Are you excited? It’s almost here – The Seduction of Heidi, based on my book, Heidi and the Kaiser, starring Ryan Driller and Whitney Wright. The relationship between these two characters is breathtaking to behold. I’m a little in love with both of these two…
All excerpts are from Heidi and the Kaiser
“Tell me why I hired you.” He lifted her chin and forced her gaze to meet his. He was close, very close, and she was all too aware of his heat. It was hard to think, let alone speak, but she wanted, as ever, to please him.
“Because I’ll do anything.” She spoke the words in a near-whisper, ashamed of them, and herself. But she knew they were true, even as she hated herself for it.
“No.” Kaiser’s thumb moved along her jaw, over the swell of her lips. He seemed to be considering something as he rubbed her mouth and she felt desperate for him but didn’t dare ask for what she wanted. “Because you’re willing.”
“I lived on a farm when I was a child, you know.” Kaiser’s hand moved along the back of her sweater, over her spine. Heidi wanted to turn and look at him, her face showing her surprise, but she didn’t move. “Surprised? It was a long time ago. My father was a rancher. A real Texas rancher.” His voice dipped quickly into a rich Texan accent and Heidi blinked, shocked, but remained both unmoving and silent.
“We had horses. My father caught wild Mustangs, broke them and then sold them. Have you ever seen someone break a horse?” Kaiser’s voice had moved further away and she wanted to look, to see what the noise was, but she remained…
“No, sir,” she replied, realizing that he’d asked her a question.
“It’s brutal.” Kaiser was close again and took her hands in his, moving her skirt higher up over her hips so it would stay by itself. “Savage. Horses that have lived in the wild their whole lives know nothing of bits and bridles and saddles. My father called it ‘learnin.’ As in—’We’re learnin’ these here horses to be right.’ He was definitely no horse-whisperer.” The Texas accent was back, briefly, and Kaiser laughed, but it was a humorless thing, and Heidi found herself blinking back tears.
“Some horses break easy… Some don’t. When a horse has too much spirit, breaking it turns quite cruel. It’s a horrible struggle between human and beast.”
His cheek found hers, resting there as he spoke. She was transfixed, trembling beneath him.
“I don’t want a woman I have to break.” His voice was soft, urgent, and she wished she could see his face. “I want a woman who’s willing to bend.”
His words thrilled her even as he stood up and stepped back, bringing a hand down hard against the swell of her behind. She didn’t do it, but she wanted to arch her back like a cat, begging for more. This is what she wanted, had always wanted, would forever want.
He might have been right about breaking horses, she mused, biting her lip to keep from crying out as his hand came down again, but there was something she thought he didn’t know. That kind of surrender of the spirit required trust—a great deal of trust.
Perhaps some horses refused to submit because they were worldly cynics, too cautious and suspicious to give in. To them, man was just another dangerously cruel faction of an already dangerous universe. Those horses that were easier to break—she wondered if their spirits were just as strong as the others. Maybe even stronger.
Heidi closed her eyes and thought about horses, wild-eyed ones running free, and tame ones, sweet as the sugar-cubes they nuzzled from your hand. Were those captive horses broken, then? Was it so wrong to trust? To want someone to guide you, shape you, give you exactly what you needed?
A tame horse adored its master, and wanted nothing more than to please him. An obedient horse was loved—and it loved.
His punishment was the sweetest thing she’d ever known and she took it with a grateful sort of grace, her little body twisting, not sure if she was trying to wriggle away or arching to beg for more.
He was focused completely on the task at hand, warming her bottom to a steady, red heat and then, abruptly, he stopped, making her moan out loud.
Kaiser picked up the crop. “I will never force you, Heidi.”
She shivered as the leather end of the crop met her behind—just a tickle. Kaiser was stroking the reddened skin of her bottom with it.
“I don’t want to break you.” His words were hypnotic and she closed her eyes again in anticipation as he moved fully behind her. “I want to guide you…”
His voice was soft, almost a murmur, and she felt it like velvet over her burning skin. “Everything we do is a communication. Everything we say. Everything we don’t say.”
“This won’t ever be about violence.” The crop met her behind, quickly but without malice. She gasped, winced and spread her fingers again on the desk. She had curled them reflexively into fists at the tender, probing touch of the crop to her asshole. “It’s about control. I can’t allow the balance of power to be tipped. Someone must lead and someone must follow. I will lead.” Kaiser pressed against her from behind and she stifled a moan when she felt him, thick and hard through his trousers. “You will follow.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You’d snap like a twig,” he whispered into her ear, holding her writhing body still with his. “But I don’t want to break you.”
“You want me to bend,” Heidi agreed, molding herself to him like liquid, tilting her head back so she could see his face, meet his eyes.
He held her still until she finally submitted to his will, relaxing against him, sighing deeply as he cradled her in his arms. If someone had told her a month ago that she would be sitting in Warren Kaiser’s lap, in Warren Kaiser’s office, after having been spanked by that same man, she would have told them they were a few stitches short of a seam, but here she was.
Here she was. And there was nowhere else she would rather be.