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Janelle Oberlin has traveled the world as a buyer for one of the world’s top coffee companies. After taking an early retirement, she decided to return to her first love, and began writing short erotic fiction. She currently lives in London (above a notorious sex shop.) And has dedicated herself to writing novels with passion, adventure, and sex so kinky it could make even the Queen of England blush.
What inspired you to write your book?
Sex Beast was inspired by my love of sex and adventure! I'm a fan of the TV series Survivor. And I thought, "What if I took that to the next level? What if survival for my heroine included sexual submission?" I'm also a fan of Paranormal Romance. So I wanted to add my spin on the Shapeshifter sub-genre.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Heidi gained consciousness as the sun was setting. She found herself lying on her side. Her wrists still shackled. Her arms sore. And her neck tight. Struggling, she lifted herself up to a sitting position. Then surveyed her surroundings.
She was in the jungle. Just how deep, she didn’t know. But she couldn’t hear the surf. And the plane was nowhere in sight.
She was in a clearing. Sitting on dirt. The trees and vegetation limited her view. But one sight that was very clear was him. The gunman. Several feet away at a campfire. Fanning the flames with one of his large hands.
He had also slipped out of half of the coveralls, letting the top half hang down below the waist, fully exposing his torso. The arms were as strong as she remembered. But his chest was even more impressive. Massive pecs with just enough dark hair to give their shape even more definition. Rippling abs, plus wide shoulders and a well-muscled back inspired even more awe.
He was cooking a mongoose on a makeshift spit made from bamboo. Heidi smelled the aroma. And realized that she was both hungry and exhausted. But was this a game? To tantalize her taste buds, but withhold the food? He seemed to enjoy watching her suffer.
As if reading her mind, he looked over and said, “It’s almost ready.”
“Are you going to feed me?”
“Of course not. You’re not a child.”
“My hands aren’t exactly free,” she said.
“Well,” he said, walking over to her, “you can always eat on your knees like a dog.” He laughed. But when she didn’t join in, he became serious again, and simply said, “Where do you keep the key?”
“In my front pocket. The right one.”
He knelt down, and slipped his hand in her pocket. Then, as if he couldn’t find it, slid his hand down deeper, touching her thigh, pressing his thumb against her crotch. Heidi gasped involuntarily.
“Are you sure it’s in this pocket?”
“Yes. I…I think so.”
“You think so?”
“I…” Heidi hesitated. “Well, maybe it’s in the other one.”
“Dinner’s gonna get cold by the time we find this goddamn key.”
He yanked his hand out of the pocket. Then thrust it down the pocket on Heidi’s left. He spread out his fingers. Searching. Touching. He pulled his hand almost all the way out. Then slowly pushed it all the way back in. Pushing the knuckle of his thumb against Heidi’s crotch throughout. She tried to suppress it, but a moan escaped from Heidi’s throat. But just as it started to feel really good, he pulled his hand all the way out, then stood all the way back up, put his hands on his hips, and looked down at Heidi.
“My bad,” he said.
“Wh…what do you mean?”
“I already have the key. I took it while you were sleeping.”
“I’d hardly call that sleeping.”
“I was going to take off the handcuffs. But you question me every step of the way.”
“You’ve got a big fucking mouth. And I’m getting real tired of it.”
“I said I was sorry.”
“Prove it,” he said.
“By putting that mouth to better use. By using it to find the key.”
“I’ve got the key,” he said. “And it’s somewhere on my body. And you’ll have to use your mouth to find it.”
Heidi stared at him in disbelief.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “I’ll tell you if you’re getting close.”
“You want me to put my mouth on…on you? On your body?”
“Let’s make this easy,” he said. “Start with my feet. You can work your way up.”
“Your feet? Look, mutherfu…” And then Heidi stopped herself. And thought it would be wiser to just get through this. And get these handcuffs off as soon as possible. With her hands free she would have more options.
So she positioned herself on her knees with her face at the gunman’s toes. She looked up at him and said, “And just what exactly do you expect me to do?”
“Press your lips into my body. And move them around, up and down and left to right. And when you feel a key through the fabric, bite down on it and give it a little yank. That way I’ll know you found it. And then I’ll take it out and unlock your handcuffs.”
Heidi glared up at him. But he simply shrugged his shoulders and said, “Or I could leave you here locked up for the night. Take your pick.”
Heidi once again weighed her options. Then let out a long breath.
Alright. I can get through this. And the sooner I start, the sooner it will be over.
So she brushed her lips along his tennis shoes. Pushing hard, trying to feel something hard and sharp beneath the material.
“Nice,” he said. “I like a woman down at my feet.”
“How do I know the key isn’t in the bottom of your shoe? I can’t exactly feel it through the bottom of your sole.”
