RELEASE DAY BLITZ - FALL (NATALIE'S EDGE #2) BY R.B. O'BRIEN
New Release – Fall (Natalie’s
Edge #2) by R.B. O’Brien #EARTG #BDSM #romance #erotica
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betrayal
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Blurb:
At the
edge of trust often lies a little betrayal…
As
Shakespeare wrote, “The course of true love never did run smooth,” and the love
between Michael L. Black and Natalie Smith is no exception.
Having
fallen deeply in love with one another, Michael and Natalie’s passionate and,
at times, tumultuous relationship continues to teeter on the edge of happiness
as they explore their deepest and sometimes darkest desires of games, bondage,
and sex. Michael’s dominant tendencies thrive as Natalie craves to submit her
body and mind to him, bringing her to sometimes excruciating pleasure. Love
never felt so right.
But
their relationship will be tested. Truths are hidden. Secrets are revealed. And
when Michael’s insecurities inflame his penchant for control and punishment,
all the trust and love they have worked so hard to build dismantles itself
within one split second. Will they forgive and trust one another again? Or will
the betrayal leave them on the edge of devastation?
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EXCERPT:
He crouched over me, like a lion over
its prey, his eyes burning holes into my body, looking me up and down,
undressing me, and fucking me with his now black eyes. I couldn’t help but
moan, losing any anger I had towards him. Only lust remained as I squirmed
under his gaze. He rolled onto his side.
"Stand up. Take off
your costume, Natalie. Let me look at you. And do not hesitate, do not
overthink this, or become shy, or let your guilt take over. Obey me this time,
would you? I want to see your body. You’ve teased me enough with this outfit
tonight, don’t you think?"
Oh my god. I had teased
him? What? To think that I had some effect on him, the way he affected me all
the time, was liberating, empowering. I slowly stripped as he stayed lying
down on the rug, head propped on his elbow, staring up at me. I was embarrassed
at how quickly I had lost my anger, how quickly I always lost my anger
around him. Only moments earlier, I was ready to tear into him, give him a
solid piece of my mind. Now, I was dripping wet and at his mercy. I liked obeying
him. Plain and simple. It turned me on.
"Wait. Leave on those
tiny, taunting panties of yours, and put your pointe shoes back on. Get up on
your toes, Natalie, and stay there for me. Let the fire warm and illuminate
your beautiful body."
My empowerment was lost,
replaced with an uncomfortable embarrassment, but I did exactly as he asked. I
finished tying up my pointe shoes, got on my toes with my back facing him, the
fire warming my front, and looked over my shoulder at him shyly. He just stayed
there, staring at me, for what felt like an eternity. But god, I wanted him
more than I ever had before. "You are so frustrating," I whispered.
"I was so mad at you."
"Sssh. No
talking," he said darkly. "Stay right there. Do not move a muscle. Or
I will punish you."
I obeyed, staying on my
toes, tightening the muscles in my legs, my ass. It was beginning to hurt.
"You’re
beautiful," he said simply, barely above a whisper.
"Michael. It’s
starting to hurt. I can’t hold it much longer."
"Good. I want you to
hurt for me. I want you to feel what I felt earlier."
I could feel my body
weakening. I began to shake. I looked back at him, pleading with my eyes for
him to stop, and yet, I loved his control. I had a sick desire to obey him at
all turns. Pain and pleasure always felt right with him.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he
finally said, "Good girl. Come over here." He smirked at the power he
wielded over me. "Lie down next to me on your stomach. Spread your legs. I
am going to grant your wish."
I held my breath, as again,
I did exactly as he asked, lying down on my stomach, inches away from his body.
The cramps in my legs slowly subsided. He turned my face to the side to force
me to look at him. "Breathe, Natalie," he instructed as I exhaled
into his now probing mouth. He flicked his tongue and sucked my mouth. I moaned
and began to grind slightly into the soft, plush rug that tickled my body
underneath it. He kissed me and kissed me and kissed me. There was no other
contact between us. I wanted his cock in me.
"Fuck me," I
begged again.
"Yes," he said,
but did nothing but continue to kiss me, holding my swollen mouth to his with
his hands tightly gripping my hair. I could barely breathe. I couldn’t move.
"Michael..."
He released my hair. I felt
the heavy pressure of his lips against mine. He began to lightly flick his
tongue on my tongue, teasingly, sensually. He was dripping in confidence as he
smiled and licked me endlessly. I had never been turned on like this from mere
kissing. My pussy throbbed, lying on my stomach, waiting in anticipation for
him to fuck me.
He stopped all contact with
me and stood up, slowly removing his jeans to reveal his throbbing cock. He
smoothed a condom over it and saying nothing, he stood over me, removed my
soaking wet panties, and spread my legs wide with his feet until I was sprawled
out completely in front of him, flat on my stomach. I wiggled my pussy into the
rug, and he still said nothing. He didn’t tell me to lie still. He didn’t tell
me to be quiet. He just stood there, agonizingly, over me, as I lay there,
feeling exposed and helpless and full of want and need.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he
got down on his knees and again, just stayed there, tracing his fingers over my
pointe shoes, up my calves over the ribbon laces, as my breathing quickened and
my chest rose and fell in heaving anticipation. I was starting to lose my mind,
panting, squirming, and wanting.
"Please," I
begged.
He slowly rubbed the tip of
his cock up and down my slit, exposing its wetness and I moaned, lifting my ass
a bit in the air to reach his cock. Again, he said nothing, but he thrust his
palms forcefully on my ass and lower back, pressing me into the soft fabric of
the rug again. He held me in place, legs spread wide, as he tickled my pussy and
clit with the light stroke of his cock. I moaned and started to grind against
his cock and he slammed it into me, startling me.
Author Bio and Links:
I
can't remember not reading. Even now, I
constantly toggle between two to five books on my Kindle in all genres. But I have always been drawn to the more
taboo side of storytelling, even as a young adult, from hiding books from my
strict Catholic parents as a tween, to getting lost in the erotic section of my
favorite bookstore for hours as a college student, discovering such greats as
Henry Miller and Pauline Réage.
In my
own writing, which I can’t describe as anything but a “trance-like
compulsion," I like to explore the darker nature of relationships, those
riddled with the reality of insecurities and human folly. I am drawn to expose the vulnerability,
emotional turmoil, and occasional pain that can come from losing oneself in the
heat of passion.
I hold a
degree in English literature and happily reside in the Northeast. I teach
English and Shakespeare by day and write erotica every other chance I
get. My writing comes from some hidden, unrecognizable place, very
different from the reality of my waking world.
I am in love with E.E. Cummings and try to embrace the philosophical
idea of “Since Feeling is First” when I write my stories.
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