Was that the key to happiness? Did love heal all wounds, save all sinners, correct all errors?
Freeing Molly by Alyssa Bailey
When everything goes wrong (when things fall apart)
When tragedy hits engaged couple, Molly Rasher and Cián O’Connor, things turn upside down. Molly decides to spend time alone telling neither her family nor Cián where she is or how she is fairing. When the police call for someone to retrieve Molly, she is in desperate need of loving care both tender and strict.
Cián is devastated and irritated with his girl. She is running from her life instead of asking for his help. Finding her is not as difficult as freeing her from the demons in her head, but he is determined nothing will get in his way, not even his girl. He will convince Molly she needs him as much as he needs her and that he will take all comers to keep her safe as they rebuild their life and try to move forward.
Molly lay naked, her breasts heaving from anticipation as she waited for her lover. Cián emptied his pockets in the bowl on the built-in shelving unit and with great intent, removed his computerized wrist watch, and then his belt. The swishing as the wide leather slid free of its binding loops, called to her unvoiced craving for his dominance. Molly studied his every move, her belly a riot of activity in response to his slow, meticulous movements.
She reached to touch her clit and Cián, without so much as a change of inflection, said, “If you touch your kitty, I will have to punish you and it will be a long time before I let you come, a peata. Don’t be naughty.”
“You called me pet? Does that mean you’re going to play with me? Then please hurry. I’m dying here. I’m going to expire from want.”
“Expire from want?” Cián chuckled. “My, your turn of phrase has gotten exotic in the last two months.”
“Please, Cián, don’t torture me.”
“Patience. Something you have never been good at practicing. We’re going to work on that, aren’t we?”
“I promise, but just not this time. It’s been so long.”
Cián said nothing but continued to remove his shirt, one button at a time while Molly wiggled and squeezed her legs together to find some relief.
“Molly Susanne, if you don’t stop, you’ll earn a spanking before I play and refuse your orgasm. I’m asserting my dominance here, but I want to do it while firing all your rockets, so this is your last warning to practice patience and obedience. Because of that, we are using some protocol today, a ghrá.”
“Sir… okay, sir but if you genuinely love me you will hurry. Sir.”
Cián continued to undress by pulling his tee shirt off and bending down to remove his shoes. Molly was almost coming from the anticipation. She knew that’s what he wanted, for her to sweat. He loved to make her so antsy and needy that all he had to do was touch her and her fireworks began. Finally, his shoes and jeans were off, but he left his briefs on. The swelled package was easy to see, and she felt her mouth salivate at the thought of taking him, inhaling his muskiness, rolling her tongue around his manhood but that didn’t seem to be what Cián wanted right now. No, he wanted to kill her with that stupid patience he said she didn’t display often enough.
The mattress dipped and Cián was beside her. “All the toys are packed but I think I have plenty with what mother nature provided. Do I need to use my belt to tie your hands?”
“No. I can deal with it.”
“That’s my girl.” He dropped a light kiss on her waiting lips.
“Well, maybe you don’t need toys anyway.
“Or maybe we need them more.” She couldn’t control her wiggle as his gaze slid lazily over her face, her breasts, her nipples, causing heat to race up her back.
“I need to reacquaint myself with your beautiful body. It has changed in the last two months. I’m not happy I don’t have a plump bottom to spank but we will remedy that in time.”
“You don’t have to spank me, so that shouldn’t be a problem.”
“Somehow, I doubt that, peata. Now no more talking.”
USA Today and #1 International best-selling author, Alyssa Bailey, lives amongst the beauty of Southeast Alaska. She lives where the sky meets the rainforest on the mountains; the mountains touch the ocean, and the wildlife frolic on land, sea, and air. Humans, the ultimate interlopers, are wedged in where allowed and are properly thankful for the privilege.
Alyssa loves writing realistic romance for the naughty in all of us. Writing power exchanges between strong, intelligent, sassy women who are not afraid to make a stand and men confident enough to give his woman space, but Alpha enough to keep her safe despite her choices is a common theme.
If she can throw a little humor, or suspense in her stories, it’s even better. Her characters predominately live in Regency England, Ireland, and Scotland amongst lords and ladies, in the Contemporary Realm amongst men and women of the world, and of course, hard-working Cowboys and fiercely romantic Indians.
You can find Alyssa online:
Blog/web page: http://alyssabailey.com/