Black & White Desires By Alexandra Webb
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***WARNING THIS IS A EROTICA FEATURING ADULT CONTENT THIS IS INTENDED FOR 18+ PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK***
Erika’s world is turned upside down when she agrees to a photography job for Landon, a sexy archaeologist with a passion for control. When he hires her for a shoot of a different nature, a BDSM demonstration on submission, Landon takes her into a lifestyle that has only been a curiosity for her. She must learn to let go of her control to follow her desire to submit. Can Erika come to terms with what she needs from Landon and learn to give up the control she clings to?
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When I first set out to write Black and White it was a joke, a simple let’s see if I can do this, and then it turned into my SPE project. Something happened that I didn't expect: I feel in love with the characters. I never really expected it to go far, but then because of contract reasons I had to send it to my publisher before I could do anything else with it. They accepted it, but because of issues with their time management and how they treat their staff and authors, I requested my rights back. They were granted back to me and I quickly went to get it out to the public. Luckily for me, I had a great group of people behind me to help me make it happen.
Now, before you tell me that I want to be the next E.L. James. I never dreamt I’d be writing erotic romance, never mind BDSM erotic romance. It’s just something that happened. My husband and I have been in the life style for close to five or six years now. It’s something that is near and dear to my heart. That being said, just a couple notes about Black and White: It’s fiction, a BDSM relationship does not develop over a few nights or a few weeks, that’s what makes this fiction and fantasy; I've strived to stay true to the life style that I love so much, but I write fiction not self-help books. Please if you’re interested in the BDSM lifestyle, do your research, talk to someone who lives it, and no matter what stay safe. If you’re not interested in the lifestyle, please do not be so quick to judge.
Alexandra lives in her office, where the coffee never runs out, the music plays and the chocolate magically appears. She adores reading, crafting and sleep. She often gets lost in her own world of writing. Spinning tales since she could speak, she knew she wanted to be an author in high school and she chased the dream everyone told her was ridiculous. Her preferred genre is paranormal romance with a flare for things a little less vanilla. Alexandra takes gifts of caffeine, candy and other sweets.
The leather covered stand was a rectangle on four feet and hit me a little below my waist. I nodded and bent over it, the edge hit right at my waist as I bet over my breasts hung off the other side. Exposed and vulnerable, my panic started to bubble in me. I started to get up, and he put a hand on my back. "Relax, remember your safe words."
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. "Green." I wouldn't let nervousness of something new take this experience from me. None of my ex’s could figure out what I needed in bed. At least Landon was willing to try something different.
He kicked my feet apart, forcing me into a less comfortable stance and exposing my wet core. I shivered, as the cold air seemed to touch me places it shouldn't have been able too. "Stay there. Don't move." He purred, and his footsteps grew soft as he moved away from me. A clicking sound grew in the room and I tried to turn my head to see what he was getting out of the chest.
"Uh uh, I said not to move."
I took a deep breath as my body clenched and the wetness dripped down my leg. The anticipation curled in me as my mind entertained ideas of what he could be plotting. When he returned something soft wrapped around my wrists and then my ankles. The four faint clicking sounds told me I was being restrained to the legs of the horse.
His hands brushed over my back. “How we doing, pet?"
"I'm good, I mean Green."
He chuckled and disappeared for another moment. I couldn’t help but pull on the restraints, testing them to see if they really held me in place. They bit into my skin the harder I pulled and the pressure of trying to rise up off the horse only pushed the wood into my hips.
There was a faint swooshing in the air and I mentally cursed as excitement filled me. I tried to reason with my brain, but I lost the battle. Something smacked my bottom and caused me to cry out. Whatever he had hit me with left a faint stinging on my ass, but I craved more. The craving made no sense, but as the pain faded, I found myself wiggling my ass for more.
"Very good." He praised and repeated the motion. This time my cry wasn't as loud, the third time I made more of a mewling noise as pain gave way to pleasure. He put the item down and his soft hand made loving circles on my ass over the stinging marks. I took shaking breaths as he soothed my sores. "You handled that well, but I think my little pet started to enjoy that." His hand slid between my legs, testing the wetness there. "Yes, yes you did." He slipped two fingers inside me, pressing against my sweet spot.
A thrill went through my body and a moan escaped from my mouth. His fingers stroked that delicious spot and pleasure started to build deep in the pit of my stomach. I let out a small noise of protest when he pulled his fingers out, leaving my core aching for more.
"You're very responsive, I like that, it makes things more fun." He lifted my hair and kissed the back of my neck. I tried to fight the shiver crawling down my back when his lips brushed against my skin, but it won out when the sound of his zipper echoed through the quiet room.
Never had sex come up so quickly in a relationship before, but I craved what he was willing to give me. I couldn't explain it, but I wanted to sleep with him...no, I wanted him to fuck me. I needed for him to use my body for his pleasure. My body and mind were too overwhelmed by the sensations to make any sense out of it. As if reading my thoughts he slammed into me, and I groaned as my muscles contracted around his large size, the head of his length rubbing against my sweet spot of surrender. His fingers found my clitoris and started to stroke in the same rhythm he pounded into me with.
Then it started to happen, my mind became fuzzy as I reached a point where I didn't care if I could move, or about the pain of the horse biting into my hips. All I cared about was the pleasure flowing through me at every touch he gave me. The thrusts changed between pleasure and a touch too rough, pressing me harder against the device, with my braid still wrapped around his wrist pain threaded through my body, but it only added to the pleasure. My toes started to curl as my muscles tensed. The pleasure built in my stomach, curling into a ball, waiting to explode. He flicked my delicate bud and tension in me became painful until a delicious tingling exploded through my body, each of my muscles relaxing as my core clenched and tightened around his cock. With a final thrust his seed shot into my quivering body.
