About The Author.Scarlett Flame
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I am passionate about writing, and write about passion. I am a qualified Children's Nurse, and have a degree and Pg Dip (Masters qualification), so probably not someone you would expect to write erotica. Although born in Salford I reside in Manchester, England. Although I gave up nursing in October 2014 in order to concentrate fully on writing. Love to read and write, but only started writing seriously in 2012. Music is important to me and this is why you are likely to find me attending gigs, and enjoying the Indie bands that abound in Manchester.
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Other Books By Scarlett Flame
Bound For Passion
Erotic love stories
by
Scarlett Flame
Copyright © 2013 Scarlett Flame
When Vivienne sits inconsolable in the hospital chapel, the last encounter she expects is a fervent entanglement with an otherworldly being, as passions increase she learns for the first time in her life the true meaning of out of this world. In the second, Sarah meets a new lover after telling him all her intimate fantasies in an internet chat room. And, the final story concerns the journey a young woman takes, as a Dominant offers to show her the ropes, in exchange for her submission via BDSM. Individually these stories are hot, but together they are sizzlingThe Visit
Excerpt
We had met on the internet. You know, in a chat room, and arranged to meet up.
The plane had just landed and I was extremely nervous, but excited. The things we had discussed online had made my heart race, so many fantasies that we had both had. Now that we were meeting up, maybe, hopefully, some of those fantasies would be fulfilled.
I stood waiting at the luggage carousel until I spotted my suitcase. The red satin ribbon I’d tied on the handle now seemed like a little flag.
I’d dressed in a slim fitting black pencil skirt, scarlet top and scarlet suede high heel shoes. My underwear was especially chosen with him in mind. A black lacy bra, a new black lacy thong, finished off with stockings and suspenders. A short black leather jacket over the top created the look.
Even when I’d retrieved my case, I loitered a few minutes longer by the carousel, wondering what would happen when we met. Would I even recognise him? We had seen pictures of each other, and he’d heard my voice. I knew he was over six foot tall, and he knew I was a little over five foot five inches, so he would be taller than me.
My hands were sweating a little now, and my legs were shaking too. Would I be able to go through with this? Would he? I nipped to the toilets, my nervousness making me need a pee. I brushed my hair and reapplied my make up, staring at my reflection.
I left the toilets, making my way slowly through the double doors in to the airport foyer, with my eyes firmly trained on my feet, worrying that I might trip, or fall, or do something stupid. Suddenly, I felt his gaze, and I just knew it was him. When I raised my head, and our eyes met, I spotted him straight away. There he was. Tall, dark, and handsome, and headed my way. It might have been cliché, but it was true, and he was mine, for the entire weekend.
My throat hurt now, and my heart stuttered in my chest. I stood stock still. As if my feet were suddenly encased in concrete, I couldn't move. He didn't falter, but instead gathered me up in his arms, then he was kissing me. A long, lingering kiss. The sort of kiss you never want to end. I dropped my bag and let go of my suitcase, oblivious to any one who may have been watching.
When he began to speak I detected the amazing Irish lilt I knew he would have and I just melted, well it felt that way to me. He picked up my suitcase and took my hand saying "I'm so glad you are here. My friend is going to drop us off at the hotel we are staying at. Come on, I can't wait for us to be alone."
We left the airport hand in hand and walked to the short stay car park. I could see a little white fiesta with a blonde haired guy in the driver’s seat. Paul waved, and the guy got out and opened the boot. Paul put my suitcase in, next to a large holdall, and we both climbed in to the back of the car.
We sat there, not speaking, just holding hands, staring out of the window. The town was lovely and quaint, with the houses painted all different colours, but my eyes kept drifting back to Paul. He began to speak immediately, "We're almost there now. This is Michael, by the way. We're meeting up with him and a few other friends later on tonight." Michael glanced over his shoulder at me and added "Hi, nice to meet you" Paul inched a little closer, our thighs touching now. I could feel the heat of his body through his jeans.
Michael pulled the car up to the front of a fairly nondescript hotel, called The Mermaid. Paul and I got out, he retrieved the suitcase and holdall, and we said our goodbyes to Michael.
As we walked in to the hotel, I began to think about the first fantasy we had discussed and could feel my face begin to flush. We approached the front desk and signed in, picking up our keys in the process. The Concierge enquired whether we needed some one to show us to our room. Paul replied, "No, thanks, we can manage," and we headed toward the lifts, opposite the desk. When he turned to me, his smile was more of a grin. "You ready to take the lift, Sarah?"
I gulped, and nodded. My mouth was too dry to speak now, as if it was full of sand. We got into the lift, and the doors closed with a whoosh.
Immediately Paul had me pinned against the side wall of the lift, indicating over his shoulder to the camera blinking in the corner. "You remember what we discussed?" Before I could respond he leaned in to me, kissing me deeply, ferociously. His hands wandered down toward the hem of my skirt and continued their journey up the inside of my thigh.
By now my new thong was wet, as I remembered exactly what our "discussion" had been about. Discussion about a fantasy involving a lift, and what we would do there. With his free hand he pressed the "stop" button for the lift. Reaching his fingers into either side of my panties, he eased them slowly down, until he was knelt at my feet, and I was able to step out of them. He brought them up to his nose, sniffed deeply, and slipped them in to his jeans pocket, all the time making sure that the camera was recording everything. I was aroused, and embarrassed at the same time. Once again his hands travelled up the inside of my thigh. This time he inserted two fingers and gasped. "So wet, I knew you would love this. Just wait till we get to the room. I will rock your world."
