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Blurb
When financial executive Joanna Darrell loses her temper with a client it sets in motion a chain of erotic events beyond her wildest most fevered imaginings.
At work Joanna is feisty, capable and supremely confident in her abilities, but when she takes a forced sabbatical she quickly discovers a new and shocking side to her sensual nature. She's a sexual submissive, and who better to guide her, coax her and initiate her than the sybaritic members of the mysterious society of the Continuum. The more she samples, the more she likes, and she's soon hurtling headlong towards the very heart of this exotic association of hedonists and devotees of erotic power-play.
Fascinated by the idea that the Master of the Continuum has singled her out for his special attentions, Joanna still finds herself falling in love with her naughty 'boy next door' fellow worker, Kevin Steel - who might be a computer geek but who still finds time for sensual experiments of his own.
How far can Joanna go? How much will she learn? Who will she choose?
"Continuum is an intelligent, articulate foray into an erotic world lurking
just beneath our civilised society."
~ Ashley Lister, Erotica Readers and Writers Association
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Excerpt
Joanna and Kevin have a spiky relationship. Passion spirals as she describes a recent trip to Littlebourne, during which she was initiated into the mysteries of power exchange and games of erotic punishment...
'God, I wish I had gone with you now,' said Kevin after a moment, his own voice audibly affected. Out of the corner of her eye, Joanna saw that he too was moving slightly in his seat, and that his hand was on his thigh, near his crotch. She hoped earnestly that her neighbour wasn't watching.
'If you had gone to Littlebourne with me, we would probably have gone to a hotel. And then I wouldn't have met the Walkers.'
That was a point, thought Joanna suddenly. If Kevin had been there, Louise would most likely not have intercepted me. And what would have happened to my secret admirer's plans then?
So far, Joanna had not revealed that particular aspect of her trip to Kevin. It was too weird and unlikely seeming. He would probably laugh in her face at the idea of a covert society that changed the course of people's lives.
'That would have been a shame... I think.' He looked confused for a moment. 'What I mean was that it would have been a shame for you to miss something so wild and kinky... We could have had a good time, but different. Sort of...' He was still clearly uncomfortable, and Joanna could now see the major cause of that. He had an erection that was pushing hard beneath his jeans.
'Although, it would probably have come out later,' he went on, adjusting the way he was sitting yet again, 'This masochistic streak of yours, I mean...'
'Not necessarily,' demurred Joanna, trying not to look as if she were too obviously studying his crotch, but still seeing a vision of his penis bare and rampant, 'I might never have realised that people really do such things... I might never even have thought of it.' She felt sweat trickle down her back, beneath her T-shirt, and different moisture leak slowly between her legs. 'I needed a trigger, really... Someone to point me in the appropriate direction.'
'I wish you'd point me in the right direction,' said Kevin plaintively, glancing quickly at his groin, then looking up again to catch Joanna's eye. He shrugged and his grin widened, as if he were challenging her to ogle him blatantly.
Joanna gave a short, nervous laugh, then felt angry with herself. It was ridiculous. Why was she embarrassed? It wasn't as if she hadn't seen him naked before.
'Let's go to bed,' she said shortly, already on her feet and gathering up her papers. Giving herself no chance to change her mind, she began walking purposefully towards the back door of the building, not looking to see if Kevin was following. After about two seconds, she heard his footfalls just behind her.
Once they were through the lobby, and up the stairs and into her flat with the door closed behind them, her confidence failed. She hesitated, again not daring to look at Kevin, but this time he took the initiative. Removing the bundle of files from her arms, he dropped them on the settee, then took her face between his hands, and started kissing her roughly with his tongue deep in her mouth.
Joanna just let him devour her. She felt as if she were hanging from his hold, her body helpless against both his strength, and the power of her feelings. She wanted him to a degree that almost shocked her. Though she had experienced orgasms during her short stay with the Walkers, there had been no simple, straightforward penetration. No fucking. And she had missed it. Missed it while she had stood, exposed and burning, listening the Louise caterwauling with pleasure as her husband reamed her body on the sofa. Missed it as she had lain in her solitary bed each night, speculating and brooding, with only a discreetly loaned vibrator to ease her yearning. She moaned around Kevin's tongue as she thought of that, feeling her vagina flex and ache with yawning emptiness.
'Please...' she gasped as he released her, and his long, capable hands dropped to her breasts. He squeezed her quite forcibly, his fingers pressing into her resilient curves, examining her shape through the slight barrier of her T-shirt and her light silky bra. Her eyes were closed, but she sensed him watching her face. She wanted to touch him, but her arms seemed to have no life.
'Come on,' he said suddenly, letting her go and turning away from her. Numbly, she watched him walk across the room towards the hall; she felt bereft, her body abandoned, her will forgotten. When she followed him into the bedroom, he was already half-stripped, his trainers and socks, and his powder blue sweatshirt flung across the floor, his deft fingers working quickly on his zip.
