Hi! Thanks
so much for having me on your blog. I’m Alexis Alvarez, and I’d like to share
from my new novel, Myka and the Millionaire. It’s a full-length BDSM romance
with an HEA and lots of consensual kink.
Computer expert Myka Thomas is determined to start her own
business, and the last thing she needs is a man bossing her around and getting
in the way. But Gabriel Chevalier is not just any man, and when the dashing,
dominant millionaire makes his interest in her very clear, Myka cannot resist
his advances.
Stripped bare, spanked soundly, and brought to one shattering
climax after another, she soon finds herself both yielding even more completely
to his command of her body and even begging shamelessly for more of his
masterful lovemaking.
As Myka juggles two demanding jobs, she savors the time she
spends in Gabriel's palatial home. When she is in his presence, surrendering to
his firm, loving control seems natural, even when that means submitting to a
painful, embarrassing spanking when she has been disobedient. Before she can
stop herself, Myka is falling hard for Gabriel, but can she dare to risk giving
her heart to a man with so many shadows in his past that there may be no room
for her in his future?
Excerpt for Myka and the Millionaire
The
air smelled of sex and flowers; Myka’s head felt dizzy and she stepped closer
to Gabriel, treating him like a safety raft, forgetting momentarily that this
was his creation. He looked at her; tipped her chin up with his finger. He was
more dominant now. “Look at me. Are you doing all right?” He gazed at her to be
sure, then nodded. “Then let’s walk around. Where do you wish to go first?”
Myka
pointed. “There.” She couldn’t take her eyes away from the spanking bench, and
the woman cuffed to it, naked, offering her body up to the man beside her.
Gabriel
guided her over until they were standing a few feet away. He whispered into her
ear, “We never interrupt a scene unless it’s a safety concern. We’ll stand back
and watch from here, yes?”
The
man bent down to whisper something, and although it reminded Myka of the couple
in the previous club, she felt safer here. But when the man picked up something
from the floor, Myka caught her breath, clutched more tightly at Gabriel’s arm.
It was a leather paddle, black and long. It looked wicked; the leather shone in
the dim light, and the whole thing looked powerful. No toy, this. It seemed
capable of delivering serious pain. But she felt a sharp flare between her
legs, looking at the thing, imagining how it would feel on her own ass. Wielded
by Gabriel’s hand.
The
man ran the paddle up the woman’s naked legs, up to her buttocks, and she
clenched her muscles. He smiled and said, “Feels soft, right? Answer me.”
“Yes,
sir,” she answered. “Very soft.”
“But
it won’t feel that way in a few minutes, will it?” He continued stroking her
with the paddle, and she didn’t answer.
Gabriel
whispered to Myka, “He’s forbidden her to talk unless he specifically tells her
to answer. Anything else is for her to hear, but not to respond to. If she
makes a mistake, she gets punished.”
Myka
wasn’t sure she liked that. “It sounds like Simon
Says with a wicked twist.”
Gabriel
stifled a chuckle. “I suppose it does. It’s a hard game, true, but they both
like it. Watch her. See how she’s becoming aroused?”
The
woman glistened between her legs, which were spread across the bench and
fastened down at the ankles. Myka couldn’t believe she was watching a naked
woman in real life, discussing arousal levels.
“She
loves this,” Gabriel continued. “They play this way often.”
The
man slapped the woman’s left ass cheek with his hand, making her cry out in
surprise, leaving a bright red mark that faded quickly. He rubbed it for a few
seconds, then slapped the other, hard. The woman whimpered, wriggled in her
bonds. Myka could see her trying to rub her clit against the bench.
The
man noticed too, spoke to her sharply: “Jessica. You know better.” He raised
the paddle and brought it down hard, making the cheeks indent and bounce back,
and the woman cried out; before she was even done with her sound, the paddle
hit again, and she choked out another cry. The paddle continued to slap at her
ass, lower, higher, left, right; the uneven rhythm beat a staccato tune that
made Myka’s nipples peak and ache. She shifted, uncomfortable with her own
hunger, even as she could see the woman’s stimulation growing.
The
paddling seemed to go on forever; Myka watched, mesmerized, as the stiff
leather hit hard into the soft flesh. Jessica’s body seemed to learn the rhythm
after a while, the slap, hard indentation, the retraction. Her gasps indicated
that although the paddling hurt, she was also enjoying it.
At
first Jessica’s skin showed a few bright red marks from the first paddle blows;
soon the entire surface of her cheeks was a bright pink with patches of redder
skin here and there. And as the spanking continued, her entire bottom became a
shiny, painful-looking red.
Finally
the man dropped the paddle with a clatter and said, “Enough. Do you agree, Jessica? Answer me.”
“Yes,
sir!” Jessica wailed. “God, please.”
