Bound
By Cotton
Contains a character introduced
in The Present and featured in Valentine Dreams
Becky’s
Valentine Dreams left her with a longing for the supernatural and as
another holiday approaches, she’s ripe for another sexual
adventure. Museum curator Peter isn’t what she’d expected but,
then again, trying to fathom the wants of unearthly beings is
complicated at best. His tastes are far more exotic than she’s used
to and may just be more extreme than she can handle. Her mysterious
new lover can fulfill her every lust-filled fantasy, force her to her
knees with a look, have her wet and writhing with a touch and leave
her aching for the explosive release only he can bring.
Unimaginable desires tease just beyond
her reach, unimagined pleasures tempered by pain, a lifetime of
learning in a single night—but first Becky must learn to submit.
Reader Advisory: This story has graphic
sexual language and scenes—no closed bedroom doors (or other rooms)
here!
A contemporary
BDSM erotica from Ellora’s Cave
An
Excerpt From: BOUND BY COTTON
Copyright
© PATRICK KHAYLER, 2016
All
Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
The door closed, plunging her into a
darkness lit only by the ephemeral glow of the displays in the
distance. Even through her clothes she felt the heat of his body. The
hard bulge in his pants pressed against her, demanding attention. His
hands gripped her ass and pulled tighter. She snaked her arms around
his body. “I don’t know if I can…” She turned her lips
upward, hoping her words didn’t disappoint him.
“My sweet Rebecca,” he whispered in
reply. “You’ve already begun.”
She tasted his lips. A soft, moist
press. His warm tongue touching her own. His hands slipped farther,
cupping between her thighs and ass. As he lifted, she relinquished
the floor and wrapped her legs around his waist. She panted, touching
his head with the backs of her hands as his lips found her neck.
Gentle. The soft heat of his tongue
pressed her jaw line, teased her senses for less than a second before
slipping another inch, covering every inch of her neck, kiss by
succulent kiss. Her back pressed against the closed door and he
leaned into her. The bulge beneath his pants teased her clit through
her moist panties. She moaned, ready to give him anything he asked as
long as he slid his cock into her.
With a gentle nip against her shoulder,
he lowered her legs until her feet rested on solid ground. She stood
on shaking legs, unable to see anything in the dim light. She could
only feel.
His strong hands cupped her face,
turning her chin upward to kiss her lips again. He leaned into her,
compressing her breasts against his chest. Fingers tangled in her
hair, pulled sweetly and bared her throat to his tongue. His free
hand slid down her arm and closed around her wrist before raising it
above her head and forcing it against the steel frame. She didn’t
struggle. She had no desire to escape, only to yield.
His hand released her hair, brushing
her cheek before it slid down her other arm. She felt his hot breath
on her ear as he lifted her other wrist above her head to join the
first.
“Are you mine?” he asked, his tone
low.
She barely managed to find a single
word. “Yes.”
His tongue lapped her earlobe. She
tried to push her hips against him but his pelvis ground hard,
holding her in place. He shifted his grip, holding both her wrists in
a single hand.
“I can smell your arousal. The scent
of beauty.” His voice had become heated passion.
He stepped slightly, opening space
between them but refusing to release her hands. She opened her eyes
to see him but a dark outline was all he’d become. His fingertip
touched her lips and she took it into her mouth, sucking lightly. A
promise to yield. She released the suction with regret, allowing his
finger to resume its downward pull. Her chin. Her throat. Her chest.
He cupped her breast and slid lower. She gasped and urged her hips
forward.
“I will make you my masterpiece.”
His hand found the hem of her dress, pulling upward. “Are you
willing to learn?”
“I am.” Her resistance had faded
long ago. She wanted him inside her. Nothing less would quench her
need.
Valentine
Dreams
Patrick
Khayler
Assistant
Principal Becky moved to Houston for a new start but as Valentine's
Day approaches, she can only think about the couple she left behind
and that life-changing night they allowed her to share. So when a
breathtaking woman suddenly appears and melts Becky’s panties with
just one hot look, newly awakened Becky can't wait for what their
next encounter might bring. Hiding her desire to be with another
woman is hard enough but dodging her work duties to be with the
mysterious, almost unearthly, object of her desire might just end her
career. The enchantress promises Becky a Valentine's Day she’ll
never forget but first Becky has to be brave enough to seek out
Valentine Dreams of limitless pleasure.
Reader Advisory: This story has
graphic sexual language and scenes—no closed bedroom doors (or
other rooms) here!
