Welcome to
The Novice Christmas Tour. This is a very special tour as over twelve days the
first twelve chapters of The Novice, book #1 in the Sexy as Hell series by
Harlem Dae - http://www.harlemdae.com
will be published, one per day, per blog, for you to get a taste of
Victor and Zara’s wild and erotic journey. A huge thank you to Erzabet for
hosting chapter 2 today!
About Sexy
as Hell – Sexy as Hell is an erotic trilogy that will submerge you into the
black heart of a world of bondage and discipline, Dominance and submission,
sadism and masochism.
Dare to take
this twisting journey with Victor and you’ll learn the ropes with him,
experience every carnal sensation and fall into a dark and dangerous love that
grips like a fist and binds like a collar.
Get to know
Zara, his sultry teacher, and you’ll gasp when she doles out her sinful
instructions but then delight in the stunning results she not only demands but
achieves. It seems Heaven and Hell are not so far apart when she holds the
reins.
Victor has
his layers peeled back, but when he does the same to try to get to his Vixen’s
core, a revelation appears. Because Zara is a woman whose vast sexual
experience is both her strength and her weakness; she can inflict pain and
pleasure, make lusty demands and instruct, but she needs so much more, she
needs…
Yes, the
time has come to for her to admit to her needs and confess to the repairing her
soul hungers for. A sea of memories, a lifetime of control requires an
acknowledgement that will cut through her barriers, and there’s only one man up
for the job—her virgin, her student, her newly trained monster, Victor
Partridge.
Please
note, in order to enjoy Victor and Zara’s adventures, the trilogy must be read
in order.
The Novice (formerly named The Virgin) is the first book, the second
The Player and finally The Vixen. Here is the back cover information for The
Novice.
London –
one meeting, one month of lessons and a landslide of depraved new desires.
My journey
to hell started with a decaff coffee. Nothing more than a grey mug full of
dull-brown liquid devoid of its most useful ingredient.
One sip, one
smile, one touch of her hand and it was soon clear my life wasn’t destined to
stay dull. Oh, no, suddenly I had a month of bedroom education planned by a
sultry vixen who intended to broaden my horizons beyond my usual peach-pink
palette.
She wanted
to take me to deep purples and navy blues and the pitch blackness that was pure
sin. And on the other side of that blackness was a place that might look like
Hell, with debauchery and wantonness, people playing devil’s advocate, luring
innocents into the hotter, steamier corners of the world.
Her world.
Oh, yes, she
promised each night to take me there and paint me an orange-and-red picture that
would come alive, flickering like flames, enticing me, holding me spellbound
and eager to learn more. To touch, explore, drown in coming.
And drown I
would. I was no match for her tricks and taunts. My only chance of survival was
to show her that I was no vanilla virgin. I had a rainbow of mastery up my
sleeve, too, and if she just opened her eyes, she might be dazzled enough to
stay—stay and take ‘my’ lessons. If she didn’t kill me first, that was, with
pleasure.
* * * * *
So what are
people saying about the Sexy as Hell Trilogy? I’m pleased to report that it’s
all good, no, more than good. This trilogy has been described on Amazon as “far better than the 50 Shades of Grey”, one
reader said, “I've read many erotic novels and BDSM books but these ones are by
far my favourites.” another stated, “I was looking to be titillated yes, but
instead was captured by the story of Zara and Victor.” You can read all the
glowing reviews on the Harlem Dae website, plus read the FREE Harlem Dae
magazine with all the inside gossip about the Sexy as Hell Trilogy and what it
was like for two authors writing nearly 300k together and how their characters
inspired them to keep on writing.
So finally, with just a last warning that this story is boundary
pushing, hot, edgy and dark and not for those of a delicate disposition. It’s
BDSM primarily but has a slow burn romance that tips everything on its head as
feelings intensify and souls are bared.
