Wicked Wanton Wednesday has been preempted by the A-Z Spanking Challenge this month,
although I have carved out some time for a few guest author posts. Today, its just me and I decided to go old school with an excerpt from my very first book, Captain My
Captain, published in April 2013 by Blushing Books. In this scene, we go
back to where it all started, with Megan meeting her Captain and literally falling
for him on the spot.
Captain My Captain
Club Decadence, Book 1
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of bright
red hair. Hoping it was Regan, she turned, but was again bumped from behind.
Like a pinball off a flipper, she careened forward, flying headlong into
the man seated at the end of Regan’s large sectional couch. Horrified,
she found herself ass up over a pair of hard thighs, her face planted solidly
in the lap of the woman seated next to him. Temporarily paralyzed
with mortification, she lay there with something hard digging into her right
breast and something cold and wet seeping through her blouse, clear through her
bra.
“Good god, what next?” She moaned aloud. Would this
nightmare evening never end?
Chilled, soaked to the skin, uncomfortable and completely
humiliated, she struggled to get up but froze as a warm hand glided over her
thigh. It slid up and cupped her lower cheek, exposed where her
skirt had ridden up during her fall. Fingers squeezing her ass
snapped her out of her daze as she squirmed and wiggled on his lap, desperately
trying to get out of the most embarrassing position of her life. Unfortunately,
as she pushed up from the man’s lap, her right hand connected with his thigh
where the liquid had soaked his jeans. It slipped, sending her
weight sliding sideways and her elbow dug sharply into his zippered fly.
The hand on her bottom gripped her harder as he sucked in a
deep breath and groaned. His other hand went to her shoulder and he
rolled her off his lap in an act of self-preservation. Although he
was obviously in pain, he still managed to slide Megan down his legs safely,
despite landing in an ungraceful sprawl at his feet. Her skirt rode
up further to bunch at her waist and her thighs splayed wide open as one of her
stiletto’s twisted in the afghan that was draped over the arm of the
couch. As luck would have it, her other shoe flipped up in the air
and she watched in horror as it flew end over end and landed—unbelievably,
spiked heel down—directly on the man’s crotch. This elicited another
groan and a loud “fuck” was uttered by Megan’s unwitting target.
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| Amazon cover, the original sent poor Captain to the dungeon. |
She stared numbly at her unlikely weapon, a red, peep-toed,
faux alligator pump. Swallowing with an audible gulp, her eyes
slowly rose to look at her victim. Poor injured, cursing man. Her
eyes traveled over his saturated jeans to the soaked dark green fabric of the
shirt that clung, like a second skin, to one of the best sets of washboard abs
she had ever laid eyes on. His firm jawline was clenched tightly and
covered with a dark five o’clock shadow, which she instantly recognized. Her
eyes flew up, over the hard line of his tightly pressed lips to the clearly
irritated expression. There was no mistaking the intimidating scowl
of ex-Army Special Forces Captain, Tony “Cap” Rossi or the fact that he was
obviously pissed at being on the receiving end of her unwanted attention.
*****
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