As always I was given two excerpts
one clean and one not so much
so I put both in
Release date: 30th June 2016
Genre: Erotic suspense/thriller
Author: Lilah E. Noir
Cover design: Lilah E. Noir
Editing: Heather’s Red Pen Editing Services
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Lina Riley, an inspiring leader of her software development company, is a lady of many strengths and one weakness. A skillful business negotiator, she pays the price of her success with long working hours and a bad smoking habit. It is the one battle this powerful woman just cannot seem to win.
To the world, Thomas Jett seems like the poster boy for nice, respectable guys. A talented programmer and a well-liked colleague, Jett does a good job hiding his secret. Little does anyone know about his dark, lustful side and intense domination urges. Lina has been his weakness and obsession ever since he first stepped into her office for a job interview. He also may be the right man to help her be stronger.
Thomas offers Lina a way to get over her addiction… but she’ll have to fully submit to his authority. Could a woman like Lina surrender to her desires in the hands of a much younger man? Is she strong enough to give him her submission? Does Thomas have ulterior motives? How long can they stay on the edge before someone gets hurt?
Lilah E. Noir is an author of dark erotic novels and stories with elements of taboo, seduction and different aspects of the BDSM spectrum. Her tales are focused on the intricate relationships between people and their rough yet always sensual encounters.
Lilah is an author of Stroker Ace, a menage novella that has been nominated for a Best BDSM Book of 2015 at the Menage category.
Unorthodox Therapy is her debut full-length novel and a first part of a trilogy exploring the nature of addiction.
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Excerpt One (Clean) – 940 words
The young man put the cane back in the cupboard and came closer to me. He took a hold of my chin and made me look him straight in the eyes. It was clear his playful mood had evaporated. Thomas caressed my skin with his fingertips as he kept talking. “I’m well aware of what you’re going through, Lina. You make up your mind to finally cut the cord with your bad habit, but then life seems harder without the cloud of smoke around you. Over the years, you’ve learned to associate your bad habit with a sense of peace and quiet. So of course, you long to get back to the state of bliss and so you fail. Each time you fail, it gets harder to resist during the next attempt. Self-denial and pulling yourself together doesn’t work.”
“Thanks for the psychoanalysis, Doctor Freud, but you do realize you’re not telling me anything new, don’t you?” I breathed in and closed my eyes. Don’t let him get in your head.
He released my face from his firm grip, and a sudden wave of frustration rushed over me. His warm fingers had made me feel so protected. Protected from what? From him? You’re unraveling. Get out of that nuthouse now before it gets worse!
“How exactly do you plan to help me?” I asked and looked down at one of the large pink vibrators.
“By conditioning your brain.” Thomas walked around me, and for the second time that evening, his warm palms rested on the back of my neck. What was more irritating? That I allowed him to touch me in all sorts of creepy manners or that I loved it too much to tell him to stop? “You will never succeed if you think of cigarettes as your safe harbor. That is why I’ll use the carrot and stick method to get you in the right frame of mind. It’s crucial that you learn to associate smoking with pain and distress, but I’ll need your submission and obedience for it to work.”
Those two words made my pussy get even slicker and made my erect nipples hurt with longing. But why? What game was he playing?
“Forget it, Thomas. If this is some convoluted plan to put me in a humiliating position, you really don’t know me well enough.” My anger and disappointment pushed the lust away and gave me some temporary balance. “Are you in this alone? Or there are other pranksters who wanted to see the boss make a fool of herself?”
Thomas didn’t tremble at my accusation and moved his lips to my ear.
“That’s another problem I noticed. You keep all your tension bottled up instead of finding a healthy outlet. You’re obsessed with the thought of being seen as weak and this is your biggest vulnerability. Quite ironic.”
“What else, doctor?” I snapped and turned to face him with determination. “What else do you assholes discuss behind my back? Let me guess. I’m a frigid ice queen in serious need of getting laid? Well, you know what? I’ve got absolutely no problem in the sex department. I lead a healthy and normal intimate life. I actually happen to have a very high sex drive. So, please, keep me out of your locker room talk!” It wasn’t entirely true, but he had no business digging into my brain anyway. “You can’t spank the smoking out of me. How about we forget this evening ever happened?”
“Do you know what is funny, Lina?” Thomas raised his hands in comic defeat but his eyes gleamed with satisfaction. “You’re the one who keeps bringing sex up, naughty girl. I hadn’t mentioned any sexual play yet. Discipline, punishment and rewards can happen entirely without it.” He took a step closer and pressed his lips to my neck. “You should have told me earlier you wanted me, boss.”
“Quit joking around.” His kiss and its intensity weren’t a joke at all, though. His lips traced a line down my neck and I had to force myself to think of the least pleasurable things so it wouldn’t affect me. I pushed him away and said in a stern, clipped voice, “I hope this isn’t some sick revenge against your mother. If I wanted to be punished, I would prefer it to be for my own sins. I’ve done too much for you to deserve it, though. Did you really hate me all these years?”
