Hello, WIP IT UP! This week I’m already past the point of 137 000 words, which was my initial goal for that novel. And I still have 3 chapters left to finish it. May the gods of editing help me, this will be one helluva bloodbath once I have to edit it. I’m sure I’ll trim at least 10k off the total wordcount. Anyway, I’m at home this week so with a little bit of luck and inspiration next week should be my last entry of Unorthodox Chemistry. Meanwhile, have one of the suspenseful moments of the book. Fair warning, it’s not for those who are easily scared so read at your risk.

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

LINA

The thought of our solitude was still filling me with some sense of dread but this time they didn’t have me in a choke hold. I even allowed myself to think it was somehow romantic about our isolation.

The rest of the world could wait.

We were all alone and that was beautiful.

I kept walking at a steady pace, hugging myself as the cold was seriously getting to my bones. Perhaps we could have a nice last night before we went back to reality. Hot chocolate and cuddling in front of the fire followed by slow and sensual lovemaking if we had any strength left at all.

That idea made me smile as I was going up the rocky path from the beach to the front porch. The house was dark and looked abandoned, which made me frown a little. Has Thomas gone out? Perhaps he had gone to buy something we had forgotten yesterday. The supermarket must be closed by that time, though…

When I unlocked the front door and walked in the hair on my back raised and I nearly ran out in a rush of panic. It was way too quiet and my self-preservation instinct went on full alert. Still, I took a deep breath and got inside, with heart beating like a drum and racing pulse.

“Thomas? Are you here?” I called out as I reached out for the light switch.

I never saw a dark figure in the corner or hear someone move behind me. The first moment I became aware of their presence was when they clapped their hand over my mouth, tugged me hard by the hair and forced me to kneel.

Too late.

“Don’t make a fucking sound or I’ll cut your fucking throat.” A low, growling voice hissed in my ear and I cried out when the stranger pressed a blade to my throat, close enough so I’d feel the cold metal but not so close it would break the skin.”Be a good girl and you won’t get hurt. Do you understand?”

It was a man, tall and pretty strong, easy to overpower me and mere hair’s width away from slicing me open. He released my mouth and I let out a shaky gasp.

That’s all for today. Hopefully next week, I’ll announce a happy event. Now, hurry up to WIP IT UP Headquarters for more teasers and snippets.

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Good morning into another beautiful yet rainy Wednesday. I’m still not done with my book and it looks like I won’t get much writing done today. I just got my edits back for Unorthodox Dom, the trilogy’s sequel and will have to focus on them. Still, I’m at a nearly 130 000 words of Unorthodox Chemistry and I swear I’ll finish it by the end of the week. I’m currently writing Chapter 22 out of 26. Meanwhile, have a little wax scene from Chapter 21. This one was really difficult. I never realized how challenging is to describe bondage furniture without sounding dry and technical, as if you were writing an IKEA catalog. The writing in this section could be better but hopefully, it makes up for its clumsiness with passion. I’ll have a lot of masochistic fun editing.

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

THOMAS

I took off my drenched shirt and used it to wipe my face. Her ferocious expression, clenched fists, and the thick liquids still flooding down her thighs filled me with an adrenaline. As if we were fucking right outside, in the down pouring rain while the thunders were crashing around us.

Sweat on a female body never did it for me but the glistening sheen coating her heaving breasts and stomach, the flexing muscles of her forearms was so fucking sexy. It needed a little something to make her really shine and warm her up for the next stage. I threw the shirt away, picked up the candle from the floor and careened it over her breasts, heaving up and down as she arched her back, like a purring cat.

The first drops of white, vanilla colored rivulets ran down her tits, framing the nipples and pouring over her stomach. It was burning hot at that point but Lina took it with a wide smile and tried to bend her body even more. I noticed she was stroking the snap hooks but didn’t even try to push them open while her body was swaying in the frame. The luscious, burning beads were rolling over her flesh and solidifying. Lina was reveling in the sensations, with closed eyes and features contorted with pleasure as I was decorating her flesh. My mind went back to that moment on the stage, to her tears, flowing just like the wax was drawing spirals on her flesh.

