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The Following excerpt from HOT AND BOTHERED is for readers 18 and over.
Excerpt from Python Place 2: Hot and Bothered
Available from Changeling Press.
"Tell me the truth, Pier. Do you enjoy being dominated?"
His question took her aback only because she found that, for the first time she could remember, she wanted to answer a man honestly.
"Well?" he demanded after a moment, his eyes burning into hers.
"I don't know," she said. "I've never actually been dominated before. I've feigned submission to seduce men, but in reality I was the one in control."
"That game is familiar to me," he said and took her lower lip between his teeth. He nibbled gently and ran his tongue along her lip. She tried to slip her arms around his neck and pull him closer, but he grasped her hands and pinned them above her head.
"Like you, I can turn to smoke," she breathed, though inside she felt giddy with desire. He was so strong, his eyes so intense that she felt as if she was melting into the bed. "You can't force me to do anything I don't want to."
He cocked his head slightly to one side, his expression thoughtful. "You're wrong, Pier. I can force you. But I'm not a monster no matter what my bloodline says. If you choose to stay with me, if you agree to let me dominate you, I will give you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams."
Though his words excited her, Pier wasn't sure she liked his attitude. Within the space of a heartbeat, she faded to vanilla-scented smoke. Almost simultaneously he changed to smoke as well, pale blue and carrying the aroma of ginger. He seemed to wrap around her, smoke mingling with smoke. Try as she might, she couldn't escape from him.
Pier returned to solid form and found herself still pinned beneath Dimitri. He wore a self-satisfied smile that she longed to wipe off his face. At the same time she felt more aroused than ever, even if his display of power unsettled her.
"How did you do that?" she demanded.
"Obviously you've never been with a daemon who has fully mastered his powers."
"I've never been with another daemon. The males in particular repulse me," she snapped.
"Funny, you don't look repulsed at the moment."
"Get off me. Now."
His smile faded and his gaze took on a harshness that nearly stole her breath. "If that's what you really want, I will of course oblige. However, please be certain of your decision. If you choose to leave, there will be no second chances. Do you want to stay with me tonight, yes or no?"
"I was wrong about you, Dimitri," she purred. He lifted a curious eyebrow and she continued, "You're not simply arrogant. You are absolutely unbearable."
"Is that a no?"
"What do you think?"
In a fluid motion he released her and stood. He walked to the table, picked up his glass of wine and drained it in a single swallow. His back to her, he said, "Be on your way, woman. I don't like having my time wasted."
Little ripples of desire coursed through Pier and she rose on trembling legs. Hell, she must be losing her mind. She couldn't believe what she was about to do.
Dimitri turned to her, his expression hard yet lust burned deep in his eyes. Wearing only a black corset with red lacings, she approached him slowly. His blue gaze raked her from head to foot and back again. When she stood close enough to touch him, she sank to her knees, her gaze fixed on his, and said, "You thought wrong. While I'm here at Python Place, I am yours to command… Master."
His eyes gleamed with desire, yet he made no motion to touch her. Instead he circled her slowly, like a wild beast measuring the worthiness of his mate.
"While here, you will not turn to smoke unless given permission," he said. "You will trust me to guide our pleasure."
"Yes, Master."
"Don't call me Master. Dimitri will suffice." He paused in front of her, took her chin in his hand and tilted her face toward his. "All I demand is that you speak my name with respect. Your tone and actions are enough to show reverence for your Master."
Pier's jaw tightened. This scenario was thoroughly arousing yet at the same time frustrating. She'd played this game with men before, but never with one who could truly overpower her. The sensation was intoxicating, frightening, something new and exciting.
"You surrender to me completely, Pier, but remember this -- my pleasure is derived from pleasing you."
"That's how it is for us," she murmured, unable to tear her gaze from his. "No one but another daemon could ever really know that."
His expression softened the slightest bit and he nodded, then grasped a handful of hair at the back of her head. Though snug, his grip wasn't painful as he guided her to her feet.
"Stand still," he commanded. "Arms at your sides."
She obeyed, her heart pounding with desire.
For several moments he stood in front of her, his fingertips stroking her neck and tracing slow circles over the tops of her plump breasts that swelled above the corset. His beautiful blue eyes lowered, following the movement of his own hands as they cupped her breasts and gently squeezed. His thumbs brushed over her nipples, stiff and visible beneath their satin cover.
Again his hands wandered to her neck, then her shoulders, never breaking contact with her flesh while he moved behind her. Her pulse raced and she tried to keep her breathing slow and measured so as not to reveal the extent of her arousal. After he slid down her lace shoulder straps, she felt his deft fingers unfastening the ties of her corset. Pier's eyes slipped shut and she resisted the urge to arch her neck in pleasure. He had, after all, told her not to move.
His large, warm hands slid inside the loosened corset, warming her waist and belly, then glided upward to cup her breasts. The sensation of his kneading, stroking hands was almost magical. It surprised her that she, a daemon who had so many lovers before, could react this way to a man. But, she reminded herself, Dimitri Terence wasn't just any man. He was immortal. Unique. Her soulmate.
He pushed down the front of the corset and guided it over her hips and thighs. Squatting, he lifted one of her feet then the other and tossed the corset aside. As he stood slowly, his hands roamed from her calves to her shoulders. Again he walked in front of her and stepped slightly away, a half smile on his full lips. His gaze swept her blatantly and Pier's heart soared.
"You're so beautiful I could eat you alive," he said.
"Will you?" she ventured.
His smile became almost sinister yet incredibly sensual. "All in due time."
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