“Do
you want me to fuck you, Jessica?” the man asked her, teasing her wetness with
his fingers. “I think the punishment turned you on.”
The
woman moaned, but didn’t answer; she pulled at her bonds, trying to entice his
fingers closer.
“Do
you want to ride my hand? Should I bring my fingers closer and let you enjoy
some pleasure, now that you took the pain for me?” He stroked her with one
hand, and inserted the other one beneath her chest to play with her nipples.
Jessica
whimpered, “Please, Brett. Sir.”
Brett
removed both hands and stood. “Did I tell you to speak?” He picked up a cane
from beside him on the floor. “You know what happens when you disobey. Five
strokes, hard ones. Any noise and I double it. Understand? Answer me.”
“I
understand, sir,” the woman said with a small sob.
Myka
turned to Gabriel, pulling his arm. “Is he—is he going to really hurt her?” She
didn’t realize how tense her hand was until he gently pried her fingers out of
the tight clench.
“No
more than she can handle,” he murmured. “She hasn’t said her safeword, Myka.
She wants this.”
“But
how do you know? How does he know? It looks so awful.” Myka’s voice started to
rise despite her intentions, and she put a hand to her mouth, remembering the
rule about not disturbing.
Gabriel
led her a distance away. “Does this scare you?”
“Yes.
No. Yes. I—A little. It hurts her. What if she’s only taking it because she
thinks she has to? Because she’s broken inside? Because she’s turned into a
zombie?” Myka’s hands clenched again, nails digging into her palms.
Gabriel
tapped her hands. “Relax, Myka. When she’s done, we’ll talk to her, to them.
You can ask her. Yes?”
“God,
I don’t know. That would be so… weird. Wouldn’t it?” Myka glanced back over in
time to see the cane swish down onto Jessica’s skin, hard. Jessica made a high
keening noise and her whole body tensed up. Myka’s did too, when she saw the
bright red stripe across the Jessica’s already marked buttocks.
Gabriel
put his hands on Myka’s shoulders. “Do you still want to watch?”
Myka
nodded, unable to look away, even though she felt a kind of terror. The cane fell
again, again. Again. Jessica’s body quivered and shook, but the only sounds she
made were tiny high-pitched squeaks and squeals. Myka had no idea how Jessica
was managing not to scream. Again. Each stroke left a new red stripe,
delineated and raised, and Myka could tell that those were going to last for a
while. Finally Brett dropped the cane, and Myka breathed out a shuddering sigh
of relief.
Gabriel
was watching Myka, not the couple, his eyes thoughtful. “He’ll give her the
pleasure now,” he whispered, touching Myka’s arm. “Watch.”
And
Myka did watch; she stared as Brett knelt down and used his mouth on Jessica,
his hands stroking her breasts and her skin; she looked on as the woman
exploded in a clear burst of ecstasy, her whole body shaking, screams of
pleasure bursting from her throat, an endless song of joy, several full minutes
of whole body arousal. Myka felt sweat bead on her forehead, her own breathing
quicken, and whether it was from Jessica’s exquisite pleasure or the smell and
warmth of Gabriel beside her as well, it was hard to say.
By
the time Jessica stopped orgasming and collapsed back into herself, Brett bent
over her, whispering to her, stroking her, Myka’s fingers were in her mouth and
she stood entranced. When Gabriel brushed her shoulder, she started, but
followed as he said, “Come with me.”
He
led her out of the main room into a smaller one, empty, and closed the door.
This room had a large bed, but Gabriel directed them to a soft couch. He handed
Myka a bottle of water. “Drink it all,” he ordered with a smile, “and then
we’ll talk.”
Myka
frowned, but realized her thirst; after the alcohol and the stimulation of
watching the couple, she was parched. She drank deeply, handed him the empty
bottle, and looked at her hands in her lap.
“It’s
intense, yes?” Gabriel asked her.
Myka
nodded. “I wanted to see this, I’ve been so curious. It’s much harder than it
sounds in books. Rougher in real life than in videos online.”
“Also
more arousing.” Gabriel’s voice was curious. “I think watching that scene
turned you on, Myka. Am I right?” When Myka didn’t answer, he tapped his finger
under her chin. “Myka. Answer me, please.” His eyes were trained on hers,
waiting.
Myka
flushed. “Yes,” she whispered.
“Do
you want to try that with me? Let me bind you, punish you, bring you to
ecstasy?”
About Alexis Alvarez
Alexis
Alvarez is a romance writer, a photographer, an engineer, a dachshund owner, a
mother, a reader, and the kind of person who enjoys inappropriate jokes with
her family. Her romance book heroines
are strong, intelligent women who enjoy submission on their own terms and do
not compromise their integrity and feminism.
When she’s not travelling or taking pictures, you can find her in her
home office, drinking La Croix water and dreaming up new novels.
Thanks
so much for having me on your blog!
Happy reading, everyone.
