Ashe Barker | Blessed are the risk takers…

It’s a standing joke in my family that when luck was given out I was at the back
of the queue. I never win anything, not raffles, not games of Bingo, not so much
as a plastic comb from a Christmas cracker. Lottery tickets are wasted on me,
and I steer well clear of gambling because I’d be broke in no time.

Not so the heroine of my novella, The Prize. Jessie Barnett buys a raffle ticket and finds herself the lucky winner of a night’s entertainment at an up-market BDSM club. What’s more, she has the pick of the Doms there and really hits the jackpot when she gets not one Master for the night but two. She may have got a just a little bit more than she bargained for, but Jessie is made of stern stuff and she’s determined to claim her prize.

I loved writing Jessie’s story. She may be a submissive, but she’s strong and
assertive and knows exactly what she wants. Far from being intimidated by the
challenge she relishes it and grabs the opportunity with both (bound) hands.

It was Eleanor Roosevelt who said you should do something every day that scares
you, by which she meant we should venture out of our comfort zone and experience
something new. I consider that good advice, and though I might not manage it
every day I do try to push the boundaries. It may be something simple such as
striking up a conversation with a stranger or taking up a new sport, but there’s
nothing quite like that smug feeling when you look back and say ‘Yeah!’

Jessie is nervous as she starts her evening, and euphoric by the end. I bet
she’ll be punching the air on her way back to the taxi and doing a dance if her
killer heels would allow it. She’ll be doing all those things in her head for
sure, and she deserves to.

I suppose, coming back to my first point, we sort of make our own luck. Blessed
are the risk-takers for they shall have a great time at the hands of two hot
alpha Doms.

Here’s the blurb for The Prize…

A night to remember…

When she shows up at the prestigious Vivant Club to claim her raffle prize of
one month’s free membership, Jessie Barnett doesn’t know what to expect. She’s
trembling as she enters, but her inner submissive is dancing for joy, and
nothing is going to stop her from claiming what she has won.

Jessie is no stranger to the BDSM scene, but this is a new club, a new city, she
knows no one and has no idea what to expect. That’s all right, though, as it
turns out the two powerful Doms who are hers for the evening have no doubt at
all what they require from her—complete surrender, on her knees.

Jessie is happy to comply. This is what she came here in search of. But will one
evening’s pleasure, however intense, however delightfully tinged with exquisite
pain, be enough? Once she has submitted to them totally, will Mark and Greg see
their business with her as having been concluded? Or is there more to be won, a
greater prize, hovering just beyond her reach?

Romance Erotica Sensual | Erotica [Totally Bound Publishing, On Sale: February 7, 2017, e-Book, ISBN: 9781786511225 / eISBN: 9781786511225]

And a sexy excerpt to help whet your appetite…

Cool fingers fasten the clips on my cuffs to the wooden posts that make up the legs of the bench, then a solid, firm palm trails the length of my body from shoulder to hip. “I’ll be placing your knees on the ledge on each side of the bench so you’ll have to bend and spread your legs wide. Just relax and I’ll get you in position.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you.” I concentrate on allowing Greg to manipulate my legs as he pleases, fully aware that as he parts my thighs and bends my knees, my ass is raised and my pussy laid open and exposed for their scrutiny. He rolls my skimpy skirt up to my waist, leaving nothing concealed. I am already starting to pant. Wetness cools my heated folds. I swear my juices are dribbling down my inner thighs, though that may just be my overactive imagination. Or wishful thinking.

“Are you comfortable, Jessie?” This from Mark, who is also behind me now.

“I…I wouldn’t describe myself as comfortable exactly, Sir.”

“Oh? Is there a problem?”

“No, Sir. I just… I want you to touch me. Please.”

“Ah, you’re eager to get started, is that it?”

“Yes, Sir, I suppose so. It’s just… The waiting is difficult, Sir.”

“Is there somewhere else you need to be, Jessie? Are you in a hurry? We’re keeping you, perhaps?” His soft tone has hardened just slightly, but enough to serve as a warning.

“No, Sir. I apologize.” I ought to know better than to seek to hurry a Dom intent on taking his time, even more so two Doms. “I meant no disrespect.”

“We know that, Jessie. But you will be patient from now on, will you not? We wouldn’t want to have to take issue with you over this.”

“I will, Sir, I promise.” I gnaw on my lower lip, willing myself to remain silent until I need to speak again.

Several moments pass, then I jerk violently as fingers part my pussy lips.

“Be still, Jessie. Settle down.” It’s Mark again. His fingers remain in place, though he doesn’t continue until I am once more settled on the bench. “Good. Thank you.” He slides two fingers right inside my moist cunt, then delivers several sharp thrusts. My inner walls clamp tight around his digits and I let out a groan. The onslaught of sensation is nearly overwhelming, and they have hardly even started.

“She certainly appreciates that.” The quiet observation is delivered by Greg.

“Seems so,” agrees Mark. “She’s tight, though, and hot. Such a beautiful pussy. Nice and smooth, just as we like it.”

I bask in their admiration. I invested in a full Brazilian wax just two days ago, in preparation for this evening. My money was not wasted.

“No need for lube, I reckon.” Mark withdraws his fingers and I am at once empty, bereft. He chuckles and pats my bottom.

He knows. They always seem to know.