You Can Call me Sir – Something Brave Coming Soon #BDSM #Erotica

Blurb: Blushing, shy Felicity does something incredibly brave and submits to a man she only knows as Sir, but will his demands push her beyond her limits?

Felicity attends the local burlesque fair just to sell her Quietly Cute jewelry. A handsome stranger offers to spank her, and she surprises herself by submitting. Sir makes her choose the implement he will use to take her spanking virginity—and uses it to great effect.

She finds herself becoming the sexy, self-made billionaire’s sub who is punished with bondage, forced into exhibitionism, hot wax and other delicious tortures. Felicity submits willingly, getting braver with every interaction. But when Samuel offers her the means to establish her business and pulls her out of the poverty she lives in, she snaps, seeing it as an insult to her pride and possibly even a payment for her sexual services.

Can Samuel convince her otherwise, or will she walk out of his life forever?

General Release Date: 17th November 2015

It was only when she walked back up the stairs that the reality of what she’d done really sank in. She was taking a riding crop to a strange man and she was going to let him hit her with it. She misstepped and tripped up the last stair to the second floor, catching herself before sprawling on the ground.
Of course, he was watching her. Their eyes met, and he smirked. She smoothed the length of her skirt, took a deep breath and walked toward him. He still smiled, his eyes sparkling as his lips curled, and Felicity remembered how good it had felt when he’d kissed her. He was going to do far more than kiss her. She caught her breath at the warming thought. The heat seemed to travel from her mind out to her extremities, pooling in the pit of her stomach and below, between her thighs. It worried her that if she got any more turned on, her juices would trickle down her leg. She couldn’t believe just how worked up she was after a few touches and a kiss. It wasn’t the physical things that made her so wet. It was the way he played with her mind.

Felicity strode over to her stall. She was determined not to let him see how nervous she was, so she put on a show.
“Ah, you’re back. I sold a necklace and some earrings while you were gone.” “Thank you.” Felicity walked around behind the stall to stand beside him.

“So what did you get?” he asked.

She passed him the long, thin bag.
“Oh, this does look encouraging.” He pulled out the crop and turned it in his hands, lifted it in the air, then peered along it, as if checking its straightness or length. He flexed it, an end in each hand, focused intently on the ridge of the bend.
Felicity danced from foot to foot and turned her head to check who was watching. Most of the stall owners stood alone, gazing into the air looking tired and bored. There weren’t many customers left as the clock ticked round to six.
Felicity saw a few gazes firmly fixed on her, the man and the crop.
She looked back just in time to see him swishing the crop downward in a rapid motion. It made the air vibrate with a clearly audible whistling whoop. He repeated the process and got an appreciative clap from the lady on the corset stall. He turned her way and bowed. A ripple of laughter spread out around them.
Felicity thought she’d been blushing all day, her cheeks had felt so warm but she’d been wrong. She hadn’t seriously blushed until that moment. Her cheeks bloomed with raging heat. They ached with it. It was embarrassing having so many people looking their way. All those people were thinking about what he was going to do with the crop and whom he was going to do it to—her.