Friday, November 25, 2016

Blog Tour: Disgraceful


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After the dust settles on the most erotic night in her life, a fantasy-fulfilling experience that not only brought Sam back to life, but also laid her brutal demons to rest. Her lust for life returns with her irrepressible passion and she embraces the changes in her life, almost without reservation…almost.

Jason Sinclair is just the Dominant to take a woman like Sam on. She’s fearless and feisty, but when she lost herself, he nearly lost her all over again. By giving her that one night, he became more than her savior…he became her everything. Opening her up to what the future could hold with a potential life of hedonistic heaven together.

Or could one fantasy have been too far? Can the two super kinky souls really settle down together?

As much as Sam dreams of a happily ever after, she’s much too realistic and can’t seem to shake the dark clouds of doubt rolling in. Is the promise of domestic bliss bound to be cursed from day one or does the King of Kink have more tricks up his sleeve?





One of his hands leaves me and grabs for something behind. The next moment he carefully lowers me onto a wide sheet of soft leather, my bottom is on the edge but the natural sway and instability of the swing has me falling onto my back. The leather supports my body perfectly but my legs are  dangling and my hands grip the chains for balance.
Jason scoops one leg into a padded loop also secured to the bolt in the ceiling and slides it to just above my knee. He repeats this with my other leg and makes sure the padded part of the strap is comfortable against my skin. He takes a moment standing between my legs spread wide and my body hoisted . His hand rests flat on my tummy and he pushes me away with a slight sway of the swing. I bump back against his thighs, his cock still straining at full attention.
“My turn to worship you Beautiful.” His voice is a deep rumble that I feel like wave of electricity, a charge that prickles my skin, as every single tiny hair on my body jumps to stand. He drops to his knees and blows a blast of cool air on my molten centre. I must be dripping…I know I am and the sexy sucking sounds he makes are evidence to the fact. I buck and grip the chains trying to ease the intensity of this amazing feeling building. His tongue is firm and relentless and when he circles my clit I cry out. I really wasn’t lying when I said I was ready to explode.
“Please..please may I come Sir?” My voice is strained through gritted teeth. Every muscle in my tummy clenches hard with anxiety that he might deny me. I’m getting better at orgasm denial since my torturous time in captivity but I will die if he doesn’t let me come.
“My tongue would be very disappointed if you don’t.” He takes the respite moment to wipe his glossy mouth on my thigh. I relax with obvious relief.
“Oh, I wouldn’t want to disappoint your tongue…Not when it’s been so very good.” My voice is a mix of excited anticipation and breathless relief. He grins and I drop my head back in a heavenly sigh at the long firm sweep of his tongue. He slides two fingers as deep as he can and curls and twirls a blissful rhythm that sends me cresting so damn high I am blinded by the stars dancing behind my lids.
“Oh God…please…Oh …ahhhhh!” I scream and cry out when he sucks down on my clit and I fall, free-fall, weightless and drifting on wave after wave of absolute pleasure. His glorious mouth buffets the waves and his tender lips kiss and rock me back to earth. My eyelids flutter open to see Jason towering dark and dominant, pressed at the apex of my thighs, his cock heavy in his hand. He sweeps the thick head along my slick folds gently teasing until I am fully sentient once more. “Mmm” I moan and arch into the delicious movement that instantly has a deep ache building in the base of my spine. The anticipation is killing me but it’s obviously too much for him too because with one hard thrust he pushes deep inside me. The momentum instantly has the swing lifting me from his cock but he grabs my thighs and pulls me roughly back.
Oh My Fucking God!
I would cry out but I have no breath to speak. He has pushed every bit from my body and filled it with his massive cock. He has never been so deep. I didn’t know it was possible to go that deep. Unbelievable pleasure paired with pain that dances on the edge of just too much, but is divine nonetheless, a tantalising tortuous paradox. He pauses on his downstroke and I lift my head to see concern and heat in his eyes.
“Are you okay?” I can feel his thighs tremble against me as he fights to restrain himself. If this feels half as good for him as it does for me that is Herculean effort he is utilising, holding back like that.
“We have got to get one of these.” I bite my shit-eating grin back but laugh out when he drops his head and lets out an equally happy sound.
When he raises his head all humour has dissipated from his eyes and his face is a picture of fiery feral passion. I clench and brace, suck in and hold a bated breath waiting for him to unleash…euphoric heights and erotic hell. He bucks his hips and pulls out , thrusts hard again and again and again. Each time he plunges deep I swing away and he grabs to pull me back…hard, back to where I belong, thoroughly impaled and loving every single inch.
One of his hands that is gripping the top of my thigh moves to my breast bursting out of the confines of the corset. The rough jerking movements too much for the soft flesh. He squeezes, a rough, desperate grasp and pinches the nipple. He bends over to take it in his eager mouth. He never breaks his relentless pace. My hands rest on his sweat covered shoulders and I sweep them to his waist holding firmly for some elusive stability. He moves his hand to my throat and starts to apply pressure. My body reacts like an instant detonation, no countdown…no steady build, just fucking nuclear explosion. I gasp for air and come…hard.
I don’t remember much after that…his hand may have threaded around my neck. I think he maybe told me he loved me but he could’ve said Kangeroo’s make him horny for all I know. Because I am aware of nothing except him, deep inside me. Him holding me like I am his anchor to the earth, when the truth is he is mine.























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Dee Palmer hates talking about herself in the third person so I won’t. My husband had my iPod engraved one Christmas with ‘sing like no-one’s listening’ and I know my family actually wish they weren’t listening because I am, in fact, tone deaf but it doesn’t stop me and this gentle support has enabled me to fulfil a dream. This has been a truly brilliant experience, I wrote The Choices Trilogy back to back and released them this year just one month apart...Don't you hate waiting for the next book in a series? The entire process has undoubtedly been made possible by my incredibly supportive family. I know this is very much an acknowledgment but I know I wouldn’t be writing even this single paragraph if it wasn’t for them so this is about who I am, I am because they let me be.
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