Today we have the Blurb and Excerpt from Tickled Pink along with a Giveaway ;)
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Laughing aloud, I was instantly ashamed at my vocal response, ashamed at losing control. Before the ordeal had commenced, I had decided resolutely that whatever he could do to me, I could keep my control – shut myself off – deny him the satisfaction of my fear, but this? He was taking control of my body with just the light drag of his fingertips over the sole of my right foot. He repeated this assault on my left foot, whilst continuing to tickle my right foot. Gulping for air, my cries came raggedly as I tried to fight my natural responses. I couldn’t imagine how this could become any worse, but then to my horror, he tickled up my legs and under my skirt. I writhed under his touch, howling – completely out of control now.
Working his way up my body, across my stomach, he paused momentarily to trace the curve of my waist and hips. I could feel the desire rolling from him as he considered me, the atmosphere crackling with emotion – the strength of his need. His hands never left me, probing and squeezing – no doubt whilst he watched, assessing my reactions – and then he slowed his inspection, settling for a short moment, pressing down gently on my abdomen, almost reassuringly. Then suddenly, he tugged my blouse out of my skirt, slipping his hands underneath it and skillfully found several sensitive spots around my rib cage, making my back arch. I thrashed under his silent but deft attack. His previous examination had directed his fingers to exactly the right places to make me squirm, but just as I could take no more, he stopped.
I lay there panting, whimpering, gulping for air – wondering how long had passed since I’d been strapped down to this table. Time was non-existent; I was being attacked in a way that I had never even thought possible. This was worse than him beating me! If he had hurt me, I could have retreated, saved my sanity, but this? He knew my body was his. It was undeniable. I was incredibly turned on, and deeply ashamed. This unknown man’s hands were forcing me to respond to him – sexually – turning me into an animal.