The lovely Silke Ming joins me tonight to talk about her latest release, Breathless, and shares with us a hot little excerpt
SYNOPSIS - BREATHLESS
Flight attendant Madison Beckham travels the world, but her life is not as exciting as it seems. Her love life is sadly non-existent, so she joins an Internet dating service and is paired up with the wealthy entrepreneur Stephan Cole. It is love at first sight for both participants and the little town of Port Collier rocks with their sexual shenanigans.
When the handsome Ken Savory walks onto her London-bound flight, he turns her cozy world upside down. The two have an affair and feelings of guilt leads her to confess to Stephan, who forgives her. When Stephan takes her out to dinner to meet one of his best friends, none other than Ken Savory walks into the restaurant.
Stefan realizes Ken was her secret lover on the London layover, and he and Madison part. Ken had never forgotten Madison, and they rekindle their relationship. She, however, realizes she still loves Stephan, and wants them both, but will their relationship stand the test of time?
Shit! Her thoughts revolved in her head. What’s he going to do to me? This is what I wanted, but not under these conditions.
“I promised to teach you about my life,” he said softly. “The time has come, Madison, for me to show you what I’m all about.”
Her body shook and her hands became clammy. The music clanged in her ears.
“There’s nothing to fear. I won’t hurt you. You wanted to know all about my hidden side, and this is your chance. Threesomes? BDSM? What is your pleasure?”
She looked around her, wondering if he had lost his marbles, but thought it better to remain quiet.
“I’m not crazy, Maddie,” he said as if reading her mind. “I’m a man with a very vivid imagination.”
“What are you going to do to me? I have been honest with you. I could’ve kept it a secret, but I thought I should come clean.”
“I thought you were different from all the other women who’ve passed through my life. Do you think that telling me you slept with one of my friends would make me feel better? The deed has already been done.”
“That’s unfair, Stephan. I told you all about it right after it happened.”
“You never said it was with Ken Savory. I forgave your infidelity, but sleeping with one of my friends is unacceptable.”
“No buts!” he shouted.
He pulled a white sheet from a drawer and covered the bed.
“White,” he whispered close to her ear. “It’s the sign of purity. Something you’re not, Madison.”
Those words hurt her to the core, but she had brought it all on herself.
“Under normal circumstances, I would blindfold you because it heightens the experience, but this is a very unusual situation. You are mine and you belong to me, Madison. Every part of your body belongs to me and no one else. I’m the only man who holds your every little pleasure in my hand, and the only man allowed to bring you to an orgasm.”
He walked away, pulled out a drawer, and turned to face her. In one hand he held Brutus, and in the other there were contraptions she had never seen. Her eyes grew wide, and her gaze followed him until he stood before her.
“He knows you better than Ken, the man you allowed to fuck you, Maddie. Brutus will only be happy to take his part in our little game,” he said, turning on the instrument and watching it rotate its head, before turning it off again.
He placed it at the foot of the bed, along with the unfamiliar contraptions and walked off again behind her. This time, she believed, he went to his wall of instruments.
“Want to know what these are?” he asked when he caught her staring at the unfamiliar contraptions.
“I’m going to attach these to those lovely breasts,” he whispered. “Think you’ll like that?”
* * * *
He had made his decision, and returned to her, a strange look in his eyes. The cymbals continued to clang and the sounds of the Bolero symphony filled the room, and looking at her naked body, he wanted her to not only hear those instruments, but to feel him jamming to them inside her body. She liked it rough, and tonight he was more than willing to accommodate her. As he walked toward her, all he could envision was her and Ken together in the throes of ecstasy.
“You liked this game when we played it before,” he said, running the paddle slowly up and down her thigh, close to her center, before moving it away again.
Her body stiffened as she stared from the paddle back to his face.
“Stephan,” she whispered.
“Yes, Maddie,” he replied in a gentle voice.
\Have you something to say?”
“If I hurt you, I’m sorry.”
“You didn’t hurt me. You disappointed me, but I still love you despite what you’ve done.”
“My hands are tired,” she said, struggling against her fetters. “Please release me.”
“That will happen soon, Maddie, but first we’ve got a little game to play. I want you to think of the word. Regret! Will you remember that?”
She stared at him without replying.
“Do you know why I have chosen that word, Madison?”
“Good. You know you must use it if things are getting out of hand.”
She stared at the paddle. She knew she had messed up, but there was a way out, she thought. Should she use the safe word before he started? No, she had already been unfaithful, and adding cowardice to the equation wouldn’t be helpful.
“What is the word, Madison?”
“Regret,” she whispered.
She was about to protest when a blow struck her rear end. Smack! Her body jolted forward and she cried out. Smack! The paddle landed on the other cheek. This time her body stiffened and she closed her eyes tightly.
“Open your eyes, Maddie. Now! I want you to see everything I’m going to do to you.”
Laying the paddle down beside Brutus, he stood behind her, and with his palm facing upward, he thrust his right hand between her thighs, spanning her complete mound of curls. He eased his middle finger backward and thrust it into her pussy, allowing the other four fingers to sprawl across her mound. She cried out as he moved that finger in and out of her warm channel, while her clit became the recipient of an unintended massage.
“Who owns this?” he shouted.
“You do,” she murmured, the excitement causing her juices to flow freely.
“Then you cannot give away something that’s not yours, and you have done it.”
“Oh god,” she murmured. “I’m so sorry, Stephan.”
“Is it me you want or is it Ken?” he asked, withdrawing his cream-coated finger and staring at it before cleaning it on the white sheet. “Your pussy’s dripping. Did seeing Ken do this to you?”