TITLE: Beg (Songs of Submission)
(Volume 1)
AUTHOR: C.D. Reiss
GENRE: Erotic Romance
HOSTED BY: Love Between the
Sheets
SYNOPSIS
This novella is the first in a series
My name is Monica. I’m a singer born and raised in Los
Angeles.
I’ve stopped dating. When I cut a record, or win a
Grammy, maybe then I’ll be with someone, but every man in my past has done
everything he could to make me submit myself to him, and it’s gotten in the way
of my career. I won’t do it again.
But there’s Jonathan. He owns the high-rise hotel where
I work, and he is gorgeous and charming. I refuse to fall in love with him,
even though when he asks me to submit to him, I want nothing more.
****GRAPHIC LANGUAGE, SEX, AND ADULT SITUATIONS****
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Jonathan
POV –
JONATHAN
She stared up at me with my dick at her cheek,
smiling. I propped my hand under my head to watch her. She licked me then slid the entire length down her throat. It
felt endless. She took my breath away.
“Where did you learn to do
that?” I asked.
“Los Angeles High School of
Performing Arts,” she said. “They taught me how to open my throat to sing. Then
Kevin Wainwright taught me how to put his dick down it.”
She was perfectly within her
rights to mention another man in passing. We were in the middle of exactly
nothing. Our encounter would be forgotten in a week. Yet, I didn’t care for it.
Not at all.
“I’d like
to thank LA Unified and Kevin Whatever for this moment.” I said.
A little laugh escaped her lips. “I like you,
Jonathan.”
Lots of women had told me lots of things over
the years, but rarely had they made something so simple sound so sincere.
“Feeling’s mutual Monica.” I did like her. She
was fun and smart, two traits that rarely kept company with beauty.
I had her again. I licked her. I fucked her
slowly, then quickly, then slowly again. She was easy to read, with her
shuddering cunt and articulate speech melting into throaty gasps. I pulled her
away, until she begged me for release. I complied, watching her lose herself in
pleasure.
***
I woke to the sound of the
water pipes humming. Even new plumbing didn’t keep a whoosh from being heard in
the bedroom whenever a faucet was turned. I didn’t mind knowing what was going
on in another corner of the house.
I found her at the sink, back to me, hair slung
over one shoulder so I could see her neck and the little red mark where I’d
bitten her. I’d wanted to make more, to stamp my feet in new snow, and feel her
buckle under my teeth.
I wouldn’t normally play with pain the first
time, but I had to hurt this one. I had to break the velvet texture of her
pleasure, like running across the smooth sand of the beach just to put your
footprints on it, or getting the first knife mark into the jar of peanut
butter, breaking the flawless swirl with a slash.
And when I’d bitten her, she groaned and pushed
herself toward me, a beautiful, smart, funny, masochist.
“How about another go?” I asked, my lips
exploring the curve of her neck. I slid the dress off her shoulders, feeling
her skin under it.
“Your phone rang,” she said.
“It’s always ringing.”
She threw her head back and her chest out, a
kitten under my touch. I’d have her on the counter, maybe. Or I’d throw her on
the floor. Condoms were upstairs. Fuck. I’d have to drag her up there by the
hair, or carry her like a gentleman. Whichever made her squirm more.
The phone buzzed.
Jessica.
“I think I need to take this,” I said, zipping her
back up while she went upstairs for her shoes. I popped the phone from the
charger and went outside.
“Jon.” Her voice, so collected and in control.
“Is this about the Eclipse show?”
“I need to know if you’re coming.”
I sat on the patio couch, rubbing my eyes. I was
tired again. Drained. “You have a career now. You don’t need me at every
event.”
“You’re a major collector. If you don’t go, it’ll
look like you only supported me because we were married.”
“No, it’ll look like I had other plans.”
“I need you to go.”
“I don’t need to look at you with Erik.” I was
getting pissed thinking about it. “Do you enjoy that it upsets me? Does it get
you off?”
“You know it doesn’t.”
“I’m not going. The end. Get your kicks
elsewhere.”
I hung up.
That was a first. I’d never told her to fuck off
before. I’d have to do it again some time. I leaned back in my chair staring
out at the pool, the surface still in the late summer heat.
My phone buzzed, and I looked over at the text.
—I’ll tell
Erik to stay home—
I realized I didn’t want her to acquiesce. Erik
pissed me off, but her friends whispering that I liked to fuck like a violent
offender were worse.
Which reminded me of the night before.
The singer. One more go.
Yes!
I went inside.
“Monica?” I cursed the size of the house. I
heard the rumble of a car starting out front. By the time I got out to the
porch, she’d pulled into the street.
We’d have another go when I got back. I was sure
of it.
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ABOUT THE
AUTHOR –
CD Reiss lives smack in the middle of Los Angeles with her
children and husband. She likes to make pretty pictures and write dirty scenes.
She eats dark chocolate and chili, together, sometimes with bacon, and
doesn't care what you think about that.
There are a million more things she could tell you
about herself besides that, but they're all too boring to mention
in company.
Review:
Beg!
I'll beg if that's what happens!
This is a real steamy, saucy number. It teases you enough to turn you on but is short enough to leave you hanging!
It's left open at the end, which leaves you questioning what is going to happen next. I think that this is very clever on behalf of the author as you just HAVE to read the next instalment. I know I did!
Monica is your average waitress/singer in LA, she is waiting for her one break. She has put her sex life on hold to pursue her dream of being a singer. Until she meets Jonathan, a wealthy businessman who's extremely good looking and cocky. They have an enormous amount of sexual chemistry and Monica keeps trying to fight it.
Who is going to beg first?
I love the idea of the novellas running like a mini series, as long as there's not too long a gap between them. I really enjoy C D Reiss' writing style as you can picture all the places she describes so well.
I'd give this novella 4.5 stars and hopefully the rest of them will live up to the reputation of the first book!
Review:
Beg!
I'll beg if that's what happens!
This is a real steamy, saucy number. It teases you enough to turn you on but is short enough to leave you hanging!
It's left open at the end, which leaves you questioning what is going to happen next. I think that this is very clever on behalf of the author as you just HAVE to read the next instalment. I know I did!
Monica is your average waitress/singer in LA, she is waiting for her one break. She has put her sex life on hold to pursue her dream of being a singer. Until she meets Jonathan, a wealthy businessman who's extremely good looking and cocky. They have an enormous amount of sexual chemistry and Monica keeps trying to fight it.
Who is going to beg first?
I love the idea of the novellas running like a mini series, as long as there's not too long a gap between them. I really enjoy C D Reiss' writing style as you can picture all the places she describes so well.
I'd give this novella 4.5 stars and hopefully the rest of them will live up to the reputation of the first book!
AUTHOR SOCIAL MEDIA LINKS –
GIVEAWAY:
Each blog -
10 dollar gift card to Amazon and an ecopy of the first sequence (episodes 1-3,
Beg/Tease/Submit)
It is the blogs responsibility to set up a rafflecopter
for their giveaway. Please be sure to include liking CD Reiss Facebook page as
an entry.
READING ORDER –
*SONGS OF SUBMISSION SEQUENCE ONE*
SONGS OF DOMINANCE (VERY SHORT)
*SONGS OF SUBMISSION SEQUENCE TWO*
RESIST – Expected Release August 2013
SONGS OF DOMINANCE (VERY SHORT)
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