A Valentine's Bind
(Manchester Dominants and submissives)
A novella
By
Scarlett Flame
Copyright © 2016
When University student Nicky Johnson decides to make an impromptu visit to a BDSM club with friends she get more than she bargained for.
The alcohol fuelled evening finds her asleep on her sofa the next day, suffering from memory loss.
But who brought her home?
Dominant Dariel Pearson shows her that spanking and submission can be empowering.
Will this be a life changing experience for Nicky?
This New Adult contemporary romance is a steamy,sexy tale of love, dominance and submission.
Excerpt
Nicky
I woke up slowly. Opening first one eye then the other tentatively. My head banging and my mouth felt like the bottom of a parrot cage. The need for food immediate and overpowering. The mantra in my head repeating over and over. I am never drinking red wine again. I am never drinking red wine again. Then, I spotted the open packets and containers of food spread across the coffee table in the living room. No wonder my neck hurt so much. Falling asleep on the sofa with my head at an unnatural angle will do that to a person.
With a selection of leftovers heated up I began munching aimlessly. Trying to remember how I got home the previous evening. And, the twenty dollar question was “Who with?” I could hear someone coming through my front door with a key. But, I
lived alone, and no one else had keys to my flat. Not even my family.
I turned to look as the handle started to twisted, panicking as the door pushed open and in stepped a stunning man with dark brown hair. He was wearing, what looked to me like a Saville Row suit. His steely blue gaze connecting with my own slightly bloodshot pale blue eyes.
Oh. Finally awake are we?” he remarked in a clipped accent as he walked in shutting the door carefully behind him.
I attempted to swallow the mouthful of curry I was in the middle of chewing and began to cough violently. It had gone down the wrong hole and I was turning an unattractive blue hue.
Reacting quickly he shot over and banged me on the back sharply three times dislodging the errant bit of curry. Which promptly shot out of my mouth, landing on the rug. Oh. My God. How embarrassing I didn't have a clue who he was and this is how he gets his first glimpse of me. Eating warmed up curry. Looking like I had been dragged backwards through a hedge. Except, apparently this wasn't our first meeting at all. He had a key to my flat and seemed to know his way around.
What on earth went on last night?
Grabbing some tissues I cleaned up the mess on the rug and guiltily started to tidy up the living area. He grabbed my arm firmly, turned me to face him and commanded.
“Stop that right now. We need to talk. Sit down there.”
He pointed to the sofa and I felt an overwhelming compulsion to follow his orders.
“Right. Tell me what you remember from last night. The truth mind you. I won't be lied to.”
I opened my mouth, then closed it again. This happened a few times as I had no idea what did happen, how he came to have a key or even how I got home.
“Enough of that now. You look like a demented goldfish, opening and closing your mouth like that. So. I assume from your body language and failure to respond that you haven't a clue who I am. No idea what I am doing here or even aware of the fact I had to escort you home.”
I nodded and shrugged. Not trusting myself to talk without making the situation worse. So. The “who” I came home with was revealed.
“Well then. Perhaps introductions are in order. For starters I know a little about you already. Your name is Nicola Johnson, or Nicky to your friends. You are a student at Salford University studying sociology, who works in a bar in town part-time. Your parents live in Spain having retired recently. Are you sure you can't remember anything about yesterday evening?” He Quizzed. A stern look on his face.
I stared at him and tried my absolute best to remember something, anything. He did look familiar but I couldn't even remember his name, where we had met or what had led to us coming home together. He wasn't even my type, which was the big shocker. He looked way to sophisticated for a piss poor student like me to snaffle.
“Well...I remember your face. But, other than that it is hazy. I must have drunk way too much red wine last night to blank out the entire evening like this.” I replied.
“Oh, petal I think the shots might have something to do with the memory loss. That, and the spliff I found you sharing with the guys that wanted to take you home with them. For a threesome as I remember rightly.”
Shocked once again in to silence I began to get brief flashbacks of the previous evening. Again performing my goldfish impersonation. Whoever this person in front of me was, he seemed to have my best interests at heart.
“Erm, yeah I seem to remember a little bit of that happening. I am so sorry. That isn't how I usually behave at all. Please don't tell anyone what happened. I promise that I have learned my lesson and won't do that again.”
“Oh. I know you won't. We had a long conversation last night about your behaviour. Your very bratty behaviour I might add. My name, seeing as how your memory has failed you, is Dariel but you will call me Sir. We met in a club by the way. I don't suppose you remember what type of club we met in. Do you?”
This time I shook my head. But, then I had an epiphany and began to remember a little more about the previous evening. I groaned out loud at the revelation. I had gone with some friends from Uni on a night out and we had decided to visit a club after a few too many drinks. A BDSM club to be precise.
“Is that a look of enlightenment, or one of horror I see on your face petal?” he smirked.
“I remember some friends from Uni and I thought it would be a good idea to visit a BDSM club.” I answered falteringly. “We had all watched a programme on the telly earlier in the week and it …sort of… looked interesting.”
“Hmm. Interesting.” he reflected. “Well you certainly bit off more than you could chew last night. Didn't you? You came in shouting that you needed a Dom to take control of you. Instead you acquired the attention of a group of guys that had wandered in off the street, on a stag party.”
Mortified at this latest revelation I dropped my eyes to the floor, counting myself a very lucky girl indeed, to have escaped a fate worse than death.
“Good girl. THAT is why I saw potential in you last night. The fact that you were so biddable and compliant. Your submissive side was very evident or I wouldn't have agreed so readily to our arrangement.”
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