The Book Whore-der's Delights: CLAIMED by Stacey Kennedy Blog tour- Review & Giveaway

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CLAIMED Book Blurb:
A novel of erotic discovery and forbidden desire that goes beyond Fifty Shades of Grey.
Presley Flynn is ripe to experience her secret fantasies… and Dmitri Pratt wants nothing more than to fulfill them. Once inside the elite Club Sin in Las Vegas, Presley is nervous but excited—and determined to surrender to her every desire. Dmitri is her Master, and his touch is like fire. With each careful, calculated caress, he unleashes her wildest inhibitions, giving her unimagined pleasure.
Presley is different than the other submissives Dmitri has mastered. The BDSM lifestyle is new to her, and so are the games they play at Club Sin. From the Start, Presley stirs emotions in Dmitri far beyond the raw purity between a Dom and the perfect sub. For the ecstasy they share goes beyond the dungeon, igniting a passion that claims the very depths of the heart.

CLAIMED is an erotic romance intended for mature audiences.

Today on The Book Whore-Der's Delights, we have Stacey Kennedy. She’s an urban fantasy lover at heart, but she also enjoys losing herself in dark and sensual worlds. She lives in southwestern Ontario with her husband, who gave her a happily-ever-after. Together, they have two small children who can always make her smile, and who will never be allowed to read Mommy’s books. If she's not plugging away at a new story, you'll find her camping, curling up with the latest flick, or obsessing over Sons of Anarchy, Supernatural, True Blood and Lost Girl.

In her newest release, CLAIMED, we are introduced to the owner of the exclusive BDSM dungeon, CLUB SIN, Dmitri and his new submissive, Presley. Today Dmitri is going to share a few sexy things you can do to tease your lover.
Take it away Dmitri!

For those of you who are brave enough, wear something sexy that you know your lover will enjoy. It doesn't have to be lingerie, though I'm sure your lover won't mind that either. I know for me, clothing that sets a mood is a real turn on.
Only a minute passed before Kyler returned to the office with a wide-eyed Presley trailing behind. She wore a short black skirt and high heels, giving her quite a bit of height. Her mauve silk top hung low in the front, appearing taped in place to show her cleavage but hide her nipples. Dmitri raised his finger and did a circular movement. She complied, slowly turning for him. He bit back a groan.
The back of her shirt was completely open, much like the front but wider. The sight of her soft skin, muscles around the spine, and lower two dimples evident above her ass hardened his cock so quickly that he sucked in a harsh breath.
Stepping behind her, he traced her spine with a feathery touch, purposefully pressing his erection against her bottom. “Do you doubt how pleased I am by your appearance tonight?”
“No,” she rasped.
Over Presley’s shoulder, Dmitri noticed Kyler’s wicked grin. Damn the fool, but the distraction worked, and he stepped away. This little beauty could—and did—test his control. The sexual draw to her was definitely the strongest he’d experienced in a long time. He knew himself well enough not to ignore the passion igniting between them. Chemistry in a D/s relationship made for amazing scenes.
“Turn around, doll,” he stated.

Be yourself. There's nothing sexier in the world than a woman who expresses how she feels. As a Dom, I'm drawn to the type of woman who shows her emotions on her face. What can I say? I enjoy expressive women--it makes for a fun evening.
Releasing his hold on her legs, he rested his forearms on his knees, studying her. While Cora had told him that Presley wasn’t a virgin, he hadn’t dug any deeper than that, because he liked to see things for himself. “Since you have a hard time talking about all of this, I’m assuming you have little experience when it comes to sex. How many lovers have you had?”
“One.”
Some of her innocence now made sense to him. She lacked experience in vanilla sex, too. Her purity intrigued him, and he rather liked the thought of removing that innocent edge from her. Having her look at him, somewhat intimidated but also with the heat she’d been offering him, was an appealing thought. “Did this man ever try bondage or spank you?”
“My ex-boyfriend, Steven—” She groaned. “He tied me to the headboard once and spanked me a couple times while we were having . . . sex.”
Dmitri fought his smile, since she had whispered sex. He wasn’t sure what amused him more: her pinkish cheeks or the slight horror in her eyes that she was discussing this with him. “Did you enjoy that?”
She gave a halfhearted shrug. “I liked the feeling of being restrained, but it was kind of . . .”
“Bland,” he offered.
She nodded. “It didn’t do what I thought it would. I know when I think about all that stuff, I get so hot.” Her eyes went huge, her mouth had clearly run away from her, and she slapped a hand over her lips.
Dmitri dug his fingernails into his palms to refrain from laughing. Her innocence was sweet. “Go on.”
She lowered her hand, giving him a shy smile. “Whenever my ex did that kind of stuff, it seemed like he did it wrong.” She exhaled, long and deep, the blush fading from her cheeks. “I was bored out of my mind.”
Bored because you need to be dominated.
Part of Dmitri wanted to touch her or say something erotically shocking to see those crimson cheeks again. But the subject matter was too important. “Did your ex-boyfriend ever try to boss you around in the bedroom?”
“A couple of times just for fun, like role-playing, but I couldn’t help laughing at him.” Her eyes twinkled and portrayed a playfulness he thought was about as sexy as her blushes. “He looked rather silly.”
“When I commanded you to kneel, how did you feel?” He deepened his voice, since he’d seen her heated reaction to his baritone. “Did you think I was silly?”
The twinkle he spotted faded to something naughtier, something he enjoyed increasing in those eyes. “No.”

Right to the heart of it, when a man cares for a woman he doesn't need anything more than her being herself, but men do enjoy visuals and we like to see our women is sexy outfits with that devilish look in their eyes. Though men also enjoy being wanted, just as much as women do. So, what do I think teases a man more than anything else? A woman on her knees, focused entirely on me, with the intent to please...
“Go and sit there while I shower.”
Not taking her eyes off him, she set her bottom down on the cold tile and watched as he shampooed his head, lathering all those muscles with soap. The man looked incredible out of water, but dripping wet . . . Her mouth went dry.
Her attention drifted lower. His erection looked sore, so tight the veins along the side bulged. It only increased her guilt. Steven had been led with his dick—an erection meant the need to come—and she appreciated Dmitri’s control.
He turned his back to her to wash his face and Presley noticed two thin long white marks on his back, and she wondered what had caused those scars. As he faced her again, her thoughts became only about this man.
He finished with a final scrub of his hair, put the showerhead back in its holder, and she got another view of his thick cock. She licked her lips, intrigued by what he’d taste like, how he’d feel in her mouth, and how he’d look lost in his own pleasure.
With his shoulders drenched by the water, causing droplets to run down his chest to his six-pack, he was enticingly gorgeous. Standing from her spot on the bench, she whispered, “Sir,” then she approached him.
She stared up into his face, and he arched a curious brow down at her. While at first she acted out of guilt, she realized that wasn’t her real motive. He looked uncomfortable. She didn’t like that. Yes, she was grateful for all he’d done for her, but her desire now was simply to have that beautiful cock in her mouth. She wanted to make him feel good, just as he’d made her feel good.
Trailing her hands over his thighs, she lowered to her knees, and the hard tiles were warm beneath her. She angled her head back, and sinful eyes peered down at her. “Sir, may I pleasure you?”