What’s the background to the story, Rescuing
Cade?
I was asked
to write a story for an erotic romance anthology. Almost immediately I had my
character, Cade, form in my head and a love story for him, but then I was
informed the anthology would be BDSM. I thought I’d have trouble with the genre,
but the editor of the proposed anthology said, ‘give it a go’. I began to adapt
the love story in my mind for the character Cade, thinking I’d have to consider
the plot for a short time, but only a few days later the anthology was
cancelled. By then Cade was so real to me and a story with a sprinkle of the
genre, BDSM, was firmly in my mind, so I wrote it.
The story is
much longer than I originally thought it might be, especially when it was going
to be for an anthology, and the romance conflict arc is now about both Cade and
my heroine, Marissa. As usual, I fell in love with my characters and couldn’t
stop writing until they reached their HEA.
I did a
little research for this story because I didn’t know much about the type of club
Jack, Cade’s friend, takes him to. Once I no longer needed to place emphasis on
dominance and submission, the story unfolded easily, interweaving with the
original love story I had for Cade when he first began whispering in my ear.
With
scorching hot love scenes, tender moments, a dash of angst and a splash of
humor this is Cade’s journey to love again.
I hope
readers enjoy it.
Blurb
Rescuing Cade
Cade’s
trying to get over a broken heart when his friend Jack takes him off to a
nightclub, named only, The Club. Although at first Cade is shocked by the place
he meets Marissa. It’s not long before he and Marissa get together, but under
the pressure of expectations from, The Club, and Marissa’s fear of commitment,
they’re both running in opposite directions.
Gorgeous
Cade has touched Marissa’s heart in ways she doesn’t want to admit.
Lovely
Marissa has lifted Cade’s sadness and opened his heart to love again.
The trouble
is — someone has to give a little. Who’s it going to be?
The lights were low and Marissa took a seat at an empty table close to
the small group of people. Strategically placed, she took in the delicious
sight that was Cade, only a yard away now.
Blue eyes,
mmm, my favorite. Look at those lips, made for kissing, biting, sucking. She cast
her eyes over his ass and thighs. She soaked up the sight of his handsome jaw
line and her eyes flicked to his groin, where she assessed the hang of his suit
pants and licked her lips at the promise of a big cock. Holy hell, he’s gorgeous. I’d like him on a collar and leash waiting
for me to slap his ass and fuck him senseless. I’d like to slip a blindfold on
him and run a feather over his cock to see it jerk to life. I’d like to tie him
to a chair, suck him almost to orgasm, and then leave him to beg for release.
Wonder if he’s dom or sub?
As Marissa considered Cade’s preference, he turned and looked straight
into her eyes.
A huge stab of sexual excitement throbbed in her pussy. With her clit
buzzing, she leaned a little forward to smile at Cade.
He looked away.
Marissa saw him gaze around the room. She watched as his shoulders
slumped.
The room was large and divided by obvious walkways. A small dance floor
held writhing couples, dangerously close to each other, some half-naked. Doms
occupied the tables with their Subs in various scenes, all taking their
pleasure without concern. Other Doms sat in the low leather lounges watching.
It was all much the same as usual. One Dom fucked his Sub from behind, one hand
fisted in her hair, and the other gripping her jaw turning her face to kiss and
bite her lips. A Sub straddled her Dom, her hands held high above her head tied
with a satin ribbon, as the Dom took his fill of her breasts.
Marissa heard his growl.
“Don’t you come until I say you may … I want you across the table.
You’ll come on my fingers and then my cock. Do you understand? I might have to
punish you again.”
The Sub’s whispered answer must have been to his liking. He kissed her
tenderly.
Marissa looked away. Her pussy creamed and a sigh of appreciation
escaped her. Marissa loved sex. She liked to be in control, although she’d
scened with a Master, a friend, when she needed release. Her role in The Club
was as a Domme, but she was vanilla, the specialist in helping newcomers.
Everything she did, she designed to bring maximum pleasure to her Sub whilst
simultaneously taking it herself. She enjoyed the control she wielded. It
suited her to be the one with the power, and in her mind, the choice to walk
away.
The Club had been open for more than a decade and was considered one of
the best in the country. Safety was their priority, that and pleasure. To
Marissa’s knowledge, no one left The Club after seeking a niche there and never
came back.
Marissa found her gaze straying back to Cade.
He stood awkwardly by the table where Jack finger-fucked his current
Sub. She laid back with her legs wide apart, her dress up around her waist, and
her wrists tied over her head with a blue satin scarf. If she’d worn panties to
visit The Club, there was no sign of them now.
Marissa watched the Sub squirm, whimpering for release.
Jack shook his head. “Not yet, sweetheart, I’m enjoying your lovely
pussy. Your cream’s running down my palm. I’m going to lick it up and then I’ll
think about letting you come. Are you enjoying showing my guest what a good girl
you are?”
The Sub murmured, her breath hitching as Jack bent and thrust his tongue
into her pussy.
“Yes, sir, it’s exactly how I hoped it would be.”
Marissa’s pussy drenched her panties. She licked her lips.
Cade lurched around and took a step toward her table.
He looked unseeing right into Marissa’s eyes, the expression on his face
a glaze of pure confusion, and then he passed by heading to the bar in the
corner.
Marissa watched him take a sip of the iced water he’d ordered, then she
too got up and walked away from that part of The Club where sex soaked the air
with erotic perfume, and the sounds of orgasm played havoc with her own
desires.
Copyright Elodie Parkes, Evernight
Publishing 2015
About
Elodie:
Elodie
Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often
with a twist of mystery, paranormal, fantasy, or suspense. Her books are always
steamy. Her tag is, Cool stories: Hot love scenes.
Elodie lives
in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes
at night, loving the cloak of silent darkness that descends on the rural
countryside around her home.
Elodie
writes for, Evernight Siren Hot Ink Press
Eternal Press Secret Cravings Ra Jones Anthologies Side
Street Cookie Publishing
She has also
released titles as an individual indie author.
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