I’m Alexis Alvarez, and welcome to WIP It Up Wednesday. Today I’d like to share from my new novel, Myka and the Millionaire, which will release this Friday 11/13. It’s a full-length BDSM romance with an HEA and lots of delicious consensual kink. Here we go!
Blurb for Myka and the Millionaire
Computer expert Myka Thomas is determined to start her own business, and the last thing she needs is a man bossing her around and getting in the way. But Gabriel Chevalier is not just any man, and when the dashing, dominant millionaire makes his interest in her very clear, Myka cannot resist his advances. Stripped bare, spanked soundly, and brought to one shattering climax after another, she soon finds herself both yielding even more completely to his command of her body and even begging shamelessly for more of his masterful lovemaking.
As Myka juggles two demanding jobs, she savors the time she spends in Gabriel’s palatial home. When she is in his presence, surrendering to his firm, loving control seems natural, even when that means submitting to a painful, embarrassing spanking when she has been disobedient. Before she can stop herself, Myka is falling hard for Gabriel, but can she dare to risk giving her heart to a man with so many shadows in his past that there may be no room for her in his future?
Excerpt for Myka and the Millionaire
“Not feeling so bold anymore?” he teased, as she stared at the assortment of items. “Wondering what I have planned? Answer me.”
“Are you going to use – all of those?”
Laid out together were a leather paddle, a belt, a shiny silver butt plug, some delicate but wicked looking nipple clamps, and a few other things that she assumed were vibrator-style toys that she didn’t recognize.
“Yes, eventually, if you let me. Tonight, though? We’ll pick two. I’ll pick one, and I’ll let you pick the other. What’s your choice, Myka?”
“I don’t know. I –“
“Myka. Choose one. Now.” His voice was firm.
“I can’t –“
“If you don’t choose? I will. And it might not be your secret fantasy, yes?”
“Fine. I’ll choose…the paddle.” Myka felt dizzy with excitement. She’d watched it twice, she’d fantasized about it a hundred times, and now she was going to feel it for herself. But oh God, what was he going to choose?
“Good choice,” he said. “ I already promised I’d make your ass pink. You remember that, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered. “Which will you pick?”
“I’ll surprise you,” he said in a smooth voice, collecting up the things and depositing them in a pile on a small table near the bed. “First, though,” and he paused to pull the panties from her wrists, “let’s start by having you undress fully.”
Myka rubbed the red marks on her wrists as he settled himself in a low chair, legs spread, hands on his thighs.
“Take off everything that’s left, Myka. Show me what’s mine tonight. Leave the shoes.”
Myka slowly slid off her shirt, dropped it to the ground. Gabriel held her eyes as she unsnapped her bra and slowly lowered it, and stood there before him, naked except for her shiny heels.
“Nice,” he said, his voice husky. “Beautiful, Myka, you’re fucking gorgeous.” Then he nodded his head towards a chair across the room. “There’s a red tie. Go bring it to me.”
Myka took a step and he shook his head. “Hands and knees.”
“Gabriel, what –” Myka started, stopped as she saw the heat in his eyes.
“I think you know what I mean,” he said. “Don’t you?”
“You want me to crawl?” Myka stood still, her face burning. “Seriously?”
“Do I look like I’m joking?” Gabriel’s voice was light, but his eyes were intense. “You do what I say tonight or you get punished. Are you hoping for a cherry red ass instead of pink? It will be intense for your first time, but I’ll do it.” His smile was wicked, and to Myka, it was also an offer. Did she want the harder spanking? Or not?
I hope you enjoyed that snippet! The book will be available this Friday on Amazon from Stormy Night Publications. Here’s one more excerpt for you to enjoy:
Excerpt from Myka and the Millionaire
The drive back to Gabriel’s house was quiet. Gabriel queried, “You looked different when you came back from the bathroom. Did Jessica say something to upset you?”
Myka hesitated. “No, not on purpose. She’s nice.”
Gabriel turned to glance at her before looking back to the road. “Not on purpose. Tell me.”
“Really, everything’s fine. I’m just a little tired, I guess.” Myka crossed her arms over her chest and looked out her window at the lights zooming past in the dark. Gabriel was silent. Then Myka couldn’t resist. “So why did you break up with your last sub? Rachel?”
She didn’t like saying Rachel. It felt like saying some kind of evil incantation. She was halfway worried that the word alone would spur Gabriel into some kind of belated attempt to win his ex-sub back. It also felt like an intrusion, as if even saying the name were akin to spying on something intensely private.
“Is that what upset you? Did Jessica talk about Rachel?”
Myka shook her head. “I asked her about it.”
Gabriel sighed. “I don’t want to talk about this. I want us to be about having a good time together, yes?”
“Well, I’d still like to know.” Her voice was flat. She wanted to hear it from him—the marriage-readiness, the limits, the bionic ass, the breakup. How would he describe it all? She felt a sort of sick anticipation.
