Today I’d like to welcome Skye Warren, author of Below the Belt, an erotic contemporary romance involving the martial arts.
WARNING: CONTAINS R-RATED EXCERPT, 18+ AND OLDER ONLY
When An Alpha Hero Submits
It seems like most romance books have an alpha hero. And why not? They’re delicious. I like a man who’s strong and protective and maybe a little coarse. But just because they’re in control outside of bed, doesn’t mean they have to be the dominant ones in it. In fact, I think it takes a special kind of confidence for a strong, manly man to submit to his soft, sweet woman. Oh, and plus it’s really hot.
What do I mean by submitting?
– Providing service, with his hands and his mouth and whatever else he can think of. Really, who doesn’t want their guy doing this?
– Listening to his lover’s requests, whether they be voiced or just implicit
– Taking it a step further, allowing his body to be used by her, however she wants, whenever she wants.
Abe, the hero from my martial arts erotic romance, Below the Belt is one such man. On the outside, he’s a Taekwondo champion, slated to win gold at the National tournament. He’s always ready to defend his friends or his school, even if that means fighting. Especially if it means fighting.
But our heroine, Paris, doesn’t need a guy ordering her around in bed. She’s still wary after a bad experience with her ex-boyfriend who didn’t want to let her go. No, she wants to be in control for a change.
In this scene, Paris and Abe have just spent the night cuddling, not sexing, but that’s about to change when Paris noticed a certain tent in the sheets.
She goes out on a limb, and asks for what she really wants. She wants to see Abe get himself off.
Thankfully, Abe obliges.
Excerpt from Below the Belt:
Groaning, he shut his eyes. He rolled down the sheet and then, slowly, pushed his boxers down his thighs. Her own breath hitched then.
His cock stood proudly, long and dark, like the rest of him. The muscles around it on his lower abs and down his thighs were sculpted, strong. All that power should be scary, or intimidating at least. Instead, she felt strong. He was lying there, exposed, fisting his cock for her pleasure. He’d made himself vulnerable to her.
The scent of his arousal wafted to her, and her mouth watered. She’d gone down on a guy before. Her boyfriend had pushed her head down to his groin until she had no choice but to put it in her mouth. It hadn’t tasted good, but she hadn’t really expected it to. She’d just put that on her list of things she did to do please other people.
But Abe definitely wasn’t pushing her. Instead, he was stroking his cock slowly, his eyes pinned to hers. She shifted her legs on the bed, rubbing them together, trying to ease the ache there. As if he knew what she was doing, his lids lowered with arousal. She licked her lips—his parted.
“I want to taste you,” she whispered.
He groaned. “Please.”
And she knew he’d let her. More importantly, he’d let her stop whenever she wanted, without questioning her or guilting her into continuing.
Biting her lip, she maneuvered herself lower on the bed. She pulled his boxers all the way off, careful not to jostle his knee. Kneeling between his legs, she looked up at him.
“How is your knee feeling?”
He gave a pained laugh. “I swear I can’t even feel it right now.”
Paris smiled slowly. She grasped his cock at the base and stroked it, enjoying the way his dark, satiny skin rolled under her hands. Pre-cum glistened at the tip. She pumped her hands up and down until his hips were thrusting up to the same rhythm. Then she stopped. His eyes pleaded with her and his nostrils flared, but he said nothing, did nothing but wait for her.
She touched a light kiss to the tip. Her tongue sneaked out between her lips. He tasted tangy, salty, sweet, and she wanted more. Her mouth circled the head of his cock with her tongue pressed against the tip. She didn’t try to take him deeply at all—she just wanted to taste him, to hold him in her mouth. Her hand started a steady pumping motion, up and down.
“Oh, God.” He half-laughed, half-groaned. “It’s so good. You have to wait. Please. I want to be inside you. I have to make you come.”
She paused with her hand on his cock, and her mouth closed over the tip. She considered ignoring him. He’d let her finish him if that’s what she really wanted.
“Please.” All his muscles were locking up, tense. “I’m too close. Have to make it good for you. Have to.” He whispered the last, shuddering.
One commenter will win a copy of Below the Belt and get more steamy, submissive action from Abe. So tell me, what do you think about alpha guys taking orders in bed? And more importantly, what service would you like Abe to perform?
Thank you again, Skye, for that fantastic post and excerpt. You can find Below the Belt at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, All Romance E-Books, Bookstrand, Smashwords, Kobo, and Goodreads. You can find Skye Warren and her buy links at her blog Dark Erotica.
His other hand explored her mound, a finger circling her clit lightly enough to put her on edge, but not to satisfy. She writhed in his lap, her body twitching with desire.
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