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About the author:
Molina Storm loves creating steamy love scenes that takes the reader down a vicarious road of pleasure. She has a great love for the written word and spends most of her time writing, or with her cat Morris and occasionally catching up on some of her favorite television shows.
What inspired you to write your book?
I was interested in seeing a powerful man become dominated by a powerful woman. To play around with the dynamics was great fun.
Here is a short sample from the book:
There were only two types of women in Charles’ mind, dominate and submissive and he hated the latter. Just when he was tempted to leave and forget about everything a tall woman with hard to believe curves walked in his direction. What drew his attention aside from her magnificent face and long jet black hair was her walk. The knee length black leather boots were laced to the top. Her black leather thong had spikes around the lining and was connected by clips to her black leather corset. She strutted with the confidence of ten gladiators.
“Stand up now.” She commanded with no formal introduction, which stirred something deep within his loins. No one has ever spoken to him that way before. He stood hesitantly.
“Keep your eyes on the backs of my heels and follow me.” She instructed, a hint of I dare you not to obey mingling within her words. Charles immediately diverted his eyes to the backs of her heels and he walked in submission behind her. He wanted to look up badly but was afraid of his consequence for disobedience. His heart raced behind his chest and his cock begin to swell beneath his tailored pants.
“Stop right here” he followed the tapping sound near a door entrance coming from a long black rod with feathers at its end. His mystery woman walked into a room and a few moments later called for him to come.
“Have a seat but do not look up until you hear me leave the room, I have questions that you will answer honestly, when you are done wait for my return. Is that clear?” He nodded yes which angered the mysterious woman in black. She rose from behind her desk and stood towering over him. The hardness of her whipping stick pressed against his cheek and down over his neck toward his chest.