Release Date: 29 December 2013
Genre: Historical Erotica
Clarissa Stone never thought she had a chance to make it on stage, but a strike in 1907 at the music hall in New York City opens up a door, and she races to it. The path isn't easy, and especially not after catching the eye of William Berling Ferrismore III. Money and power have gone to his head, and he uses that to his advantage, sating his sexual appetite with the women on stage. Clarissa won't be caught so easy, but William doesn't play by the rules. How can she prove her worth as an actress with his defaming ways?
CONTENT WARNING — This story contains scenes of an
explicit, erotic nature and is intended for adults, 18+. Story includes anal
sex (use of implements in the anus as makeshift butt plug toys), bondage, crude
language, dubious consent and a primitive type of Dom/sub arrangement involving
consensual sex. There is mention of rape and abortion—both more than once, but
it is not shown. There is an attempted, unsuccessful rape scene that is
thwarted. There are also punishment scenes with whipping and spanking some
might find offensive, along with violence with fist fights. Characters
portrayed are 18 or older.
Excerpt
“Quiet. Wait ‘til I have you in the motorcar, then you
may speak freely,” he told her, helping her into his vehicle.
“Do you even know how to drive?” she asked when he was
at her side.
“I drive this motorcar the way you drive me mad—with precision
and a punishing force.”
She gulped and took to holding her wobbling knees.
“Tell me now—you will not leave, will you? Once I have
you in my home, you will not desert me?”
“Why would I? Unless you mean to massacre me.” She
chuckled, and it was nervous sounding.
Probably because the butterflies dancing in her
stomach had taken to other parts of her body.
“I mean to devour you, lick you in the basest places
and dig my fingers into you. I think you can withstand it—my cherry girl is
built for my onslaught.”
She sucked in a tight breath, her abdomen caving in
with the action.
“What if I taste wretched and am unflattering on the
tongue?”
He laughed, and it was unsettling how free he sounded
over these vulgar things they were discussing. And why did she want more of
this type of talk?
“Oh, little cherry, how you amuse me. Have you
forgotten so soon I have already had your cream on my taste buds? It still
lingers and drives me to distraction. I want that flavor coated on my cock.”
“Oh, almighty Jesus,” she whispered under her failing
breath.
“Oh, yes, I shall have it, too. Before you sleep this
night, you shall do exactly what I say.”
She gripped her knees harder. They were close to shaking—her
hands were not much steadier.
“I shall not request your obedience—I shall earn it
and demand it. In return, you shall have unending adoration flung at your feet
as I worship your gorgeous body built for my hands to explore. I shall respect
you, find every way possible to keep you happy, but you will be mine, and you
will submit,” he said, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.
His voice was hoarse, and his hands clung to the
steering wheel. The pulse at his neck was visibly racing.
“When you say these things to me—do you expect me to
respond?”
“Yes, but not with words. Those are unnecessary. I
already know how you feel. I can taste it in the air surrounding me. I can hear
it in your exaggerated breathing and in the grip on your legs. You are ready to
drip at my command. And I can barely wait to give that order.” He turned to
look at her, and she froze. “You may use words right now if you wish, though.
So, say it . . .”
“Say what?”
“Say you are afraid of me. That you think me an unholy
bastard. That you want to run right this instant and flee my wicked presence
and salty tongue.” He turned his head back to the road, but she could still
feel him watching her out of the side of his eye.
“If I said any of those things, would you believe
them? And would it even matter? It is not as if you would take me back home,”
she said.
The car jolted to a stop. He turned at the waist and
braced her with his grip on her shoulders. “I will never take you against your
will. Never. I am not about that. I want you to want this, too. I want your
body vibrating with excitement and unadulterated bliss. I will find a way to
get those reactions from you if it forces me to rip my bones out of my body.
That is how committed I am to you.”
She dropped her gaze at his lap. She did not mean to.
Her eyes just went there to his prominent bulge.
“Do you desire me that much?” She kept staring.
“I desire you more than a man should. You”—he
swallowed hard—“will be my unending addiction I shall never break free from.”
My Opinion 3 STARS
** I received a free copy of this book from the author for an honest review**
At first I was unsure of what to make of this book, as I had not read a historical erotic book before.
It has kernels of FSOG in it however, coupled with the historical nature of the book it feels new and different.
Clarissa was just a down on her luck kind of girl with talent and William brought out her true nature. It was a little strange however of how their relationship did not get stuck with the obvious class issue. Even at that age, the big difference in their class would have given them many stares at their relationship.
They went through many events together and Clarissa seemed the strong of the two individuals, standing stronger for her man and for others, whilst William in his own way crumbled before she puts hi back together.
A decent read.
The last thing she ever thought she’d do was pursue her dream to be a
writer since her family tends to keep her busy. When she was introduced to fan
fiction, she realized she wanted to see more science fiction and historical
fiction to fill in the gap with lots of naughtiness thrown in, of course. Her
true passion is creating her own worlds from scratch, letting her imagination
go and take her to another place.
Having recently entered
the BDSM lifestyle and discovering she’s a submissive herself has opened her
eyes to how few stories there are exploring the softer side of the lifestyle.
She enjoys chatting online with others with similar kinky interests and has
advisers in the lifestyle that help make sure her stories remain true and don’t
veer off into outer space. Although aliens probably enjoy kink, too, since they
like to dress in rubber fetish-wear while traveling. At least that’s her
argument for why her new genre she’s created is valid.
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