Links
Tour Information/Where to find all the chapters - http://www.harlemdae.com/p/sexy-as-hell-on-tour.html
Harlem Dae Website - http://www.harlemdae.com
The Player – Amazon - http://www.amazon.com/The-Player-Trilogy-Erotic-ebook/dp/B00E251FOO/ref=pd_sim_kstore_1
The Vixen – Amazon http://www.amazon.com/The-Vixen-Trilogy-Erotic-ebook/dp/B00E251KU8/ref=pd_sim_kstore_1
Chapter
Two
“What the
bloody hell is this place?” Victor asked. “And what did you mean by what you
just said?”
We stood in
an alleyway, the flat, square cobbles wet from the recent rain and glistening
from the orange glow of a streetlight out on the road. A row of buildings
flanked the alley, all dark red brick with even darker red doors and small
windows on the first and second levels. The buildings were like something out
of the nineteen-twenties, maybe originally an old mill or something. I knocked
on a door with the number six proudly displayed in brass and waited for Emma to
open it.
“I meant
exactly what you thought I meant, and this place is where I work,” I said.
He stared
down for a moment, seeming to have trouble processing the change in our
location. “So you’re a prostitute?”
“Some would
say so, but I don’t sell sex.” I shrugged. “You’ll see.”
The door
opened, and Emma, resplendent in knee-high white socks, a short, pleated grey
skirt, and a white blouse, beamed her usual smile. Her blonde pigtails swung to
a stop. “Oh, are you on tonight, Zara?”
“No,” I
said, taking Victor’s hand and dragging him inside towards the pine reception
desk. “I’ve brought a friend to have a looksee.” I nodded at Victor.
Emma shut
then locked the door. “A virgin?” she asked, walking behind her desk and
plonking herself onto a chair.
Victor
inflated his chest—something I suspected he did a lot of when his masculinity
was called into question. “I’m not a virgin!”
“Not that
kind of virgin,” I said, swatting him lightly on his arse, then looked at Emma.
“Yes, a virgin, so we’ll just be watching tonight.”
“Room four’s
free,” she said, twirling one of her pigtails around her finger, her gaze
slipping down Victor’s tall, lean frame.
I couldn’t
blame her, he was quite a catch.
“Who’s on display?”
I asked.
“Julie.”
Emma smiled again and swept her tongue over her top lip.
“Oh, Lord.”
I studied Victor. “Are you sure you know everything?”
“Stop it,”
he said. “We’ve already established I don’t.” He stared at Emma, jerking his
head sideways at me. “Is she always this bossy?”
“If you
think this is bossy, wait until she really gets going,” Emma said, leaning back
in her chair to plonk her black flatties on the desk.
Victor
swiped a hand across his brow.
“Come on,” I
said. “This way!”
I pulled him
to a door to the right of the desk and led him down a hallway that could have
belonged in a hospital. White walls, glaring strip lights, and seven
white-painted doors evenly spaced. Reaching door number four, I stopped and
waited for Victor. Once he stood in front of me, I planted my hands on his
shoulders.
“Now then,”
I said. “Julie might open your eyes a little bit, all right? But it’s fine to
be shocked and I won’t think any less of you.”
“I’m
beginning to wish I’d never met you,” he said, eyeing the ceiling. “All I
wanted was a bloody decaff coffee after work, and there you were, all smiles
and enticing tits, and look where it got me.” He lowered his gaze and stared at
me. “I should be at home, eating my dinner. I’ve got a busy day tomorrow.”
“But you’re not,
so get over it,” I said, patting his shoulders. “And just think, when you got
up this morning, you had no idea what you’d be doing now. Isn’t this at least
giving you a little thrill?”
“If I tell
you the truth, you’ll laugh at me.”
Playing
around with him was all well and good, but I felt a bit sorry for him then.
Only a bit, mind. “I won’t. Promise.”
“I’m
uncomfortable. This…this place. You. Emma out there. I’m in a sex den, aren’t
I? My clients would probably freak if they found out.”
