Happy Wednesday, WIPsters. Are you sick of old man
winter and his ice, snow and subzero temperatures? I sure am. So I
WIPped up something HOT.
From my new release; Sweet Surrender...
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Here's the set up for the scene:
Jessie is stressed and her job is a pain in the neck, quite literally.
Dr. Marc offers to use some of the equipment at his rehab clinic to ease
her tight cramped muscles.
What starts out as a soothing massage soon has her neck pain
forgotten, but other tight achy places might need his expert attention.
Here’s my excerpt from Sweet Surrender:
Lifting
her head, she gaped in amazement as he placed a square electrode pad on her
breasts, near the outer edged of each nipple. “Um, dare I mention, doctor, that
if you’re doing an EKG, those pads are way off course?”
As he
picked up two more pads, he smiled. “This is a bit different than an EKG.
Spread your legs.”
“Uh…”
Anatomy may not have been her best subject, yet she knew no parts in her neck
were connected to what his gaze was aimed at. Something was definitely up.
“What do my—uh,” she paused, “um, girlie parts have to do with my neck problem,
doc?”
“It’s all
part of my multi-focused treatment plan, baby. Now be a good patient and do
what you’re told. Open your legs and say ah…”
She
hesitated, not finding his humor the least bit funny. Her mind reeled as she
tried to grasp exactly where he was going to put those other two electrode
pads, and she wasn’t sure she liked it one bit.
His head
twisted. As his determined brown eyes met hers, Jessie inched her thighs apart.
“Good
girl, but I need you wider apart. I need full access for this.”
Swallowing,
with carnal images playing like a slideshow in her head, she moved another
inch, which brought the outside of her thighs near the sides of the narrow
table.
“Wider, cara.”
“I can’t.
There’s not enough room. I’ll fall off.”
He
frowned, seeing her predicament. “Too bad these tables aren’t equipped with
stirrups.”
She
swallowed hard.
He laid
the pads, sticky side up, on her belly. “Be still a minute while I improvise.”
“Marc,”
she began, coming up on her elbows as he walked toward the storage cabinets.
“I said
be still, Jess.” This was said over his shoulder as he searched through the
array of drawers and cupboards. “Ah, this should do.”
When he
turned, he held a pair of scissors and a roll of Thera-band, the latex
resistance bands they used in rehab for strengthening. He cut a long length and
moved to the head of the table. She twisted, trying to see what he was doing.
“Lie back
and relax.”
“What are
you planning to do with that?”
He
pressed down on her shoulders until she lay flat on the table. His perfect face
appeared over her, upside down. “Are you going to cooperate or am I going to
have to restrain you like we do unruly patients?”
The word
‘restrain’ froze her body and her tongue simultaneously. Her brain on the other
hand went wild with naughty images of herself in bondage. She blinked up at him
and he smiled. “I’m glad the idea isn’t a problem for you, sweet Jessie.”
The next
thing she knew, he’d wrapped a length of latex around her thigh and formed a
sling. He shortened the length, which pulled her knee practically to her chest,
tying both ends over her head to the top of the table. She felt exposed as cool
air wafted across her damp pussy lips, even more so when he repeated the
process with the other leg. When he finished, both of her hips were flexed, her
knees were upraised, and her thighs spread wide, baring every inch of her pussy
from stem to stern. It was like being on the gynecologist’s table, only more
extreme and definitely more intimate as she lay naked—without even a thin paper
gown or a drape—fully on display for his viewing pleasure. And he did—view,
that is—and with great pleasure if the grin on his face could be believed. Moving
to the foot of the table, he came to stand between her upraised legs, stroking
her inner thighs with the backs of his hands.
“Comfortable?”
Exposed,
displayed, vulnerable, helpless, unprotected, all of these words and more came
to mind; comfortable wasn’t one of them.
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The Blurb:
Abandoned by her father at a young age, Jessie Swanson swore
she’d never again depend on any man, let alone someone with Dr. Marc Trent’s
reputation as a player. Upon being assigned to work a shift as Marc’s nurse,
she vows to keep things entirely professional, but when the darkly handsome
surgeon asks Jessie to dinner her promises prove no match for his golden-brown
eyes.
One date turns into another, and then another, and the better Jessie
gets to know Marc, the more his take-charge personality appeals to her. She
soon finds herself craving his dominance in the bedroom as well, and when he
takes her over his knee, bares her bottom, and spanks her long and hard, she is
left blushing and begging for more. But after Jessie learns that Marc’s mother
and sisters are unhappy about their match, she retreats into her work, sure
that a girl who used to call a trailer park home can’t possibly have a future
with someone like him.
When Marc puts his foot down about Jessie’s excessive overtime
hours and her failure to take care of herself properly, things come to a head. Jessie
decides to move on rather than risk losing her independence to a man she fears
will one day cast her aside, but Marc doesn’t give up easily. Will the wounds
of Jessie’s past keep them apart forever, or can Marc prove to her that he is
not only a man she can depend on, but one worthy of her surrender?
Publisher’s Note: Sweet Surrender is a stand-alone sequel to Sweet
Salvation. It is a full-length erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual
scenes, medical play, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material
offends you, please don’t buy this book.
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