HoHoHo...almost...
Happy #MidWeekTease day.
I've a book up for preorder from Totally Bound at the moment.
Book 5 in my Diomhair series.
Secrets Learned, so I've decided to take my tease from there...
(Mimi is about to decided whether she'll go and look around the club)
“Ring now," Theresa said. "Tomorrow never comes. And it’s the perfect
time for Alex. He’ll be home now and so you can chat to him without his mind on
other things.”
It is? He is? I
can?
“Um…”
“Oh, and you can tell him I gave you his card.
He’s my little brother,” Theresa said. “Much to his disgust.”
“Right. So how little?” Mimi guessed Theresa
was in her late thirties, around ten years older than Mimi herself.
“Seven minutes. I never let him forget I came
first.”
Mimi laughed. “My elder brother is like that
but, in his case, it’s seven years.”
“Bossy?”
“Yes, and annoying.”
“I know what you mean. You’ll know all about
dominant men, then. Hold on a sec.” There were muffled voices and Mimi was sure
she heard Theresa say ‘yes, Sir’. Then Theresa came back on the line. “I’ll
have to go. My lord and master is home. So you’ll ring Alex now?” She couched
it like a question, but Mimi heard the chairman in her voice.
“Yes, I promise.” She ended the call and looked
at the receiver as if it might bite. Why had she promised? Now she had to keep
her word.
Why was it freaking her out? Okay, she might
not know much about BDSM, except the little she’d gleaned from books, but it
didn’t worry her, disgust her or make her want to run screaming for the hills.
If she was honest, it intrigued her. The thought that some people might want,
need and like pain made her shudder, but she was a firm believer in each to their own. Surely this was a good
chance to satisfy her curiosity? And maybe discover if she’d be interested in
any of it.
Whatever ‘it’ was.
She began to dial.
The phone was answered promptly.
“Sunderland.”
The voice made her insides quiver. Whoever said
a voice wasn’t enough to make your skin tingle, your clit clench and your
juices gather and plead for escape was oh so wrong. It was more than enough. If
she hadn’t been trying to get enough saliva in her mouth to talk, she would
have moaned in…in what?
“Hello…is anyone there? Or is this a heavy
breathing phone call. Because I can tell you now you need to practice the
breathing bit. It’s rubbish.” His voice was harsh, but laced with humour and
made her want to apologise in every way possible.
“Oh, um, sorry, yes.” How could she say, one
word from you and I was in a sexual haze? That would be a great way to
introduce herself. Mimi bit back a hysterical giggle. “My name is Dominique
Leman. I’ve been given your card by your sister, to book a place on the ‘Meet
the Dom’”—she stumbled over the word—“Dom and chat to a sub night on Friday.”
There was silence and she wondered if he’d got
fed up and put the phone down. “Mr Sunderland?”
“Alex will do for now. So, Dominique.”
“Mimi,” she interrupted him. “I’m called Mimi.”
“Your birth name is Dominique?”
“Yes, but…”
“Dominique, don’t ‘but’ it or argue. I’ll call
you Dominique for now.”
His voice curled around her like deep, warm
velvet, and she responded to it like the victim of a siren’s song. “If you say
so.” With anyone else she would have argued or flatly refused to respond.
“I say so. Right, to business. My sister gave
you my name? And says you should come to a Meet the Dom night? That I’m
hosting?”
Why did he repeat everything she said? Wasn’t
it self explanatory?
“Yes, I’m on the same forum as her. The one
about what’s needed in the area.”
He sighed. “The one with people on it who think
we’re an abhorrence?”
Of course he’d know that bit. Eric had a loud
voice and an even louder way of sharing it. “Um, yes, so…”
“So, why you?”
Somehow she could imagine him running his hands
through his hair. Was he blond or dark? Was his hair straight, curly, long or
short? What colour were his eyes? Was he as fit as she imagined?
Questions, questions. It would be a pity if that voice belonged to a
guy with no charisma or a body that didn’t make you want to roll over and beg. Beg?
Where did that come from? Mimi dragged her mind away from hot bodied men to
remember the reason for her phone call. “Your sister thought I’d be impartial
and ask all the right questions.”
“And will you?”
How on earth could a voice make her thighs
damp? To say nothing of those places a wee bit higher.
“Well, I hope so. I haven’t got any ideas one
way or the another—not yet. That’s why I need to come and see for myself.” The
words made her tummy quiver. Excitement or worry? She had no idea. “Find out
what really goes on.”
“A good idea,” he said neutrally. “What do you
think you are?”
“Pardon?” What on earth did he mean?
***
Alex heard the astonishment in her voice and
sighed. What was his sister thinking about? He was almost sure Theresa wasn’t
setting him up with…well, with whatever or whoever, but what was all this about
a ‘Meet the Dom, chat to a sub’ session? It wasn’t something the club did, and
Friday was a busy, regular club night. Okay, he didn’t have a formal role this
week, but he had thought of showing his face and maybe seeing if any free sub
wanted to play. It was time he became active in the lifestyle again on a
regular basis. Or so Theresa told him at least once a week. Up until now he
hadn’t agreed with her.
Decision time.
“Do you think you are a Dom or a sub?” he asked
patiently, wishing he could see the face and body language of the mystery
woman. Hell, he didn’t even know what colour her hair was, let alone her age
and knicker size.
Pervert. That thought made him chuckle. Lots of people
could say that about his proclivities.
“Oh.” Her voice trembled, and she cleared her
throat.
He waited.
Silence.
“Tell me.” Alex invested his tone with what his
sassy sister called his Mr Master voice. “Would you want to direct, or are you
happy to be directed?”
“Uh.” Her voice changed. “Ah, well, either I
guess. Neither one nor the other. An impartial observer, as your sister asked.
Someone with an open mind.”
You
might think so, but your tone is all out and out sub, pet.
Alex made his mind up.
More than ever he thought this had to be
Theresa’s way of grabbing him by the scruff of his neck and making him think
once more. If so, he’d either thank her or throttle her after he’d met his
mysterious lady.
“If you give me your email address, I’ll email
you a do and don’t list and a disclaimer. Oh, and a temporary membership form,”
Alex said into the phone. “You’ll need to get them back to me before a decision
is made as to whether you can be admitted. If it’s a yes, I’ll send you details
of times and where to come.” He snapped out his sentences and was rewarded with
what sounded like a huff of annoyance. So the lady wasn’t all meek and mild
then. That boded well. Alex liked his sub to have a bit of sass.
Hold
on? My sub? Whoa, man, stop it now. Whatever is going on, it’s a look around
for that bloody forum, nothing else, even if Theresa has meddled. Talk about jumping to conclusions.
If you enjoyed this tease, Secrets Learned is out from Totally Bound on 29th December, but available to pre-order here
If you would like to read all the other #MidWeekTease posts ( and well, who wouldn't?) you can find them here
Happy reading,
love R X