“You have a point,” he said. So he took off his shoes. Then his socks. “But we don’t want to make this too easy.”
He tied the long athletic socks together. Then tied them both around her head making a blindfold.
“There,” he said. “Nothing to get in your way now.”
“But I can’t see anything.”
“You’re in the jungle now. You’ve got to learn to use your other senses. So go on. Back down. Back to my feet.”
And without warning, he used his foot to shove Heidi’s shoulder, knocking her back down, her face on the ground. Then he put his feet next to her mouth and said, “Alright, then. Let’s get back to work. You can start by going over every inch of my feet.”
The humiliation was almost more than Heidi could bear. But the sooner she started, the sooner it would be over. And the sooner she could eat. And possibly escape.
So without hesitating, she started at his toes, rubbing her mouth and nose across them. Then around the foot to the heel. And then the same with the other foot. She smelled his musky scent. Could practically taste his sweat.
Then she worked her mouth up to the hem of the pants, up to the ankles. Then to his knees.”
“Warmer. You’re getting warmer, cățea.”
She moved up higher. Her face pressed into the fabric covering his inner thigh. Then the other thigh. And for a moment, he squeezed his legs, locking her head between them like a vice.
“Good work, cățea. But you’re not there yet.”
He released his hold. Then slowly turned around. And without seeing it, Heidi knew her face was directly in front of his ass.
“Don’t stop now, cățea. You’re just starting to get hot now.”
Heidi pressed her lips against the fabric, and could feel the hard muscles of his butt.
“That’s it. Use those lips.”
Heidi felt the flush of blood to her cheeks. Her embarrassment was almost unbearable.
“Don’t stop,” he said, reaching around and grabbing her hair. Then pushed her face into his ass while grinding his hips in a circular motion.
“That’s it, cățea. You’ve got to get your rhythm back.”
Through the fabric of the coveralls, Heidi felt around the gunman’s ass. Kissing, biting, moving from cheek to cheek with her mouth. Taking in more of his masculine scent. She found nothing but firm flesh. No key.
And her shoulders ached from the awkward position of her bound wrists. She desperately wanted to be free from her restraints. So she pushed her face into his ass crack. Pushing at the fabric as deep as it would go. Using her tongue at this point. Hoping to feel the outline of the metal key. But she found nothing.
Then she felt his hand on her head. And felt his body turn, his butt brushing across her face until it was replaced by his crotch.
“Now you’re getting hot, cățea. Now you’re getting real damn hot.”
Right away she felt something pressing against her lips. Hard. Metallic. Jagged.
“That’s it. Super hot. Use your teeth, cățea. You know what to do.”
Heidi used her nose to pinpoint the metal tab, then bit down on it. Then, with a firm hold on the metal piece, she opened the zipper, pulling her head down, feeling the softer fabric of his underwear as his meaty pouch spilled out of his open fly.
“You’re on fire now, cățea. Don’t fuck it up.”
Heidi rubbed her mouth against the fabric of the underwear. And almost immediately felt the outline of the key. It was low. Close to his balls maybe? She couldn’t tell exactly how it was situated. Or what kept it in place. But before she could ponder it further, he said, “Now the underwear. Come on, cățea. Use your teeth.”
So she bit down on the waistband of his briefs. Struggled with the tug of the elastic. And as she finally pulled them down, she could feel the length of his cock with her nose. She could fully take in his intoxicating scent. And when she reached the end of his cock, and fully set it free, it sprang out from the briefs, slapping her in the face.
“Good girl,” he said, removing her blindfold. And what she saw truly stunned her. It was the key. Dangling from a heavy gauge ring attached through a piercing in the head of his huge, semi-erect cock.
She swallowed hard, not sure what her next move should be.
He broke the silence by saying, “I guess you earned your freedom. For the time being.”
After he just stood there for a while, Heidi said, “Are you going to remove the handcuffs?”
“Where I come from,” his manhood still dangling in front of her face, “a lady has a special way to say thank-you.”
“I…” she said, on the verge of breaking down, “I don’t come from people like you.”
“Yes. And you’re not a lady either. You’re practically a whore, really. A whore on her knees.”
The comment made Heidi feel even more self-conscious. She was on the verge of tears.
“My shoulders, my neck. I’m in so much pain. I’ll do anything. Please.”
The gunman spat at the ground next to her.
“You think I want those whore lips around my cock?”
“The only pleasure I will feel tonight will come from my hand. Although I might be thinking of a dozen ways to violate you. Because tonight you will surely be dreaming of the same thing.”
Heidi stood up. The gunman walked up behind her. And, keeping the key on the ring on his cock, he unlocked the handcuffs, setting her free.
