His instructions begin in the hotel room.
“Do you have a garter belt?”
“No. But I do have silk stockings that stay up without a garter. Do you want me to wear those?”
He nods. “And your black stilettos, please.”
It’s not until we get in the taxi that he makes his next request. Once he gives the driver an address, he leans in to whisper in my ear. “Take off your panties.”
I am sitting in the taxi in New York City with Ian Blackmon. The Ian Blackmon of Wall Street, Forbes and People magazine renown. Before our chance encounter, I’d never heard of him. Now I see his name and likeness everywhere I look. Before our encounter, I’d never even dreamed of meeting a man like him. Now I share intimate moments with him. Before our encounter, I’d never been tied up and ravished.
Now I am… frequently.
My name is Ella Strong. Welcome to my brand-new world.
Excerpt #1
As he walks, he talks. “Allow me to give you the abbreviated tour. This is the staircase to the second story. This is the hallway. Here’s the master bedroom,” he says as he enters the room and then drops her gently on the bed so that she’s lying across the width. “And here’s the bed. You have too many clothes on.”
He leans over her and pushes her arms up, sliding the shirt up and off; the leather bra, already half off, follows quickly. “By the way, I like the bra on you… but I like it better off.” He grins wickedly and then hooks his fingers in her waistband, unbuttoning, unzipping, and yanking off the pants. He leaves on her panties.
Excerpt #2
“Do you want to play tonight?” he asks me.
“Play how?”
“My way,” he answers, his eyes gleaming.
“Do you mean by going to a nasty club?”
“No, that’s not what I mean. But I do mean kinky fun. Are you in?”
I narrow my eyes, mulling over my answer. “Okay. What do you have in mind?”
“You’ll see.”
He leads me into the shower and we take turns washing each other. I never realized how much fun a shower could actually be before I met Ian. By the time we’re through, he has a huge hard-on and I’m hot enough to make friends with a doorknob or something. The strange thing, though, is he makes no attempt to scratch the itch—for either of us. I’m beginning to wonder if his version of kinky fun involves sexual torment and I have a strong feeling it does.
Lulu Astor is a New York City girl, born and bred. She met her husband at a doggie play group in Tribeca in the ‘90s and together they embarked on adventures, moving first to Chicago, where their first son was born, then on to Santa Fe, New Mexico, followed by Los Angeles, Cali. Eventually they headed back to NYC where their second son made his debut shortly thereafter.
Beginning her writing career with nonfiction, she began writing short fiction (her first love) in grad school, moving on to longer works shortly thereafter. She wrote the Complements series in 2010, and it was published on KDP in 2013. Three and a Half Weeks was initially conceived as a short story but evolved into a full-length (very full) novel as time went on.
Immersing herself in fiction (whether reading or writing) every minute possible, she also teaches writing and literature as an adjunct professor in the New York-Connecticut area where she currently resides. Her books are available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords, and Goodreads. You can follow her on Facebook, Goodreads, and Twitter (reluctantly).
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