IN EXPERT HANDS
BY LILY HARLEM
Out
now from Lily Harlem, a seriously hot new BDSM billionaire novel
– IN EXPERT
HANDS –
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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 - it’s available from all good
ebook retail outlets at a bargain introductory price - and let yourself fall into
the dark, erotic world of the Ward brothers, but remember to call them Sir if
you’re wearing their collar!
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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.” 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 a 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 Sub
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’s 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 holding her 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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