My vision seemed to fade as I continued to buck against the horse, riding out the pleasure. The smell of sex tainted the air and clung to my lungs as I tried to relearn how to breathe. My body slouched and relaxed against the furniture, welcoming the cool leather against my scorching skin. I no longer fought the restraints. Landon pulled out of me and moved to my front so I could see his spent cock. He ran a hand over my head and the motions calmed and soothed me. Disappearing from my view he started to unlatch my limbs, leaving the cuffs on my wrists. I stayed there and rolled my eyes up at him when he returned.
My limbs felt heavy and my mind still foggy from the insane orgasm he’d just given me. I could feel the soreness started to settle in. "I don't think I can move yet."
Today's Interview will be With Erika Witman. Let's see what she has to say!
What is your name?
Do you have a nickname?
Not really, Sir calls me Pet a lot.
What is your hair color?
What is your eye color?
Brown, sometimes they look hazel
How old are you?
Where were you born?
Where have you lived since then?
No where, never left.
Where do you currently call home?
What is in your refrigerator right now?
The left overs from the meals Sir has made me learn how to make. I’m getting better at this cooking thing.
What is on your bedroom floor?
Nothing, I keep it clean, even from laundry. Sir likes a clean house.
What is on your nightstand?
Books on photography and Photoshop, I’m going to get the hang of this digital stuff eventually.
What is in your garbage can?
Paper plates, trash from cooking dinner last night, and well the packaging from new room.
Who are the people you are closest to?
Jessica and of course Sir. I’m becoming close friends with Beau and Sheila
Who is your funniest friend?
Without a doubt, Jessica. The woman can make me laugh so hard I cry and her humor is always timed right.
What is your biggest fear?
Being sought after by a crazy person again
What is your most treasured possession?
My most reassured possession was my dad’s camera, sadly I no longer have it. Nothing has replaced it.
What or who is the greatest love of your life?
What is your favorite journey?
This journey I’m on now, discovering my submission and what makes me tick.
Which living person do you most despise?
Geoffrey. Who the hell stalks someone…crazy bastard.
What is your greatest regret?
Currently? Going out without asking Landon, that led to a world of trouble.
Which talent would you most like to have?
The ease of which some people have for Photoshop.
What is the quality you most like in a man/woman?
The ability to be open and honest. Trust and communication are the two things I must have in partner.
What do you most value in your friends?
Loyalty and being there through thick and thin.
Who is your favorite hero of fiction or In real life?
Chuck is my hero of fiction. In real life, the people who deal with tragedy over and over and never blinking an eye.
Which living person do you most admire?
Those who fight for the lifestyle and are passionate about it.
Which words or phrases do you most overuse?
Does Sir count? If not it’s “I’m fine.”
What is your motto?
A picture is worth a thousand words…cliché I know.
Erika, Thank you for taking the time to answer some of these questions for us. I would like to wish you good luck on you journey.
Now we Have Alexandra Webb here today to kinda tell us how Black & White Desires Became. Let's Welcome her and see what she has to say!
”What would you like to tell everyone about you that they wouldn't already know from reading your books?”
I actually took photography in high school because it had been my mom’s passion. Needless to say I didn't have her talent.
Can you tell us your latest news?
I’ve completed my next BDSM Novel Exclusively Yours and hope to have a release date. I’m also looking at releasing Caught and Bound on it’s own here in the near future.
What inspired you to write your first book?
As Alexandra Webb, my first book actually was Black and White (even though Twisted Redemption came out first). It started out as a joke and a NaNoWriMo project. The joke was with my husband “You can totally write something better than that.” (I’ll keep from naming titles) And I snorted and said, Yeah…and that’s what I set out to do. I did it for the Self Publishing Experiment, but things got haywire. Though through everything, I fell in love with it and strived to make it the best I could before I hit the publish button.
Do you have a specific writing style?
Not really. I try to bring in similar themes, bondage, suspense of some sort, but there’s no true style. Sometimes it’s 3rd person sometimes it’s 1st person. Sometimes it’s long, sometimes short. It’s all sexy though!
How did you come up with the title?
The original title was In Black and White and it was actually an editor with a publishing company that urged me to change it to something sexier. I decided I liked it so much I’d keep it when I left the company.
“What do you want your readers to get out of your novels?”
I want my readers to get the escape they crave when they come for BDSM books, but I also want them to get a sense of how a true BDSM relationship works. I know it’s fiction, but I still strive to be as accurate to the lifestyle as I can.
“Is the book mostly fantasy or do you think these situations could actually happen?”
Now I love music just as much as reading, I normally listen to music while I am reading. Do you think that you characters have theme songs? What would they be?
“Are the experiences fact based or from your imagination?”
A little bit of both. I draw from experiences and research and take it from there. I’ll let you figure out what I have experiences with ;)
If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your latest book?
Nope! I’m so totally in love with Erika and Landon that I wouldn’t change a thing about them.
Can you share a little of your current work with us? Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?
My current work, Exclusively Yours, is a story about a woman who had a terrifying experience in the past and it comes back to challenge her current life. It takes place in a club with a sexy detective trying to get to the bottom of some gruesome murders. The challenge for this book was that Leslie at some points is with multiple partners…this isn’t something I have experience with!
Who designed the covers?
I did! With input from people I trusted. Fun fact: It’s my picture on the cover, because it was the only picture that the people agreed on, none of the stock photos were working.
What was the hardest part of writing your book?
Honestly? The sex scenes. Black and White is written in first person and BDSM sex is not only about the motions of going through sex, but the emotions of the characters. Getting into her head was very emotional.
Do you have any advice for other writers?
Don’t listen to the naysayers. Keep going.
I just want to say thank you so much for taking the time to answer these for my readers and I. I look forward to seeing more work from you in the future.