I blew the candle and left it back in its place and moved forward, tilting my head so I’d kiss the purple blotches forming on her neck.

“So beautiful.” She shivered when I whispered in her ear and reached out to fondle her breast. “I want to hurt you more.”

Lina opened her eyes, as glazed and dark as before, and nodded slowly, as if she was high, with a lazy, lascivious smile. A transparent bead was rolling along her breastbone, right between the line separating her breasts. I ran my tongue along the droplet and looked up, fixing my eyes on hers. There was still that lust she’d been repressing for way too long but I was reading something else.

That’s all for today, naughty readers. Hopefully next week, I’ll announce a happy event. Now, hurry up to WIP IT UP Headquarters for more teasers and snippets.

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Hello 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.

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.”

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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Hey, W(H)ipsters. So, here we are, at another milestone. It’s past midnight here with me and I’m preparing to pull another all-nighter in hope I’d finish the book in a few days. I’m currently writing Chapter 19 and if my brain doesn’t betray me I should be done with it by the morning. After last week’s dirty gas station scene, I have something more soulful and intimate for you.

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

THOMAS

Her voice trailed away and both of us stayed silent, just holding hands and looking at each other. I was just about to speak when the deafening roar outside shattered our hearing. Lina trembled and jumped at her seat when the thunder repeated again and again. The sound was getting stronger with each next roll. It has been raining the entire afternoon but right then the raindrops were falling down like bullets. They were bombarding the wooden porch and hitting the windows, in synchrony with the angry thunders on the outside.

Lina looked around and frowned deeply, with anxiety written in her eyes.

“It’s okay…” I spoke quietly and caressed her wrist as she was squirming on the chair. Lina stared outside the window, at the dark thunder clouds hanging over the raging ocean waves. Her fingers dug deep into mine and she tensed for a long moment, without realizing how strong her grasp was.

The skyline was getting blurrier as if the clouds were becoming one with the raging dark green waves. A strong white lightning flashed across the horizon covering it with its blinding web. Lina gasped and grabbed my hand even tighter.

“Hey…” I caressed her face and turned her to look at me. Her blue eyes were a little glazed but the panic attack was a mild one. The tense clasp loosened and she relaxed her jaw. “Lina, it’s okay. You are safe in here. The storm can’t reach us, it’s too far.”

“I’m sorry…” She blushed and rested her cheek against my palm.

“I didn’t know you were afraid of storms,” I said gently and brushed her bottom lip with a thumb.

“I’m not.” Lina stared up at me. The earlier catatonic gaze had gone. The blue in her eyes was shimmering with emotion and the slight quiver of her lips made her look so fragile and lost. “Sometimes I get triggered by such small things. It’s embarrassing.”

I got up from the chair, pulled her wrist and spoke in a soft yet commanding tone.

“Come here.”

Lina followed me without a word in protest. She smoothed the lines of her dress once I helped her raise herself and stared at me with curiosity.

I led her to the window we were facing, just inches from the cool glass and placer her hands on the window, over her head. The tension in her spine became tangible and she tried to shift away.

“Relax.” I wrapped my arms around her waist and pressed my body close to hers. “I’m here… and this is just a storm. It will pass sooner than you think.”

My fingers aligned with hers on top of the smooth surface, tracing their outline, pinning her hands against the window. I kissed her neck and cheek as Lina was looking at the fierce waves outside.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you about that for a long time, pet…” My confidence faltered a little but I gritted teeth and went on. “About that time at The Fortress when I wanted to put handcuffs on you. Was it just that time or you’re already afraid of bondage? What happened?”

“I don’t know…” She spoke after a long silence. The raindrops were crawling down on the glass, as if sliding between our interlaced fingers.”All I knew was that I was terrified of being bound and the thought still makes me uncomfortable.”