“You are and
they won’t.” I paused. “Do you want to leave? We can, you know. I’m not into
forcing people.” I gave his shoulders a squeeze. “Listen, this is just
watching, okay? You don’t have to do anything but observe, and if you don’t
like it, we’ll leave. Go and have something to eat, dinner. My treat. Deal?”
His eyes
softened a bit, and a sense of accomplishment washed over me. I’d managed to
get a positive response from him. That was a good sign.
“Deal,” he
said, managing a smile.
“Right, come
on then.”
I opened the
door and let it swing wide. The contrast in lighting was stark. Out here was
bright, in there wasn’t. Only a low-watt bulb glowed inside a half moon glass
shade on the wall to our right, making the red paint look dusky pink. Victor
cleared his throat and stepped in. I followed, shutting the door and letting my
eyes adjust to the gloom. Soon, light would spill through a rectangle of glass
from the room opposite, and Julie would perform in all her glory.
Two black
leather bucket chairs were in front of us, and I tapped Victor’s arm.
“Sit down
there,” I said, pointing, then taking the seat beside his. “The show won’t be
long in starting. Glad we made it in time. Nothing worse than coming in halfway
through.”
“What’s she
going to do?” he asked, getting himself comfortable.
“Oh, this
and that.” I didn’t want to scare him before she’d even started.
Julie’s
performances always left me in awe of her. She’d said recently that no one hurt
her exactly as she liked and when she entered the performance room she lost
herself, went into another world. I knew what she meant. After all, I did the
same thing myself, except what I gave the voyeurs was totally different from
what she gave. All tastes were catered for here. All except vanilla. I smiled
to myself and wondered how Victor would cope. I’d been somewhat cruel, bringing
him to Julie’s spectacle for his first time, but it was a test of sorts. If he
could cope with her, he’d be set up for seeing Lovisa and Halsten, a Swedish
pair who enjoyed a bit of bloody violence more often than not.
“This and
that sounds ominous,” he said.
I waved my
hand, even though he probably couldn’t see it. “Stop fretting. She won’t be
doing anything she doesn’t want to do.”
Light
suddenly blazed through the window as the automatic curtains pulled back. I
blinked, turning to look at Victor to see his reaction to the room ahead. He
darted forward in his seat, peering as though unable to believe his eyes. I
knew what he was looking at, knew the layout like the back of my hand. Black walls,
black floor, a somewhat out-of-place chandelier sparkling from the ceiling. Row
upon row of toys hanging from hooks on the wall opposite, the metal of some
twinkling. And Julie standing in the centre, naked except for a pair of shiny
red thigh-high boots, her back to us. She was Barbie doll perfection, long,
wavy blonde hair, and slender legs.
Victor
blinked.
I looked
through the window. Julie reached up and gathered her abundant mane in one
hand, securing it into a knot with a scrunchie.
Victor gasped.
“Her skin…”
“Pretty,
isn’t it?” I looked at him.
“No, no it
isn’t. Where the hell did she get those scars?”
“You’ll see.
But if you meet her, never tell her you think those scars are ugly. To her
they’re beautiful. A part of her. A very important part. There’s a lot you
won’t understand this month, a lot you’ll think is wrong, Victor, but you must
always bear in mind it isn’t wrong to those who are doing it.”
“But she’s
been hurt!”
“Yes, she
has.” I didn’t offer any more information. Sometimes it took seeing something
before you could believe things weren’t as bad as they seemed. That what you
saw wasn’t the first impression you’d got. I was going to open this man’s eyes
so wide he’d think his pretty eyeballs were going to pop.
Julie
stepped forward and took a whip from one of the hooks. She moved a few feet in
reverse so she was once again in the centre of the room. With a flick of her
wrist she tested the whip against her booted leg, the sound of it hitting the
leather filtering through the slim slats built into the top of the window.
