An Eternal Flame by Maggie CarpenterAdam's erotic expertise takes Eden to new heights of sexual ecstasy, combining punishment with passion, bondage and blindfolds, and long interludes of teasing and tutelage. DejaVu book two.
Unsettled by the extraordinary fantasy she is determined to find out if - by same freak of nature - she really did travel back in time, and that James, the Dominant she loved more than life itself, is still trapped in another century.
But a handsome stranger swoops into her life. Through a series of mysterious coincidences she finds herself under the care of Adam Hastings, who is not only handsome, successful and charming, but a lifestyle Dominant and disciplinarian who finds himself as drawn to her as she is to him. Eden"s encounters with James may have been in a dream state, but Adam is very real and she soon finds herself over his knee, the recipient of her first ever spanking.
But that's just the beginning. Adam is an artful lover whose erotic expertise takes Eden to new heights of sexual ecstasy, combining punishment with passion, bondage and blindfolds, long interludes of teasing and tutelage, and the chemistry between them suggests more than just an mutual attraction.
Deja Vu II offers answers - and asks questions - all in the heady, steamy, sizzling, sparkling romantic story of two souls whose love transcended time.
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An Eternal Flame (Sample Chapter)
Sexual ecstasy, punishment and passion, bondage and blindfolds
© Maggie Carpenter and Blushing Publications, 2012-2013
Well of course it was a dream. There are no such things as portals to another time!
Eden had almost finished her dinner. The food was as delicious as always and while the gorgeous man at the nearby table was still gorgeous, much to her disappointment there had been no further intense stares or furtive glances. She would have been fine except for one thing...
For every submissive, there is only one true Master.
...the words were haunting her, along with the memory of James’ mesmerizing dark brown eyes melting her as she kneeled.
Stop it, Eden, she scolded herself. It was a dream. Just a dream!
Sighing heavily she placed her knife and fork on the plate, and catching Raji’s eye signaled for him to clear the dishes.
“I think I’d like a coffee?” she yawned, as he picked up her plate.
“Of course, Eden. But are you sure you want one this late? It might keep you up.”
Eden smiled grimly. She’d be up anyway. She couldn’t imagine how she would sleep after the extraordinary events she’d just imagined.
“Actually I need to be awake,” she replied. “I still have to go through my script for tomorrow,” which, in addition to her mind brimming with lascivious thoughts of James and all he had done to her, was absolutely true.
“Ah. Yes of course. I shall bring you a cup right away. And some bread pudding perhaps?”
Eden jumped. At least she felt as though she had jumped. Did her body remain still or did she actually jolt?
“Are you alright?” Raji asked, concerned that one of his favorite patrons had turned a little pale.
“Bread pudding? Why did you mention bread pudding?” she asked, a strange grip tightening around her throat.
“Because I made it fresh this afternoon,” Raji replied. “And I thought you might enjoy it. Is there something about bread pudding that upsets you?”
Jeez Eden. Get a grip!
“What? Oh, no, not at all,” she replied hurriedly, feeling foolish. “And I’d love some. Sorry. I didn’t mean to snap.”
Raji smiled and promised to return quickly.
Eden rested her head against the padded booth. At the very least she could have some in memory of her lost life, or what appeared to have been her lost life. Was it possible she really could really disappear down a rabbit hole never to be seen again? It was a marvelous thought. Not just to be able to start over, but live in another time and indulge in such decadence and debauchery.
A chill shuddered through her. But did she really want to experience all that? After all, salacious thoughts about a handsome man putting her over his knee and soundly spanking her were a far cry from the scandalous scenes that had played out in her long, lucid adventure.
“Here you are!”
She looked up to see Raji about to place the dessert in front of her and noticed he had a second in his hand.
“I don’t need two,” she laughed.
“No of course not,” he replied, smiling back at her. “This one is for the gentleman over there. He always orders bread pudding”
“Really?” she asked, trying not to read anything into the coincidence but unable to stop herself.
A young waiter arrived with her coffee and set it on the table, and as Raji turned and walked towards the handsome stranger Eden couldn’t resist a quick glance. Mr. Gorgeous had his head down reading something on his cell phone making any eye contact impossible. She felt both relieved and disappointed.
Better to leave well enough alone, she told herself. Just enjoy the pudding and coffee and beat a hasty retreat.
A few minutes later she was so studiously focusing on her spoon slicing through the rich dessert she didn’t notice the handsome stranger rise from his table and walk towards her.
