Guest Author - Tiffany Reisz

Everything Erotic – Excerpt from THE SIREN by Tiffany Reisz

In this excerpt from chapter twenty-three, Zach (an uptight British editor of literary fiction) and Nora (a wild child erotica writer with a dark secret) have just left New York City’s most infamous underground S&M club where Nora is treated like a Queen. She’s not Nora the Writer anymore. She’s Mistress Nora, the top Domme of the Underground. Although drawn to some of the erotic decadence on display at the club, Zach was horrified to learn of Nora’s past sitting at the feet and chained to the bed of Søren, the most notorious sadist in the Underground by night and a man of the cloth by day.

Everything Erotic – Excerpt from THE SIREN by Tiffany Reisz 

In this excerpt from chapter twenty-three, Zach (an uptight British editor of literary fiction) and Nora (a wild child erotica writer with a dark secret) have just left New York City’s most infamous underground S&M club where Nora is treated like a Queen. She’s not Nora the Writer anymore. She’s Mistress Nora, the top Domme of the Underground. Although drawn to some of the erotic decadence on display at the club, Zach was horrified to learn of Nora’s past sitting at the feet and chained to the bed of Søren, the most notorious sadist in the Underground by night and a man of the cloth by day.

“Is that the key to the Aston Martin?” Zach raised an eyebrow.

“It is. Forgive me for Søren?” she asked dangling the key.

Zach took the key ring from her hand. “I'll forgive you for anything.”

“I'm going to hold you to that, Zach.”

Zach slipped in the driver's seat while Nora entered on the passenger side.

“You can drive a stick shift, can't you?”

“Of course. Just haven't ever done it on the right side of the road,” Zach said and winked at her.

 Zach started the car and felt the engine's gentle vibrations run through his body.

 “Now behave yourself,” Nora said. “I've got a friend on the force, but he says he's fixed all the speeding tickets he can for me.”

 “If I get a ticket in an Aston Martin, I plan to frame it and put it on my desk.” And with that Zach gunned the engine and spun out of the parking garage.

 “So what did Søren say to you tonight?” Nora asked. Zach looked at her. She sounded a little too casual.

 “He did more showing than telling.”

 “I suppose you approved of that. What did you think of my room?”

 “I think you should clean it a little more often,” Zach said pulling the white garter from his pocket and tossing it at Nora. “Yours?”

Nora laughed as she played with the delicate piece of lace.

“I see Sheridan left me a souvenir. Naughty little slut. Too bad she’s engaged now or we could have a threesome with her.”

Zach's groin tightened a little at the erotic tone in Nora's voice. He hated what a stereotypical male he was when it came to the thought of two beautiful women together.

Zach was silent for few moments as he worked up his courage.

“Nora, talking with Griffin this evening-”

“Oh, God, Griffin. He’s the reason gags were invented. What did he say?”

“He told me about what it was like when you and Søren were together. About what he did to you. Why did you stay with him so long?”

Nora only laughed. 

“Zach, there’s an alley up here on the left. Pull in and park. I want to show you something.”

Nervously Zach obeyed. He turned the car off and looked at Nora. She unbuckled her seat belt and before Zach could react, she had reached across him, reclined his seat, and straddled his lap. She ran her hand down his chest and unzipped his pants. Zach inhaled sharply as she took him in her hand.

“I’m flattered.” She grinned at him through the dark. “Is this for me or the car?”

“Nora, I told you-”

Nora ran her fingers up and down him so possessively he panted.

“Pay attention, Zach. I’m only going to say this once.” Bending close, she bit him lightly on his neck. She kissed a path from his throat to his ear as she stroked him with knowing fingers. “I know you want to fuck me. And I know you wish you didn’t  So how about we compromise and you can sit here and say ‘No, Nora,‘ ‘Don’t, Nora,‘ ‘Stop, Nora‘ and I’ll ignore all those protests and slide right down on your cock anyway? And I’ll do it because ‘no‘ and ‘don’t‘ and ‘stop‘ aren’t your safe word. So you can finally get fucked and still sleep like a baby in your big lonely bed tonight feeling all clean and shiny and virginal because, after all, you did say ‘no‘ and that awful Nora Sutherlin just wouldn’t listen.”

Zach swallowed hard. He remembered his safe word, knew all he had to do was say it and Nora would stop touching him. He didn’t say it. Nora let go of him and grabbed his wrist. She brought his hand between her legs and pushed his thumb and forefinger into her. She was so warm inside Zach almost groaned aloud.

“I’m wet,” Nora said. “And you’re hard. I’ve got an IUD, no STDs, and nowhere I have to be for the rest of my life. I know exactly what Griffin told you Søren used to do to me. I was there after all. So yeah, maybe I did beg Søren to stop beating me, maybe I did scream when he caned me, maybe I did cry out when he slapped me, and maybe I did beg him to not share me with King, maybe I did lay underneath him and cry while he fucked me in the middle of a room full of people, or yanked a fistful of my hair and forced me to go down on him at that very table we were sitting at half an hour ago. But I never said my safe word, the one thing I could have done to stop it. And I’ll give you one guess why I didn’t stop it.”

