Services to Sisterhood, 1
Loosen up and awake your inner Sex Goddess...call it services to sisterhood.
The mere thought of an all-expenses paid trip to a tropical island of sexual abandonment makes straight-laced school teacher Astrid break out in a heat rash. What fantasy is she supposed to live out, exactly? You kinda need to have them to re-enact them, right? However, she can’t really turn down a birthday present, even if her outrageous best friend would let her.
Everything changes when she wakes up in her very own Arabian Fantasy. Prince Rashid expects her complete obedience, and Astrid can’t help but respond to the demands of the enigmatic Sheikh. Maybe it’s just the ambiance of this place but Astrid finds new strength in her submission, and the sex is out of this world.
What happens, however, when reality beckons? Can she hold onto the fantasy?
Be Warned: BDSM, f/f interaction, anal play, rimming, spanking
“Naughty girls need to be punished.”
Punished? What on earth did he mean? Before she could question him he spun her around in his arms. One hand pinched her nipple hard. The pain was more arousing than she would have thought possible, and his other hand fisted in her hair and yanked her head up. He pinched her again, harder this time. The desire she saw in his dark eyes as he assessed her reaction made the pain spiral down towards her pussy.
“Stop, you’re hurting me!” Is that breathy denial really my voice? Her heart turned into a jackhammer as she waited for his next move, and arousal warred with fear.
He tugged her closer into his solid wall of muscle. A small smile played on his lips at her sharp intake of breath when the move brought her clit in direct contact with the broad tip of his cock. It nudged at her through the thin fabric of both their clothing.
“You don’t want me to stop.”
The growl in her ear, combined with another sharp pinch to her other nipple sent her breathing into erratic overdrive as one large hand cupped her wet folds. Heaven help her, a stab of pure lust made her knees tremble. His low chuckle had to be the sexiest sound she’d ever heard. His stubble grazed her neck as he suckled on her skin and sank his teeth into her flesh at just the right side of pleasuring pain.
He took her moan into his mouth, and his tongue dueled with hers, before he nipped at her bottom lip hard enough for her to taste her own blood. Startled, she tried to pull away from him. His iron grip wouldn’t let her, however, and his predatory smile held her captive. “I can smell your pussy, and I’m going to taste you until you scream for my cock to fill you, deep and hard, right here.”
Astrid gasped at the sudden rip of her dress, and cool air hit her naked flesh. Rashid thrust one finger into her juices before inserting that digit right into her anus, pulling her closer still. The shock of the unexpected invasion made her sink her teeth into her lips to stop herself from moaning. “No, please, Rashid.”
Another finger thrust deep, and lifted her up on her tiptoes until her hands had to grab his shoulders for support.
“That’s no, my lord.”
At the shake of her head, a third finger stretched her further, and she couldn’t help the startled sob he caught in his mouth in a bruising kiss.
“Yield to me, my bad, bad girl, or your punishment will be worse.”
Oh. My. God. He couldn’t mean that, surely. But what did she know about this dark stranger? Nothing but her body’s complete arousal in his presence. Even now, hovering between the pain and pleasure his relentless fingers up her ass were giving her, she wanted his cock inside her so badly she could scream. What is wrong with me?
His gaze locked with hers, his breathing harsh, his pupils so dilated his eyes were almost black. He pushed deeper into her, the pain bringing tears to her eyes as he almost lifted her off the floor entirely. “Yield to me, my pretty, now! Trust me.”
Astrid couldn’t resist. Something in that dark gaze pulled her right into his barely controlled power. “Yes, my lord.”
The brilliant smile took her breath away, and she winced as his fingers slowly and carefully withdrew.
“Good girl. Now shut your eyes.”
“Why?” She couldn’t help but utter the question, even though her insides churned at the thought of his displeasure.
Sure enough, he growled in answer, the sound so low and animalistic that every feminine cell in her body just melted, until she had to fight the urge to sink to her knees in front of him. He raised his eyebrows, moved to stand behind her, and then slapped her ass hard enough to make her gasp. Gooseflesh broke out over her exposed skin when he tugged her head back on his shoulder and she saw his sinful grin. Astrid’s breath stalled in her lungs at the first of several more openhanded swats to her behind. They left her butt on fire. Heat traveled over her skin and sent her arousal up another notch. Surely being spanked like this should not turn her on even more, and make her wish he would bend her over his knee and do the job properly? By the time he’d delivered that last stinging swat, she gasped her answer.
“Yes, my lord.”
“That’s better, my pretty.” She could hear the smile in his voice and feel it in the butterfly kisses on her shoulder blades as he circled her. The swish of cool silk over her sensitive tummy made her pull in the muscles there in anticipation. The silk moved higher, a bare whisper across her engorged breasts, before it settled over her eyes. His warm hand grasped hers and lifted her arm high as another slow, tantalizing swish of silk slid up her body before he tied it around her wrist, and secured her arm high above her head. The tickle of yet more silk started on the inside of her thigh this time, and brushed across her clit repeatedly. It caused more of her juices to moisten her already wet pussy lips, and beads of perspiration broke out on her skin. Astrid could smell her own arousal in the air, mixed with the unique scent of the man breathing into her ear. His sharp intake of breath told her he was as affected as she was. The whispered Arabic words breathed against her flesh sent shivers of awareness down her spine. Rashid lifted her other arm so high, she had to once again stand on tiptoes.
Posted by Nicole on 13th Aug 2015
Astrid is on her way to becoming the spinster with a room full of cats. Her best friend sees this and decides that Astrid needs to go to an island where all your fantasies come true.
After arriving on the island she finds herself transformed and living the Arabian Nights fantasy she didn’t even know she had.
Prince Rashid demands obedience and Astrid takes to it immediately. He couldn’t ask for anything better.
When Astrid’s trip ends and she goes back to her normal life she is reminded of what she left on that island. Her fantasy and her love for her Sheikh. Will she ever be able to move on from that or will she find what she really wants and needs right in front of her.
This was a short read that had many steamy scenes. Doris is an incredible writer to be able to make you feel you are right there with the two main characters.
Posted by Robin on 13th Dec 2014
I’ve become a big fan of Evernight Publishing’s Romance on the Go Series. I was already a fan of Doris O’Connor’s writing so when I found out that Ms. O’Connor had written a story for the series, I just knew that I had to read it. I am so glad that I read Awoken by the Sheikh because it more than lived up to all of my expectations.
For those who don’t know, books in the Romance on the Go series are very short. They are designed to be stories that you read when you have only a little bit of time and need a quick fix of romance. Awoken by the Sheikh is only 45 pages long, perfect for a quick read. Now 45 pages don’t give an author a lot of time to establish much character development, but Ms. O’Connor was able to create a heroine that I could completely connect with.
Astrid is a school-teacher whose love life has gotten a bit boring. Her friend gives her an all-expense paid vacation to a tropical island where Astrid is able to live out her Arabian fantasy. Who doesn’t want to wake up and discover that a hot, sexy prince has chosen you to be his lover?
Sounds perfect, but I did have one problem with the story though. I grabbed Awoken by the Sheikh to read right before bedtime figuring that the short story was perfect to relax me before sleeping. Instead of relaxing me though, the story revved up my engines and got my blood pumping. That’s because this story was off-the-charts hot! I’m surprised my e-reader did not burst into flames. Ms. O’Connor writes with so much amazing description that it is easy to put yourself in the heroine’s shoes, or in this case, sheets. It’s like foreplay for your imagination.
If you’re looking for something quick and easy to read, you definitely want to grab Awoken by the Sheikh. Just make sure that you’re alone so that you can moan out loud.