#WIPITUP Wednesday – Do You Charge For A Conversation? #BDSM #Unorthodox Chemistry

wipitup.jpgHello there and happy belated Halloween. As I feared the book is far from over. Day job has been crazy but I strongly hope this is the week when I’ll finally put the end to it. There is this pesky need my body has of sleep, can you imagine? Anyway, I’m currently writing Chapter 21, the excerpt here is from Chapter 20, the femdom subplot. I still have no idea if I’ll keep it, time and beta readers will tell. Current word count – about 122K, about 5 chapters left. Anyway, not my best writing so be merciful… Not. 🙂

 

Unorthodox Chemistry is Book 2 of The Unorthodox Trilogy, a sequel to Unorthodox Therapy. Unless life gets in the way I should finish it soon and it will go live by February 18th, 2018. The cover is temporary.

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ALLIE

His voice was shaking as he spoke and he clamped his fists even tighter. This time there was no need to remind him to look me in the eyes. He was staring at my face with all the intensity of a dying man who wanted to confess his final secret. There was despair etched on his features, even horror.

What could be that had him so worked up in knots?

My inner shrink was eager to listen but I kept a poker face and rubbed my chin while I was studying his expression. Nate gritted his teeth as I was pretending to ponder on my answer, careful not to move my face.

Please…” He implored me and clasped his hands as if he was about to pray. “Allie, ma’am… I need to get this out of my system. I’ll do anything you ask, I’ll pay extra, I’ll even lick your boots…”

That finally coaxed some laughter out of me and I finally cracked a grin at him.

Next thing you’ll say is that I’m your only hope.” I smirked, walked to him and grabbed his shirt’s collar. Nate tensed even more when I inclined his head close to me. His eyes went down to my mouth and he breathed in as if getting high on my scent. At the moment I was about to press my lips against his I merely whispered and slapped his cheek gently.

There is no special fee for conversation, Nate.” I ran my nails down his neck, leaving some light red marks. His skin looked so good with my signature on it. “Still, you can talk to me while you are getting naked and while I’m strapping you to the bench… or the cross… or wherever I please.”

Nate moaned lightly when I sank my nails a little deeper, careful not to break the skin. He had put scars and marks at visible places on his hard limits list.

I’d love that.” He said softly and reached out to touch my face. It happened with other clients who were blurring fantasy and reality. When I pulled away, that was the first time I felt a sense of regret.

Careful there, Nate.” I let go of his shirt and opened the door. “Remember. This is not a romantic relationship. It’s not even a sexual one. While you’re in this place you are forbidden from touching me unless I order you so. As long as you follow my rules I’ll take care of your needs. Do you understand?”

Yes… completely.” Maybe it was just me but I saw a shadow of disappointment across his face. “I just still think of that night and… Forget it. Let’s go.”

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Thanks for reading and I hope that next Wednesday I’ll announce I’ve reached the end. Now, hurry up to WIP IT UP Headquarters for more teasers and snippets.

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