That was my life-hedonistic and narcissistic #MidWeekTease #asmsg

Happy Hump Day and welcome back to Mid-Week Tease hosted by the lovely Sandra Bunino in which we share teasers from our works-in-progress or published works.

As this is going to be the last MWT from Scores for a while, at least until the book is out, I really struggled to choose a scene to share. Things are ramping up in the story as it races to its conclusion  and the characters are continually being tested.

I finally settled for this scene because it gives us a glimpse of Benjamin's state of mind in South Africa. He is back in his old life face with the people and demons he walked away from. And some of his past mistakes are coming back to bite him in the ass.

This is still very rough and a first draft. It is longer than I would normally post as a teaser but I hope you enjoy it.

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"What the hell was all that about?" Selina asked as soon as they got back into the suite.

"That—" Ben pointed at the door they'd just walked through "—was my life. The life I walked away from. The life I didn't want you to see. That was the way I grew up, brash, hedonistic, a narcissist. I could do whatever I wanted. Take whomever I wanted."

He stopped pacing and faced her. She looked shocked at his outburst.

"This whole fucking mess is my doing—the resort, the rules. I fucking created a monster. And I thought it would just die when I walked away. Now look at it."

He waved his hands, feeling almost despondent.

"Ben, I don't understand what you're saying." She stood stock still.

"I mean that The Ranch is my creation. What you see, I designed. Sure this place has always existed in some form for hundreds of years but it was just a family home. The Moss's family home. But later I turned it into a holiday destination for the perverted."

He ran a hand through his hair, needing to dispel the rancorous energy coursing through his veins.

"I took Margo who was a sweet girl and turned her into a raving pain slut who would do anything for the lash of a whip."

"I can't imagine Margo ever being a sweet girl," Selina's tone was matter of fact.

"Perhaps sweet isn't the word. But I'm the one who made her the woman she is today. And Cordelia. I knew Lars was in love with her but she had a hot body and I had to have her. So I took her. That's the kind of man I am."

"No. You are not that man," Selina bit out. "Yes, you did some bad things in the past. But you were no more than a boy. It can be written off as youthful folly. I forgive you, Ben. You need to forgive yourself."

"How can I forgive myself when even Lars hasn't forgiven me? He will have you as revenge for Cordelia if I don't stop him."

"I'm sure he wasn't serious. He was probably just trying to goad you."

Ben gave a bark of laughter. "You don't know him. Why do you think he's joking?"

"For starters, I'm a grown woman capable of making my own choices. I will not be bartered like a chattel."

He did laugh this time but there was no humour in the harsh sound.

"You don't get it, do you? The normal rules do not apply at The Ranch. In here, the Ranch rules apply. You came here as a submissive, my submissive, even if you're not wearing my collar." He waved a hand at her neck, turning his face away. His gut churned at the idea there was no physical evidence she belonged to him. "You can't stay here."

"You're not really going to put me on the next plane back to London? I don't want to leave."

He looked at her sideways. Her forehead puckered with frown lines.

"You still don't get it. I will commit murder rather than have anyone touch you without my permission." He screwed up his face, his insides churning like he was possessed by a beast. "Hang on, you want him to fuck you, is that it?"

"No!"

"Tell me the truth. You imagined him being inside you."

She bit her lip and look downward. He took a step to her.

"Selina?" he growled.

"Yes," she said in a low voice, out of breath.

"And it turned you on."

She bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

The jealous beast reared its ugly head inside him, dark and dangerous.

"Strip and present yourself."

Her eyes flew open wide as she tried to read him.

"Now!"

Flinching, she pulled the dress over her head and folded it onto a table. Then she kicked off her sandals and put it beside the table. Lowering onto her knees, she spread her thighs wide, pushed out her chest and folded her hands behind her back.

He nearly groaned out loud at the sight of her uncovered and he was thankful he'd changed into a loose pair of linen trousers.

"Show me your pussy."

Hesitantly she reached down and spread her lower lips. As he suspected she glistened like the early morning sun reflected on the Eerste River.

"You are wet."

She hung her head forward, her mass of dark curls covering her face. "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. It was just one brief moment when the two of you were arguing and I pictured the two of you dominating me. I'm sorry and ashamed of myself. If you decide to put me on that plane back, I'll go. It's probably for the best," she rambled in a strained voice.

Hearing her honesty unravelled him. He exhaled a shuddering breath and lowered his shaking body onto the sofa. What am I doing? They'd only being here a day and this whole place was messing with his head. Again.

"Come here," his voice sounded like he was sawing wood, his throat dry.

She stood and walked over to him. He patted his lap and she lowered her body onto him. He held her chin with his thumb and forefinger and stared into her brown eyes. Remorse reflected back at him. His chest tightened and he rested his forehead against hers.

