Showing posts with label Club Decadence. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Club Decadence. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Maddie Taylor's What About Love #BDSM

Thanks for having me on today Natasha.  I’m featuring an excerpt from my new release, What About Love, the final book in my Club Decadence series.  It has been almost three years in coming and seven books in total, not counting two spin off series that are still underway.  

I love these sexy Doms and can’t get enough.  As long as readers hungry for more keep gobbling them up, I’m happy to oblige.  Watch for more soon in my Decadence LA and Decadence Nights.  

But today, I’m here for a preview of What About Love, so away we go…


What About Love
Club Decadence Book 6


The set up:

Angie takes her job seriously, but she might just have bitten off more than she can chew with this assignment as she prepares to go undercover as a submissive at Decadence LA.  Her partner and Dom trainer is going to show her how to make it look real and to do so she must get real with a little on the job training.  Yikes!  What’s a vanilla agent to do?

*****

The excerpt:

His hand left her hair and his mouth eased back long enough to pull her summer weight sweater over her head. Sliding down her back, his adept fingers unhooked her bra, drawing the straps down her arms. She helped by pulling her hands free and tossing it aside. He palmed the lower curve of one breast and plumped it up, his head dipping to capture the taut point between his lips. Angie’s hand curled around the back of his, holding it there as she pressed forward, offering his busy mouth full access as he sucked, licked and bit lightly. When he moved to her untouched side, paying it equal time, his free hand swept down her back into her waistband. Thank god for elastic, came to mind, as his fingers dipped inside and continued their trek downward, easily accessing the back of her panties and digging into one fleshy cheek. 
Angie’s head rolled back on her shoulders as she ground her needy pussy against the hard ridge of his jeans. Still needing more, her fingers sought his belt and worked at the buckle. 
“Uh, uh, greedy girl,” he corrected as he caught her hands. “As your Dom, I set the pace.” A frisson of excitement passed between them, electrifying the air. He took her wrists and guided them behind her head. “Lace your fingers together and keep them there until I say.”
His stare was bold as he waited, watching intently. 
“I’m the right kind of man, Angie. Submit to me.”
She didn’t question him, wanting to do as he said, because if felt right, somehow. She clasped her hands at the back of her neck, murmuring, “Yes, Sir. I want that, so very much.”
He didn’t say a word, he didn’t have to, approval written clearly on his face, in his gleaming eyes and the satisfied curve of his lips. Then he went back to his sensual torment of her nipples with his mouth as his hands tugged her pants down as far as her spread thighs would allow. This time, as one returned to mold against her ass cheek, the other slipped inside the front of her panties, his long fingers seeking her moist heat. As the pad of one fingertip slid over her clit, she cried out in a shuddering voice.
“T, please.”
Suddenly, his mouth was gone and his hands found her armpits, flipping her onto her back on the wide cushioned sofa. Her pants and panties were stripped from her legs and his hands spread her thighs incredibly wide to accommodate his broad shoulders. His mouth found her, licking into her, hot and hungry. As her mind reeled from the pure unadulterated pleasure of it all, she arched against him needing more. Her fingers dove into his hair, hands gripping tight as she pulled his head in closer.
“Hands, Angie,” he growled, his breath rushing over her clit.
She became momentarily confused.
“Where are your hands supposed to be?”
Remembering, she freed his hair from her grasp, once again lacing her fingers behind her neck, more tightly this time. He hummed his approval, the vibration buzzing along her clit and downward, throughout the entire length of her slit. It was pure heaven.
Without her hands, she could only press upward, arching her pelvis to seek more. He took care of that, too, by pushing her knees into her chest and lifting her ass up to his mouth with his giant hands. His tongue licked slowly through her split, starting low by drawing a hot wet circle around the puckered skin, then up further, to her weeping entrance where it delved inside, swirling around in a mind numbing caress. He lingered there for long moments before moving on, going higher to the hard, pulsing bud. Once there, his mouth opened wide and he sucked hard, his tongue lashing her clit relentlessly without losing any of the glorious pressure. 
“Holy fuck!” she screamed.

He released her with a pop and a triumphant laugh that became muffled as his tongue repeated the path in reverse, slowly moving from her clit downward to end up tonguing her ass once again. 

*****


The blurb:

On the outside looking in for years, Angela Hixson thinks she knows what the BDSM club scene and lifestyle are all about from watching her friends with their dominant husbands and attending “Little Black Dress” Nights in the lounge at Club Decadence. But when her boss tags her to go undercover as bait for a serial killer at a BDSM club in LA, she learns she has no idea what being submissive really means. 

