Remembering Roxy by Juliette Banks
How I liked to torment him, and how he made me pay deliciously for it
Roxy is a modern, independent, kick-ass woman, who hides a secret desire—she likes a bit of spice in the bedroom. Will she ever meet a man who can satisfy her desires, without expecting her full submission? Oliver is a man who loves some kink in his life, but doesn’t want to be tied down by a possessive woman. He also has a secret life that doesn’t bode well for a long-term relationship. When they meet the attraction between them is immediate and electrifying. They are both amazed by their chemistry. But Oliver’s secret life takes an unexpected turn and threatens their relationship as well as his life. Can they find each other again? Or will their relationship be doomed to failure? Publisher’s Note: This adult romance contains elements of danger, action, adventure, power exchange and sensual scenes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.
Instinctively I walked over to the sliding glass doors to admire the view—the Thames sparkling with the reflections of thousands of lights from surrounding tall buildings. Oliver leaned over and opened the catch, sliding the door open so I could step outside. I leaned over the glass balcony wall, topped by a dull stainless steel railing along its length. It wasn’t just to admire the view though. I had a crazy feeling of utter abandonment—wanting the evening to jump to a new level, and to embrace whatever happened whole-heartedly. Maybe I was being foolish on this first date, but I was more than willing to take a gamble. Let the dice fall where they will.
Perhaps Oliver sensed this for he pressed his body against my back and I shivered with desire. I couldn’t help a light groan pass my lips in anticipation of what was to come. Oliver was silent. He clearly wasn’t going to waste time on sweet nothings—not when action was required—by both of us.
He backed off slightly and his hands went down my legs to the hem of my dress, which he pulled up smoothly. Oh, this guy’s no amateur. He slid it the length of my body and I obliged by raising my arms to allow it to pass over my head. Was there anyone watching nearby? I totally didn’t care by then.
Oliver stepped back for a few seconds, clearly enjoying the view. I, wanting to improve the view still further, bent a little more over the rail in my black thong, bra and stockings, so my well-toned bottom (thank God for those gym sessions) was pushed out towards him. Would he read the subliminal message and smack my arse? He did. We seemed to be communicating without words quite well.
His hand landed, without warning, on my right cheek. I sucked in air. Boy, was I ready for it. He didn’t pause for long. His hand struck my left cheek; the sound of the contact with my flesh was alone enough to send a current of electricity through my pussy. I gave a low groan.
“Does it excite you to be spanked out here, within sight and earshot of my neighbours?”
“Yes.” I didn’t want to waste time talking either. I wanted him to continue what he’d started.
He continued to spank me hard, pausing for just a second or two between each stroke. I pushed my bottom out still further, in an invitation for him to continue. He stopped for just a few seconds to rip off his jacket and let it fall to the floor.
“What a fabulous arse you have. You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” I couldn’t pretend, but I found it hard to speak right now. Instead I gave a light groan and he laughed. “Thought so.” I’d lost count of how many strokes I’d received, but my bottom was beginning to glow. I still wasn’t ready to stop, and I suspected that when I did, he might go on just a little longer, to show me he was in control and not me.
He stopped. “Spread your legs further. You’re too tall for me in those shoes. But don’t take them off. They’re sexy.”
Juliette Banks is my other writing name. You may also know me as Rachel de Vine. I love writing erotic romance, where my characters have lots of exciting erotic moments, but still believe in love and romance—because I am a romantic myself.
When I’m not writing, I love to travel, read and enjoy my beautiful garden in my home in the heart of England. I love to hear from my readers, so feel free to contact me on my links below.
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