Her voice grew low and edgy. The tension rippled in her shoulders, against my chest.

“I think you know better than me why I may have a problem with handcuffs, though. Remember? You were there.”

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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Hello everyone, how is your week going? I’m putting all my efforts into finally finishing that manuscript. I’m soon going to cross 100k and I still have 9 chapters to go through according to plan. I hoped I could finish in time for NaNoWriMo when I’ll start Book 3 but that might be a too ambitious plan. Either way, here’s a small and steamy part of my characters’ road trip. 

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

LINA

“The ladies’ bathroom. In five minutes. You’d better be ready.”

My heart was beating with excitement as I got up from the plastic, uncomfortable chair and walked to the back of the cafe. The lilt of my hips was very subtle under the wide, woolen skirt. The faces of everyone in the gas station, lost in their conversations and plans and the casual hum-drum winter day made the thrill greater. If only they knew what was about to happen.

Or maybe that’s the routine here and many couples have tried the bathrooms, riled up and horny, after hours of driving. Perhaps the innocent, family friendly and cookie cutter environment was hiding a lot of secrets.

Dirty secrets covered in seed stained lipstick, with invisible marks on the surface.

The bathroom looked clean and nice enough, with white and blue tiles, lemon fragrance and metal rails along the walls. I smiled to myself in the mirror and raised the dress slowly while the excitement was slowly rushing in my system. The glass surface showed a different Lina, the kind of woman I’ve been out of touch with for a long time.

Thomas didn’t wait for the five minutes mark to pass before he burst into the room and locked the door. Without a word, he crossed the distance between us, grabbed me by the hair and dug his teeth into my neck until I cried out.

“Quiet.” He bit my earlobe and pushed a finger in my mouth. In response, I nibbled his skin and drew circles with a tongue as Thomas’ grasp grew rougher. His hard cock was pressing against my exposed rear, protected only by a thick layer of tights.

“You wouldn’t want everyone in here to find out what a horny slut you are, would you?” Damn, how much I missed that mischievous hot whisper, the depth of his voice as he was uttering dirty promises. “You wouldn’t want them to learn you need to be fucked within an inch of your life. Is that what you want, pet?”

Thomas lowered me down against the sink and pressed his palm against the small of my waist.

“Hands on the sink. Eyes on the mirror. I want you to watch me the whole time while I screw your pussy raw.”

Oh fuck.

It may seem like I’m a big time masochist but I already look forward to the editing phase. One step closer to publication. Now, don’t waste time and go WIP IT UP Headquarters for more teasers and snippets.

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Hey there, readers and fellow writers, I hope you enjoyed the week since our last meeting. I had a pretty intense writing weekend and at the moment my manuscript is nearly 87k (Oh damn, editing will be fun, so much to cut!) and I finished one of the main acts of the novel. My characters have been stuck at that BDSM club forever so all of us are happy to move on to the next section of the story. So, here is a little romantic walk between Thomas and Lina that might give you a hint where I’ll take them next.

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

THOMAS

Finally, the cold air overwhelmed us and we stopped to rest by one of the traffic lights. I leaned against the hard column and pulled her close to me for a long kiss.

“What are you thinking of?” I brushed her hair and marveled at her bright eyes for a minute.

“Something silly…” She smiled and touched my forearm through the shirt. “You’re freezing, enough with that gentleman act, we can share that jacket until we get back to the club.”

“I’m fine, Lina, you are more at risk of freezing to death in that dress. Now… tell me what is going in your head.”

“I was thinking of our trip to my oceanside house.”

I frowned.

“Lina, we never went there. Something was always coming up and we kept postponing it until it was too late.”

“I know, Thomas. I just wish we had done it. It would have left us with a beautiful memory.”

That was the moment when it struck me how little time we had to be a normal couple before we split. In the past, there was always a risk that someone could see us so we avoided going together anywhere. We spent most of the time in my house or her apartment, always in full discretion. Back then I couldn’t care less because all that mattered was that I was with the woman I loved.