An erotica romance
from Ellora’s Cave
An
Excerpt From: VALENTINE DREAMS
Copyright
© PATRICK KHAYLER, 2016
All
Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
Becky could
actually hear her own heart pounding. The air seemed to move as the
woman spoke. Every hair on Becky’s body felt lifted and pulled at
the same time, as if the visitor’s presence alone had become a
palpable touch. Ethereal fingertips brushed across her neck before
dancing down her spine in an indescribable bouquet of sensation.
Warmth expanded in her chest, rushing toward her abdomen before
leaping across each of her toes.
What’s happening to me?
Becky watched the woman levitate
herself into the chair only a few inches from her own, the same
perfect posture pressing her breasts outward and hinting at the
nipples below. The overpoweringly seductive scent. The woman’s
knees touched and turned inward, letting the fabric of her dress
brush against Becky’s. She leaned her elbow on the table and rested
her chin on the back of her hand, staring with what could only be
described as rapt fascination.
“I’m Valentine,” the woman said.
Becky licked her lips, nerves frayed.
She didn’t want to move her legs farther away but she wasn’t
quite ready to move them closer either. “Like the day?” Her flush
deepened. How could I say something so stupid?
Valentine smiled sweetly before setting
her palm on Becky’s twitching knee, immediately calming it.
“Exactly like the day. As in four days from now.”
Her hand felt wonderful. So warm. So
close. “I’m Becky. I can’t say Valentine’s Day is one of my
favorites.”
Valentine pushed out her lower lip and
tilted her head in a pout. Her hand moved gently from Becky’s knee
to her thigh and back down again. “Well then, I’ll just have to
change your opinion of my day, won’t I, Rebecca?”
Becky was wet and horny as hell. She’d
only met Valentine minutes before and she was already aching to kiss
her beautiful mouth but her eyes were drawn to the small tattoo. Half
of the heart was now obscured by the top of Valentine’s dress but
Becky couldn’t look away from the voluptuous skin beneath it. She
wanted to touch it, draw her finger around the outline until she
discovered where the arrow led.
“It’s a birthmark,” Valentine
said.
Becky’s gaze leaped back to the
luscious smile and insanely green eyes. No. Blue eyes. Dark blue.
Infinite dreams. I can’t believe I’m thinking about her breasts!
“What? I wasn’t—”
“That damn word again. You have to be
willing to ask for the things you want, Rebecca, or you’re never
going to get them.”
Becky inhaled sharply. Lisa had said
the same thing. A coincidence. “I was looking at the
tattoo—”
“Birthmark,” Valentine interrupted.
Valentine took her elbow off the table
and cupped Becky’s knee between her hands. She leaned forward,
sliding both hands upward as she moved. Her advance halted with her
breasts inches away from Becky’s lips. Her fingers pressed through
the fabric of Becky’s dress until Becky could feel them against her
damp panties. Becky’s breath caught at the touch as she struggled
to keep her legs open.
Valentine’s hot breath whispered in
Becky’s ear seductively, “Now you can see it properly. All you
had to do was ask.”
Valentine’s dress pulled against the
skin only a kiss away. Becky stared at the birthmark. Deep red.
Perfectly shaped. The arrow disappeared beneath the fabric, hidden
from view. God I want you!
“It points to my hard nipple. But,”
her soft lips found Becky’s ear with a gentle kiss, “you’re
going to have to ask if you want to see for yourself.”
Before Becky could beg for her
permission, the seductress sat up slowly, then stood. She placed a
fingernail beneath Becky’s chin and led Becky’s gaze upward until
the two of them connected across the intervening space. Her voice was
sex without limits. “It’s been a pleasure, Rebecca. I’d like to
see more of you. A lot more. If that’s what you want. Wear a smile
next time. Panties are optional.”
The
Present
Patrick
Khayler
Lisa and Davis love each other as much
as any two people can. With the children gone for a single evening
for the first time ever, the couple’s tenth wedding anniversary
already promises unbridled pleasure. A chance meeting with recent
divorcee Becky leads Lisa to stumble on the opportunity of a lifetime
and she realizes she’s found a priceless object both she and Davis
have long desired. If she can just acquire this perfect present, a
lust-filled erotic fantasy beyond imagining will provide them all
with a night they’ll never forget.
