IN EXPERT HANDS
BY LILY HARLEM
Coming
13th of February from Lily Harlem, hot BDSM billionaire novel
– IN
EXPERT HANDS –
Back cover information
Imogen
White has it all—a high-flying career, a prestigious London home and friends
she knows will fight her corner. She’s going up, and she’s in control, she’s
also got the hots for one very important, very sexy client.
Kane
Ward is a self-made billionaire whose determination to be the best of the best
has left him alone. He has everything money can buy, yachts, jets, and villas in
all four corners of the globe, but even he can’t buy time to suit his needs.
And
his needs are very specific, his desires a particular shade of kink and his
tastes anything but vanilla. So when he sets his sights on Imogen it’s a given
that things are going to get dark, that pleasure will be laced with pain and
determining his success will be measured by her blushes and gasps and cries of
delight. But Imogen doesn’t need to worry, she’s in expert hands and her every
fantasy is about to come true—and then some she’d never imagined in
her wildest dreams.
IN
EXPERT HANDS has a spin-off short story, IN SAFE HANDS which is featured in the
Brit Babes SEXY
JUST GOT RICH anthology.
Go grab your copy on the 10th of
February when it will be available from all good ebook retail outlets and let
yourself fall into the dark, erotic world of the Ward brothers – remember to
call them Sir if you’re wearing their collar!
Excerpt from IN EXPERT
HANDS 18+
“Would you like a drink?” he asked over the sound of the
music.
“I’m okay, unless you want one.”
“No. I drank water after my workout.” He urged her forward.
“So shall we go straight into a playroom?”
“If that’s what you want?”
He glanced at his watch. “There should be something going on
to satisfy our voyeur plans for the evening.”
They stepped toward the bar.
Kane indicated another doorway at the opposite end that had a
chain mail curtain hanging from its frame. “It’s through there.”
“Ah, K. Long time no see.” A man wearing a similar jacket to
Kane’s but with only two stars over the breast pocket extended his hand.
He didn’t wear a mask and Imogen could see that his smile was
genuine.
“Nate, how have you been?” Kane took his hand and they shook.
“Great, been in the City for a few weeks on business. Making
the most of my free time by coming here most nights.” Nate turned to Imogen and
raised his eyebrows. “You have company.”
“Don’t look so surprised.” Kane squeezed Imogen a little
closer.
“I am. You don’t usually bring guests. Special occasion?”
Imogen felt Kane tense. She sensed he wasn’t enjoying having
his break from the ordinary commented on. “
No occasion,” Kane said. “Good to see you, Nate, perhaps
we’ll get chance to catch up later.”
“Yep. That would be cool.” Nate held up what appeared to be a
glass of fizzy water and nodded. He kept his attention on Imogen. “Enjoy your
evening here at Sup Space. I’m sure Master K will address your every need.”
“Thank you.” Imogen smiled then felt her cheeks heat as Nate
swept his gaze down her body—starting at the collar, then lingering
on her breasts and finally on her boots.
Kane stepped forward, tugging her with him. “This way.”
After several paces she touched the collar. “This, around my
neck,” she said quietly. “What would happen if I wasn’t wearing it?”
“It would make you fair bait for men like Nate, who are just
out to play in a scene, find someone to hook up with.” He glanced at her. “He
had no right to look at you like that.”
“Well, the outfit kind of screams look at me.”
“That’s not the point.”
“Oh.” She was confused. “It’s not?”
“No. You’re with me. I’ve claimed you with a collar. What’s
more, I outrank him. He should show more respect.”
“You outrank him?”
“Of course.” He pulled back the chain curtain and opened a
door. He ushered Imogen into the new room.
Imogen opened her mouth and stared around, thoughts of Nate
vanishing.
Kane moved her from the doorway and into the shadows. He
stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.
“What are your first impressions?” he asked by her ear, his
lips brushing her lobe and his breath heating a trail down her neck.
She leant back into him, loving being so close, held by him.
But she couldn’t concentrate fully on his embrace because of what was before
her. “It’s…sexy.”
“Mmm, I’m glad you think so,” he said, the soft material of
his mask rubbing against her temple. “What else?”
She looked around. The room was sectioned into six large
cubicles, each one decorated in dark tones and with a combination of low lights
and spotlights. Each three-walled area held a bed or a table or some other
piece of equipment in the center. Three spaces were occupied.
There was an audience, too, couples, singles, threesomes
sitting on more large sofas. Imogen could only see the backs of their heads.
Some appeared enraptured, others holding quiet conversations.
“Tell me,” Kane urged, slipping his hand over the smooth
material covering her waist. “What do you think about that, over there, to your
left.”
Imogen was already staring in that direction. It had been the
main thing that had captured her attention.
A naked woman was bent double, tied to a skinny padded table
with her ankles fastened to the legs and her arms stretched out on two
platforms, crucifix-like. Her skin was pale except for her behind, which was
scarlet.
