What You Crave by Landra Graf



*Waves* Thanks to TL for hosting me today!

Today is the release for my new erotic, BDSM 1NS, What You Crave.  This is the first of three involved in the Desperately Seeking Submissive series. 

Yes, I totally did a play on words and borrowed from the popular 80s movie with Madonna. As for additional inspirations, I got a bunch of help from my spouse.  The hero of this tale was originally supposed to be involved in the mafia and my heroine an expensive, discreet call girl… at least that was my hubby’s take on a one night stand. 

The heroine quickly evolved. As I always had a scene in mind of my first 1NS heroine, Victoria, and her therapist talking about her escapades. Naturally, said therapist would want to explore on her own, and what there’s no better way than with Madame Eve’s assistance.  Lauren is also used to be quiet and reserved. My female inspirations were Naomi Watts, Blake Lively, and Malin Ackerman.

My hero took an altogether different turn and ended up being the owner of a casino and hotel, no mafia connections here, though he is still recovering from some grief and a bad breakup. This ex-military, rope bondage, dominant is definitely one of my favorite heroes. I like his hard and soft approach to Lauren. When crafting his character I thought of several male inspirations including Antonio Banderas, Tom Selleck, and Jake Gyllenhaal. Combine some physical and emotional traits from those three men and you get Sigmund Bermudez. 

Overall, I loved this story and how the two characters emerged from an initial idea. They took flight and created a unique tale I hope erotic romance readers enjoy. 

Blurb: Sigmund Bermudez has spent the last year out of the BDSM scene, mourning his father, and rebuilding the family business. When he loses a bet to his bodyguard that Madame Eve won’t locate a woman who’s down with his type of kink, he finds himself committed to a date he’s not sure he’ll enjoy. 

Lauren Elser has heard about kinky escapades from one of her more challenging patients, and never taken part in one. When offered a chance to explore this undiscovered side of herself courtesy of 1Night Stand she jumps at it.

Neither of them are prepared for the emotional roller coaster that comes with their date, and soon shibari bondage play turns into so much more. The only problem is Sig’s not ready to open up and Lauren doesn’t want to be sued again. If they work past the issues there’s a world of wonder in store. 

Excerpt:
With her limbs tied, her chest wrapped in blue nylon… the sight of those ropes did something to her insides, and she bucked upward. “Yes. Now your hands.”
She wanted his tanned skin against her pale white. Those fingers and palms back on the pearls he’d complimented moments before.
Her limited verbal plea worked because his palms brushed over both peaks. A moan escaped her and she cried, “Please.”
His head came low then, the visual blocked by his hair, but she felt everything. Hot mouth replacing skin, teeth grazing. The seconds dragged on with the administered torture and pleasure to not one, but both of her nipples. Then he whispered, “Do you want me to touch other places?”
She nodded, and a feral smile replaced his neutral expression.
Hot, callused skin connected with hers, sliding down her stomach, past her waist, and heading for the juncture between her thighs. More adventures led her to waxing earlier in the day, and she had a perfect landing strip, trimmed for this occasion. Not that she’d planned on this, but she’d hoped.
“I don’t normally do this.” One hand slipped between lace and flesh.
She shivered. “Then I’m the lucky one.”
A single digit glided over her clitoris and flicked the nub. Panting became her natural state like a dog, and she didn’t dare move for fear he’d stop. Another finger joined the fray, tracing the outside of her labia minora— holy hell! She’d reverted to high school biology terms. The slow movements, the careful exploration, made her crazy. The urge to scream, to cry out for penetration sat so close to the surface and the best way to stow the impulse involved reviewing what he did to her, how he did it.
Finally, he plunged both fingers inside at once and she let out a cry, some insane mewling noise. Her orgasm grew closer. Closer than she expected, but John had been right— delayed gratification increased the satisfaction.
He moved quickly, pumping in and out while tweaking her nipples. The pressure rose, a coiling sensation in her lower back and abdomen preceding the coming eruption, like a balloon ready to explode. She tugged at her bindings, straining against them and loving the burn, the pain they left while the peak rose higher.
As she crested, she called out “John!”
“No,” he said, his voice guttural and rough. “Call me Sig.”
Before she could ask what the hell? her release rushed forth, her legs jolting against the ties and moisture coating the fingers inside her. Eyesight blurred momentarily, the force stronger than ever before but all too soon reality came seeping back in. The name in her mind, the name she’d called, wasn’t real? “Who’s Sig?”
“I am.” He stared her straight in the eyes. The words were true and she felt exposed, manipulated, and embarrassed.
“Red.”

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Author Bio: 

Landra Graf has been crafting stories since the tender age of too-young-to-watch-rated-R. When she finally got old enough for adult material, she believed adult meant anything besides the smexy. Then she discovered erotic romance. Since then it’s been a journey down a rabbit hole. Landra writes BDSM erotic romance and historical erotic romance, among other less smexy offerings.

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