Evan, Evan, Evan. I love the Dom. He will always have a special place in my heart because his book was the start of my comeback after a few years of issues in publishing. And, did he help me come back with a BANG!
Since it is my birthday, yay!, I thought I would share a little bit of the Dom that taught me more about myself as a writer and opened the Harmless Series up to so many new readers.
A Little Harmless Obsession
What begins as a quest for submission becomes an unrelenting need for love.
May Aiona‘s crush on sexy Evan Chambers is a bad habit that should be easy to break. It’s not like he’s ever noticed her. Looking for a safe place to release the reins of control and explore her curiosity about BDSM, May takes a friend up on an invitation to visit an exclusive bondage club—all she has to agree to is a public submission.
Evan can’t help but notice the exotically beautiful May. But despite his success, the dirty secrets of his past whisper that he’ll never be good enough for her. When Evan sees her standing in his club ready to submit to his best friend, he gives in to the thing he wants most—May as his sub. After their session, he knows one night will never be enough. But loving May isn’t easy for a man always ready to take charge. She might like to submit in the bedroom, but she doesn’t like anyone telling her what to do outside of it.
When May insists she’s not in any danger from the person seemingly obsessed with her, she ends up in the sights of a deranged stalker—with Evan possibly too far away to help.
»WARNING: The following book contains: sexy Hawaiian settings, crazy relatives, and a submission scene that leaves the heroine breathless and the hero frustrated. There are toys, bondage, and love scenes so hot, you’ll need ice water and a towel. Remember, it’s a Harmless story, so you know there’s nothing harmless about it.
Evan drew in a deep breath and mentally counted backwards from ten. Just feeling her smooth bronze skin beneath his fingers was enough to make him come. The scent of coconut rose from her flesh. He licked his lips. He knew he had an audience, knew he had to keep it simple, but not since his first public session had he been this nervous. His palms were damp and his mouth was dry. His heart pumped, pushing blood so fast through his system he was amazed he could still stand up straight.
From the moment he’d walked into the room he’d been in tune with her. It happened sometimes with subs. Some basic primal connection where he knew what she needed. It had never been this strong, and definitely not before the first submission. It usually took several sessions. The instant bond he’d felt for May shocked him, aroused him.
It disturbed him enough just seeing her naked. He’d imagined her naked, what man wouldn’t. She had one of those curvy bodies that made most men itch to touch, to explore, but he’d never imagined he would get to see her in the flesh. Granted, she’d starred in some extremely arousing dreams over the past couple of years. But nothing, not even his most vivid fantasies had gotten close to the reality.
The oil added a layer of sheen to her flesh, making it almost glow. Every loving inch of her was golden brown. Pretty, delectable dark brown nipples crowned her full, high breasts. When he saw her bare sex, he almost lost it. From the top of her head to the pretty pink toenails, she was his wet dream come to life.
Evan shifted closer and smiled when he heard her hitched breathing. Good, she wasn’t so immune to him. He’d hoped she wasn’t because it might make this easier. At least for her. For him…well, it would be painful. The joy that came from touching her would be equal to the torture from never being able to quench his thirst for her. This was about her submission, her satisfaction, there would be no completion for him.
He skimmed his hand up her torso and cupped the underside of her breast. His fingers itched to tease, pinch, but he knew it was too early. Stretching out the pleasure, building the anticipation—that made the submission so much more enjoyable for both of them.
“Micah tells me you’ve been researching.” Even to his own ears his voice sounded like gravel. Lust and want had him by the balls. Thank God, she didn’t know. He hoped.
He removed his hand in retribution. “I didn’t ask. You don’t talk unless given permission.”
She said nothing, telling him that she understood. Oh, Evan was sure she longed to tear into him, but her willingness to go through with this was more important. It was that tenacity in her nature that had always drawn him to her.
Wanting to reward her, he moved her hair aside and skimmed his hand down her delicate spine. A tattoo of a hibiscus decorated the small of her back, just above her full, rounded ass. He’d caught glimpses of it when she’d worn shorter shirts, but seeing it completely unobstructed was different. Evan yearned to linger, to trace his finger over the intricate design. The audience above made that impossible. He resented them, resented that the one time his dream would be within reach, he had to perform in front of them.