Unable to stop himself, Zach pushed into her a little deeper, spread his fingers apart a little wider. Nora inhaled, her breath caught in the back of her throat. Zach’s free hand held her thigh where her stocking met her bare flesh. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this painfully aroused.

Zach met Nora’s eyes.

“You didn’t want to stop it,” he said.

Nora nodded her approval at him. “You can be taught. Zach, I was never Søren’s victim. We were lovers, we were equals, and what we did together was a game we were both very good at playing. Some nights he would make me orgasm so hard my lower back would hurt the next day. When’s the last time you felt something that good?”

“On the floor of your office,” Zach admitted.

Nora’s eyes glowed bright black in the dark of the car. “You know, you’re the second man tonight who’s had his fingers inside me. Does that bother you?”

Zach recalled Nora’s flushed face when she raced from the elevator once Søren finally let her go. She was so wet that he could hear it as he turned his hand.

“No.”

“There’s hope for you yet, Zachary Easton.” Nora leaned in again and put her mouth at his ear. Her breasts pressed close to his face. “I still remember what you taste like.”

Every nerve in his body fired at once.

Nora turned her head so her ear was now at his mouth.

“I’m still waiting to hear that safe word,” she taunted. Zach didn’t answer. A tendril of her hair brushed his cheek. He didn’t speak; he wanted her to do exactly what she threatened. More than anything he wanted to have sex with the world’s most erotic woman in the world’s most erotic car in a dank, dirty New York City alley where anyone who wanted to could stop and watch.

Nora met his eyes again. Zach pulled his fingers out of her and waited. She lowered herself until the tip of his arousal pressed lightly against her wet outer lips. He started to lift his hips, to press into her. Then he heard a click as Nora opened the driver’s side door and she stepped out. The cool night air rushed in and Zach struggled to button his jeans back up over his straining erection.

“Better let me take over,” Nora said. “You don’t need to be driving my baby in your condition.”

Zach took a few calming breaths before exiting the car. He walked around slowly to the passenger side and got in. Nora dropped into the driver’s side and turned the engine on.

 “You okay?” Nora asked as she backed onto the street and headed toward his apartment building.

 “Haven’t decided yet.”

 Nora turned onto his street.

 “I’m just following your rules. No fucking until the book’s done. I guess I should hurry up and get that book finished”

 Zach rubbed his face, breathed through his hands. “Please do.”

 “Better give me my homework then. If we're going to play again, I guess I've got to get some work done this week. And for some reason I get the feeling you may want to play again.”

 Zach could still feel her heat on his hand. He could hardly think or speak and she was talking about the book.

“I’ll email you tomorrow morning...when I’m lucid.”

“Lucidity’s vastly overrated. I shall await your email with bated breath.” Nora pulled in front of his building.

Zach opened the door and stepped out. Once exposed to the cold night air his senses finally returned to him. He walked around to the driver’s side and Nora rolled the window down.

“What was that you said to Søren tonight right before we left? It sounded like Italian,” Zach asked, curious about their cryptic exchange ever since he witnessed it.

“Cloro al clero,—It's pretty common graffiti around the Vatican. It means ‘poison the clergy.’”

 Zach laughed appreciatively. He could agree with the sentiment.

 “Are you ever going to tell me what you were doing when you disappeared for over an hour tonight?” he asked.

 “Nope.”

 “Are you at least going to tell me if it was fun?”

 Nora looked at him and didn't smile. But there was dark mirth shining in her eyes like she knew a great joke that she wanted to tell him.

 “I'll tell you this...I didn't have sex with a man. And it was so fun it oughta be illegal.” Zach took a step back as she revved up the engine. She rolled up the window.

 Then she was gone.

Blurbs and Praise for THE SIREN 

"Tiffany Reisz is a smart, artful, and masterful new voice in erotic fiction! An erotica star on the rise!"

Award-winning author Lacey Alexander

“Tiffany Reisz's The Original Sinners series is painful, prideful, brilliant, beautiful, hopeful, and heart-breaking. And that's just the first hundred pages.”

Courtney Milan, New York Times Bestselling Author of The Duchess War

“A beautiful, lyrical story... The Siren is about love lost and found, the choices that make us who we are...and above all, finding our way home. I can only hope that Ms. Reisz pens a sequel!"

Bestselling author Jo Davis

"Dazzling, devastating and sinfully erotic, Reisz writes unforgettable characters you'll either want to know or want to be. The Siren is an alluring book-within-a-book, a story that will leave you breathless and bruised, aching for another chapter with Nora Sutherlin and her men."

Miranda Baker, author of Bottoms Up and Soloplay

The Original Sinners series certainly lives up to its name: it's mindbendingly original and crammed with more sin than you can shake a hot poker at. I haven't read a book this dangerous and subversive since Chuck Palahniuk's Fight Club. The most shocking thing, however, is how much you'll feel for the characters. If your heart doesn't break at least ten times over the course of The Siren, check yourself into a morgue."

Andrew Shaffer, author, Great Philosophers Who Failed at Love

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