“What?” Thomas raised his eyebrows and blinked a few times, completely caught by surprise. “Lina, I never thought I’d hear such a silly assumption from you. My mother doesn’t even look like you. If anything, you’re her total opposite. Besides, she and I are trying to patch things up right now. She’s finally realizing her mistakes. Whatever anger I felt for her is gone.” His hands found their way to my shoulders and he gave me his typical mischievous smile. “I’m deeply grateful for all you do for me. I admire you. That’s why I want to help you deal with your problem. It’s a shame such a strong woman is a slave to nicotine.”
“There are much worse addictions, Thomas.” The sudden shame confused my emotions even further. The thought that somehow I hadn’t lived up to his expectations, that I wasn’t a role model, made no sense, but the feeling resurfaced and it hurt.
“That is true.” He kissed my forehead in a chaste manner and placed his palms on my shoulders, applying deep pressure. “But there are much better ones as well. I won’t try to persuade you. Do you want my help, Lina?”
Excerpt 2 (Explicit) – 96o words
I felt like someone had lifted the burden of the entire week from my shoulders. My mind was overfilled with emotions raging from relief to lust. Shame had no chance to creep in, but how could I put it all into words when my own body still dominated me, demanding release from the fire of my lust?
I hadn’t realized my vision was blurred with tears until Thomas brushed his thumb below my eyelid and wiped them away. He stroked my cheek with a sympathetic expression and whispered,
“There’s no need to say anything, Lina. You’ll figure it out in the process. Just allow yourself to feel now.”
As if I had a choice. Feeling was all I could do. Every small brush over my skin triggered fire straight to my pussy; every whisper of his calm voice caressed my body like both feather and whip.
The switch flipped and Thomas’s personality shifted from kind to sadistic without warning. He tugged the leash and moved toward the staircase while I was still down on my knees.
“It’s time we went upstairs for our training session, pet.”
I tried to get to my feet but Thomas shook his head, tutted and put a hand on my shoulder. He pushed me back to a kneeling position and spoke with a wicked grin.
“No, Lina, I want you to get in the mindset of what it’s like to be a sub. Crawl for me, my pet and trust me to lead you.”
“This is demeaning.” I whimpered in weak protest.
He didn’t say a word and kept walking, tugging my leash carefully. I didn’t have much of a choice except to do as Thomas commanded. Crawling on the staircase after my self-proclaimed Master on a tight leash was one of the most surreal experiences I’d ever had. My pride wept at the debasement but the sensations were riveting. He was walking without any sign of hesitation in his steps, and every once in a while he muttered what a good pet I was. Those words made my long suffering body and mind feel elated, as if I were floating during the act of surrender.
The next day, my flesh would be sore and stretched but today I was getting further past my inhibitions than ever. I felt brave, adventurous and too aroused to analyze the situation. All I could think at the top of the staircase was how my nipples were as heavy and filled with blood as if he’d restrained them with clamps.
Thomas led me into the kitchen and let my leash drop to the floor as soon as we reached the big round table. The room was so different to the peaceful, sunlit place I remembered from our discussion last Saturday. He had turned the lights off and everything was clouded by the soft velvet embrace of twilight. The only sources of illumination were two tall candlesticks whose small flames cast shadows over my face.
I had been too shocked to notice any small details last week but at that moment, all my senses were heightened. The fragrance of aromatic wax, probably cinnamon, made me tingle with expectation of the surprises Thomas had prepared for me. I closed my eyes to let the anticipation fully sink in and take control of me. Thus, I failed to notice the other objects on the table and yelped in surprise at the familiar bite of the clamps on my already engorged nipples.
“I remember you loved them.” Thomas laughed at my panic and slapped my ass playfully when he’d finished adjusting the clamps on my breasts. “Up on your feet now, pet.” He handed me a hair tie once I opened my eyes. “For the next part, tie your hair as tightly as possible. It would be in the way for what I have in mind. Bend over the table. Place your hands palms down next to your head. Spread your legs as wide as you can. I need full access to your pussy.”
“How long do I have to wait?” I moaned while I was tying my hair in a messy bun with shaking hands. The pain in my heaving breasts was the final straw, pulling me into an almost hallucinating state of arousal. “Thomas… Sir… I can’t last. I need you so badly. I’m in so much pain. Please, spare me.”
“So do I, my pet.” He was hovering over me. He had taken off his pants and underwear and the tip of his throbbing cock nearly pressed against my ass cheek. Thomas was holding himself by the shaft and staring at me with intensity. “The week wasn’t easy for me either.”
My skin was burning brighter than the flames of the candles lighting up my exposed, dripping flesh. This time, he didn’t use any bondage on me save for the symbolic leash, but his steely willpower had me fully restrained. One look and an order with his calm voice and my body turned into a mess of pent-up lust.
A week of holding back added up as well.
“I’m scared,” I whispered, and in response, Thomas pressed my shoulder harder against the table.
“I know. Don’t move an inch. If you change your position even slightly, the next step would be to have you wear a chastity belt for the next week.” The firm dungeon dominant had returned. The seriousness of his threat took its toll on my feverish brain.
“Yes, Master. Just, please, hurry up. I’m dying,” I whispered in a small voice, without recognizing myself.
“You’re a good girl, Lina, but don’t try to dictate my pace.” Thomas leaned forward to nibble my earlobe. Then he stepped back and out of my sight. “Close your eyes.”