To me, reading is an escape from reality. We all have those times when reality becomes too much and we need something to lighten our hearts. Reading has always given me that, but recently, I was lucky enough to meet a man who was able to do that for me in a different way. He's shown me that reality can be just as much fun as fiction. As a mother, it's important to me to show my son that life is full of surprises and that we must cherish every day we are given. Here's to lightening our hearts!
THE FIRST ORDER [SAFEWORD LLC 1]
Becca Schuler has always fantasized about bondage, but
really make her depraved? According to
an ex-boyfriend, it does.
After losing her job, and with no way to pay her rent, Becca hits a local bar to drown her sorrows. The last thing she expects is to meet a mysterious woman who assures that she can make Becca’s dream a reality. Is there really a company called Safeword LLC that places submissive women with dominant men per their preferences on a simple application?
Knowing she has nothing to lose, Becca fills out the form on www.safewordllc.com. Her placement lands her in the sensual and strict hands of Lane and Ross Ellison, who train her to be their ideal submissive. But when Becca’s fear of not being perfect weaves its way into their lives, she sets out to be just that and unknowingly risks losing it all.
“Rebecca, where are your eyes?”
The surprise of her given name made Becca realize she’d been staring at her dress on the ground. She’d been so caught up in answering him appropriately that she’d forgotten her first instruction—keeping her eyes on her hands. Becca immediately brought her gaze up to where they were clasped together, only to find them clutched underneath her belly button.
“Th–they were on my dress, Sir.”
“And what did I tell you to keep your eyes focused on, Rebecca?”
“My hands, Sir.” Becca couldn’t stop the tremor in her voice. Would he punish her? A stab of fear shot through her. She knew she couldn’t handle pain, but yet she didn’t want to disappoint him. The warring emotions were almost too much to handle and she watched as her knuckles whitened against each other. Becca swore to herself that she’d do better in following his instructions. She didn’t want him to stop and take away these feelings that he’d stirred within her. “I’ll do better, Sir.”
“You’ll be chastised a little later for your infraction, Rebecca. Right now, I’d like you to lower your hands to your sides.”
Becca felt the stiffness in her knuckles as she loosened her grip. She brought her hands down to her sides, not taking her eyes off of them. Becca’s focus made her conscious of the fact she would have kept them tightly closed. She forced her hands to remain relaxed, feeling the pads of her fingertips brush against her thighs.
“Now, I want you to look at your right shoulder.” Ross closed the distance between them, walking around so that he was standing directly behind her. She blinked rapidly, trying to resist the urge to look up at his face. “Tell me what you see.”
“I–I’m not sure I understand, Sir.” Ross’s finger trailed from the curve of her neck, over her shoulder, and down her arm. “It’s my shoulder, Sir.”
“Your shoulders are sensual cambers scattered with enticing freckles begging to be caressed.” Ross brought his hands underneath her mounds and cupped her breasts, lifting them up until she was spilling over his fingers. “Now tell me what you see.”
Becca knew she could do better than just saying the word breasts. He wanted something more descriptive. Unfortunately, his touch was distracting her mind from searching for the correct adjectives. “My breasts in your hands are s–sensitive to your touch, Sir.”
“I like knowing they are sensitive, Becca,” Ross said in a low voice that dripped like rich caramel over her senses. “I see beautifully formed swollen tits bound in creamy flesh. Your taut areolas are soft with miniscule bumps that tighten under the warmth of my touch. Your burgeoning nipples appear magnificent in their eagerness to feel the moisture of my tongue.”
Becca gave a ragged sigh and struggled to inhale whatever oxygen might be left in the room. Ross seemed to have left none for her. Light perspiration now coated her skin. She’d never been so aware of her breasts before and was astonished to find that he’d instigated a deep ache within them. Ross hadn’t touched her nipples, but his words seemed to have triggered a pinch within them that wouldn’t dissipate.
Ross gently released her breasts and brought his warm hands down to her cool stomach. It wasn’t as flat as Becca would have wanted it, and she mentally cringed at what she would say if he asked her to describe her abdomen. She wasn’t good at this game and wanted it over with, yet she’d never felt so aroused. It was if her body had awakened from a long winter’s sleep. How had Ms. Van Camp known this was what Becca had needed?
“Please describe where my hands are, Rebecca.”
“Oh, my stomach, Sir.”
“That’s all you have to say?”
“I–I’m not happy with that part of me, Sir.”
“Then let’s change your view, shall we? I see porcelain skin that is soft to the touch while the slight swell speaks of your fertile health.” Ross stroked his thumb across her lower abdomen, which caused her muscles to contract as well as her pussy. “Your voluptuous curves lead into what an artist would see as perfection, lightly etching your lines to catch the blossoming of your hips. The only thing their artwork lacks is the ability to capture the grace with which you tilt them as you walk, framing your flower between them.”
Becca watched as his hands dipped farther down, suspended right above her bare pussy. Her clit was enflamed, glowing a bright pink, and had been overly sensitive since she’d left the spa. The dampness growing inside her thighs was becoming alarming. If air could cause such a fiery reaction, Becca wasn’t sure she’d be able to cope with Ross’s touch. She was finding it hard not to lean back against his broad chest for support. Ross pulled his hands away and stepped back. She nearly collapsed in frustration.
“Place your fingers inside your folds, Rebecca. Pull them apart and show me your pussy.”
INQUIRING MINDS WANT TO KNOW
Q: If you could spend a day with one of your characters, who would it be and why?
I would love to spend the day with James Calihan, the Chief Security Officer at Safeword LLC! I love his physique, his five o’clock shadow, and his ability to get things done. He intrigues me and his past is a mystery just waiting to be solved. Imagine all of the questions I could ask him!
Q: What is one thing about the publishing world that surprised you the most?
I wouldn’t say that anything surprises me about the publishing world so much as it fascinates me. There is so much goes into the success of a book. From the contracts to the editing to the cover art – every step creates a story that came from me into something that I can share with the world.
Q: What do you feel is the hardest part of the writing process?
The most difficult part of the writing process for me is the edits. It can be very emotional to change something that I poured my heart into, but yet I know that my editor has the story’s best interest at heart.
Q: When is your favorite time of day to write?
I do my best writing in the late morning or early afternoon. I’m definitely not a morning person (unless I’m supplied with endless amounts of coffee) and I’m exhausted by the time evening rolls around.
Q: What is the one thing you must have to be able to write? Winter. I know that sounds odd, but during the winter months, I can write like there’s no tomorrow. I love to watch the snow fall outside my bay window, the fire blazing in the fireplace, coffee in hand, and snuggled on the couch with my laptop.
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The First Order [Safeword LLC 1]
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"This story is the beginning of what is sure to be a ridiculously popular series. It far exceeded my expectations, that’s for sure and is heartily recommended." -- Bella from Fallen Angels Reviews