Welcome to The Novice Christmas Chapter Tour. This is a very special tour as over the next twelve days the first twelve chapters of The Novice (previously titled The Virgin), book #1 in the Sexy as Hell series by Harlem Dae – http://www.harlemdae.com will be published, one per day, per blog, for you to get a taste of Victor and Zara’s wild and erotic journey. A big thank you to Erotica For All for hosting the very first chapter. To find out where you can read the other chapters visit – http://www.harlemdae.com/p/sexy-as-hell-on-tour.html
About Sexy as Hell – Sexy as Hell is an erotic trilogy that will submerge you into the black heart of a world of bondage and discipline, Dominance and submission, sadism and masochism.
Dare to take this twisting journey with Victor and you’ll learn the ropes with him, experience every carnal sensation and fall into a dark and dangerous love that grips like a fist and binds like a collar.
Get to know Zara, his sultry teacher, and you’ll gasp when she doles out her sinful instructions but then delight in the stunning results she not only demands but achieves. It seems Heaven and Hell are not so far apart when she holds the reins.
Victor has his layers peeled back, but when he does the same to try to get to his Vixen’s core, a revelation appears. Because Zara is a woman whose vast sexual experience is both her strength and her weakness; she can inflict pain and pleasure, make lusty demands and instruct, but she needs so much more, she needs…
Yes, the time has come to for her to admit to her needs and confess to the repairing her soul hungers for. A sea of memories, a lifetime of control requires an acknowledgement that will cut through her barriers, and there’s only one man up for the job—her virgin, her student, her newly trained monster, Victor Partridge.
Please note, in order to enjoy Victor and Zara’s adventures, the trilogy must be read in order.
The Novice is the first book, the second The Player and finally The Vixen. Here is the back cover information for The Novice.
London – one meeting, one month of lessons and a landslide of depraved new desires.
My journey to hell started with a decaff coffee. Nothing more than a grey mug full of dull-brown liquid devoid of its most useful ingredient.
One sip, one smile, one touch of her hand and it was soon clear my life wasn’t destined to stay dull. Oh, no, suddenly I had a month of bedroom education planned by a sultry vixen who intended to broaden my horizons beyond my usual peach-pink palette.
She wanted to take me to deep purples and navy blues and the pitch blackness that was pure sin. And on the other side of that blackness was a place that might look like Hell, with debauchery and wantonness, people playing devil’s advocate, luring innocents into the hotter, steamier corners of the world.
Oh, yes, she promised each night to take me there and paint me an orange-and-red picture that would come alive, flickering like flames, enticing me, holding me spellbound and eager to learn more. To touch, explore, drown in coming.
And drown I would. I was no match for her tricks and taunts. My only chance of survival was to show her that I was no vanilla virgin. I had a rainbow of mastery up my sleeve, too, and if she just opened her eyes, she might be dazzled enough to stay—stay and take ‘my’ lessons. If she didn’t kill me first, that was, with pleasure.
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So what are people saying about this trilogy? I’m pleased to report that it’s all good, no, more than good. This trilogy has been described on Amazon as “far better than the 50 Shades of Grey”, one reader said, “I’ve read many erotic novels and BDSM books but these ones are by far my favourites.” another stated, “I was looking to be titillated yes, but instead was captured by the story of Zara and Victor.” You can read all the glowing reviews on the Harlem Dae website, plus read the FREE Harlem Dae magazine with all the inside gossip about the Sexy as Hell Trilogy and what it was like for two authors writing nearly 300k together and how their characters inspired them to keep on writing.
So finally, with just a last warning that this story is boundary pushing, hot, edgy and dark and not for those of a delicate disposition. It’s BDSM primarily but has a slow burn romance that tips everything on its head as feelings intensify and souls are bared.
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Chapter One – The Novice Book #1 in the Sexy as Hell Trilogy
“Lick my cunt,” I said.
I wondered what Victor saw, standing there fully dressed as he was against my bedroom wall. A woman sprawled out on the bed, naked, her fingers spreading her slit apart, or me, Zara Watson, the girl he’d picked up in a coffee shop after work? Or so he’d like to think. I’d picked him up, but I wasn’t about to let him in on how. It had been easy, making him believe he had the gift of the gab, what it took to successfully snare a woman, but in reality I’d orchestrated every move. I doubted his ego could take the truth.