He rested his hand on her hip before speaking again. “I know you’ve read the rules, but I want to go over them just in case. You do not speak unless I ask. You are under my control. All your thoughts, your actions, your pleasure, are for me to give. Do you understand?”
Her immediate compliance twisted his gut and sent a fresh jolt of electric lust careening through his blood. Reminding himself this was just one act, without the possibility of a follow-up, didn’t matter. His body reacted anyway. He’d probably have the imprint of his zipper on his cock for a week. “And do you have a safe word, something that will tell me I might have gone too far?”
He couldn’t fight the curving of his lips. May was thoroughly modern, but she loved her Hawaiian roots.
With an extra squeeze to her hip, Evan moved toward the toy selection he’d laid out on the table. He picked up the paddle, running the soft padded leather over his free hand. It was one of his favorite toys because he knew from experience it heightened a sub’s pleasure with the minimum of pain. While he did participate in D/s, he didn’t get off on pain. He liked the mental complexities of it, and he liked to tease his sub. Sensations, not pain, were more important to him. Although it varied from sub to sub.
As he approached her, Evan’s heart skipped. He didn’t think he would ever get the image of her out of his head. It would be stamped so deep in his psyche, he would probably dream about it for the rest of his life.
With a deep breath, he continued until he stood in front of the platform. He placed the items on the edge then walked up the steps slowly.
Evan stood in front of her, breathing in her scent. Sweet coconut. Rich, musky aroused woman. He looked down at her oiled nipples glistening under the lights. He didn’t resist the impulse to brush the backs of his fingers over the tight buds. She sucked in a breath and shuddered, her breasts swaying slightly with the motion. God Almighty, he was going to die from lack of blood to his brain. He slipped his fingers up and over and traced the outer edge of her areolas. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as she visibly drew her reaction in.
“There are no rules against showing your pleasure. It will help me understand what you want…need from me.”
He rolled one nipple between his fingers. A low moan escaped. “That’s good.”
With one last soft pinch to each nipple, he released her and unhooked the restraints from the ceiling. Rubbing his hands down her arms, he led her toward the middle of the platform. A crinkle formed above her eyes telling him she was confused. While some Doms got off on keeping a sub completely in the dark, and it did have its place in some training, a new sub needed to know the basics to ease their nerves. Anticipation was one thing, being skittish was another thing all together.
“I don’t like leaving anyone in that position for too long. It’s not good for the circulation, and it really isn’t the ideal position for what I had in mind.”
Evan couldn’t keep the excitement or need out of his voice. He wasn’t sure she could recognize it. His body screamed to conquer, to take her as his, but he knew it wouldn’t happen. It was his job to initiate her, nothing else. The idea that he would never touch her after tonight ate at him He led her down the stairs to one of his favorite pieces of equipment. Shaped like a gymnasium horse, it could be lowered in height and provided hooks on the side for her restraints. He still said nothing, knowing that the silence added a level of tension that would bring her a more glorious release in the end.
Without a word, he pressed on her lower back, urging her forward. Soon he had her bent over, her cuffs hooked on, and her ass in the perfect position for the ultimate viewing experience for the audience. He’d made sure the audio had been turned off for them, although he knew that had not been Micah’s intention. But he wanted music for the two of them, just for them. After he picked out his favorite playlist, one that always reminded him of May, the smooth, sensual voice of Lauryn Hill filled the room. He moved the paddle into grabbing distance.
Not being able to resist, he placed both hands on the fullest part of her ass and squeezed. She rarely wore jeans or pants to work, so seeing the actual shape of her rear didn’t happen that often. Still, it wouldn’t matter after tonight. Every time he closed his eyes he would probably see it. Lord knows he’d dream of taking her from behind. He slid his hands up and over to the small of her back. His fingers trembled and he had to grit his teeth to fight the desire to slip them between her cheeks, into the small puckered hole. She tensed slightly. With one last lingering caress, he moved to pick up the paddle.
“I glanced at your questionnaire.” He rubbed the padded toy over her rear end. “You seem to have a…shall we call it…interest in spankings.”