The speed that things were happening was alarming, dizzying. Joanna reached for the hem of her T-shirt, then flinched when Kevin said, 'No! Wait! I want you to strip for me.' She hesitated, lost, while he climbed swiftly out of his jeans and shed his briefs. Granting her only the most fleeting view of his enormously erect cock, he flipped up the duvet, and then slid into her bed.
'OK,' he said, pulling the quilt over him, and lying back against the pillows.
Bastard! thought Joanna, feeling rage race through her as she came back to her senses. One minute he was gentle, almost sensitive, a friend who seemed to take her seriously; the next he was behaving like the most obnoxious kind of macho recidivist. Expecting her to perform for him, to obey his juvenile commands. And the worst thing about it was the way her body - against her will - was thoroughly roused by him.
Struggling for composure, she made her movements steady and measured. First she stepped out of her sandals, then she took hold of the hem of her T-shirt and drew it slowly over her head, very aware that the bra beneath it was soft and sheer, and showed her nipples.
She took a pause then, and drew in several deep breaths. Her breasts lifted as she inhaled, and she could almost feel the surge of approval this evoked in her watching lover. The awareness of his desire, and how such simple movements of hers could stoke it made something flip inside her. Her anger inverted suddenly, and she realised that she was as much in control of this situation as Kevin was. Against her own current inclinations, she was temporarily enslaved by him, but by the same token, he was a hopeless minion of his own consuming lust. They were a matched pair, and accepting that, she smiled.
'God, you're beautiful,' said Kevin, almost seeming to acknowledge this finely balanced arrangement. She could see that he had slid one hand beneath the cover of the duvet, and though there was no motion there, she knew he was holding his cock.
'You think so?' she answered, her spirit rising. Turning away for a moment, she let him watch her unclasp her bra, then lean forward cradling her own breasts. As the narrow straps slithered from her shoulders, she turned back towards him, holding the soft orbs of her own bosom in a cupping grip.
Enjoying herself now, she began squeezing and lifting, not handling her body as rudely as Kevin had, but still exerting an exciting degree of force. Not looking at him any more, she tipped her head back, and threw herself into her performance, relishing the way the pressure on her breasts send shivers of reciprocal sensation to her vulva. The way her sex-lips grew heavy with blood and her clitoris pulsed. Rolling her hips, she gasped with delight. In her belly, there was a delicious, dark drag as her sexual hunger massed.
'Let me see you, Joanna... Please!' entreated Kevin, an expression of strain on his face. The pendulum had swung the other way entirely.
After one last circling squeeze, Joanna let the bra drop away, exposing her breasts. Looking down at herself she saw that her nipples were tightly puckered, their colour deepened by arousal, and as ripe as firm as two berries. Breathing in, she found enjoyment in her own display.
'Joanna! Come here! Please!' cried Kevin, reaching out towards her.
'In a minute,' she murmured, unfastening her skirt in a leisurely fashion. 'I thought you wanted a slow strip.'
'I've changed my mind,' he answered quickly, making as if to climb out of bed and fetch her.
'Too bad. Stay right where you are... I won't be hurried.' Placing her hands flat on her hips, Joanna eased the skirt down slowly, inch by inch, allowing her panties to snake downwards with it. When her pubic curls came into view, she heard Kevin draw breath. Knowing it would drive him crazy, she rocked her pelvis to and fro, very slowly.
'Joanna!'
Allowing her skirt and underwear to drop to the carpet, Joanna stepped free of them, one pace towards Kevin. With her knees flexed, and her thighs slightly open, she slid her hand between her legs and touched her quim. When her finger found her clitoris, she sighed.
'Joanna!' Kevin repeated, throwing back the quilt, then reaching out towards her.
Still touching herself, Joanna met his gaze and held it. She felt a wild desire to tease him, to stroke herself where she stood, to slick her flesh to a tumultuous orgasm without him. But the sight of his handsome body was too tempting and far too much of what she wanted to resist. His prick was rigid; it seemed to call her; she had to have it. She gave him a narrow, warning smile then darted towards him.
As she reached the bed, Kevin tried to pull her down onto the mattress and roll on top of her, but somehow that wasn't what she wanted. Evading his grasp, she positioned her hand on his warm, muscular chest and pushed him down instead. When he was flat on his back, she slung her thigh across his lower torso, quickly reached between their bodies, and guided his penis into her entrance as she sank down on him.
Her impalement was almost instantaneous and quite complete. Kevin cried, 'Oh God!' and grabbed her hips for purchase; and as he held her, his fingers gouging, his hot flesh seemed to swell inside her channel.
I'm going to come, thought Joanna almost detachedly, her eyes closing. If I move, even in the slightest degree, it will happen. She felt like a soap bubble, a precarious sphere of swirling iridescence. One minute shift in position, one jot more pressure, and the surface equilibrium would shatter. Holding her breath, and with the cords in her stretched groin beginning to ache, she remained as still as a saint carved in stone.
'Did you do this with the Major?' enquired Kevin, his voice devilish, and as he jiggled his hips, Joanna opened her eyes. And climaxed.
© Portia Da Costa and Virgin Books 1996
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