Sexy Sunday Snippet: Spanking the Senator by Elizabeth SaFleur
Think Femme Domme might not be your thing? Elizabeth SaFleur promises her alpha male submissives who meet the female Dominants of their dreams are no pushovers. That’s what makes it so much fun, right?
About the book:
“No one is regular when it comes to sex.” ~Candor Moore
Secret Service Agent Candor Moore puts her life at risk every day to protect the men and women this country elects to high office. She expects no thanks, would prefer to remain invisible. So when she saves the life of Senator Thomas Kincaid she doesn’t know how to handle his sudden romantic interest in her. Love is messy. Love is unpredictable. Love cannot be controlled. But sex where she can exercise her full Femme Domme nature? Oh, yes.
Thomas can’t stop thinking about the beautiful guardian angel who put her body between him and a bullet—the first woman to spark his interest since his wife died. Candor proves to be a hard sell when he asks her out, and even harder to pin down around commitment. Thomas had never considered himself a sexually submissive man, but for his Mistress Angel’s love, he’ll go all in—which proves to be the key to earning her heart.
“Thomas.” Candor tapped her fingernails against her glass and scrutinized the man who sat before her full of hope, good looking, and, quite frankly, ignorant as to what he was getting himself into with her. Why did she find his innocence attractive? Perhaps she had delayed too long in immersing him in her brand of relationship, or non-relationship.
“Yes?” he asked.
“You like the idea of me dominating you.”
He nearly spat out his wine. She handed him his napkin.
“Would you like to find out how much?” she asked.
“Will you come to Montana?” He coughed a little into his napkin.
She rested her bare foot on his. He didn’t pull it back as he had at the restaurant.
“I will do more with you. Tonight,” she declared. Oh, that look on his face was priceless.
“Are you getting hard for me, Thomas?” she asked.
His neck flushed but his eyes stayed trained on hers. “Yes.”
She pushed out her chair and held out her hand. “Come with me.” The time for talk and teasing was over.
He looked up at her as if to ask, already? Yes, already, she thought.
She wasn’t going to go away with a man who didn’t understand she had one kind of relationship on her mind, and her preferences would never change. She’d tried a few vanilla dates here and there, even dated a man for six months whose idea of deviant sex was doing it upright in the shower. She’d been bored witless. Thomas, however, fascinated her.
Thomas pushed back his chair and rose. “Can I bring my wine?” He threw her a smile, trying to lighten the mood, which was not his job. She wouldn’t allow him to direct the atmosphere.
As they took the steps, her mind cleared of the day’s events. She tuned into Thomas. She noted his breathing, the way he clutched his wine glass, how his eyes stayed trained forward.
“Don’t be nervous,” she said as soon as they reached the top of the stairs. “You can always say no.”
“Not likely,” he said under his breath.
She turned for his bedroom where she’d napped in a very comfortable king-sized bed draped in soft green, white, and taupe bedding. The tall bedposts begged to be put to good use, and despite being surrounded with classic cherry furniture with brass handles, the room had potential for what she planned. When she woke earlier, she was sure she’d been transported to Colonial Williamsburg. Time to add her flavor to the décor.
He set his wine down on his nightstand. “Candor, it’s been a while.”
“It’s just if this is an audition . . .”
She smiled, but he looked grim. “No, Thomas.” She ran her palms down both his arms and captured his hands. “Remember, I won’t harm you,” she promised. “If you’d rather—”
“No,” he said quickly. “I want to.”
“Then take off your shirt. From there, I’ll direct your access to my body.”
His eyes darkened with lust. “Access,” he said.
“Yes, consider it like giving you permission.”
He swallowed so hard she saw his Adam’s apple move up and down. If this didn’t work, then there was no reason to torture each other with a trip across the country.
“You game?” she asked.
He nodded. “I’m game.” The words came out in a hoarse whisper, but his fingers moved to his buttons.
She stepped backward to give him room. Plus, she wanted to watch the reveal of his naked body. It wasn’t just men who got off on visual delights. Two buttons undone, and she could tell this man had hidden treasures.
His fingers stilled, and she glanced up at his face.
“Why, Thomas Kincaid, are you shy?”
“No. I just like taking my time.”
“As do I.”
“And I like watching you watch me. It’s like nothing bad can happen when you’re in the room.” The man smirked. “The first time I saw you, I thought a guardian angel stood over me. Silly, huh?”
“Not at all. Consider me your Mistress Angel.” She liked that—the sound of the name and its meaning. She would never let anyone hurt this man. She recognized a feeling of protectiveness toward Thomas, something she hadn’t felt in a while, certainly not about someone she wasn’t paid to protect. Other than Franco, of course.
More buttons released the constriction of fabric across his chest. He unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, shrugged out of the garment, and hung it over a chair back. His hands grabbed his under shirt and pulled it off over his head—a manly move she’d always adored—to reveal a delightful dusting of hair across his muscled chest, hair that was also peppered with gray and made him look even more masculine. This man pushed more than paper all day.
“Then I noticed your hair,” he said.
She walked to him and put a fingertip over his lips. Politicians made talking an art form, and silence would be one of his greatest challenges. Perhaps she’d gag him later—see if he could take not speaking.
She pushed him so the back of his knees hit the bed and he tumbled backward. He caught himself with his hands but didn’t try to get back up. His chest lay bared with his abs starkly delineated in muscle and a V of hair that trailed beneath his belt buckle.
She ran a fingertip over his stomach ridges. “You’ve been quite physical in your life.”
“Hay bales. Lifted thousands of them in my lifetime. No one who owns a horse ranch gets away without doing work.”
“Okay, then. I’m considering going to Montana with you.”
His words choked in his throat as soon as she reached his belt buckle.
After ridding him of his belt and dumping it unceremoniously on the floor, she cupped his trapped erection.
“Yes,” she said. “I like to consider all my options.”
After unbuttoning his trousers, she freed a cock she knew would be as magnificent as the man who leaned back on his elbows receiving her handling. She’d felt him before but now was treated to the full visual.
“They do grow you country boys big, don’t they?” she said, marveling at the flesh in her hands.
“Now you’re just flattering me.” His eyes held an astounding confidence. Clearly, her dominance fueled his courage—something she’d rarely seen in a man but which was oh-so-welcomed.
She let go of him and stood upright. Taking three steps back, she slowly lowered herself into a corner wingback chair.
“Thomas, take off the rest of your clothes. Show me what else you’ve got.”
He smiled and rolled his eyes, but God love the man, he rose and did what she asked. The loss of his shirt, trousers, socks and then those tight black briefs confirmed all the high hopes she had for this man.
Some men were just proportioned correctly with well-developed legs, torso, and arms as if they were designed to go with one another. Someone high above definitely designed Thomas Kincaid well—very well. He should have an ego the size of Montana. Instead, he stood before her, nude and comfortable, as if masculinity was in his genes, a man who had embraced the physicality of life from an early age.
Now she’d see how much he got off on being truly, thoroughly dominated.
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Elizabeth SaFleur writes contemporary romance that dares to “go there.” Expect alpha males (and females), seductive encounters, and love. Learn more about her steamy and sexy stories by following her on Amazon and Bookbub.