Hot in Handcuffs Blog Hop begins Wednesday!

Hi, Friends! Nona Raines here. I'm so happy to be participating in my very first blog hop—and what a theme! Hot in Handcuffs. I think it's very fitting, considering my recent BDSM romance Uncollared has a very HOT handcuff scene, which I'll share with you in a moment.

But first, a little about the story:

Submissive Mia Manetti is devastated when her first Master uncollars her just as she was hoping for a permanent relationship with him. Trying to move on, she agrees to sub for a powerful and sexy new Dom.

Chess Ryan has wanted Mia from the first moment he saw her at Club Restraint, but it was always "hands off" because she belonged to his friend Philip. Now, thanks to that friend's maneuvers, Mia is finally his. But only for a little while.

Mia finds it increasingly difficult to keep her feelings in check as she experiences erotic delights with Master Chess, sensual and sexual fantasies that she's never known before. Is she setting herself up for another heart ache?

Guilt, secrets and misplaced pride all keep Chess and Mia from being completely honest with each other. As they connect sexually and emotionally, they realize their relationship has grown too serious to be called "play". How far are they willing to go as Master and slave?

                                          

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I promised you a sexy scene, and baby, here it is! This comes a few days after Chess and Mia have caught a showing of the movie Laura on television:

The door led to the private rooms upstairs. Mia’s heart banged as she pulled it open.

A large suited figure stood at the top of the stairs. Chess.

He wore a brown suit and tie, a white shirt, and a trench coat. On his head sat a fedora, a type of hat that she’d seen actors wear in old black-and-white films.

“Miss Manetti?”

Mia nodded, wondering what was going on. “Yes.”

“This way, ma’am.”

She climbed the stairs, and he ushered her into a sparsely furnished room. There stood a large desk with a chair facing it. Mia felt so disoriented that she didn’t even hear what Chess said. She blinked. “Excuse me?”

He pulled a wallet from his suit coat, flipped it open momentarily, and slipped it back in his pocket before she had a chance to look at it. “Frank Ryan, ma’am, police department. I’m going to have to ask you some questions.”

“Questions?” Her brain had a hard time catching up. “I don’t—”

“First of all, ma’am, are you carrying any kind of weapons on your person?”

“Weapons? Of course not—”

“Then you won’t mind if I just check to make sure. Face the wall, please.” He spun her toward the wall, positioning her hands flat against the surface, fingers splayed. Suddenly her confusion vanished, replaced by raw lust as she became firmly entrenched in the scene.

“Assume the position, please.” He snugged up behind her, bumping her ass with his hip as he nudged her feet farther apart, widening her stance. His breath burned her ear as he whispered, “You do know the position, don’t you?”

Air hissed from Mia’s lungs, flames of need licking over her body. Her breasts grew heavy; her pussy ached. She flicked out her tongue to moisten her dry lips. “Yes, Officer.”

“All right.” His big hands moved down her arms, and heat lingered everywhere he touched. He moved from her ribs to her waist and hips. She bit her lip and almost cried when he bypassed her breasts. They needed his touch so badly.

It was surprisingly easy to get into her role, but not nearly so easy to withstand the power of his touch. Her voice shook as he went down on one knee to pat down her legs. “Please, Officer…can’t you tell me what this is about?”

“We believe you’ve been withholding important information.” His voice was uninflected, matter-of-fact. Just the facts, ma’am.

She pressed her forehead to the wall, needing that solid surface to steady her. “What kind of information?”

“That’s classified.”

Classified? Was he the police or the CIA? Mia couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped her. He’d seen too many thrillers and was mixing his metaphors, so to speak.

His hands stilled on her calves. “I wouldn’t laugh if I was in your shoes, ma’am. You’re in some serious trouble. Very serious.”

His tone of warning made her melt. So did the hands creeping higher and higher under her skirt. She went still, holding her breath as his fingers skimmed the tender junction of her thighs. If he’d only move his hand one inch, just one little inch…

She almost moaned in disappointment as he got to his feet. “No hidden weapons. Hands behind your back now.”

Mia hesitated, not sure she heard him right. He gripped her wrists and moved them where he wanted them. “Behind. Your. Back.”

Holding both her wrists in one hand, Chess removed something from his jacket pocket, and a moment later Mia heard a click. Her hands were held fast. Handcuffs?

A fine mist of perspiration formed on her upper lip.

He grasped her arm and guided her to the wooden, straight-backed chair. “Sit.”

He shrugged out of the long coat and laid it and the hat on top of the desk. His dark blond hair lay slicked back the way Dana Andrews’s had been in the movie. He rested his ass on the corner of the desk and let go the weary sigh of a detective working too many hours on a case going nowhere.

“Now, like I said, lady. You’re hiding information, and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to get what I need.” A shiver ran through Mia. Whatever it takes. “So let’s just stop playing games.”

She shifted on the hard wooden seat with her hands cuffed at the small of her back, the hard metal circling her wrists. The cuffs weren’t comfortable, but neither did they hurt. They only made her aware that she was at his mercy, completely under his control.

I sure hope you enjoyed that little tidbit from Uncollared! Now, for a chance to win the prize I'm offering, all I'm asking is you do ONE thing to show a little love. You can:

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THEN just leave a comment below answering this question: if you could re-enact a sexy or romantic scene from any movie, what would it be? Please remember to leave your email address so I can get hold of you if you win! The winner will be selected randomly.

Each of us in the HIH Hop is offering a prize, so make sure you check out the other sites in the link below.  There are lots of treats in store! The hop begins at 12:01 am October 10 and ends 11:59 pm October 15, so don't procrastinate!

Thanks for stopping by and enjoy the rest of the Hot in Handcuffs Blog Hop! You can find the other bloggers here.

Have a Happy Hop,

Nona Raines

Hot Contemporary Romance

Edgy ~ Emotional ~ Erotic

www.nonaraines.com

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