Partnered with Antonio “Lil T” Minelli, sexy as hell ex-Green Beret turned security and covert ops specialist for Rossi Security, and the last available Decadence Master, Angie must guard her heart or risk losing it to the one man who has the power to make her kneel in surrender. He is also a man who has made no secret that marriage, family and love aren’t for him. Instead, having sworn off relationships beyond the walls of his club, he meets his needs with an available, willing submissive, making it clear up front not to expect more than an unforgettable night. 

Thrown together again and again, at work, at play, and in near constant emotionally charged situations, Angie and Lil T fight their attraction, but succumb to their undeniable desire. The chemistry between them is explosive, as is the sex. As Angie falls under the spell of his expertly wielded flogger, her fears come to fruition when she realizes she’s lost her heart and given her love to a man who swears he doesn’t have it in him to give in return. In time, she sees past the fun loving, player exterior to the tortured man beneath. Can she convince him to take a chance, to entrust his damaged heart into her loving hands and try again? Or will he reinforce the shields he’s built over the past decade and push her away, losing her forever? 

What About Love is the final installment in the Club Decadence series. Catch up with old friends in this fast paced, action packed story, full of as much BDSM adventure and romance as the others in Maddie Taylor’s popular series. 


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Monday, August 3, 2015

Hooked: Guest Post by Maddie Taylor


Thanks for having me back, today, Natasha.  Today I’ve brought something completely different from my last visit when we traveled back to the old west for a sweet spanking romance.  You won’t find a speck of prairie dust in my newest BDSM romance.  You might however see a wild fire when Olivia and Joseph ignite.  

Hooked (Decadence Nights, Book 1) 

Whether you're an old friend who's looking for more of those sexy Doms, sassy subs and can’t get enough of the exciting, sensual, kinky type play that you are used to finding at Club Decadence, or if you’re a new "club-curious" visitor thinking to make Hooked your first venture into the best damn BDSM club in the southwest, either way, you'll find what you're looking for with this new addition to the Club Decadence collection.  

With this first of many exciting Decadence Nights stories, I’m confident you'll be Hooked. 

The setup:  Olivia has secretly love Joseph for three long years.  Neither knows the other is into the lifestyle.  Imagine their surprise when they run into each other at Club Decadence.  The night turns explosive and is all that she dreamed of.  But Olivia’s insecurity rears its ugly head in the morning light and she flees, without a word or even a note.  Big mistake…     

*****

Without being told to, she opened her mouth, greedily accepting him as he slid into her, once, twice, and a final time when he came with a growl over her tongue and down her throat. With both hands in her hair, he held her head gently while Livvy lapped and licked him, his body trembling as he came down from his climax. After a few long intimate moments, he pulled away. 
“I’m due in Ft. Worth this afternoon, as you know. I’ll be back on Friday at three o’clock. You have until then to think about what you want and make a decision.” He paused to zip his trousers and buckle his belt. The finality of his action gave her a very bad feeling. She suppressed a groan. He was demonstrating his control, both of her and her pleasure. Her body still hummed with arousal, yearning for him.
He squatted in front of her, his big hands sliding up to her cheeks, lifting her face so close to his she could feel his breath. Wanting him so badly her teeth ached, she leaned into his touch. 
“You have two choices, Olivia. Forget about last night and go back to the way we were. Working together on friendly terms, but tamping down your desires, living in self-denial because you’re afraid to go for what you want.” Gently stroking a finger down her cheek, he met her shimmering blue eyes. “Or, you can come to me at three o’clock and surrender, to both the pleasure of last night and when needed, the discipline of this morning, fulfilling your long suppressed desires and living your life as you’re meant to, not merely going through the motions, but experiencing it at its fullest, with me. If you choose surrender, you will do so on your knees.” He moved closer, his lips brushing hers as he spoke. “One more thing, no touching. When you come to me, I want you as you are now: cunt bare, gloriously wet and hungry for me.”

*****

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The Blurb:

Thirty-eight-year-old legal secretary Olivia Wright's clock is ticking and she's afraid she's running out of time to find Master Right. Several times she thought she'd found the Dom of her dreams, but instead of the prince she sought, he'd turned out to be a slimy toad. The last one had dumped her unexpectedly and nearly broken her. Now, after a long dry spell, she's ready to try again. She'd really like it to be with the man who'd caught her eye three years ago, but that man is her boss and despite her best efforts, and tightest skirts, he hasn't spared her an extra glance. Resigning herself to unrequited love, she attempts to move on, procuring an invitation to an exclusive BDSM club, hoping Club Decadence will be the answer.

Joseph Hooks isn't your typical Dom. He's NBA tall, with no police or military background to speak of, wears tweed suits, of all things, and on an occasion the dreaded bow tie. But behind his somewhat nerdy appearance is a handsome, green eyed, strict but sensual dominant who's also hell on wheels in a court of law. He's wealthy, powerful, successful, and enjoys popularity among the subs at his private club, at least those who don't flee from the swishing sound of polished rattan, but he's exhausted his search for his perfect submissive and concerned about coming up short. After a frustrating day of watching his gorgeous secretary's delectable bottom in an incredibly tight skirt, he heads to San Antonio to blow off steam and maybe make a connection.

