Beg (Songs of Submission) (Volume 1)
By C.D. Reiss
GENRE: Erotic
Romance
HOSTED BY: Love Between the Sheets
SYNOPSIS
This novella is the first in a series
My name is Monica. I’m a singer
born and raised in Los Angeles.
I’ve stopped dating. When I cut a
record, or win a Grammy, maybe then I’ll be with someone, but every man in my
past has done everything he could to make me submit myself to him, and it’s gotten
in the way of my career. I won’t do it again.
But there’s Jonathan. He owns the
high-rise hotel where I work, and he is gorgeous and charming. I refuse to fall
in love with him, even though when he asks me to submit to him, I want nothing
more.
****GRAPHIC
LANGUAGE, SEX, AND ADULT SITUATIONS****
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Jonathan POV Teaser
She stared up at me with my dick at her cheek, smiling. I
propped my hand under my head to watch her. She
licked me then slid the entire length down her throat. It felt endless. She
took my breath away.
“Where did you learn to do that?” I asked.
“Los Angeles High School of Performing Arts,” she
said. “They taught me how to open my throat to sing. Then Kevin Wainwright
taught me how to put his dick down it.”
She was perfectly within her rights to mention
another man in passing. We were in the middle of exactly nothing. Our encounter
would be forgotten in a week. Yet, I didn’t care for it. Not at all.
“I’d like to thank LA
Unified and Kevin Whatever for this moment.” I said.
A little laugh escaped her lips. “I like you, Jonathan.”
Lots of women had told me lots of things over the years, but
rarely had they made something so simple sound so sincere.
“Feeling’s mutual Monica.” I did like her. She was fun and
smart, two traits that rarely kept company with beauty.
I had her again. I licked her. I fucked her slowly, then
quickly, then slowly again. She was easy to read, with her shuddering cunt and
articulate speech melting into throaty gasps. I pulled her away, until she
begged me for release. I complied, watching her lose herself in pleasure.
************
I woke to the sound of the water pipes humming. Even
new plumbing didn’t keep a whoosh from being heard in the bedroom whenever a
faucet was turned. I didn’t mind knowing what was going on in another corner of
the house.
I found her at the sink, back to me, hair slung over one
shoulder so I could see her neck and the little red mark where I’d bitten her. I’d
wanted to make more, to stamp my feet in new snow, and feel her buckle under my
teeth.
I wouldn’t normally play with pain the first time, but I had
to hurt this one. I had to break the velvet texture of her pleasure, like
running across the smooth sand of the beach just to put your footprints on it,
or getting the first knife mark into the jar of peanut butter, breaking the
flawless swirl with a slash.
And when I’d bitten her, she groaned and pushed herself
toward me, a beautiful, smart, funny, masochist.
“How about another go?” I
asked, my lips exploring the curve of her neck. I slid the dress off her
shoulders, feeling her skin under it.
“Your phone rang,” she
said.
“It’s always ringing.”
She threw her head back
and her chest out, a kitten under my touch. I’d have her on the counter, maybe.
Or I’d throw her on the floor. Condoms were upstairs. Fuck. I’d have to drag
her up there by the hair, or carry her like a gentleman. Whichever made her
squirm more.
The phone buzzed.
Jessica.
“I think I need to take
this,” I said, zipping her back up while she went upstairs for her shoes. I popped
the phone from the charger and went outside.
“Jon.” Her voice, so
collected and in control.
“Is this about the
Eclipse show?”
“I need to know if you’re
coming.”
I sat on the patio couch,
rubbing my eyes. I was tired again. Drained. “You have a career now. You don’t
need me at every event.”
“You’re a major collector. If you don’t go, it’ll look like
you only supported me because we were married.”
“No, it’ll look like I had other plans.”
“I need you to go.”
“I don’t need to look at you with Erik.” I was getting pissed
thinking about it. “Do you enjoy that it upsets me? Does it get you off?”
“You know it doesn’t.”
“I’m not going. The end. Get your kicks elsewhere.”
I hung up.
That was a first. I’d never told her to fuck off before. I’d
have to do it again some time. I leaned back in my chair staring out at the
pool, the surface still in the late summer heat.
My phone buzzed, and I looked over at the text.
—I’ll tell Erik to stay
home—
I realized I didn’t want her to acquiesce. Erik pissed me
off, but her friends whispering that I liked to fuck like a violent offender
were worse.
Which reminded me of the night before.
The singer. One more go.
Yes!
I went inside.
“Monica?” I cursed the size of the house. I heard the rumble
of a car starting out front. By the time I got out to the porch, she’d pulled
into the street.
We’d have another go when I got back. I was sure of it.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
CD Reiss lives smack in the middle of Los Angeles with her
children and husband. She likes to make pretty pictures and write dirty scenes.
She eats dark chocolate and chili, together, sometimes with bacon, and
doesn't care what you think about that.
There are a million more things she could tell you about
herself besides that, but they're all too boring to mention in company.
AUTHOR SOCIAL MEDIA Links
READING ORDER
*SONGS OF SUBMISSION SEQUENCE ONE*
BEG - http://amzn.to/161Jph1
TEASE - http://amzn.to/177eKj0
SUBMIT - http://amzn.to/10PyLJV
SONGS OF DOMINANCE (VERY SHORT)
JESSICA/SHARON - http://amzn.to/18BWxfq
*SONGS OF SUBMISSION SEQUENCE TWO*
CONTROL - http://amzn.to/YwmNUh
BURN - http://amzn.to/120WKaL
RESIST – Expected Release August 2013
SONGS OF DOMINANCE (VERY SHORT)
RACHEL - http://amzn.to/12FmmFP
Dee’s Review
Usually I have problems with novellas. They
move too fast because they don't have the time to have as much info and depth
as a full length novel or book. So I don't end up connecting as well. They
don't move as fluidly to me; But not this one. Nope, Nooo. Not this one. In this novella CD does an
awesome job of getting you attached to all the characters, not just to the main
ones, and turning your heat on to maximum capacity then leaving you wanting
more. You want to ask "why" about something with each person. You
need more info. Congrats, you are now officially sucked in. And that is
how I felt with this novella. I loved it. From the first page, when she was
singing I was wondering where this was gonna go. Then she meets Jonathon, in an
interesting way- being a waitress and all- and promises herself nothing is
going to happen. But she constantly finds herself drawn to him, and can’t keep
her hands off him. Knowing he has a rough history with women, she knows she
should keep her distance, but again- can’t. Not only is Jonathon amazing, and
hot.. their sex is HOT! Like she can’t think straight, hot, but he also seems like his ex has a hold over him he can't yet shake. And Monica seems to me that she may be the chick to break that hold. Game on? I think so.. I can't wait to
read the next installment, and I promise you I will because I want, no I need
to see where this goes. I don't only want to know what happens with Jonathon
and Monica, but also with Gabby. And Darren. His ex. So many questions. Which attests
to how well written this is. If I have this many questions as to what's going
to happen and where were going on this trip, you know it's good. Left on the
edge of my seat. Well done Cd. Well done. I give this novella 4 hearts.
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