape of whatever it was on her unbroken ankle. Her overlong fire irons?
"Such handy, everyday items you can
find when you look," Jamie said, and stroked each globe of her ass. He
pulled the back of her thong hard and up into the crack and did a seesaw
movement with it. It really did feel like the proverbial cheese grater. Luckily
he stopped before she decided it was sawing her in half.
"What a beautiful sight, seeing you
spread out like that. I wonder, puss, if you can lift away from the settee just
enough for me to reach your tits? Try for me."
Bloody
hell, does he think I'm a contortionist? However, it was amazing what a person would try when their
Dom spoke to them in such a way. Eva arched her back and her boobs left the
contours of the sofa back. Ross pulled on each one and kneaded them. Then he
tugged and pinched each nipple so hard, she gasped.
"Color," he said brusquely.
"Green, Sir." Why did he ask?
He knew how hard they'd played on their other occasion together and she'd been
green all the way.
"Good girl, now breathe." The
pain in first one nipple and then the other as he attached something tightly to
each took her breath away. She whimpered. How the hell could she take it?
"Breathe, puss, or cry red. Do it now." He roared out the last word,
and Eva let out her breath in a whoosh.
It hurt, oh how it hurt, but the
invisible string of sensation from her tits to her clit got ever stronger. The
pain morphed into intense pleasure, so much so she shook.
"G... green, oh…."
Jamie removed one of whatever clamped
onto her nipple and she moaned her disappointment. He nipped and tugged the
nipple until she wondered how it held onto the rest of her boob, before he
reattached the instrument of pleasure and pain. "Lean forward again, puss.
Press those lovely tits into the sofa and increase the pressure of the
clamps." Eva obeyed instantly. His deep velvety voice demanded instant
submission and got it.
A hard slap on her ass was her reward. It
was followed by several more, each more intense than the last. Jamie continued
the assault on her rear with something flat and possibly plastic. In one corner
of her mind Eva reckoned she'd never look at her furnishings in the same light
again. She began to fly, and enter that special place where everything morphed
into pleasure.
The spanking stopped suddenly and she
wanted to cry. It was nowhere near enough. She craved her subspace like an
addict craved their next fix.
"W…"
"Because I say so, puss." He
kissed her neck. "And because when I let you go to your special place, you
need time to savor it. Sadly tonight, we haven't got that luxury."
If she hadn’t fallen into the zone so
fast and furious she would have realized that.
"So…now then." His voice was
soft and soothing. "Let's see what we can do for each other, eh, my puss?"
A ripping noise infiltrated her mind, and
her thong left her ass crack. One thong destroyed.
"The next thing you feel in your ass
will be my cock," Jamie said as he stroked each globe in soft circles.
"But first I'm going to fuck your pussy and make you come."
The noise of his zipper was loud in the
room, and then Eva heard shuffling sounds as she presumed he kicked off his
denims. She waited with hard suppressed excitement.
One long finger probed inside her pussy
hole. "Ah, so ready aren't you, puss." The finger withdrew, and her
juices ran down her legs. "Let me protect us. One moment."
She heard a rustle and then Jamie thrust
into her hard and deep and began a fast fucking, which rocked her fastened legs
and made her breasts bump off the settee. The clamps knocked it and pinched her
nipples harder as she moved with Jamie's thrusts. Her arousal filled her like
molten lava and her skin tingled as if she'd been stung. The tingles and stabs
of pleasure increased faster than she'd ever known before, and Eva knew she
teetered on the brink of coming.
"Come now, puss." Jamie pinched
her clit and she screamed, tumbling into a fast and furious climax as stars
danced behind her closed eyelids.
Her legs shook, as Jamie shouted and
shuddered his own climax inside her, and then fell forward across her back. She
savored his weight and stayed still as his breathing steadied.
The clock chimed the hour. Jamie groaned.
"Let me untie you, and make you comfortable in a conformist manner."
Eva flinched as he lifted from her and
her nipples moved on the coarse fabric of the settee.
"Aww, does it hurt? I'll kiss them
better in a sec."
The blindfold was lifted and she blinked
to make her eyes work as Jamie busied himself with her other ties. When she saw
the fire iron she grinned. He was correct. There were very useful items around
the house.
The sprung wooden clothes pegs attached
to her nipples made her swallow as her mouth went dry and her pussy muscles
contracted. No wonder they pinched. She had caught her finger in one once and
it had been bloody sore.
"One second, puss." The air
stirred as presumably he moved to dispose of the condom, and then she was
lifted into his arms. Her nipple, plus attachment slid over his chest and she
hissed at the non-pleasurable pain that shot from nipple to clit.
“Ssh, not long now." Jamie walked
around the settee and sat her down on his naked lap. His quiescent cock stirred
slightly and he whistled. "Sheesh, I'm fucked and my cock is saying ‘again
soon, please.’ It must want your ass, puss."
~~~~~~~
A multi-published, best selling author of
erotic romance, Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband, in a
house much too big for them—their children having flown the nest—surrounded
by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.
She is used to sharing her
life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing
of the scourge of Scotland—the midge. As once she is writing she is oblivious
to everything else, her lovely long-suffering husband is learning to love the
dust bunnies, work the Aga, and be on stand-by with a glass of wine.
Or….
Well what can I say?
I'm growing old disgracefully and loving it.
Dh and I live on the edge of a Scottish forest, and rattle
around in a house much too big for us.
Our kids have grown up and flown the nest, but roll back up
when they want to take a deep breath and smell the daisies so to speak.
I write in my study, which overlooks the garden and the
lane. I'm often seen procrastinating, by checking out the wild life, looking—only
looking—at the ironing basket and assuring tourists that indeed, I'm not the
bed and breakfast. That would mean cooking fried eggs without breaking the
yolks, and disturbing the dust bunnies as they procreate under the beds. Not to
be thought of.
Being able to do what I love, and knowing people get
pleasure from my writing is fantastic. Long may it last.
https://www.facebook.com/rmcallan
(my page)
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Raven-McAllan/e/B00694RHJI/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_11?qid=1408015501&sr=1-11
thanks so much for inviting me to drop by. :)
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