He thinks she's terminally vanilla and straight- laced. She thinks he's not into her, or with the way he ignores her curves and tight skirts, possibly gay. Hopelessly oblivious to what has been staring them in the face for three long years, Joseph and Olivia continue their aimless search for love. Then, one night, as a storm brews outside another rages inside as their paths converge. Will Olivia finally get the Master Prince she deserves, or will her past prevent her from realizing her dream? Will her presence at the club be the sign that Joseph needs to wake up and at long last claim the woman he's yearned for all along?

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Thursday, June 4, 2015

Second Time Lucky: Guest Post by Maddie Taylor

Blurb

From an early age, Mara Westbrook has led a troubled life. With no one to trust or rely on, she meets a breathtakingly handsome soldier on her ward at Walter Reed. He captures her eye and makes her yearn for things she never thought possible, not for a girl like her. Can she move beyond the traumatic secrets of her past and risk giving love a try? 

Injured and in pain, the only light in Master Sergeant Sean O'Brien's dark days is his night nurse, his blonde haired, green eyed, deliciously curvy, modern day nightingale. Seeing her in those tight scrubs, tending to him and his fellow soldiers with her sweet, yet sexy smile eases the pain in his throbbing leg. Unfortunately, it shifts the ache about six inches higher. He sets out to make her his own, to earn her trust, her love and in the end her ultimate submission. 

They come together beautifully with Sean teaching her the wicked and wonderful ways of a D/s lifestyle. Mara blossoms under his sensual domination and his firm but loving discipline, but her past won’t let her be. Relentlessly pursuing her and threatening her idyllic life with Sean. To protect what she holds dear, she does unspeakable things leading to more secrets, lies and betrayal. She runs as she always does. 

When Mara unwittingly becomes the key witness to events that will finally bring down the Mendoza Cartel, Sean and the Rossi team step in to keep her safe. As her handler, Sean must protect her with his life and Mara must obey him in order to survive. Thrown together under impossible circumstances, Sean learns the awful truth of her past and realizes that despite it all, he still loves her. But can he forgive the lies? And will Mara be able to live under Sean’s stringent rules, learning to trust and submit fully to the only man she’s ever loved? 


As threats against the Decadence Masters become fierce, answers are at long last revealed. Come visit old friends and as always watch desire ignite, love simmer, while kink and sex burn blazing hot in Club Decadence, the best damn BDSM club in the southwest. 

Excerpt

Sean knew without her saying, that she was nervous. Her feisty, rule-breaking alter ego had reared its naughty head more than once since they’d left home. Meaning tonight could turn out more interesting than he planned. 
“Better remember the rules, minx, because as I was about to say, the final rule is that violators get spanked. To answer your question, unattached subs are fair game for any Dom to mete out punishment. Otherwise, the sub’s Master or Dom carries out the spanking. If not properly tagged, an unwitting Dom could unknowingly overstep boundaries, which could lead to the misunderstanding I mentioned. Got it?”
“Yes, though I have another question. What happens to misbehaving Doms?”
“The DM’s usually throw them out and their membership is often suspended for a time or cancelled altogether.”
“Do subs get thrown out?”
“I imagine they could if their Dom didn’t take them in hand. In your case, sweet Mara, your naughty behind would be spanked long before you were at risk of being ejected.” 
“How about we go see a movie? I hear the new Sylvester Stallone movie, ‘Grandson of Rambo’ is pretty good.”
Although he thought it funny, he didn’t laugh, not even a lip twitch, soothing her instead. 
“Baby, it’s going to be okay.”
“Putt-putt golf is fun and the only rule is to get the ball in the cup.” 
“This is a chance to explore, meet new people, and if you like, we can do a scene of our own. If not, we’ll call it an early night, leave with our research for Dex, and go home to play—and I don’t mean mini-golf.” His arm drew her in close. “Loosen up. This is like a playground for adults, nothing more and everything is consensual.” 
“Yeah, red means stop, green means go, yes assuredly means yes, but no doesn’t necessarily mean no. That’s clear as mud.”
“Take a deep breath, put on your mask and let’s get you inside. Once you see people are having fun, you’ll realize there’s nothing to worry about.”
She slipped on her pink-feathered mask, smoothed a hand over her hair, which she’d left long and loose at his request, and with slightly shaky fingers touched the pink rhinestone studded collar he’d buckled around her throat before leaving home. When she gazed back at him through the half mask, he read excitement and apprehension in the luminous green depths, as well as trust in him. 

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