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About the author:
I'm a mother and wife who spends her spare time reading and writing spicy books. My love of reading and writing has been spiking out of control for the past ten years when I finally gave in and starting writing my own novels. Once I started, the characters and the words and ideas just flowed out.
What inspired you to write your book?
Ever since reading fifty shades, I've been obsessed with the erotica genre. I devour everything I can find, and fell head over heels in love with male subs. Exploring everything out there to read, I realised that BDSM books that focus on the D/s are missing a huge area of male submissives, and those that flip roles. So as a romance writer, I switched genres and the Men on their Knees series was born. Allowing the characters to own, and work in a sex club, means there is no shortage of inspiration for interactions between male and female and mix partners, and groups. This especially gives the freedom to write characters who need and want to explore all roles!
Here is a short sample from the book:
When Jessica laughs at the explanation for the flowers, I know I want to make a move now on the woman who gets my crazy jokes. Jessica places her flowers on the coffee table, and I drop down on my knees at the side of her. I keep my head adequately bowed, so she can tell it’s a sub pose and not merely someone on their knees.
She freezes when she sees me out of the corner of her eye. I reach over for the ribbon on the box.
Joan did a great job in such a short time. Each side of the box has a bow tied with a three-inch-thick black ribbon, and when I tug the end loose and unravel it, Jessica just stares at me.
I might be fully clothed, but in the submissive kneel, head slightly bowed, knees apart, it’s a subtle nod to our positions here.
I take my time turning the flowers until the length of the ribbon is undone, and I look at Jessica. Without saying anything, I take her hands and stretch out her arms as I pull them towards me. I close her palms together, and she lets me.
I sit up on my knees, and she, in turn, kneels down on the carpet. Both of us are in a face-off. I wonder who is going to submit—and take charge.
I start with her elbows and wrap the ribbon around them, binding her arms together and making my way down her forearm. Halfway down, she releases the tension in her palms and flattens her hands together. Her eyes flutter closed, and she sinks into her pose, her ass touching off the back of her feet. At her complete submission, I stand and pull her arms up high above her head with me. She lets out a soft moan, and my dick hardens in my suit pants. Her head is bowed, but if she were to look up, her face would be in my crotch. I want to order her to look up, but I also want to be the one who gets my face deep in her groin first.
Wrapping the ribbon around her hands, I tuck the loose end through her fingers and let her hands fall to her thighs.
She looks down when she whispers, ‘What now?’
‘How do you decide when to top and when to bottom?’ My tone is sterner than I intended, but it’s not one bit playful as Jessica knows it.
She defiantly looks up at me, a spark of indignation in her eyes. ‘Depends on the mood and the partner, I guess.’
‘And when you go to meet your auction winner, what role are you going to play?’
‘I don’t know. I assumed it would be sub. Isn’t that what guys who are so desperate to de-flower a girls ass want? To be in control?’
‘Not all of us,’ I say. ‘Decide on your role, and don’t flip halfway through.’ I lean down and rub my face against hers. ‘Some people can smell that indecision, and they will use it against you. And those that pay for you to be their Domme will only be disappointed.’
‘Are you disappointed?’ she asks me.
‘I just wanted to see if you would sub for me.’
She inhales a breath and clamps her mouth shut. ‘Cora told me you like to flip roles.’
‘I do,’ I tell her.
‘Untie me.’ She stands and holds her arms out in front of me. ‘Now.’
It takes a second to loosen the end of the ribbon and let it fall off her arms. She takes the ribbon from me, picks up her flowers, and goes to her room.