Beside her stood a man—dressed like Kane in black
trousers and a velvet jacket—wielding a flogger. He walked around the
woman as if surveying the marks on her ass then cracked down the many strands
over her skin.
Imogen jerked and a tingle traveled over her buttocks, as
though her nerves were empathetic with what the woman on the table was going
through.
The man hit again.
The woman groaned and moved her head, her face coming into
Imogen’s view. She had her eyes screwed up tight and her lips were parted.
There was a flush of red on her cheeks that matched the rosy blush on her
backside.
“Talk to me,” Kane said softly.
“Is she enjoying it?” Imogen asked, although she was pretty
sure she knew the answer. The woman appeared to be in ecstasy, as though she’d
folded in on herself and only her body and sensation existed.
“Very much so,” Kane said. “Master Zen is very capable of
working his sub towards orgasm just through striking her.”
“Are they just…playing a scene or are they…?”
“Lovers, committed to each other? Yes, actually those two
are. They’re regulars here and live the lifestyle.”
“The lifestyle?”
“Yes.” He slid his hand to her collar and spanned it with his
thumb and fingers. “They live full time as Dom and sub. He commands and she
obeys.”
“It sounds…old-fashioned.” Imogen wasn’t sure about the
obeying thing. She’d known friends who’d purposely had that removed from their
wedding vows.
“It’s a symbiotic relationship,” Kane went on, smoothing his
fingers around her collar and brushing her skin.
A small shiver ran down Imogen’s spine.
The woman was struck again—several times in fast
succession.
Imogen stared at the spectacle.
“You see,” Kane said. “She needs to be adored, cared for,
taken through life by the man she loves. He needs to protect her, satisfy her,
ensure that everything is perfect for her at all times. That is what makes him
feel complete.”
“And that includes this. Beating?”
“Beating, spanking, flogging, whatever you want to call it,
yes, it includes this, because that’s what they both enjoy, it’s their thing.
It’s their kink.”
Kane went quiet and Imogen watched as Master Zen stood
directly behind his sub. He appeared to fiddle at his groin then his pants
loosened around his hips. He pushed forward.
The woman arched her back and her cry echoed around the room.
He reached for her shoulders, dragged her onto him.
“He’s…” Imogen said.
“Yes. He’s clearly very pleased with her. She’d getting
exactly what she wants tonight.” Kane’s voice was low and husky, as though the
sight was turning him on.
Imogen watched, fascinated as the Dom began to fuck his woman
with urgency. The sub couldn’t move, she was strapped down, but he was moving
for them. Thrusting in and out, hard, frantic, gripping her shoulders, her hair,
her hips. His hands were all over her.
Imogen’s knickers dampened and she shifted within Kane’s
arms.
“Would you like to get fucked like that?” Kane whispered.
Imogen half turned to him, his words a shock, despite where
they were and what they were watching.
“Tell me,” he said, cupping her cheek and her holding face.
“Tell me what you’re thinking?”
“I…” Imogen was breathing heavily. Fuck. What was she
thinking? That she wanted to get fucked like that? She wanted to feel the
flogger?
“Would you like to be her, on that table, with Master Zen
taking you to the exquisite high she is rocketing towards right now?” Kane
asked. “Red and sore, filled to the max? Nothing else in your mind except
claiming that pleasure?”
She did, but it wasn’t Master Zen she wanted behind her,
yanking her hair, scratching and marking her skin. Sinking deep, so deep.
Filling her to bursting point.
It was Kane, or K as he was known here. It was him she
wanted.
“Imogen,” Kane murmured, his mouth almost touching hers.
“Talk to me.”
“Yes.” The word scratched from her throat. “But—”
He pressed his thumb over her lips, flattening them against
her teeth. “No buts. Or if there are, tell me later.” He gave a brief smile.
“Yes is enough.”
About Lily Harlem
Lily
Harlem lives in the UK and is an award-winning, best-selling author of
contemporary erotic romance. She writes for publishers on both sides of the
Atlantic including HarperCollins, Totally Bound, Xcite, Ellora’s Cave and
Sweetmeats Press. Her Hot Ice
series regularly receives high praise and industry nominations.
Before
turning her hand to writing Lily Harlem worked as a trauma nurse and her latest
HarperCollins release, Confessions
of a Naughty Night Nurse, draws on her many experiences while nursing in
London. Lily also self-publishes and The Silk Tie, The
Glass Knot and Scored
have been blessed with many 5* reviews since their release.
Lily
also co-authors with Natalie Dae and publishes under the name Harlem Dae - check out the Sexy
as Hell Box Set available exclusively on Amazon - The Novice, The Player
and The Vixen - and That
Filthy Book which has been hailed as a novel 'every woman should read'.
One
thing you can be sure of, whatever book you pick up by Ms Harlem, is it will be
wildly romantic and down-and-dirty sexy. Enjoy!
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