I am so thrilled and excited to have been nominated by Spanking Romance Reviews, for BDSM Romance Novel of the Year. I have some fierce competition, and being just an indie author with no real means to publicize and to promote, I can only hope that those who read and enjoyed the book, are aware of the contest and vote. For those of you unfamiliar with Simon Sinclair and his delicious, dominant ways, I have pasted an excerpt here, and a link to the Spanking Romance Reviews site, so if Simon inspires you to do so, you can cast your vote.
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Many thanks – Maggie.
THE BRITISH BILLIONAIRE BACHELOR
BOOK ONE – EXCERPT
Book Trailer Video:
Flicking off the light he stepped back into the bedroom and sat on the edge of bed, next to where she was resting her head. Her eyes looked up at him expectantly.
“Beautiful Belle,” he crooned, stroking her hair. “Aren’t you lovely?”
“Thank you, Sir,” she smiled.
“Are you happy?”
“Very, Sir. Don’t think I’ve ever been happier.”
“Are you ready to listen to my rules?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied, and silently added, more than ready.
“These are in no particular order, and each rule is just as important as another. When I’m spanking you, unless I tell you otherwise, you may make as much noise as you wish and wriggle as much as you want, but if your wrists aren’t tied you must not put your hands behind you. If you do, you will receive a serious swat with my shoe.”
“Oh!” Belle exclaimed, the sight of his Gucci loafers instantly appearing in her mind’s eye.
“Each time you crawl across my lap, or I position you for a spanking, I will not begin until you say, I am ready, Sir, but you must not keep me waiting too long. If you do you will receive additional punishment. Next. When I give you an instruction I expect you to follow it immediately and exactly. Any questions so far?”
“No, Sir.”
“As I said, every rule is as important as another, but pay particular attention to this; if you are troubled by anything I do or say you must tell me. If at any time you feel my discipline is too harsh, or perhaps not harsh enough, you must tell me. If you feel insecure or troubled about anything, you must tell me. Do you have any questions?”
“I don’t think so, Sir. At least, not yet.”
“Good. There are other rules but those will do for now,” he declared, rising from the bed. “Do you know why I’m going to spank you further?”
“Because you like it and you want to?”
“Well, there is that,” he grinned, walking behind her, “but there’s more. I hold no grudges, but do exact discipline immediately, as you learned, did you not?”
“Yes, Sir. I did,” she replied.
“I also administer maintenance spankings,” he continued. “Do you know what that means?”
“For good measure?”
“Yes,” he said, fondling her bottom, “but there are also tantalizing, sensuous spankings, which you will love, and tonight is going to be one of those. I could have continued with your punishment, but I have decided to be lenient. For both our sakes,” he finished smiling.
This is like a dream, she thought, as his hand traveled between her legs, cupping her sex.
“Oh Sir, that feels so good,” she crooned, wriggling against the teasing touch.
Simon sighed happily as he continued his caress, moving his hand over her backside, then returning it between her legs, cupping and squeezing.
“I’m still waiting,” he reminded her.
“Sir, I’m sorry. I forgot,” she cried. “I’m ready, Sir.”
“This first time you are forgiven, next time…”
Pulling her panties up between her cheeks, he held them tightly with one hand and began spanking her with the other, landing the swats with a light, tantalizing touch, slowly increasing the force and alacrity, stopping when the spirit moved him to slide his fingers under the gusset of her knickers to tickle and tease.
“You’re so wet my dear,” he declared, slithering a finger inside her.
“Oh Sir,” she cried. “I’ve never… oooohhh,” she moaned, as the teasing tip of his thumb circled her clit.
He toyed with her for a few minutes, before gripping the sides of her panties and sliding them down, revealing the sweet, succulent pussy that peeked through her thighs, glistening with its need, swollen and inviting further attention. He pulled the condom from his pocket, and throwing the robe aside, slipped the thin latex sleeve over his turgid cock.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked, slapping her lightly, then running a finger over her waiting, wet crevice.
“Yes, Sir – Yes!” she cried, impulsively thrusting herself at him, the lewd and wanton act entirely out of her control.
“You are certainly enticing,” he said, taking his thumbs, spreading her apart. “Your bottom is so beautifully pink, and your cunt appears to be positively begging.”
Belle was beside herself. Her backside was tingling with a spicy peppery heat, and her need to feel his cock was unlike any carnal hunger she’d ever experienced.
“Please, Sir,” she begged. “I want you so badly. Please, please take me.”
They were the words for which he’d been waiting, and placing himself at her entrance, slid forward with a forceful, slow thrust.
Belle threw back her head, groaning with passionate gratitude. He moved with slow deep strokes, each feeling more delicious than the last, each eliciting a groan of pleasure, each making her want to buck against him, but his hands were gripping her with strength and purpose, making it impossible for her to move.
“Up on the bed and drop on to your elbows,” he said, huskily, pulling himself out.
Quickly Belle scrambled on to the mattress and fell forward, feeling decadent and deliciously depraved as she assumed the shameless position. Climbing behind her, he wasted no time in surging back inside, but rather than delivering slow, forceful thrusts, he pumped her quickly, then abruptly stopped, and with his open palm delivered a series of brisk blows to her reddened behind.
She cried out in startled surprise, but as quickly as he had stopped his thrusting he started again, his hands busy clutching her hips, bringing her closer and closer to her moment. Just as she cried out, ready for her release, he stopped again, his cock buried in her depths, and repeated the zesty smacks
Belle was caught up in a tidal wave of sensation. His pattern of spanking, then fucking, then spanking again, continued unabated. Her bubble was growing ever bigger, threatening to break her into little pieces if it was ever allowed to erupt.
“You have such a spankable behind,” he declared, reigning several hard slaps in rapid succession, “and a truly fuckable pussy,” he announced, beginning his robust plunging yet again.
“Sir,” she cried, grabbing a pillow, “I think I’m going to scream!”
“Go ahead! Scream, and come for me,” he demanded, and feeling his own climax approach, purposefully increased his tempo, riding her forward.
She could feel it, the tumultuous explosion about to materialize, and for the briefest of moments she couldn’t breathe. With one quick jerk, she pulled the pillow under her face and buried her head in the soft, cushiony down.
“Let it go,” he commanded, spanking her with one hand while he gripped her with the other. “Come on sweet girl. Let me feel you. Let me hear you scream!”
She was almost afraid to let loose, afraid she would break into a thousand tiny fragments, but her fears had no say as the eruption hurtled through her body, her pussy walls gripping him, pulsing violently, dictating his own outburst, and he groaned as his climax spasmed through his cock, filling its thin sock with his hot, creamy sauce.
The intensity of his orgasm shocked him. Simon had experienced many sexual adventures and had tremendous self-discipline, but he could not have controlled his eruption had he tried. When the surging tide abated, and his flaccid member slipped from its happiest of homes, he felt weak and drained. Her body flattened lifeless on the mattress, and almost stumbling from the bed he made his way to the bathroom.
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