Heidi stretched out her arms. It was a mixture of relief and stabbing pain. She rubbed at her neck muscles. Then stroked her raw wrists.
“Don’t just stand there,” he barked. “I only removed the cuffs so you could make yourself useful. Dinner is ready. And you’ll be feeding me.”
Heidi was about to say something. But the look on his face told her to choose her words wisely.
“Go on, woman. Spit it out.”
“It’s just that, if I’m going to be feeding you…well…I don’t even know your name.”
“That’s uh…an interesting name.”
“It’s my father’s name. And his father’s. And his father’s father. It is the name of the men of my line.”
“That’s all you need to know for now.”
“That mouth of yours again!”
“You will serve me dinner. And be silent until sunrise.”
“Just one last thing. I promise.”
He gave her a look that seemed to say Don’t push your luck, sister.
“I’m not that good with exotic names. Is it okay if I just call you Mitch?”
He slowly shook his head. Then put the coveralls back on.
“Food, woman. Bring me my food.”
Heidi woke up in a sitting position. Her arms behind her. Wrapped around the base of a palm tree. Her wrists cuffed.
She remembered the night before, after feeding Mitch. He’d thrown her a few scraps. Then let her warm herself at the campfire. Then, without warning, he pulled her to the tree and handcuffed her. And she’d spent the night with her back to him. Imagining the warmth of the fire as her skin began to shiver. Closing her eyes. But not able to block out the image of that beast of a man, his muscles outlined by the campfire’s flickering flames.
“Up!” she heard from behind.
“I can’t stand up with these cuffs on.”
Mitch walked around the tree to face her.
“It’s too early in the morning to listen to a woman’s complaints.”
“Then why am I still alive?” she said. “Why didn’t you put a bullet in my head last night?”
“Two reasons. First, I might need you as bait.”
“And?” she said, regaining her usual confidence.
“And,” he said, leaning down, looking deep into her eyes, inches from her face, “when I kill someone, I don’t need a gun. I do it with my bare hands.”
He stood up, and moved to the back of the tree. She heard a zipper, then the familiar sound of metal on metal. Then her hands were free.
She stood up, and walked around to see Mitch stuffing his plump manhood back into his briefs, key still attached. He caught her looking, then finished zipping.
“Keep your head down when you are in a man’s presence.”
Heidi weighed her options. She scanned her surroundings for a large rock. Something big enough to bash his head in with.
But she also considered the fact that she might need his help too. He certainly seemed to know his way around the jungle better than she did. Plus he was still the one with the gun.
Or was it something else? Something inside her that wanted him very much alive. Remembering the embarrassment, but also the excitement of his body. Of his scent. Of the way he invaded all of her senses.
“I’m trained to observe. It’s how I survive.”
“You’ll have to put your life in my hands now.”
“I…I’m still here to bring in Decker and Rolf.”
Mitch laughed. “This is their turf. You’re way out of your element now.”
“They survived, you know. How in the world did they survive a fall like that? What…what are they?”
“Your government is involved in things they don’t fully understand. But they do know one thing.”
“And what exactly is that?”
“They knew from the start your chances of coming back alive were slim. This was a suicide mission from the start.”
“I don’t believe you. Why would they do such a thing?”
“You were bait. To locate this island.”
“And after you found out the truth…they didn’t want you alive.”
Fire raged in Mitch’s eyes. “You dare to raise your voice to me again, woman?”
He shoved her hard, and she stumbled backward. Then she tripped, and fell to the ground. With the wind knocked out of her, she looked around. And noticed that her head had come within an inch of hitting a rock.
Heidi weighed her options. She could obey. And walk on eggshells until the next humiliation. Or maybe…maybe she had landed next to that rock for a reason.
“Well? Are you going to make me repeat myself? I guarantee you won’t like it if I have to repeat myself!”
Heidi slowly rose to her feet. Then walked over to Mitch.
“No, sir. You don’t have to repeat anything to me anymore.”
“Finally. The woman is starting to learn.”
“Yes I am,” she said, raising the rock over her head, then grasping it hard with both hands. “We’re in the jungle now. And it’s kill, or be killed.” She swung the rock down with all her remaining strength. White hot pain stabbed at her shoulder muscles. But she followed through. And the rock hit Mitch exactly where she had aimed it: on his forehead, right between the eyes.
Mitch looked at Heidi. If he was in pain, he didn’t show it. Blood started to seep out of a gash in his skin. And the blood dripped down onto his eyebrows, then into his eyes. But he kept looking straight at Heidi. Was it shock? Disappointment? She couldn’t tell. But the look frightened her even more than his rage.
Heidi threw down the bloodied rock, turned around, and started running as fast as she could without looking back. Deeper into the jungle. Deeper into the unknown. Away from him.