Thank you for having me on your blog today, Katherine! Long in gestation (heh), Expecting Surrender is finally complete and published. This book is something I haven’t see much of, which is an exploration of how a married couple navigate their increasingly intense D/s dynamic with the joys — and difficulties — of pregnancy. I hope your readers will have a look at it;)
Read on for the description, excerpt and buy links. Thanks again!
They’d called it The Game. An intriguing truth or dare, a little spice to an already hot sexual chemistry between two married professionals. But what started as a mere game evolved into something so much more, a dark, exciting adventure into serious power exchange. It soon became the center of their lives, the beating, lust-fueled heart of their sexual relationship.
It was an exploration of pleasure, of pain, of elemental desire. A married couple diving deep into the waters of Dominance and submission. Like forbidden fruit, The Game had opened their eyes to the primal drives, the animal lusts lurking within each of them — and they knew they’d never be the same again.
Then came the day she’d received the surprise news… in the form of a positive pregnancy test.
Now Keihl and Kirsten, deeply in love, facing a profound, joyful change in their lives, must contemplate the prospect of putting aside The Game, just when things are really heating up. After all, pregnancy and BDSM are utterly incompatible. Right?
Or was there a way to have both? Perhaps Kirsten’s pregnancy might open up an entirely new world to them within the alluring, lust-drenched context of a loving, yet strict, Dominance and submission dynamic? Perhaps the pregnancy might change them both in ways neither of them yet understand?
Two lovers will discover if Dominance and submission, if pain and pleasure, and finding the real people they are inside is indeed still possible, now that a baby is on the way…
Publisher’s Warning: Intended for mature readers. 18 and over only!
This is a contemporary MF BDSM erotic romance. The novel contains the following themes: explicit sexuality, pervasive D/s, exhibitionism, spanking, bondage, and other BDSM activities. If such content might offend you, please do not purchase this book.
Word count: 134,520 words.
Page Count: 470 pages
“Come here, Kirsten.”
“It’s time for bed—”
Kirsten gazed at him a moment, then rose, dropping the paperback on the seat next to her, her wine glass dangling from two fingers. She walked slowly over to him, her see-through tee shirt long ago changed out for a cream colored knit top, her long skirt wrinkled on one hip from sitting — and waiting — for far too long. She stood before him, a hand on her hip. He could just make out her enticing perfume, the one she put on only for him.
She sighed, her tongue between her perfect white teeth. “What about it?”
“Did you do it?”
“I suppose if you’d come home earlier you’d have found out.”
Tonight had been one of the nights where he’d decided to up the ante on The Game. But he still wasn’t sure she’d actually done it. Especially when he’d rolled in practically in the middle of the night.
“Answer me, Kirsten,” he said, his voice lowering to a rumble. His cock stirred at the defiance he saw flash in her eyes.
Or maybe she’s just pissed at you.
“I did it.” She gave him a little quirk of her lips. “I just wish a certain someone had been here to appreciate it.”
“But I do appreciate it — and I’m here now.”
“You’re too late,” she said, bending to kiss him on the cheek, then moving around the chair toward the hallway.
He caught her arm fast, stopping her in her tracks. She looked back at him, color in her cheeks.
“Show me.” He pulled at her arm, and she walked backward until she stood before him again, her eyes bright, the wine glass shaking in her fingers.
“I said you’re too late, Keihl.”
Pushing? This is new.
And he liked it.
He’d always liked a little defiance — something his strong wife possessed in spades anyway. As part of The Game though? This was a first.
“Show me.” He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, glaring up at her. “I think you know what’ll happen if I don’t get my way, don’t you?”
Her breath quickened, her little nostrils flaring.
“I want to see if you did as you were instructed. Now, show me.”
She handed him her wine, giving him a little smile. He downed the contents in one gulp, setting the glass on the floor.
Her fingers gathered up the fabric of the dark skirt, exposing the long legs he’d been thinking about while neck deep in reports and state statutes.
When the hem made it to mid-thigh, she stopped, giving him another flash of her eyes. “Satisfied?”
“Not even close.” He reached out, stroking the smoky stockings encasing her thigh, his fingertips easing under the hem. “All the way.”
She gave him a roll of her eyes.
“Next time you do that, you’re going over my knee.”
Her sharp intake of breath told him he’d gotten her attention.
Apparently it was his turn to try something new. He’d only spanked her once before, shortly after The Game had started. It had been a clumsy, awkward affair that left them both laughing, despite his hard cock and her wet pussy. It had been a start anyway.
The skirt continued its slow march upward until the garters came into view. He looked up at her.
Her blush made his cock come fully to throbbing attention, and he spread his legs, adjusting his slacks. Her eyes darted down to it before meeting his gaze.
“Now, can I go?”
“You’re not done yet, and you know it.” He lifted a finger slowly, giving her a cool look.
She gathered the skirt until it bunched in her fists at her waist. The spicy scent of a very naked, and very wet pussy filled his nostrils, his mouth watering. The black lace of the garter belt and the suspenders perfectly framed the nest of dense sable curls tucked between her thighs. He ran his fingers through the silky hair, watching her bite her lip as he gently tugged at it.
“Love these curls,” he said, staring at them, stroking the hair up, then down with the flat of his hand, noting the peek of her bright pink inner lips as they engorged between her plump outer labia. “I don’t understand why so many men like a shaved pussy.”
“I can take a few guesses,” she murmured.
He glanced up at her, winking. “You obeyed me.”
“You didn’t think I would?”
“As late as I was?” He gave her a sheepish grin. “I was expecting a frying pan to come flying at me.”
“The thought”—she caught her breath as his fingers slicked back her hood, revealing a very red, very erect clit— “the thought might’ve crossed my mind.”
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