ZS: Hi Nichelle, Thanks for having me here to talk about Forfeit, my erotic romance, and the two characters Cat and Brent :- )
Five random facts about me…
1. It’s not worth talking to me in the morning until I’ve had coffee, preferably two cups, preferably black.
2. I love strong, masculine men who know they can cope with me, think Aragorn (Viggo Mortenson) from LOTR, Daniel Craig as 007, Hugh Jackman as Wolverine, oh and can I add in David Gandy as well, just because…..?
3. I haven’t read Fifty Shades of Grey, I might do one day out of curiosity but my TBR pile is already teetering.
4. I drink wine: white wine, pink wine, red wine, bubbly…it all depends on all kinds of things, like my mood, the weather, where I am, who I’m with.
5. I’m a twitter-holic even though I always swore I wouldn’t be (I’m currently resisting Pinterest because it looks dangerous!).
Five random facts about Cat (and the things Brent teaches her)…
1. She likes to be in control, total control, of everything: her life, her emotions, her men.
2. She soon finds out that being dominated, tied up and spanked can be liberating.
3. Menage is one of her new words, a word she quite likes. She also quite likes being on top…
4. She’s just found out that remote controls aren’t always for the TV and that high heels aren’t just for wearing when you go out.
5. And she now knows that even grown up girls should have a toy box.
And five random facts about Brent…
1. He won’t take no for an answer.
2. He’s competitive and in control, but loyal, fair and very, very patient (believe me he needs to be).
3. He likes oysters, champagne and the finer things in life, but is also quite partial to a day at the seaside and an ice-cream.
4. He’s not the jealous type; or rather he never has been before he met Cat.
5. Oh yes, and Brent has a secret that could ruin everything….
Blurb: Cat’s life is falling apart – her boyfriend’s dumped her, she’s lost her home and she’s about to quit her job. Her boss, Brent, has a solution: become his wife for a year, to help him land a big promotion. But Cat’s had a taste of Brent before, and she knows he’s a bad boy who loves women and leaves them. So she agrees to marry him, but tells him there’s to be no sex. He adds his own condition: if she as much as talks to another man in that time, she must pay, by acting out 12 of Brent’s kinkiest sex fantasies. When she breaks the rule, the forfeit is on: but opening up and letting Brent into her heart, as well as her bed, could be the most dangerous game of all …
But she wasn’t going to just strip and jump in either. There were limits. This was sex, not surrender. She stepped closer; she couldn’t help herself. The instant she did, he knew; he was waiting for her as if he’d been counting the seconds. His hand reached out, cradling her breast, rolling one erect nipple roughly between finger and thumb until it was so large, so hard it was painful.
Sadie had reached up with her spare hand, the other still holding his cock, and she took charge of the other nipple, her touch more delicate, but insistent. Cat gasped and closed her eyes; it was a new kind of torture, and the two different sensations were twisting her insides, making her whole body sway.
‘Take your top off.’ The order broke into her stupor, soft but insistent, and she was powerless to resist. She didn’t want to say no, didn’t want this to stop. The second her top was off he was pulling her closer to them, his hand firm on her bum as Sadie’s lips tightened around her breast. She wanted to object, pull away, she didn’t do girl stuff, but his hand had closed more firmly on her buttock and suddenly it didn’t matter.
This was different to his sucking yesterday; this tongue was long, delicate, flicking, encircling, and teasing her in a way she had never experienced before. Then his hand had moved round, and together he and Sadie were undoing her jeans; two hands tugging them down and she didn’t know who was doing what. She didn’t care any longer as Sadie continued teasing with her lips, easing the swollen breast in and out of her soft mouth. Cat was only aware of a desperate need as a firm hand started to slowly push her thighs apart, as a finger stroked her damp, swollen pussy.
‘You are so wet, darling, so wet. Is that for me or for her, Cat? Who do you want?’
She moaned. She could feel the scrape of long nails on her bum, skating over her cheek and circling her lower back, massaging just above the base of her spine, sending a shiver of anticipation through her as they threatened to slip lower. One long, slim finger stroked the base of her spine. She gasped. She didn’t know who she wanted, what she wanted, and she didn’t care.
She screamed as two fingers were rammed inside her and then he was rocking them, bending and flexing them as he pushed in and out, further each time, his thumb firm against her clit. The touch of Sadie’s fingers just above, sliding over her bumhole, was sending her skittering nearer the release she so desperately needed. Her legs were trembling and she pressed harder against him to stop herself giving way. His mouth was on hers, his tongue insistent, forcing its way into her soft warmth, then she realised her breast had been abandoned, and Sadie’s soft mouth was travelling down her stomach, circling her navel, nipping softly along her flesh. A tremor shook her body as the soft, warm mouth traced its damp path along her skin.
‘Do you want her mouth there, Cat? Or do you want my hard cock deep inside you?’ She let out a moan, a deep moan that came from somewhere inside her. She had slipped her thighs wider apart, willing his fingers in deeper. Then it was his mouth on her nipple, biting so hard she cried out, and she could feel soft skin against hers as Sadie sank to her knees, her tongue burning a trail further down her taut stomach, sending a ripple of anticipation down through her whole body. She was shaking now so much between the two of them, her body in spasms of delight and need, barely aware as he eased her down onto the rug, his fingers still strumming her insides as she tightened around him. His mouth was hard on hers again, pinning her down, forcing her to relinquish herself to the pleasure, and she could feel another mouth on her mound, lips pulling at the soft curls, teasing. A long tongue, curling down, finding her clit as firm, delicate fingers parted her lips. The tongue flicked once, twice, and then she was screaming into his mouth as the lips firmly took the swollen nub and sucked, and his fingers carried on playing inside her as she came with an orgasm that shook her whole body, sending her hips convulsing beneath the tongue, around the hand.
Then the hand was gone, the mouth was gone, and he was above her, his knees between her thighs, forcing his big, hard cock inside her. Driving deeper inside her than he had before, until she could feel his balls against her damp pussy. She slid her hands down the strong, hard back and looked into his eyes, suddenly feeling exposed as his raw desire bit into her. She closed her eyes, wanting only the pleasure, not the pain, not wanting to bare her soul to him.
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About the author:
Zara is a writer and lover of all things romantic, from the sensual to the sexual, who knows that naughty can be nice. She lives in the UK, but whenever she can she heads off in search of some sunshine and inspiration for her stories.
She love sexy high heels...good food....good wine....music...coffee (lots and lots of coffee)... and Italy. All things Italian from the countryside to the culture, the wine to the food...and of course the sexy men.
She's been a consultant, a teacher, a mother, a wife, a lover... and has always been a writer and she'd love to hear from you.
Where you can find her:
Email – firstname.lastname@example.org