"I never want you to be ashamed of your desires," he said through a raw throat as he fought to maintain his composure, to be the man she needed. "But I want you to always be honest with me about them."

Copyright (c) Kiru Taye 2014

How was that? Things don't get any easier for these two. They still have to negotiate a few more 'land mines' and 'explosions' before they get their happy ending. Leave me a comment.

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There may be trouble ahead #MidWeekTease #asmsg Should I change this?

Happy Hump Day and welcome back to Mid-Week Tease hosted by the lovely Sandra Bunino in which we share teasers from our works-in-progress or published works.

This week I'm continuing with a teaser from my WIP, Scores. In this scene, Ben and Selina have arrived in South Africa, in Ben's home town. They are staying at The Ranch which is part family home / part resort. I wonder if you can tell what kind of resort it is. LOL

As usual, it is first draft and unedited. And while you're reading consider this please--do you think this scene will have more impact if it was in Benjamin's POV? I'd love to know what you think. Enjoy.

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"Welcome home, Master Benjamin."

Selina turned her head to see a dark-haired woman with blonde streaks dressed in black leather corset and trousers, prostrate on the floor in the hallway.

What the hell was going on? Selina stiffened.

"Margo?" Ben asked, the tone of his voice and raised-brow expression conveying his surprise.

"At your service," the woman replied with an incline of her head.

Ben appeared dumbstruck as he contemplated the woman at his feet.

"Margo, I wasn't expecting to see you here at The Ranch."

"Master, where else would I be but where you left me?" Margo didn't move, her body poised in elegant submission but no one watching could miss the slight uplift of her lips and the invitation in her emerald eyes.

Okay! Selina clenched her teeth, tired of the woman referring to Ben as Master. And what did she mean by 'where you left me'? Had she drifted off to sleep and fallen down the rabbit hole or something?

"May I kiss your boots, Master?"

A monster, dark, green and envious, reared its head within Selina. She sat up, ready to voice her protest.

"Go ahead," he replied before she could open her mouth, his grip on her body tightening.

Jealousy sliced through Selina as Margo lowered her lips onto Ben's tan leather Chelsea boots.

 "Put me down, Ben," she said muttered through clenched teeth and wriggled in his arms.

"Be still, Lina." His tone was assured and low, just for her hearing. To Margo he said more loudly, "On your feet."

The woman rose, her movement confident and gracefully lithe like a cat.

Selina's skin flushed, her breath ragged and fast as if she'd run a marathon as she eyed the woman suspiciously. It didn't help that she'd never been able to achieve that much grace rising from her knees.

At her full height, the mixed-race woman was even more glamorous especially with the fuck-me leather stilettos she was wearing and make-up, her hair swept back into a loose chignon and the leather collar with a D-ring around her throat.

"This is my wife, Selina."

The woman finally looked at Selina with a smile on her face. "It's nice to meet you."

She said it with as much cheeriness as a hotel receptionist greeting a guest. Selina couldn’t tell if it was genuine or not.

"Thank you," she said in reply.

"Let me show you to your suite. Your luggage has already been taken up."

Ben nodded and the woman swivelling, walking off.

"Ben you can put me down now," Selina said feeling embarrassed that Ben was still carrying her like a baby.

"Not yet," he replied and strode off behind Margo who was about three strides ahead.

"Ben—"

He pinched her hard on the thigh. Selina gasped from the shock and pain and clamped her mouth shut

Margo led the way up the wide gilded staircase and down a hallway covered in paintings and sculptures. The house had the grandeur of a stately home and the opulence of a five-star resort.

At the end of the hallway she opened a door and stepped back, allowing Ben to go in first.

The room was light and airy and as Ben let Selina slide to her feet, she noticed the vaulted ceiling an skylight letting in sunlight and a view of clear cerulean sky. Her breath hitched as her gaze took in the rest of the space. The grandeur extended into the loft-like suite with its openness—tan sofas and chairs at one end, aluminum and granite surfaced kitchen adjacent and at the other end a Japanese style screen hid what she assumed to be the sleeping area. Their suitcases stood against dark wood tall cabinets. From the silhouette she could see through the screen the bed must be massive and four-posted.

"Do you like it?"

She turned back to face Ben whose grey eyes gleamed and a corner of his lips curled up.

"All I can say is wow...it is breath-taking. I wasn't expecting this."

Taking a step toward him, she clutched at his shirt and stood on her tiptoes.

"I'm glad you like it." His words fanned her face before their lips connected in a chaste kiss—a gentle brush of soft lips, a tame nibble and a quick swipe of tongue that lingered but didn't delve further despite the invitation of her open mouth.

