Every Monday I post a wicked excerpt for your entertainment!
Today's guest is Sonni de Soto with an sneak preview from her soon-to-be-released novel Show Me, Sir.
Max Wells is a ball-busting, ass-kicking testament to female empowerment, who’s yet to meet the person who can push her down.
Until she meets a man she only knows as Sir.
Shamelessly deviant, Hayato knows exactly what Max thinks of
Dominants like him. So ready to dismiss his lifestyle, she’s the type to
assume she knows everything about it and him after one cursory glance
from the outside in. But, looking at Max—at her intelligence and
passion—he can see more in her than the misconceptions she’s
deliberately blinding herself with.
And, determined, he plans to show her more.
Max and Hayato engage in a dance of wit, will, and seduction as they
negotiate roles, rewrite rules, and learn the true meaning of
But, just as their game heats up, it gets used against them. Seeking
to punish them with their play, someone threatens to drag their private
lives out into the public spotlight.
With high stakes and bitter scandal looming over their heads, Max
and her Sir will have to work together to show that what the world
thinks they are does not define who they are.
Her eyes shot up, meeting his savage gaze in the mirror’s reflection. He looked as wild ‒ as unbalanced and out of control ‒ as she felt.
Somehow, that settled her. Righted her, in a weird, irrational way.
“Touch yourself.” He tipped her head back down to stare at herself, exposed and spread wide, as his other hand cupped her free elbow encouragingly. “Show me how you like it. Show me how I should touch you. How I will touch you. Soon.”
With a wicked smile, she felt ‒ saw ‒ her cunt clench with heated desire and heard his echoing groan while her arousal flowed from her body onto her fingers and thighs. She brought her other hand down, letting her fore and middle fingers slide between her inviting folds.
“Yes,” he said.
Gathering her wetness, she brushed her clit on a gasp. They both watched her stroke herself in intense silence, watched as soft, tentative brushes quickly turned into hard, twisting flicks while pleasure surged through her.
“Yes.” That one word was a compelling lull, urging her on. He reached in front of her, unsnapping the front clasp of the button-up teddy.
Max’s breath caught when her breasts spilled free, bouncing with every heaving pant.
“Touch them.” Both their eyes stared at her tight, rosy nipples. “Touch.”
Without thought, she lifted compliant fingers all but reflexively to fondle a flushed peak even while she kept rubbing against her needy nub. She groaned. “Oh Lord.”
“Fuck yourself.” His voice was hoarse and hushed, the coarse words a quiet plea that quelled her unease. “Slip those fingers deep inside that sweet, pretty pussy.”
She did, moaning while her perfectly manicured hand pushed inside.
She needed more.
“Yes,” he said, “move those fingers. Slide them in and out. Faster.”
Her core contracted, gripping her so tight, the nerves sparking all along her vaginal walls.
“Come, Max,” he coaxed. “Come for me.”
And, God help her, she did.
Her eyes widened, not willing to miss a second of it. Her body rushed toward a climax, her strokes becoming mad while she rubbed and pushed, pinched and tugged.
With an animalistic roar, she came, her body rioting with sensation. Try as she might, she couldn’t keep her eyes open. Couldn’t stop her body from tensing tight. Her knees wobbled. With a choked pant, she caught herself, still tirelessly touching her clit as her climax took her. It took all she had to stay upright, propping her shaking weight up against the cool, fogging glass.
“Damn, Max,” she heard him murmur.
She blinked, trying to see past the haze, but saw nothing in the mirror over her shoulder.
Then a fierce shiver hit her when a familiar, reverent touch caressed her hip.
Her gaze dropped to him, crouched down at her side. His face was eye-level to her still undulating hips. His eyes watched her, entranced. “Goddamn.” His hand that idly brushed her curving side now gripped her thigh, urging her to part them further.
He removed her hand from her still convulsing sex and brought it to his mouth, sucking her fingers deep. He moaned as his tongue swept over the sweet, slick skin, cleaning her completely before releasing her.
“I want to taste you.” He met her eyes in the mirror, that hungry look now ravenous. “Really taste you.”
Her body gave a delicious, lurching jerk, thinking about his mouth, his tongue, his teeth upon her vulva. The thought of this man ‒ this powerful, enigmatic man ‒ on his knees before her, giving her pleasure, made her heat all over again.
Without allowing all her niggling principles or warning reservations a voice, wanting to not think for once, but to feel… just feel, she bit her lip and nodded.
Max fought the urge to giggle when his cloudlessly brilliant eyes widened and flared, as if he hadn’t expected her to agree. As if he’d expected a fight.
Her teeth worried her lip. Should she fight? She knew logically ‒ ideologically ‒ she shouldn’t be allowing him to do this. Sex of any kind with this man would be a power game. One she wasn’t sure she should play. But, when he shifted himself around her to settle between her thighs, she wondered why.
Why couldn’t she just shut up and enjoy this? Why couldn’t she allow herself to stop fighting for once?
Tell me you want this.” He gripped her hips, his fingers clinging and digging into her lush form. “I want the words from you, Max.”
She blinked at him, knowing what the lawyer in him was asking for. Consent. Undeniable agreement.
She wiggled in his unrelenting grip, feeling her undeniable longing. He licked his thin lips, the pointed tip of his tongue moving, dark and slow, across his mouth. Her own tongue followed suit, moistening her dry skin.
She swallowed hard. “I want you to.”
Informed, complete consent. She looked down into his eyes, seeing that he didn’t think her capable of it. Didn’t think that the proper, sophisticated picture she projected could do dirty.
He thought he was so smart.
Meeting his daring glare with one of her own, she said, “I want you to taste me.” Her voice was clear with her own obvious goad. “I want your lips on my clit and your tongue in my cunt. I want you to make me come harder than I ever have in my life.” She cocked her head when the corners of his thin lips trembled with laughing shock. “Think you can do that?” She looked down her nose at him. “Sir.”
He chuckled, the sound rich and low, and tightened his grip on her hips. His hands slid lower over her behind and down her thighs, pulling them further apart, making room for himself between them. With a dangerous grin, he simply said, “Watch."
Show Me, Sir is out on the 10th April from Sinful Press and available for pre-order now:
Amazon US :: Amazon UK
Sonni de Soto is an Asian kinkster of color, who loves and lives the lifestyle when she can. Her work involves The Taming School and Show Me, Sir, as well as stories in Between the Shores: Erotica With Consent and The First Annual Geeky Kink Anthology.
Like any good nerd, she loves learning new and interesting things about science, art, culture, and, of course, sex and love. She’s always thrilled to hear from readers; you can get in touch with Sonni de Soto at her website