The Author Who Made Me Love BDSM

As most of my friends know Claire is another of my favorite authors, I first found Claire when she released Handyman and I fell in love with her writing and soon after that her she is wonderful person with a heart that encompasses everyone!!

Claire is currently working on her newest book ‘Safe In His Arms a Wicked Hearts Story’ for those of you who read Wicked Hearts will remember Hank well in Safe In His Arms you could say that Hank will meet his match.

Claire Thompson’s name is synonymous with BDSM both m/f and m/m she has a talent for making you love BDSM, she can tell a truly beautiful romance between a Dominate and Submissive, she converted me and she doesn’t let me forget it 😉 lol  -but for those whose taste leans more towards the vanilla she has that covered as well Handyman will always remain one of my favorites -be sure to check out her website for all she has to offer.

You can find Claire’s books at mulitple publishers but she recently went independent and you can find all of her books published through her own publishing company Romance Unbound at 1 Romnace Ebooks.

Claire is offering one ebook download winners choice or if like me you own all her books already you can wait for the release of ‘Safe In His Arms’ – The choice is the winners!!

Anyone who leave a comment on today post will be entered to win – Do you have a favorite Claire Thompson Book? Are you a lover of BDSM novels? Tell us about it I love hearing your stories.

Claire is sharing with us an excerpt from ‘Safe In His Arms’ please keep in mind this excerpt is unedited and may show changes in the final copy.

RATED R

Safe In His Arms

copyright 2010 Claire Thompson

Russell eyed Hank’s cock and then looked up into his eyes. He licked his lips. “I’m going to make love to you, Hank, using my hands and mouth, but there are a few rules. First one is you will put your hands behind your head and keep them there, no matter what I do. Do you think you can do that?”

“What the hell?” Hank began, indignation for a moment overriding lust.

“Shh,” Russell said, still smiling. “Maybe you’re right. We’re moving a little too fast. Here, I’ll help you.” Before Hank realized what Russell was doing, he took each of Hank’s wrists in his hands, leaned in and drawn them behind his back, crossing them one over the other.

Hank was strong, but Russell was stronger. Hank thought of struggling, but was distracted by Russell’s lips moving with butterfly softness over his abs. The combination of his firm grip behind Hank’s back and the sensual touch of his warm lips somehow short-circuited Hank’s rising protest.

He closed his eyes, savoring the feel of Russell’s mouth moving over his skin, sliding slowly downward toward his straining, eager cock. Russell continued to hold his wrists behind his back, though he was now using only one hand. The other hand trailed down, stroking Hank’s bare ass and teasing along the crack.

At the same time, he touched the tip of Hank’s cock with his tongue, licking the bit of pre-cum that had formed there. His free hand came around to cup Hank’s balls. Hank shuddered and thrust forward, eager to fuck the guy’s face.

Russell pulled back. “Don’t do that, Hank. That’s rule number two. You will let me set the pace.”

“Hey, I call the shots—” Hank began.

Russell squeezed Hank’s captured balls just enough to get his attention and looked up into his eyes. “Trust me for just a little while, okay? For once, don’t call the shots. Let me guide you. Experience what I offer. Let yourself feel something new.”

“There is nothing new. The bottom line is just getting off, one way or the other.” Hank had intended to make his words drip with disdain, but it hadn’t quite come out that way, as Russell moved his hand along Hank’s shaft, drawing the thumb almost roughly over the sensitive head. Hank grunted.

“Let me teach you a different way,” Russell replied. “Sometimes letting go is the key to getting what you need, even if it doesn’t feel like it at first.”As he spoke, Russell lifted Hank’s wrists, still held tightly behind him, forcing them up along Hank’s back until he winced with pain. At the same time, he closed warm lips over the fat head of Hank’s cock, his tongue dancing across the slit.

“Cut the psychobabble and do…ah…Jesus…” Hank’s mind began to empty, as if someone had tipped it, letting the thoughts slide away. Whoever the hell this guy was, what he was doing felt good, so damn good. Hank found he didn’t even mind the tight, nearly painful grip on his wrists. In fact, it somehow heightened the pleasure Russell was pulling from him.

“You ready, Hank? I’m going to give you what you need, but you have to obey the rules.” Russell smiled, but there was fire in his gaze. He released his viselike grip on Hank’s wrists. “Keep your hands behind your back and don’t move,” he ordered.

Hank’s mouth was dry, his heart tripping, his cock throbbing. He found himself nodding as he stared into the big man’s deep blue eyes. He told himself it was part of the game—the guy was just creating an atmosphere. If he wanted to pretend he was in charge for a few minutes, Hank would go along. Hank gripped his wrists, holding tight.

Russell reached around him with his left hand, cupping one ass cheek as he leaned down and teased the head of Hank’s cock, licking in a slow, sensual circle. He kept Hank’s balls cupped in his other hand while he used just the tip of his tongue, swirling it over the sensitive spot just below the crown.

When Russell licked up the length of the shaft, it was all Hank could do to keep still. Russell lowered his head to take Hank’s balls into his mouth, while at the same time moving his fingers with a feathery touch over his shaft. Aching for more, Hank forgot the rules. He jerked forward, intent on thrusting his cock deep into Russell’s throat and working it good.

Russell stopped what he was doing, withdrawing the sweet heat of his mouth and the perfect stroke of his fingers. Hank moaned in frustration but refused to give the guy the satisfaction of begging. Russell sat back, his eyebrows knitting, his mouth pulling down into a frown.

For a horrible moment Hank thought he was going to stop altogether, but Russell surprised him instead by wrapping his arms around Hank’s waist. Russell rested his cheek a moment on Hank’s hip. Hank could feel the soft scruff of his goatee as Russell turned his head, nuzzling lower toward his groin.

Hank ached for the return of Russell’s hot mouth on his cock, but at the same time, he couldn’t deny he enjoyed the unfamiliar sensation of being held and stroked. He always thought he liked his sex rough and fast, with his lover or purchased boy toy on his knees. Maybe it was just because of this lousy month, without Reese to center him. He was off his game, was all.

He still had his wrists clasped behind his back. Russell kissed and licked his skin. Hank let out a soft moan and someone, maybe him, said please.  He reached for the sitting man, tentatively touching Russell’s strong back. He slid his fingers over the supple flesh, moving hands beneath the thin black fabric of Russell’s shirt.

Hank sighed his pleasure as Russell’s mouth again closed over the head of his cock. Russell took his time, teasing, suckling, stroking, licking. He took Hank deep into his throat for minutes at a time, milking the rising semen from Hank’s balls and then stopping just before he came, over and over again.

“Not yet, not yet,” Russell whispered. “Not till I say so.”

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