An
Excerpt From: BOUND BY COTTON
Copyright
© PATRICK KHAYLER, 2016
All
Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
The door closed, plunging her into a
darkness lit only by the ephemeral glow of the displays in the
distance. Even through her clothes she felt the heat of his body. The
hard bulge in his pants pressed against her, demanding attention. His
hands gripped her ass and pulled tighter. She snaked her arms around
his body. “I don’t know if I can…” She turned her lips
upward, hoping her words didn’t disappoint him.
“My sweet Rebecca,” he whispered in
reply. “You’ve already begun.”
She tasted his lips. A soft, moist
press. His warm tongue touching her own. His hands slipped farther,
cupping between her thighs and ass. As he lifted, she relinquished
the floor and wrapped her legs around his waist. She panted, touching
his head with the backs of her hands as his lips found her neck.
Gentle. The soft heat of his tongue
pressed her jaw line, teased her senses for less than a second before
slipping another inch, covering every inch of her neck, kiss by
succulent kiss. Her back pressed against the closed door and he
leaned into her. The bulge beneath his pants teased her clit through
her moist panties. She moaned, ready to give him anything he asked as
long as he slid his cock into her.
With a gentle nip against her shoulder,
he lowered her legs until her feet rested on solid ground. She stood
on shaking legs, unable to see anything in the dim light. She could
only feel.
His strong hands cupped her face,
turning her chin upward to kiss her lips again. He leaned into her,
compressing her breasts against his chest. Fingers tangled in her
hair, pulled sweetly and bared her throat to his tongue. His free
hand slid down her arm and closed around her wrist before raising it
above her head and forcing it against the steel frame. She didn’t
struggle. She had no desire to escape, only to yield.
His hand released her hair, brushing
her cheek before it slid down her other arm. She felt his hot breath
on her ear as he lifted her other wrist above her head to join the
first.
“Are you mine?” he asked, his tone
low.
She barely managed to find a single
word. “Yes.”
His tongue lapped her earlobe. She
tried to push her hips against him but his pelvis ground hard,
holding her in place. He shifted his grip, holding both her wrists in
a single hand.
“I can smell your arousal. The scent
of beauty.” His voice had become heated passion.
He stepped slightly, opening space
between them but refusing to release her hands. She opened her eyes
to see him but a dark outline was all he’d become. His fingertip
touched her lips and she took it into her mouth, sucking lightly. A
promise to yield. She released the suction with regret, allowing his
finger to resume its downward pull. Her chin. Her throat. Her chest.
He cupped her breast and slid lower. She gasped and urged her hips
forward.
“I will make you my masterpiece.”
His hand found the hem of her dress, pulling upward. “Are you
willing to learn?”
“I am.” Her resistance had faded
long ago. She wanted him inside her. Nothing less would quench her
need.
About the Author:
Patrick
Khayler lives in Texas with his wife of many years and two children.
Together, they enjoy active family vacations to exotic locations with
diverse outdoor activities such as camping, biking and SCUBA diving.
He enjoys reading everything, regardless of genre, in any subject
that manages to hold his interest at the time.
In
fiction, Patrick enjoys stories with detailed character development.
Those few gems in which the author has pulled the reader in so
deeply, the reader can no longer determine where their own life ends
and the protagonist's begins. Stories where the reader is engrossed
the entire time, turning page after page just to find out what
happens to themselves. They have lived every moment of each
character's background or know others who have. They can actually see
themselves acting in the same way and know it is themselves living
the fantasy. Hoping it will never end.
Patrick
Khayler's first book, The
Present,
was written as a gift to his wife for her birthday. Written in the
erotic romance genre that she enjoys so much, he wanted to compose a
story set within the realm of probable while still providing an
absolute and total escape from reality. Two people, parents, who love
each other completely, actively searching to fulfill their own sexual
fantasies... Together.
Where to Find/Follow Patrick Khayler
Amazon Author Page:
https://www.amazon.com/Patrick-Khayler/e/B019TNJJ3M/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1
Author Facebook Pages:
https://www.facebook.com/PKTemp1968?fref=ts
https://www.facebook.com/PatrickKhaylerNovels/?fref=ts
Buy Links:
Bound by Cotton:
https://www.amazon.com/Bound-Cotton-Patrick-Khayler-ebook/dp/B01BZCKXRG/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8
Valentine Dreams:
https://www.amazon.com/Valentine-Dreams-Patrick-Khayler-ebook/dp/B01ATVGU80/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8
The Present:
https://www.amazon.com/Present-Patrick-Khayler-ebook/dp/B019P7UA7G/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8
