#WipItUp ~ Domination and Submission

WIPimage12Greetings! I’m Alexis Alvarez, and welcome to Wip It Up Wednesday, where authors share an excerpt from a work in progress or a book that’s already released. Today I’m sharing a piece from Return, a novel that I published in June of this year.  It’s a steamy BDSM romance, with consensual kink and an HEA, although the path to happiness is a twisted and difficult one.

 

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Excerpt from Return

Damián reached up and put one index finger onto her cheekbone, traced down her face along her jawline and smoothed his fingers down the side of her neck. Ava swallowed and licked her lips and something sparked in Damián’s eyes, a flash that left her feeling weak and hot. Damián leaned in; his lips were so close they were nearly brushing hers, but he stayed there and lifted his hand to touch the side of her face and neck. Ava couldn’t stand it. What was he waiting for? “Tell me what you want,” Damián demanded in a low voice.

Desire made her bold. Ava leaned into him, whispering, “Kiss me, Damián.”

Damián moved closer. His hips met hers and she could feel the hard length of him. His hands reached up to frame her face, one on each side. Ava’s heart pounded at the firm touch. “You want my lips on yours?” he asked her in a rough voice. “My tongue on your tongue?”

“Yes,” said Ava, snaking her arms up and grabbing handfuls of his hair, trying to pull his head closer. “That’s what I want.” Saying the words opened a floodgate of emotion, releasing the pent-up desire and hope she’d held back for so long. No longer nervous, she was filled with a newfound control.

Damián lowered his mouth and just brushed his lips over hers. Then he pulled back and bit the side of her neck.

Ava made a quiet moan. “Damián, yes, suck me there,” she demanded. “Please.” Damián kissed her again, and sucked in the same spot, and Ava tugged at his hair, needing more. “Bite me harder!” she urged him. “I like it. Please.”

Damián’s breath caught and his hands stilled. “You like it a little rough?” he asked, and Ava felt as if he were asking about more than the kiss.

“That’s just how I like it,” Ava dared him. “Can you handle that?”

His laugh was low and quick. “Oh, querida, if you only knew,” he murmured into her ear, biting the lobe gently and then harder. “The question may end up being whether you can handle it.”

“I want whatever you have to offer,” Ava whispered. “Bite me again. Do it hard.” Her heart was beating so fast it felt like a blur of energy.

Damián chuckled and pulled his head back to gaze at her, his eyes glittering. “Querida, you like to be in control? Because that’s going to be a problem. See, I like to be the one in charge in these kinds of situations.”

Ava leaned up on tiptoe to reach his ear. “You can be in charge as long as you keep doing what you’re doing. Because I love it.”

“Oh, do you? Like this?” Damián said with interest. His mouth moved along her neck and nibbled, then he worked his way up to her lips. He bit her lower lip, not hard enough to hurt, but still a nip.

“Ow!” said Ava, and then Damián’s mouth was fully on hers, demanding, his tongue exploring the inner recesses of her mouth, gliding against her tongue, thrusting and retreating. Ava returned his kiss, making a slight moan when he moved back to her neck.

“Damián,” whispered Ava. What he was doing with his mouth was a complete turn-on, and coupled with his hard body pressed to hers, she was unable to think of anything except more—more of his mouth, more of his tongue, more of him. This was better than her fantasies. The ache between her legs ignited a tingling desire through her lower body. She wanted to rip his shirt off and demand that he make love to her right there in the parking lot.

Damián made a growling noise and pulled her body to him, using one hand to grab her behind the back and tug her close. He slid his other hand under her shirt and cupped a breast through her lacy bra, found the nipple and rubbed over it, then grabbed it between his thumb and forefinger and pinched.

A small gasp of surprise escaped her lips as the sharp pain faded into a tingling pleasure. Damián drew back and examined her face. What he saw seemed to give him confidence that he could continue; he splayed his fingers across the back of her head and claimed her mouth, and ran his other hand up and down the skin of her back.

Ava shuddered and pushed her chest toward him in silent encouragement, craving his touch. She ran her hands up and down his muscular back, under his loose shirt, mimicking his motions. “Bite me again,” she demanded, running her fingers into the waist of his shorts and touching his stomach with her fingertips.

This was not the way she acted, not usually, but the realization of his desire gave her a knowledge of the power she held over him in her voice and her body, and she burned with the need to exercise it. It was getting a blank check and scrawling in any amount. It was finding out you had the voice of an opera singer, eyes that could see through walls, a sudden fluency in a new language; it was impossible not to unfold her fresh wings and fly.

Querida, you’re going to have a hell of a set of marks tomorrow,” said Damián. “I should stop.”

“I don’t care,” said Ava softly. “I don’t want you to stop.” She would not mind finding a hickey of the Mona Lisa on her neck tomorrow morning as long as Damián kept his mouth on her right now.

In response, Damián pinched her again, and slammed his mouth to hers. The mild pain immediately softened into heat that flared hard in her clit, and Ava pressed her hips to his, trying to close the distance their clothes put between them. He kept rubbing and teasing her with his tongue as he devoured her mouth.

A crazy dizziness surged through her; she was intoxicated with his smell, his taste, his passion. Damián ran his hands over her ass, and gave her other nipple a tweak. Ava jerked in response, and Damián chuckled into her neck, “I want to give them both equal attention. It’s only fair.” Desire thrummed through her body and she wondered if he could feel the trembling.

His upper thigh was so hard under her hand. She reached down and rubbed, right next to the bulge at his crotch, letting her fingers stray over just briefly before moving back to swoop alongside his arousal and then along his waist, up his chest and back down again.