“What?” he asked, dark eyebrows going up, eyes widening.
So he wasn’t as sophisticated as he’d made out. In my experience, they were all the same. Confident and all-knowing until someone like me threw them. Came out with a simple statement that had them reeling. No idea how to claw back their self-assured air without a pause to take in what had been said. The shock of it was usually too much. Hang on, lady, you’re not meant to be saying things like that to me. It should be the other way around. I ought to be shocking you.
“You heard me,” I said, holding back a smirk. “So?”
He remained where he stood, more was the pity, and smiled, a tactic I’d seen so many times before. I‘d bet his mind was swirling, him trying to think what he could say that would get him back on top. I only wished he would get on top, or at least do something that would live up to the promise of his sexy words in the coffee shop. I sighed. All mouth and no trousers, that one. Shame he still had his trousers on. Black ones that matched his shirt. A grey silk tie that could be taken two ways—he was either a stuffy prig or had no choice but to wear it for his profession. And he’d told me all about that. An architect, don’t you know, well paid and with a flashy car that he’d wasted no time in describing to me. As though a hunk of metal was of interest. The only hunk I was interested in was him, and the way things were going, I wouldn’t be getting my mitts on him as quickly as I’d envisaged. Shame, because he was a great-looking guy and I wouldn’t be surprised if his body matched the aesthetic appeal of his face.
“A bit forward, aren’t you?” he said, rubbing the cute, vertical dink he had in his chin.
“Is that a problem?” I leant back, bracing myself on my hands. My breasts didn’t move. Pert things, they’d brought many a man to his knees. A pity this one wasn’t on them between my legs now, supping the cunt I’d so graciously offered.
“Well…” He frowned, seemingly at a loss on what to say.
“Well what?” I smiled inwardly. Talk about getting to him. I could almost see him trying to hold in a squirm.
“You…you didn’t seem this type when we met.” He lifted one hand, running his fingers through his floppy brown hair. Sprinkles of silver weaved through his sideburns and the wispy, longer hairs at his temple.
“And what type is that?” I was enjoying myself. Playing with men had always proved so satisfying. Though if I wasn’t careful I’d lose this one. He may still be dangling on my hook, but with enough flapping about he could get himself loose and swim away. I wasn’t sure I wanted that to happen. There was something about him that piqued my interest more than the others had.
He gestured with his opposite hand. “Look at you. Naked. You stripped before I had the chance to…”
“To what? Undress me? Seduce me? Make me in awe of your sexual prowess? Make me melt, my slit all wet, me ready to take what you wanted to give? And what would that be, I wonder? A shag, all on your terms?”
“I wouldn’t go that far, but…” He sighed. It had sounded ragged, as though he’d had quite enough of me already.
Out of his depth, I thought. Many blokes were like that. Fine up until the point they had the reins snatched away. He looked down at the cream carpet, head going left to right, a very clichéd deer in the headlights, preparing to dart. He was feeling cornered, that much was evident, and I rather liked that. Was he warring with whether to tuck tail and run or stay with me? Either option might be a big old bruise on his pride. One I would enjoy prodding every so often if he took the latter choice.
“But? Haven’t you ever met anyone like me? And just what is my type? A woman who knows what she wants and asks for it? Have you always had to do all the work?” I smiled then licked my lips. “Is it difficult to do as you’re told, is that it?”
“No, I just…” He stopped messing with his hair and put both hands behind his back. “It’s just that… Jesus, you make me nervous.”
“Ah, Jesus won’t help you, and therein lies the rub. Although I wish you would rub.”
He widened his eyes again. “It’s you saying things like that. It isn’t right.”
“Oh, really? Says who?” I was tired of men thinking I had to be the little woman, the one who did as she was told. I was more than that, so much more, and I could dole it out much better than I could take it.
“Me,” he said, puffing out his chest. “A woman shouldn’t be so…so bloody brazen.”