“We didn’t work out.” Gabriel’s voice was taut. “Relationships always end. This one did. Ours will too, someday. But for now…” he reached out, softening his harsh words with a touch on her thigh, “for now we can enjoy each other. We get along well, Myka. Mentally and physically. Let’s take advantage of it.”
Myka nodded, bit her fingernail. “Sure. That’s fine.”
“Myka.” His voice held a plea, but also a warning. “I’d like us to have a good night, yes? Let’s focus on that.” His voice turned persuasive as he glided his fingertips up her leg. “We have amazing chemistry, and why shouldn’t we make each other feel good? Take pleasure while it’s there for us to grab?”
Myka nodded. “I’d like a good night, too.” She took his hand, held it in hers while staring out the window. He clearly didn’t want to talk about it, not yet, and she could sense that pushing the conversation at this time wasn’t going to end well. She tried to accept the fact that he was hers, but only for a time. She had agreed, after all, that first night together.
“What are you thinking?” His low voice broke the silence.
“I was thinking that I like the flare of headlights and taillights in the dark, small flickers all around us like urban fireflies. My mom used to call backups on the freeway diamonds and rubies, and we’d think about gems to make the drive shorter. Even better is seeing the night lights in the rain, when I’m driving in a warm car, going a fair distance. Then it’s pure pleasure to see the other cars winking into existence and out again as we pass them and pass again.”
Gabriel squeezed her hand warmly. “That’s a poem, Myka. Beautiful.” He looked at her for a second but Myka stared straight ahead, trying to get back to a place where she could enjoy him for what he was giving her.
“I was thinking,” she continued, “how I used to want to collect the highway lights into a necklace, as a child; to string all those diamonds and rubies together and keep them. But now I try to appreciate the magic that comes with a short-lived joy. You have to learn to lock the images and memories into your brain and save them for later, like a Buddhist sand painting. I suppose some things are meant to be ephemeral, and their beauty is enhanced by their fleeting nature.”
Gabriel let her hand go, put his back onto the wheel. He started to speak, checked himself. Then his voice was casual. “Have you ever seen a sand painting?”
“Yes, once. Some Tibetan monks were doing a tour, and I went to see them. It was fantastic, Gabriel. I felt moved to do new things after hearing them talk. They made an amazing pattern out of colored sand, so incredible. It was hard for me to understand how they could pour so many hours of backbreaking work into those intricate designs, only to have the wind wash it all away in minutes.”
“Did you ask them why?”
“I did. I asked one monk. And he answered me, and I still remember this: But the design isn’t gone. It’s still here, in my mind, and in yours. If you want it, it’s still here.”
“That’s hard to do, though.” Gabriel’s voice was even.
“Yes. And I still wanted the design to be there, to see it with my eyes! One of the many reasons I could never be a monk, I suppose. I don’t have the patience for it. The insight. The self-knowledge.”
“I could never be a monk either,” Gabriel said, shooting her another glance. “Especially not tonight, Myka. With you in that skirt. Wearing a plug inside your soaked panties.” And like that, they were back to the passion.
“While we drive,” he told her. “I want you with your skirt up and your legs spread again. Touch yourself for me. Use your left hand.”
Myka did as he asked, opening her legs and using her index and middle finger to rub her clit. It didn’t take long for her to start feeling an orgasm coming; she’d been so worked up all night that her body was swollen with need. Except for the conversations about Rachel, which made her feel cold and icky, the entire night had been an extended foreplay session with Gabriel. She moaned, her fingers making wet sounds as she rubbed.
“Fuck, you’re wetter than I’ve ever seen you,” said Gabriel in wonder, reaching over to touch with his own fingers.
He held the wheel with his left hand, tilting his body to give his hand access, their fingers touching and twirling together as they both stroked. His hand was hot and her skin was hot too, and Myka wrapped her fingers around his in a tight embrace. They used the same rhythm to move back and forth, and soon Myka arched her back into their joint touch, thrusting her hips forward.
“Oh, God!” she breathed. “I’m on the edge. I don’t think I can hold it.”
“I want you to come now,” Gabriel told her harshly. “While I’m driving on the expressway, with your diamonds and rubies all around us. Come on, ma chèrie, onto our fingers. Scream it out into the night for me.”
Those words alone were enough to tip her over the cliff, and she did scream out in pleasure as she rode their hands into a breathtaking orgasm. She was out of breath when she came back to herself, her hair wild and sweaty, Gabriel’s hand possessive on her thigh.
“God, that was good,” she said, darting him a look of emotion and satisfaction.
Gabriel took her left hand and brought it to his mouth. “Let me taste you,” he demanded, and sucked her fingers clean. “I can’t wait to get my tongue into you,” he told her. “When we get back to the house I want you naked the minute you’re out of the car.”
And that night when he fucked her hard, making her cry out with pure bliss, she tried to let go and enjoy the moment for what it was, and also to save it up for later, for a future night when she’d be alone and might want to remember this night, this flicker of incandescent joy against the backdrop of an ordinary life.
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