It’s the fourth day of our trip into the erotica archives, and today I’m pleased to welcome a fellow Devon based author, who has written so many books I can’t keep up! The brilliant MK Elliott is here to tickle those erotic taste buds.
Over to you Marissa…
Blurb– Model Wanted (Parts 1-3)
At the top of his game, Eric Rutherford takes photographs for five star hotels and portraits for wealthy families. But Eric has a dream. He longs to create erotic art. He has an eye for a woman’s beauty, but he doesn’t just want to photograph a woman naked, he also wants to tie her up, and down. He wants to bind rope across her breasts, tight enough that the rope leaves an imprint on her skin. He wants to have her on her knees, with her hands handcuffed to her ankles. He wants to whip her rounded pale bottom with a leather flogger, and then photograph the red stripes. So his search for his perfect model begins and when an advert brings the beautiful, blonde Anya into his apartment, his one fear is that she’ll say no…
Art student Anya is unsure of her position in his life. Thrown into Eric Rutherford’s world, she had to wonder if she is just his model, or does she dare to hope for something more? Eric wants to take things further, push sexual boundaries Anya has never crossed before. But she has to wonder, is he taking her to extremes because he cares about her, or does he only care about his art?
Eric cleared his throat and forced himself to his feet. His job was to photograph her like this, not imagine how she would taste as he pushed his tongue inside her cunt.
He adjusted the lighting hanging from the rail on the ceiling and then picked up his camera. He started with shots of her face, one cheek crushed against the white paper-covered floor, her eyes wide and innocent, portraying her vulnerability. Such contrast to the pose she was in. He moved to her back and hands, taking shots of the metal bound around her slender wrists.
Finally, he moved the camera to aim between her thighs, at the way her spread position exposed her pussy and ass to him in all of their perfection.
“Are you going to fuck me like this?” she asked out of the blue.
He lowered the camera in shock. “That isn’t what this is about.”
She twisted her neck as best she could and locked eyes with him. “What about if that’s what I want this to be about?”
But he didn’t know what he was going to say. Surely he didn’t intend on telling her no? The position she was in, with her cheek pressed against the floor, her ankles forced apart, her perfect heart-shaped bottom pushed into the air, was just ripe for fucking hard. Between her slender thighs, the swollen lips of her vulva peeped out. He didn’t think he imagined the sheen on her pussy or the inside of her thighs.
His balls ached and his cock lengthened in his pants. Her gaze shifted, resting on the increasingly obvious bulge in his crotch.
“Anya,” he tried again. “It’s crossing a line. I don’t want to be that kind of man …”
“But I want to be that kind of girl,” she said. She spread her ankles wider, pulling the small chains between the spreader bar taut. The metal clinked in response. The position widened her stance, her thighs even more spread than before, exposing the star of her asshole and the delicate inner folds of her pussy.
“Oh, God,” he moaned.
Fuck it. He might want to be a professional when it came to his photography, but he was still a man.
With one swift move, he undid his belt and whipped it from the loops of his pants. He took her bottom between his hands and lowered his face to her wet slit like a man starving. The scent of her juices filled his senses, a musky but sweet perfume. He buried his tongue between her folds, seeking her waiting hole. Hardening his tongue, he slipped inside her easily, her arousal and juices opening her up to him. Her cream covered his mouth, moistening his chin, and he moved in and out, feeling her inner muscles tighten and contract around his tongue.
Anya writhed and moaned beneath his attention, but he wasn’t going to let her come yet.
Eric knelt up behind her, admiring the view. He’d never had someone so submissive to him before, allowing him to do such things to her without any trepidation at the possibility that he might hurt her in some way. He knew she trusted him implicitly.
He took the rock-hard length of his cock in one hand and gave it a couple of strokes. The head was purple and bulbous, the length ridged with veins standing out beneath the silky skin. His balls throbbed with a heavy ache and he longed to bury himself in her silken heat. It was what he’d been dreaming of doing from the moment she’d first walked into his apartment.
With her head twisted so she could watch him, her cheek pressed against the floor, her gaze locked on his face, he slowly ran the head of his cock along the opening of her cunt. He groaned at the heat of her, smearing himself with a mixture of his saliva and her desire. Then he grasped her bottom, one cheek in each hand, and thrust himself deep…
Amazon link: myBook.to/ModelWanted
M.K. Elliott is the author of the bestselling short story collection, ‘Rescued.’ A British author, she was born in Devon, England, where she now lives with her husband, three young daughters, two rescue cats, and a crazy Spanish dog. Though she has a degree in Zoology, her true love has always been writing and she now works as a full time author. As well as erotica, she also writes paranormal fiction in the name Marissa Farrar, and has recently published her fourteenth novel.
Since ‘Rescued’ hit the number one spot for Erotica on Barnes & Noble, she’s also had several other titles hit the bestseller list, including another short story collection, ‘Some Love it Hot,’ and her erotic vampire novella, ‘Deadly Beauty.’ Her most recent work is the sexy serial, ‘Model, Wanted.’
M.K. writes everything from contemporary romance to steaming hot erotica, and her love of travel and adventure is her main influence in her stories.
If you would like to know more about M.K. then please visit her Facebook Page.
Many thanks to Marissa for sharing that deliciously tasty snippet with us today. If you think your blood pressure can cope, then come back for Day 5, when the nonstop erotica machine that is Lucy Felthouse, will be here to tempt us with something naughty!