I stood, hands on hips, fingers loose, red nail tips just about touching my skin. “I see. Do you want to start again, or have I frightened you for life?”
“Start again?” He tipped his head to one side. His tie swayed.
“You know, me getting dressed so you can undress me. You directing how this is meant to be—how you’d planned for it to go.” I wasn’t really in the mood to pander to his needs. I wanted sating. I wanted the urges inside me sorting out. I wanted a brutally hard fuck that left me wrung out, dripping wet, and unable to take any more. Not only that, I wanted to be in control of that fuck.
“I don’t know. I mean, you’ve kind of killed the mood now.” He had the grace to blush.
It was my turn to widen my eyes. “A woman on a bed in front of you, naked, asking you to lick her cunt, has killed the mood? I would have thought it’d have the opposite effect. Got you raring to go. Do you always have to be in control?”
“I’ve never thought about it, but it seems so, doesn’t it?” He blushed harder.
I took a step towards him. The ends of my black hair tickled the top of my arse, and I imagined him wrapping it around his fist, giving it a good yank, under my instruction, of course. “No plans to switch, then? To flip the coin and see what the other side looks like? What it feels like to be told what to do?”
“I don’t know if I could. I’m used to calling the shots in the bedroom, that’s all. All the women I’ve been with have needed coaxing. They haven’t exactly been the sexual kind, if you know what I mean. Oh, they’ve enjoyed it, but none of them were like you.”
I moved forward another step. “Don’t you feel like giving it a try? There’s so much to discover. I could teach you.”
I realised suddenly that I wanted to. Lately I’d taken to trawling coffee shops for random men, one-time shags that satisfied my urges yet left me unattached. No strings, no baggage. But Victor… Hmm, I fancied being his mentor. With winter well on the way, I could do with a project to keep me occupied. It was harder to collect men in the colder months. People tended to want to stay indoors, and damn he was a cute one. The stereotype tall, dark and handsome but with a dishevelled vulnerability about him, and his eyes, they were a piercing blue, quite startling peering through coal-black lashes.
He laughed, an unsteady chuckle. “I don’t need teaching.”
He’d sounded indignant, as if I’d had a cheek to suggest such a thing, but just from his answers, his reaction to my initial command, he had far too much to learn. He just thought he knew it all. I silently prayed he’d take me up on my offer. A little pet would be fun.
“Okay, so what about us having a bet?” I said. “I say you do need teaching, you say you don’t. I say you have a lot to learn, you say you don’t. I’ll bet that within five minutes you’ll lose. Do you like a challenge?”
“Yes, of course.”
“And do you agree that if you find you do learn something new, you’ll spend the next month exclusive to me—unless I say otherwise—and I’ll show you as much as I can during that time?”
Victor laughed again. The poor bloke really was uncomfortable. “I suppose, but I’m telling you, I know all I need to know. I haven’t had any complaints in the past.”
“But that was before you met me. I have a list of complaints regarding you already. Awkward. Novice. Unable to take a dominant woman.”
He bristled. “That’s charming, that is.”
“Isn’t it just?” I moved forward again. I could smell him now. His cologne was delicate yet expensive and settled like silk in my nostrils. “So, what do you say, Victor Partridge? Are you up for learning new things? For losing a bet?”
“I won’t lose.” He huffed as if the possibility were ridiculous.
“Was that a yes?”
He nodded. “Yes. Absolutely.”
“Good. I’m going to enjoy this. The bet starts…now!” Stooping, and giving him an eyeful of my arse as I did so, I untangled my scarlet G-string and slipped back into it—he was watching my every move. I then walked to my wardrobe and pulled out a skin-tight black PVC dress. “Help me into this, will you?”
He frowned again. “What?”
“I don’t think you’re deaf or stupid, Victor.” I stepped into the dress and began pulling it up. “I need you to do the zip.” I piled my hair on top of my head, out of his way.
Pushing himself off the wall, he came towards me, a tad reticent, I felt.
“It wasn’t that you asked me to help you with the dress,” he said, drawing the zip up, his breath hot on the nape of my neck.
