Thank you so much to all the people who helped make this event a success. All the votes have been counted, all the authors are being contacted with their winners but the winning scenes can now be announced.
The Top Three Scenes, in reverse order, are ……
- In third place, we have joint winners Samantha Kane and Eliza Gayle … click their names to go to their excerpts
- In second place, we have the scene from Sami Lee
And in First Place………
When her best friend takes her to a BDSM club in San Francisco Devin Delaney meets the beautiful, mysterious and commanding Shaye Vincent. The wealthy, enigmatic man takes her on a journey into the darker side of sex, and it’s addictive. He’s addictive.
At Sanctuary Devin’s kinkiest fantasies—and her emotions—shift into overdrive. But she’ll have to face old demons in order to give up control, and Shaye will have to walk through his own darkness. Can pain and desire bring them together? Or will it tear them apart?
Sensual, seductive and deeply moving—If you liked the Fifty Shades trilogy, you’ll fall in love with Sanctuary
“I appreciate you coming on such short notice,” he said.
“Well, you asked me to come. I thought…”
“What did you think?” he asked as he took her coat.
He hung her coat carefully in the foyer closet, then turned to face her. He looked beautiful and as wicked as ever in the low lighting coming from the living room.
He took her hand once more and pulled her in close enough that she could feel the hard planes of his body pressed against her breasts. She wanted to groan aloud, but bit it back.
He said quietly, so that she could feel his breath against her cheek, “We have no contract, Devin. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. We’ve negotiated some of your limits, but you never have to be here if you don’t want to.”
“Oh, I want to be here. I was just trying to tell you that I feel when you ask something of me, it becomes…exactly what I want.”
He surged against her, his arms going around her and holding her close.
“Ah, you are perfect, my girl.”
She smiled, a shiver running through her. At the small term of endearment. At knowing she’d pleased him.
“I’m going to strip you down now,” he whispered to her. “I’m going to spank you with a small leather strap until your gorgeous ass is pink, until you can’t take anymore. And then I’m going to fuck you.”
“Oh, yes…” she breathed, not entirely certain she’d actually said the words aloud until she heard his small, pleased chuckle.
In a flash he’d turned her around and had her naked, his own shirtless body pressing up behind her.
“Sh, now. Just follow my lead.”
Her head was spinning, sinking down and down, into that floating place where there was nothing but pleasure, despite the pain he might give her. She wanted it. Needed it.
She let him walk her into the living room, where he bent her over the end of the sofa.
“Rest your elbows on the arm of the couch to steady yourself,” he instructed. “Yes, good. You have the most delectable ass I’ve ever seen.”
He smacked her once, hard, making her jump, making her laugh.
“Oh, do you think that’s funny?”
He smacked her again and another giggle came out of her.
“Shaye, I…it’s just nerves or something.”
“Yes, I know. I’m not worried. I have my ways. Head down now, little Devin, and stay here quietly until I get back. Quiet and imagining what I might do to you in a few minutes.”
“Sh, quiet,” he said, a harder edge to his voice this time that made her limbs go warm, her mind buzzing.
She heard him walk away, the sweep of his bare feet. He’d left her shoes on, and she shifted from one foot to the other, heard the small squeak they made on the wood floors and tried to still herself. There was a momentary struggle to keep still, to do as he said. But she reminded herself that he had asked this of her—demanded it—and that was all it took for her body to calm of its own accord in a way that was almost meditative.
He was back in a few moments later, his hand resting at the small of her back, steadying her. Making her feel owned, somehow.
“You look so naked bent over like this,” he murmured. “I can just see the lovely seam of your pussy. Makes me want to touch you there. Like this.”
His fingertips stroked the sensitive flesh between her thighs and she went wet instantly.
“Spread a little for me. Yes, good.”
She felt wide open. Wanton. She loved it.
He grasped one hip in his big hand, pressed up against her, his erection against her buttock.
God, he was going to fuck her tonight. She could hardly wait. Her sex clenched at the thought.
His fingers found her wet slit once more, and he pushed one inside.
Stay quiet, Devin. Try to be quiet, to hold still, no matter what I’m doing to you. Do you understand?
When he pushed a second finger inside her, causing pleasure to spill into her system like liquid heat, she had to bite her lip.
He began a slow pumping rhythm, fucking her with his hand, and at the same time he began to spank her.
It didn’t hurt at first—she was too full of pure pleasure from what he was doing to her needy pussy. But soon he began to smack harder, and it became more difficult to keep quiet. But she would do it. For him.
He kept up the spanking, raining blows over her ass, her thighs, and all the time fucking her with his thrusting fingers. She was lost in pleasure—even the pain was pleasure. Lovely.
And then he hit her with something.
She smelled the leather even as she felt the wide strap across her bottom. She was too shocked to cry out.
He hit her again with the strap, and this time she did yelp.
“Come on, Devin. You can take it.”
And she could. She felt a certain pride well within her as he smacked her ass over and over with the leather strap, as she felt the welts rising on her skin. She knew she could handle the pain. And somewhere between the hurting strap and the lovely sensation of his fingers plunging inside her, the line began to blur. Sensation became one thing—pleasure and pain—and her service to him, that she was doing this to please him, but as she’d said, it was what she craved most now, as well.
It went on and on, until she felt her pussy swell with need, felt her climax trembling in her body, waiting, waiting.
Shaye must have felt it, too.
“Hold it back,” he ordered. “Don’t come until I tell you to.”
He began to fuck her harder with his hand, really slamming into her. At the same time he kept smacking her sore and stinging skin with the strap. Something about the sharp scent of the leather was driving her crazy. Needing to come was driving her crazy. Her legs began to shake.
“Oh, baby, this is beautiful,” he told her, his voice a little breathless. “You can do it. Hold it back for me.”
He hit her harder, and pleasure surged, making her pussy ache, her clitoris hardening until she could barely stand it.
“You can. And you will. Because I need to be inside you when come, baby. I need you to come all over me.”
She groaned as he slipped his fingers from her—at the los of sensation. At the knowledge that he would fuck her now.
In moments he was behind her once more, and she felt his strong, naked thighs against hers, the slight tickle of the fine hair there. Then his sheathed cock was poised at her entrance. She surged back against him, trying to take him in.
A low, rough chuckle from him. “Little Devin, you are not the one running this show, are you?”
“I like that—the way you say my name. I want you to ask for it.” His voice was rough with desire. “Ask me by name, Devin.”
He pressed his thick cock against her, the tip just slipping inside. She could feel the cool metal of his piercing even through the condom. “Please, what?”
She groaned. “Please fuck me.”
“Say it again. The right way.”
“Oh…please fuck me, Shaye.”
Eden Bradley aka Eve Berlin writes erotica and erotic romance for Bantam/Delta, Harlequin Spice, Berkley Heat, and Samhain Publishing. Several of her books have been Romantic Times Top Picks, and her novel FORBIDDEN FRUIT, was profiled in Cosmopolitan magazine’s Red Hot Reads.
In 2010 she launched her new pen name, Eve Berlin, exclusively for Berkley Heat, with the debut of her erotic romance, PLEASURE’S EDGE, winner of the 2010 Holt Medallion Award!
All of her book ratings at Goodreads reflect her favorite books, from those she loved to lifelong keepers.