Damián turned his attention back to her neck as she’d commanded him earlier. He sucked and bit, and Ava felt herself getting more aroused. He pulled her by the ass up and into his body, wrapping his arms tightly around her. “God, Ava, I’ve wanted this for so long,” he muttered.

Ava had both of her hands in his hair again, and she wrapped her legs around his to pull him closer. In this position he was rubbing in just the right place, and she moaned louder and admonished him, “Damián! You feel so good. I almost think you could make me—”

Damián swore under his breath. “Fuck, Ava. Fuck.” He slid her down the car and stepped back, breathing hard, his hair messy from her hands, color in his face. He looked dangerous and strong and sexy, and Ava felt forlorn to have his body leave hers.

She was panting, too, and her lips felt swollen from the harsh kisses. She put her hand up to her lips and bit her own fingers. “Don’t stop,” she demanded.

“We can’t do this here,” he told her in a strangled voice. “Ava, if we keep going, I swear, I am going to take you over the edge right here, and I don’t give a damn who sees us. And that’s not how I want our first time to be. If we get there.” He ran his hands through his hair again, turned and swore in Spanish at the sky.

Ava crossed her arms over her chest, wincing at how sensitive her nipples felt from his attention and from her arousal, and blew out a deep breath. “If we get there?”

“This shouldn’t have happened,” Damián said in a harsh voice, hands on his head, his back tight with tension.

Ava didn’t speak. She was still trying to come down from the high of sexual arousal she’d been riding, and as the heat dissipated, she let out a quivering sigh. “Well, I’m not sorry,” she protested, feeling defiant, pressing her folded arms against her chest. “I enjoyed that. And you know what? I want to do it again.”

Damián turned to face her, and his eyes were soft even while his mouth was firm. “Me, too.”

There was a pause.

Ava tried not to betray the sinking feeling in her heart. “So why do I feel a but coming?”

Damián looked away and shook his head. “There are things you don’t know about me, Ava.”

Return is Free on Kindle Unlimited. Here are the Amazon links:

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Blurb for Return

Ava Grimaldi models the hero of her kinky erotic novel on her crush, sexy gym owner and artist Damián Perez, without asking his permission. When Damián finds out, he’s furious, and Ava is worried he will sue her. Damián demands a different payment entirely, though, and soon the two are involved in an intense BDSM relationship of their own.

With each sexual encounter growing more passionate and personal, Ava falls hard for Damián, but is hurt when he continually insists that their relationship is only physical and temporary. He refuses to acknowledge their relationship in public, even though he spends time with his bitchy ex. Eventually Ava has enough of being second best and won’t settle for less than she deserves. Can they work through their misunderstandings and hurt to start again, this time with a basis of trust and love?  

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#WipItUp on Reality TV

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Greetings! I’m Alexis Alvarez, and welcome to Wip It Up Wednesday, a blog hop where authors link their blogs together and all share excerpts from a work in progress or a new release.  Today I’m sharing a snippet from my recent release Dream Girl, which is free on Kindle Unlimited as well as being sexy, smart and funny.

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Excerpt from Dream Girl

The hours fled, but Chloe was fast, too. In the course of the day she’d been to the Colosseum, the Parthenon, and the Roman Forum. She stopped to take pictures of the fountains in the Piazza Navona, gorgeous stone figures dripping with water and pigeons, and the overflowing red flower boxes on the quaint homes along the plaza. Finally it was time for her last sight of the day, the Ponte Milvio.

Because it was a distance, she took a taxi, awkwardly waving her hands and repeating herself when she couldn’t understand the driver, but repeating “Ponte Milvio, per favore,” until he shrugged and nodded.

To her great disappointment, the bridge had no locks. Pictures she’d seen online and in travel books showed great clusters of golden and silver locks, decorated with names and hearts and scribbles.

She had expected locks clustering together and growing upward like moss, locks upon locks, thick layers of locks on posts, golden ivy clinging with the force of a hundred rainforest vines, an advancing army of locks conquering, inch by inch, the drab stone, and faced with the naked architecture and the disinterested trickle of pedestrians and the thick unaware ooze of traffic in the distance, she wondered for a half-second if she’d said it wrong, been taken to the wrong place, gone to an utterly ordinary bridge by the accident of her own ignorance.

She stood in such hesitation that a couple approached.

Ti sei perso?” asked the woman, her long legs perfect and elegant in heels, even over the cobbled stones. Her boyfriend was holding her hand in an easy grip, his smile so mischievous and heart-melting that Chloe got an immediate crush.

“I don’t—is this really the Ponte Milvio? Um,” she fumbled in her brain for scraps from college, “E davvero—questo—the Ponte Milvio? Do you speak English?”

Si, si, we speak English,” the brown-haired young man spoke with enthusiasm and a thick, happy accent. “This is the Ponte Milvio. You are American?”

“I am. It’s beautiful here! I’m just curious. Where are all the locks?” She gestured around her. There were many people walking over the pedestrian bridge, clusters of young men and women laughing and flirting, some couples gazing over the side, but no locks.

The woman made a cutting gesture with her hands. “Too many, too much weight. They worry that the bridge, yes? May be danno?”

“Damage,” appended her boyfriend, nodding. “This bridge is so much history, so important to Italy. The locks are disrespectful to Roman history. So all locks, they remove them last year. There is a website now for fun, to do locks with your love.”

“Oh.” Chloe let out a sigh. “Thank you. I didn’t realize. I thought I could get pictures…” She touched her camera.

The man smiled at his woman and kissed her neck, his lips lingering for an extra second. “Real love, you don’t need the lock,” he proclaimed, and put his arm around her. She laughed, a pretty sparkle, and smiled. “Si.”

They wandered off together, their arms twined, and Chloe looked after them until they disappeared from her view behind part of the stone archway.

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If you want to find Dream Girl, it’s available on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited.

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