I too am under some very strict writing deadlines at the moment as well as some personal life stress so my time has been limited on social media. While working on one project a little birdie (i.e. some super supportive author friends) got me to thinking about a different project with a twist. Wasn’t that as clear as mud? Hehe That’s right I have been working on a super sexy secret project that has to get done in a matter of weeks. Without giving too much away I’ll give you a hint. We’re all going back to Purgatory and not in the way you think. ;)
And speaking of Purgatory…
One of my very favorite Purgatory scenes doesn’t actually take place in the Purgatory series. It’s in Power Play, which is technically the Pleasure Playground series. Okay that sentence just made me laugh. Leave it to me to link nearly every single BDSM romance I’ve written to the Purgatory Club.
Ready for a taste of my favorite Purgatory scene? Enjoy this snippet from Power Play and then come visit me on facebook at http://www.facebook.com/ElizaGayleAuthor or my website at http://elizagayle.net, where I hope to keep everyone informed about what’s happening with the new book. (Cover reveal is coming very soon)
Jennifer gulped for air. She’d never intended for things to get this far when she’d left the building after work today without letting him know. Her original idea had been to go home, have a really strong drink and then stare at the television until she got her head on straight. Instead, she’d started to analyze everything Daegan had ever said to her. Looking for clues to his deceit. She’d needed to find a reason not to trust him. When she’d gotten to the point she wanted to pull her hair out and scream in frustration, she’d grabbed her keys and purse and headed out for a drive.
Instead of the open road she’d thought of, she’d found herself in the crowded parking lot of Purgatory. Immediately the lure of the sights and smells of leather and sweat flashed through her memories, leaving her helpless to resist the call of pain. Like an endorphin junkie, she’d convinced herself in minutes that one little session on the cross wouldn’t hurt. She didn’t even have to take off her clothes. There was nothing wrong with that. It wasn’t even a sexual thing.
Oh how she’d lied out her ass.
Cool air brushed across her heated skin, bringing her thoughts back to the situation at hand. Her pussy throbbed in anticipation. Until she remembered the look in his eyes. The disappointment he’d shown her despite the anger laced in his words.
“Why are you here, Jennifer?” he asked.
“I don’t know.”
“Lie.” A sharp smack landed on her ass. Bright pain bloomed across her backside. Tears sprang to her eyes. That wasn’t a flogger. He had a crop.
“Why are you here?” he repeated.
“I—I—needed some time to think.”
Another smack landed on her right cheek. “That’s not why you are here. Why are you here in the club, strapped to a cross?”
She started to process.
“Don’t embarrass yourself with another lie. You don’t have to come to a club to think. Why are you here?”
She swallowed, her hands tightening on her restraints. He was going to force her to admit everything in front of an audience. “I was looking for a brief escape. I thought about the pain…”
She jerked and went up on her toes when his evil crop landed on her left cheek. Another slap of leather, and her ass began to feel like it was on fire.
“The last I checked, you and I were in the midst of an agreement. Is that incorrect?”
“Yes. I mean no. It’s not incorrect,” she admitted.
“And you assumed coming to a club unescorted and without permission would be permissible?”
Another sharp, fiery sensation streaked across her buttocks.
“Answer the question.”
“No, Sir,” she whispered.
“Much better.” He rubbed the fiery stripes on her ass with the rough palm of his hand. “I’d call that act of defiance one of extreme disrespect, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Yes, Sir.” Several blows landed on her backside. She whimpered and cried out for each strike. It hurt like fucking hell, but with each touch of that little piece of leather, something loosened inside her. He was disciplining her. All she had to do to make it stop was say her safe word. She trusted Daegan to stop immediately if she did. She never came close to uttering it. Instead, each swat made her feel better. This was what he wanted from her at the moment, and she needed to submit to it. Something dark and heavy inside her unraveled and began to fade. The further she slipped under his will, the easier the pain became.
“This discipline is what you came for isn’t it? You didn’t think you could get what you needed from me so you came here.” The deep tone of his voice unnerved her.
“I didn’t know,” she cried.
“And that, my love, is called topping from the bottom.” He threw the crop against the wall, and she watched it bounce and land on the floor.
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