In my
peripheral, I caught sight of Victor jumping, balling his hands into fists in
his lap. I imagined his heart rate speeding, him not knowing what she was about
to do, rolling information around in his mind with regards to her scars. They
criss-crossed her back, some creamy and raised, old, others light pink, and
others still red from a more recent whipping. She wore them as her armour, a
badge displayed proudly, for they represented who she was, who she was finally
allowed to be. Herself. I didn’t expect Victor to understand. Not many people
did, I’d found.
Julie drew
the whip up in front of her, and its tail sliced across her shoulders. Victor
let out an “Oh, shit!” but didn’t look away. Julie whipped on, one lash following
the other with incredible speed, no long gaps in between strikes, no chance for
a breather. This was how she liked it, hard and fast, and, like she’d said, if
no one had the bottle to strike her in the way she liked it done, she’d do it
to herself.
“Oh, God,”
Victor breathed. “What is she doing?”
“Pleasuring
herself,” I said, shifting slightly so I could look at him. Tonight his
expression fascinated me more than Julie’s show.
“That isn’t
normal,” he said. “Sorry, but it isn’t.”
“Not normal
to you, maybe, but very normal to her. She loves it. You wait. She’ll come like
a train in a minute.”
“How can you
come from that?” he asked, moving his head as though to turn to me but failing
to pull his gaze from her. “How can that be nice, make you feel nice?”
“Have you
ever tried it?” I asked, knowing full well he hadn’t. If he’d had to ask me
such a thing, he didn’t understand.
“No, and I
don’t bloody intend to either.” He rested into the chair then crossed his arms
over his chest.
Defence
mechanism. A way to distance himself from what he was seeing.
Julie
groaned, whipping on, frenzied in her attack. She turned then, continuing to
whip, and stared directly at our window. Clips adorned her nipples, joined by a
silver chain. She lifted it and draped it behind her bottom teeth, then closed
her mouth.
“What the
hell?” Victor said quietly.
Eyes
closing, Julie flagellated with one hand and cupped her sex with the other.
Moaning, she used her thumb and pinky to spread her wet slit wide, then dipped
her middle three fingers into her hole. She fucked herself, body jolting from
each strike and more than a little pleasure she was unleashing down there. Legs
widening, she withdrew her fingers and circled her clit, vigorous movements
that had her hips lifting and her back arching. Her change in position meant
the chain raised her breasts, each nipple distended, elongated. She trembled
from the force of her whip.
I glanced
across at Victor. He was breathing heavily, and sweat had broken out at his temples.
He still had his hands fisted, and I noted a severe blush on his cheeks. And I
noticed something else too.
“Quite a
bulge you have going on there,” I said.
For all his
bluster on this being wrong, he was turned on. Some part of his brain recognised
that Julie was getting off on the pain.
“I
can’t…can’t help it,” he whispered. “She’s just so violent, so…into what she’s
doing. Look at her nipples. She’s tugging them so hard. Christ…”
“She won’t
last long now,” I said, still watching Victor. I knew Julie’s performance off
by heart. Once she turned, once she put that chain in her mouth, she was almost
there.
Julie wailed
out the beginning of her release. The long, drawn-out yell combined with the
crack of the whip was undeniably arousing. I was wet and I needed to touch. I
reached across and deftly pulled down Victor’s zip. Freed him and enclosed my
hand around his hardness. I pumped his fat length, manoeuvring onto my knees so
I could lean over the arms of our chairs. He didn’t protest, but lifted his hips
as though silently offering his cock to find a home in my mouth. I sucked him
in, and with three suctioned pulls I had him coming. Wet heat flooded my mouth,
and I swallowed just in time for the next shot. He gripped my hair, grabbed the
chair arm with his other hand, and gave a hoarse cry.
Victor, the
man who might have thought he knew it all, was only just seeing the tip of the
iceberg.
Erzabet - thank you so much for hosting The Novice on it's Christmas Chapter Tour, we hope readers enjoy the beginning of Victor and Zara's sexy journey.
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