Well, I’m going to give you all a WIP teaser. This book is several down in the writing queue, but I thought that I would share something that’s not Emmy and Nathaniel and tease you with the promise of more steamy novels.
This is intended for mature 18+ audiences only!
*This is uneditted and subject to change*
Knots, by Katherine Rhodes
He took her chin in his hand and lifted her to look into his eyes. “I wanted nothing more to whisper and scream your name. I wanted nothing more than to take you and show you what you did to me.” He brushed a stray lock of hair out of her face. “I will not press too far, mo chroí. I want to give you a respite, return some of what I felt in that room with you.”
She took a small breath. “Sir?”
“Does this mean I will never domme for you again?”
“Oh, mo chroí, no,” he said. “I adore your knots. I love your crop. We will figure this out. But for tonight, trust me and let me do this for you.”
“Yes, sir,” she said.
He took her hand and placed it on his hard cock still in the leather pants. “You feel that? It’s been that way since I kissed you on the couch in my house. It’s aching to fill you, to make you scream my name and beg for more.”
“Please, sir,” she said, rubbing him through the leather.
“Mmm, yes,” he said. He took her hand held it out, gesturing for the other. She offered it; he crossed them at her wrists and there was a length of rope wrapped around the quickly. “How do you wish these tied, mo chroí?”
“Tightly, sir,” she breathed.
He yanked hard on the ropes and she felt them bite her skin. It had been so long since she’d had her hands bound that the exquisite pain nearly brought her to orgasm right there. He tied the silken rope and led her to the bed, turning her to sit. He walked to his bag and came back with a spreader bar that had chains and leather cuffs on it.
“Lay back,” he commanded.
She did and brought her legs up so he could grab her ankles. He wrapped the leather around her ankle, and buckled it tightly. He took her other leg and did the same, and she felt deliciously wanton under his gaze, her whole inner self exposed to him.
“Silk and Zanotti,” he said, running his hand down her leg. “You are perfect, just like every fantasy that I have ever had of you.” He trailed his hand over her sex, and she trembled. She craved more, but he pulled back. “Oh, no, mo chroí. We have time before I let you come.” He lowered her legs to the ground and took in the sight before him. She felt his eyes drinking her in, and she lifted her hands over her head to stretch out for him. She nearly spilled her own breasts out of the demi-bra she was wearing.
It didn’t matter though. Killian’s hands were at her breasts in the next moment, pulling the cloth down and exposing her to the cool night air in the room. Her nipples beaded instantly, and he took one in his mouth.
He suckled harshly as though he couldn’t get enough of her in his mouth. She tried to bring her hands back to run her finger through his hair, but he stopped her with a gentle press on her arm. He feasted at her breast, sucking and nibbling. His other hand moved up to pull and pinch the other nipple. Ripples of delightful pain and lust ran through her, heating her very core. She very much wanted to wrap her legs around him and pull him into her.
His hot erection rubbed against her through the leather, hitting the right spot between her lips. But he realized she was winding up and stopped his pumping. He backed off, leaving her breasts wanting for his exquisite mouth. She was panting hard and he tucked her breast back in their cups.
“Kneel,” he said.