Right then, on this cold street, while we were facing the unknown I wished we had more time to be simply dating without all that anxiety getting in the way.

“Me too.” I kissed her lips again. “Sometimes I fantasize about what it would be if we went there.”

“I was thinking… is it really too late for it?” Her voice was faltering but I could see the growing decision in her eyes. “We can still go there and have one last weekend together.”

That was the last I expected of her so I stood there, unable to process those words. The possibilities rolled before my eyes like a film reel. It was so tempting to give in to that escape. We could leave as early as now and we’d be there even before the sun had risen.

Her boyfriend, our nightmares, Seth, the mess that we left at The Fortress, all of that could stay behind.

There was just one problem.

We couldn’t.

Lina must have sensed my hesitation. Instead of backing down, she continued with even more of a zeal.

“Why not, Thomas? Do we really have anything left to lose at that point? I… I don’t want to spend the rest of my life wondering if we shouldn’t have tried again. At least that way…” She leaned against my chest and grabbed me by the shirt. “If we end up splitting for good this time… I don’t want our last memory as a couple to be full of drama and despair.”

Again, not polished but nothing that my kick ass beta readers and editor can’t fix. Now, I’d like to invite you to WIP IT UP Headquarters to check what the other authors have been up to.

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Hello to all writers and fans who follow these little weekly snippets. I’m currently past 75k of my novel and while I’m far from being the point of “almost there” I’m making daily progress and slowly getting to The End. Today I’m sharing a little of my femdom subplot. I’m not sure if I’ll keep it in the final drafts the trilogy but I’ll decide that once the manuscripts are finished. Meanwhile, enjoy it.

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

ALLIE

He stood up, placed his palms on the table and inclined his head, meeting my gaze with a fortified determination.

“I’m forty-two years old and trust me, I’ve been through more than you can even begin to imagine. I was married, I divorced and I’ve been in and out of more relationships than I can count. I might be naive about that fucked up world you all made for yourself but innocent? Whatever innocence I had I lost it a long time ago.”

He sat back with the same angry, defiant expression but immediately lowered his eyes to the table, with clasped hands and strained shoulders. I stroked the riding crop against my open palm and spoke in a calm, firm voice, with commanding notes that made him look up without me even having to command him.

“It’d be alarming if someone your age didn’t have any life experience. If you were just some blank space guy you wouldn’t intrigue me so much?”

“Intrigue you?” Nate laughed dryly.

“Yes.” I got up from my chair again and walked to him. The riding crop caressed his face. Nate trembled but didn’t move away. Was he the type to bruise? It wouldn’t be long before I found out. “I’m intrigued because you are clearly an intelligent, worldly man and as you said you have experience. You might not be the virginal, blushing type but you are naive when it comes to your own desires. Nate, I don’t think you have a clue what Lina truly needs either.”

There was an intense struggle in his eyes. I could see the waves of emotion storming inside his orbs when my lips nearly found his again. His breath caressed my face and for a moment the temptation to taste his lips was too strong.

“You think it’s some tricks you have to learn and that would be all. Like some cheap circus performance.”

“That’s not how I’d put it… I’d be careful and I’ll learn fast.”

“No.” I shook my head and ran the leather over his face. “If I trained you as a Dom you’d probably get very good using every item in my playroom. You’d get so good with a crop in hand you could even fool Lina. There is no point if your heart truly isn’t in the power exchange.”

He looked pained as I said that. All the insecurity he’s been suppressing came up to the surface. A pang of sympathy ran through me but it was no time to be hesitant.

“This is not a skill you learn so you’d be better at pleasing your partner. I told you, I’ve experienced the two sides of the coin. It never occurred to me to simply play a part or assume a role just to please a partner whether I liked it or not. That’s how tragedies start.”

I’m not 100% happy with the chapter but it will be smoking hot once it’s polished (modesty personified)/ Now go to WIP IT UP Headquarters for some more tasty pieces of writing.

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