"What would you like me to do?"

Ben lifted his head and Selina saw Margo standing just inside the shut door an expectant look in her eyes. She'd already forgotten about the woman.

"That'll be all, Margo." Ben said.

But the woman remained there. "Master?"

"Is there a problem?"

"It's just that I was assigned to serve you for the duration of your stay at The Ranch." Margo lifted her hands revealing a brown leather leash.

"I appreciate your loyalty, Margo but I don't need a slave." After a few heartbeats he added. "I have Selina."

Take that, bitch. Selina eyed the woman balefully.

Margo looked disappointed and blinked several times as if at the point of tears at Ben's rejection. "But it never stopped you before, Master. Have I done something to offend you?"

Ben sighed. "No, Margo you haven't upset me."

At the blink of an eye the woman was back on her knees, prostrated and pleading. "Don't send me away, please Master." There was a panicky edge to her plea, even Selina could sense her desperation.

Ben walked toward her. "Look at me," he commanded.

Margo lifted her head, her eyes wide with fright.

"What is going on?"he asked sternly.

Margo's gaze flicked to the floor and she didn't say anything.

"Well, if you're not going to talk you can leave now."

Margo's throat worked as she swallowed hard.

"If I don't convince you to let me serve you, I will be put into the box. And I don't want to go back in there, Master."

Copyright (c) Kiru Taye 2014

I hope you enjoyed it. What do you think? Should I rewrite it in Ben's POV. Leave me a comment please.

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Bare-Vulnerable-Damaged #MidWeekTease #asmsg Scores

Happy Hump Day and welcome back to Mid-Week Tease hosted by the lovely Sandra Bunino in which we share teasers from our works-in-progress or published works.

It's been a great week so far for the Passion Shields series with some really fabulous reviews and feedback from readers.

There was this fantastic 4 star review for Scars. And I say 'fantastic' because of this phrase and more from the reviewer. "This is an author who knows what they are talking about when it comes to BDSM."
This left be gobsmacked because Scars was the first BDSM-lite story I ever wrote. So to get this kind of compliment just blew my mind. But, it's thanks to authors like Doris O'Connor, who read the original draft before it was submitted that made the BDSM elements feel authentic.

And of course this five stiletto review for Secrets just topped it all off. It's a long review but her summation of "...Kiru wrote one hell of a story...well written, engaging and quite realistic. Oh and the sexxy times? Hell, they were hot..." was the fab highlight for me.

So it's a good thing I'm writing the next installment, Scores, my current WIP. Here is the rough blurb:
His love possesses her. Will it protect her too?

Benjamin Moss has proven how much he cares about his wife Selina. She pushed him to shred his iron control and bare his soul to her. In return he's earned her much guarded heart as well as her body.

But their past has finally caught up with them and scores will have to be settled before they can have a happy ending. Can Benjamin's love protect her from those who seek to destroy both of them? Or will Selina finally lose the man who's possessed her body as well as her heart?

This scene continues on from Sunday's sexy snippet where Ben's displeasure with Selina was evident. Now Selina deals with the aftermath. It is a first draft and very rough, so please forgive any errors.

 Ben thrust into her several times, her pleasure building again. Just when she thought she would come. He withdrew, using his hand to finish himself off as warm cum coated her back.

His heat deserted her body as he stepped away. From the corner of her eye she saw him toss the handkerchief he used to wipe himself on the table. He straightened, packed up and closed the bag, entering the bedroom and leaving her outside.

She didn't move even though her body screamed for fulfilment. Orgasm denial was one of the worse punishments Ben had ever used on her. But nothing hit its mark more than intimacy deprivation.

Ben knew how much she loved the moments when he held her after sex, loved the connection of when they were joined together post-coital bliss. This morning he hadn't even shared the intimacy of kissing her or him coming inside her. As reprimand go, nothing else equaled its effectiveness.

Head bowed, her chin quivered, remorse a huge lump stuck in her throat.

It rammed home how truly upset he was with her for going against something he'd warned her from doing. He hated it when she thought her body was ugly. She should've known better than to give into her fears and voice them.

Now he'd left her outside with the sun slowly rising in the horizon. Anyone passing by across the river or on the bridge could see her. Bare. Vulnerable. Damaged. She couldn’t dare think the 'U' word again in case she said it out loud.

She should move. Go inside. Cover up. Instead, her grip on the railing tightened. No rope or chain restrained her. She stood there by her own volition. For once she wasn't worried about what those people would think. She didn't care about what they thought about her or her body.

The only person whose opinion truly mattered to her was inside their apartment and she'd upset him. Tears pooled in her eyes clouding her vision.

"You can come in now." His voice drifted out to her.

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