I’m delighted to welcome Renee Rose back to my site today, as part of her Mob Mistress blog tour!
Over to you Renee…
Kay, thank you so much for letting me visit your blog today!
When I first started writing erotica, one of my clients mentioned maybe she needed to read my books to figure out what would turn her on. The woman is sixty-five! It was odd for me to hear, since I’ve known since preschool that I was wired to get off on spanking and submission. But I think her case is probably more common than mine. I remember right after Fifty Shades came out, a great number of spanking bloggers appeared who had never before considered spanking, never knew it wound their crank until they’d been exposed to it through the kink book that went mainstream.
In Mob Mistress, Lexi never knew she liked it rough, but Bobby Manghini, her dominant lover has opened her eyes to a whole new world. Here’s a scene where he shows her she can get off in the missionary position…
Lexi lay back, making encouraging noises, but not really getting anywhere.
“Do you ever come when someone licks your pussy, Lexi?”
She shook her head. “No…I mean, it’s great! It feels good, but…”
He remembered their first night, at Plush, when she seemed doubtful he could get her off. He crawled over her. “How about missionary style? Do you ever orgasm in that position?”
Again she shook her head, then shrugged. “I never have, but maybe with you.”
He grinned, honored by her confidence in his abilities. “All right, I’ll take that challenge.”
He crawled off the bed and opened a dresser drawer, pulling out one of her bras.
“What are you doing?” she giggled.
He slid the arm loop of her bra over one of the posts of the bed, then grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head, knotting the bra around them.
“Ooh,” she squealed. “I’m not sure it counts as missionary if my hands are bound.”
Hoisting her legs into the air, he held her ankles with one hand and gave her ass a hard slap.
“Ack!” she cried in surprise, squirming against the grip.
“Who is in charge?”
“You are! You are!”
He lowered her hips, running his thumb along her glossy slit. “Good girl. I make the rules here. You lie back and take it. And right now, you’re going to take it in missionary position.”
She bucked even more at his fondling and his words, her hips bobbing under his thumb.
He eased her feet back to the bed. “Now, open your knees, girl.”
She stood her feet on the bed, knees bent and feet wide apart, arching her pelvis in his direction.
“Oh, now you’re begging for it, aren’t you?” he asked, slapping her pussy.
She shrieked, but didn’t close her legs, just panted, watching him with excitement.
“You’re going to want to come the second my cock penetrates that pretty little pussy of yours, but you can’t. Not until I say you can.” He slapped her pussy again. “Understand, little girl?”
“Good girl.” He insinuated himself between her knees and shoved into her, deep enough to make her grunt. “That’s right,” he murmured, sliding out and repeating the aggressive plunge. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you will always remember who owns you.”
She moaned, arching up, her eyelashes fluttering.
As he continued to plumb her depths, he bent his head to one nipple, teasing it with his tongue, then nipping it with his teeth. He pushed back and slapped her breast, making her give a little scream, her pussy gushing, her hips gyrating in a frantic rhythm beneath him.
Using one hand to press her bound wrists down into the bed, he gave her face a gentle slap — not enough to even sting, more symbolic than anything.
She gasped, lifting her legs in the air and pushing up at him with her pelvis. He stayed with that rhythm, letting her rock her clit against him on each in-stroke until her cries became desperate.
“Do you want to come now, Lexi?” he asked, slapping her breast again. “Do you?”
“Yesssss. God, yes!” she cried.
He gripped her shoulders, bracing her as he slammed inside her over and over again until his own orgasm crested. “Now, Lexi!” he shouted when he reached climax.
She went wild beneath him, wriggling against him, coming with a screech and a shudder.
“I think,” he mused, freeing her wrists as she recovered beneath him, “You just need it rough.”
“I think I just need you,” she said.
His heart lurched.
She blushed, as if realizing she’d shown him all her cards.
He wanted to tell her he needed her too, but revealing his hand weakened his position. He settled for expressing the depth of his emotion for her with the most tender kiss.
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Mob Mistress blurb
When hair stylist Lexi Tyler finds herself evicted from her apartment, her best friend sets her up with the mobster Bobby Manghini, knowing he likes to play sugar daddy. He offers her a luxury apartment overlooking the city and spending cash every time he sees her, but one thing is clear: he is the bossman.
Lexi soon discovers Bobby backs up his rules with firm, over the knee discipline, but he also takes responsibility for all her problems, giving her more support than she ever dreamed of having from a man
Mobster Bobby Manghini likes to be the man in control, particularly with women, which is why he prefers a mistress for sex, even though he’s no longer married. When he strikes a deal with Lexi to be at his beck and call, he finds in her the full package — a hot, intelligent woman who is turned on by his dominance and willing to submit to his punishment. But when she finds out he doesn’t have a wife, she is hurt by the deception and severs all ties.
Can he prove to her their relationship meant more than a business arrangement? Or will he lose the one woman willing to give him everything he ever desired?
Renee Rose is a naughty author and kinkster who loves writing about hot alpha males, Dominance/submission and power exchanges. Named Eroticon USA’s Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, her books are all centered around kink, namely: spanking. She also writes BDSM under the name Darling Adams.
Renee can be found at-
Happy reading everyone,