“May I borrow your sugar?”
Her head jerked up and there he was, bigger than life, looking even more gorgeous up close. His physique was apparent through his perfectly tailored shirt, and he possessed a strong square jaw, thick dark brown hair, and his eyes - his eyes were...
“Excuse me, may I borrow your sugar?”
Oh Lord. I’ve been staring at him.
“They cleared mine and I just got some tea,” he continued.
His voice matched his appearance. Deep and strong and decidedly British.
Like James, she thought.
She swallowed, trying to regain her composure.
“Um - ok I guess,” she stammered, somehow finding her voice.
“Thank you,” he replied politely, and picking up the jar, turned and walked back to his table.
Totally and completely embarrassed at her lack of poise, she felt an abrupt and unexpected desire to flee. Grabbing her purse she pulled out the bills needed to cover the check, and snatching up her script she headed towards the door. Her willpower, however, failed her as she walked close to his table. She couldn’t resist a quick glance. He was back on his phone, this time his fingers moving across the pad. Clearly he was texting someone.
Raji was waiting with her coat and hat and she gratefully pulled them on, then reaching into her bag dialed her car service, having no desire to walk home at such a late hour. But she still needed to escape, so taking her umbrella she walked outside, gratefully inhaling the crisp night air. It felt good. Better than good. It was clearing her head.
She couldn’t help but feel a pang. There was no handsome stranger next to her making her toes curl or her heart flutter, but there was no question it was going to be a birthday she would not quickly forget.
It didn’t take long before a black cab pulled up to the curb. It was a short ride to her house and once home she was relieved and grateful for the normalcy that greeted her. Sammy, her big white fluffy cat purred loudly as he rubbed against her legs. She stroked him fondly then changed into her most comfortable flannel pajamas and climbed into bed.
“I know how you feel,” she murmured, as the cat jumped up on the bed wanting more. Idly she scratched his head as she opened her script, and was about to settle down to some serious study when to the telephone rang. It was 11:45. She couldn’t imagine who would be calling her at such a late hour. Worried, she reached for the phone and heard a breathless female voice.
“Eden, it’s Mary.”
Mary was the associate producer on her show and Eden knew immediately something was terribly wrong.
“What? What’s happened?”
“Horrible news I’m afraid. There was a fire on the set. A bad one”
“Oh my gosh!” Eden exclaimed. “Was anyone hurt?”
“No, thank goodness, but it’s going to be at least a week before we can find another studio and rebuild. Maybe longer. Since we’ve only got two shows left for the season they may be cut.”
“Oh my gosh. You’re kidding.”
“Listen, I’ve got to run. It’s absolute chaos here. I’ll call you tomorrow with an update - when I have one that is.”
“Right. Thank goodness everyone is ok.”
“Yep. Talk to you later.”
Eden hung up the phone in disbelief. A fire. And a possible premature end to the season. She could hardly believe it. Placing her script on the floor, she switched off the lamp by her bed and slipped into the comfort of the sheets, allowing herself to be soothed by Sammy’s gentle purring as he nestled in next to her. In spite of the coffee she felt drained.
Closing her eyes she recalled the extraordinary dream and how deliciously soft and sweet she felt when kneeling before her Master, and the exquisite heat that permeated her being when he had her across his lap.
Sighing deeply at the memory, her mind wandered to the gorgeous man in the restaurant. She’d probably never see him again. As she had done a hundred times before she closed her eyes and slipped her hand into her pajama bottoms. Her fingers found her secret spot and she allowed her mind take her wherever it wanted to go.
To her surprise it wasn’t James floating across her mind’s eye. It was the handsome stranger. He was standing over her table with his hand outstretched. She saw herself raise her arm in response, and as his fingers curled around hers she felt a rush of sexual energy.
Ohhhh... who are you?
Wriggling against her urgent touch she surrendered to the imagery. He was putting her in the back of a limousine and the car was pulling slowly out into the wet, slick streets. She noticed immediately that the privacy panel was in place, and before she had a chance to settle on the seat next to him he instructed her to kneel. The luxurious carpet under her knees was soft and inviting - and then - without warning - she saw herself naked. As he stroked her breasts and tweaked her nipples, he told her she was lovely but needed a firm hand. She could be a Diva, and while she might be beautiful and talented she still needed to be humble and not take her good fortune for granted.