A delightful shiver snaked down my back. “What was it, then?” I wanted to turn, to press myself against him, to make him hard. To prove I was a winner. That I could reignite the mood.
“Well, it’s the dress itself. I mean, who wears this kind of get-up?”
Again, I wondered what he was seeing when he looked at me. Some slut?
“I do. And…” Releasing my hair, I swivelled to face him, ensuring there was adequate space between us. “I do believe you’ve lost already.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Pardon?”
“You said you know everything, yes?”
“Yet you don’t know who wears this kind of get-up.”
He closed his eyes for a moment. His long lashes almost rested on his cheeks. “Damn.”
He sighed and opened his eyes. “A month, you said?” This time it had sounded like an admittance of defeat. He’d be waving the white flag any minute.
Surrender tasted so good.
“One month where I’d teach you and show you as much as I can,” I said. “Agreed?”
He chewed the inside of his cheek, shrugged and said, “Agreed.”
“Oh goody. Then I think we should begin now, don’t you?”
“Bring it on.” He folded his arms over his chest, tilted his chin.
I slid my feet into a pair of shiny black stilettos then strode to the door. “Come on then! We have somewhere we need to be.”
Flouncing from the room, I headed for the front door, swaying my backside with exaggerated movements. By the time I reached the hallway my dress had ridden up. I turned to give him a view I hoped would get his mind and libido going. A triangle of fabric was on show, my knickers, red and damp, and I waited for his gaze to stray. It did, him homing in on that scarlet patch, shaking his head as though he couldn’t get over how I was. Yes, I’d been a good girl in the coffee shop, saying all the right things, making him think I’d be grateful for his attention once I’d got him home. And now? I was a wicked temptress, intent on getting him to him lick my cunt on command if it was the last thing I did.
“Christ,” he said. “You need to pull that dress down a bit, love.”
“Do I? Do I really?” I winked and grabbed my handbag off the shoe cabinet. “I don’t think so. If I want to go out with my gusset on show, I will. Now, stop bleating about what I look like and get a move on.”
Once outside, I stepped onto the little path that led to the pavement. My sky-blue Mini Cooper was parked right beside it, and I clicked the key fob to unlock the doors.
“Jump in,” I said as I got into the driver’s seat and flicked the heater to full blast. “We need to move it if we’re going to make the first show. It starts at nine.”
He climbed in beside me and buckled up. “Where are we going, the cinema?”
I could have been cruel and wet myself with laughter but refrained. “We’re going to watch something, yes, but it isn’t the latest James Bond or anything remotely like it.”
“Right.” He stared ahead. “So do I have to do everything you say? Go everywhere you want to go? Don’t I get a say in any of this?”
“Look,” I said, starting the engine then easing out of my parking spot. “I’m not going to force you to do anything. I’m not even going to have sex with you. I’m going to show you things, broaden your horizons, and when I think you’re ready, when you’ve proved you can enjoy yourself while not in control, then I might consider letting you fuck me. How about that?”
“You’re very self-confident. Maybe I don’t want to have sex with you.”
“Hmm,” I said, belting down the road and drawing to a screeching stop at the junction. “Oh, I think you do, otherwise, why did you come home with me? You wanted to have sex with me but on your terms. I turned the tables, that’s all. Isn’t it exciting?” I zoomed left and headed towards the seedier side of town.
“Exciting? I wouldn’t say that. More like unsettling.” He rubbed his palms over his thighs. His long legs were a bit short on space in my small car.
“Oh, for God’s sake. Let go of that prissy attitude, Victor. You certainly didn’t have that at the coffee shop. You were all confidence and look-at-me-I’m-gorgeous. Sexy as hell, I think you said at one point.”
“Neither of us are who we thought we were, then.” He stilled his hands.
If I wasn’t mistaken, he’d sounded grumpy, petulant. Oh, I’d soon have him eating out of my hand. Or from between my legs.
“Just relax, okay?” I said, turning right down King Street.
“What are we doing here?” He slumped down in his seat, barely managing to see out of the windshield. “Isn’t this where…?”
“Yes, but not all the working girls sell themselves on the corners, pretty boy. Some of them work indoors. Like me.”
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