“But I don’t take it for granted,” she pouted, then instantly regretted her words as he scowled, pulling off his tie. In a flash her wrists were bound and he had pushed her forward, forcing her on to her hands and knees.
“Talking back to me?” he growled.
His large, warm hand rubbed against her naked rump as he insisted she explain her lack of respect. Not knowing what to say she remained mute, until his hand slapped down, eliciting a shocked cry.
Eden could feel the delicious sensations swimming through her loins. Any time now - any time she would ...
... he was spanking her hard and fast, scolding her ...
... her fingers rubbed vigorously trying to capture the moment - it was building... ... “Eden you will learn to listen to me. And you will learn to obey me...”
... and she arched her back as the erotic attack shuddered through her, wave after glorious wave, until completely spent her fingers slipped away and she sank into sleep.
Little did she know that as she was slipping into her satisfied slumber, the gorgeous man was gazing down at a beautifully reddened bottom framed by a black garter belt and stockings, His name was Adam Hastings and he was a well known Dominant in the alternative lifestyle scene around London.
The derriere staring back at him belonged to Amanda Clarke, the Head of Marketing for a national jeans company. She was ambitious, difficult, short tempered and brilliant, and oftentimes would call Adam to, as she put it, take her mind off things.
When Adam had received her text at the restaurant he had rebuffed her request. Eden Baxter, a woman he’d been wanting to meet for some time and who had proven as elusive as she was beautiful, was sitting alone just a few feet away from him. But her rude response to his polite and innocent approach had annoyed and disappointed him, so he had immediately texted Amanda back accepting her invitation.
“Answer me, Amanda. Tell me what you deserve for being so rude to your staff.”
“To be spanked, Sir.”
“Ask me nicely.”
“Please, Sir, will you spank me?”
“Since you asked so politely.”
Spanking recalcitrant women was one of Adam’s greatest joys, and he smiled as he lifted the paddle, landing it with a solid whack and following it with several more, dancing the hard wood across her seat cheeks. Amanda howled and tried to wriggle, but the ropes with which he had bound her over the padded bench and the belt around her middle left little room for movement.
“I have a feeling you’ve been especially tyrannical this past week,” he declared. “Would that be accurate?”
“Yes, Sir, she whimpered. “I have. I don’t know why.”
“I don’t think you deserve my cock anywhere except in your mouth,” he announced. “However, I will insert a little something so you can at least have your climax while you’re pleasuring me.”
“Thank you, Sir,” she whined, the heat from the paddle having sparked her sex with a deep, erotic need.
Walking across to the coffee table he studied the array of vibrators and dildos. Amanda had quite the collection. Selecting a butterfly he ambled back and checked between her legs.
“My goodness, Amanda. Look at how juicy you are.”
His probing fingers elicited a wanting moan, then she moaned again as he opened the clamp of the rubber toy and attached it to her clit. The small battery box he kept in his hand as he walked to the front of the bench and placed his turgid member at her lips.
“Open wide rude girl,” he ordered, and flicked the switch.
“Ooooh Sir,” she cried, as the butterfly began to vibrate against her, sending thrills of energy through her loins.
“Suck, Amanda, like you mean it, or I’ll turn this off and tease you mercilessly.”
Immediately her lips wrapped around him and her tongue danced itself across his shaft. He allowed her the pleasure to do as she wished for a minute or two, before gripping her hair and fucking her mouth as he would have her pussy, thrusting with deep powerful strokes. The butterfly was doing its job and he could sense her orgasm was close at hand. After a solid spanking and constant teasing she was more than ready, and Adam wasn’t far behind.
Her shrill muffled cries were increasing, and withdrawing his cock he released her hair giving her the freedom to cry out in her climax. Moving quickly behind her he spanked her with his open palm, the slaps urging her on, then holding his bursting member in his hand he fervently rubbed, timing himself to come as she did.
Squirming against her bonds and throwing back her head, Amanda let out a shrill cry as her moment seized control, and Adam’s bursting cock erupted, the powerful surge of cream spilling over his hand, his noises of pleasure mingling with her squeals of sweet satisfaction.
When all was said and done he quickly liberated her and hurried to the bathroom to wash up. In spite of her entreaties not to leave, Adam dressed and departed the scene. He rarely stayed overnight with any woman, and as he drove through the empty late night London streets it was not Amanda who was in his thoughts.
If any woman needed to find herself at the mercy of his spanking hand it was Eden Baxter, and he was determined to make it happen.