Author: R.B. O’Brien
Series: The Natalie’s Edge Series
Genre: Erotica Romance Suspense
Each book in the series is now available for $2.99
Twenty-seven year old former ballet dancer, Natalie Smith, thought she had everything she needed in life: A successful business, devoted boyfriend, and loving best friend. But when she meets the mysterious environmentalist, Michael L. Black, Natalie’s ascent into self-discovery begins.
Michael introduces Natalie to a world of dominance and submission filled with lust and passion. But Michael walks a fine line between his dark and light sides as he comes to terms with his past. It will test their relationship, and all they have worked so hard to achieve, a true bond, may leave them on the edge of destruction.
Natalie’s Edge 1: Tempatation: mybook.to/TemptationEdge1
Natalie’s Edge 2: Fall: mybook.to/FallEdge2
Natalie’s Edge 3: Redemption: mybook.to/RedemptionEdge3
Temptation, Natalie’s Edge Book 1
He didn’t think he was capable of love; she thought she had everything she ever needed. But when former ballet dancer and entrepreneur Natalie Smith and environmentalist Michael Black meet, they are thrust into a headlong relationship that may devastate them both.
Falling almost too fast for this enigmatic, controlling man, Natalie is both excited and terrified by the fine line Michael walks between his dark and light side, as he introduces her to a world of games, bondage, and punishments. And to her surprise, she likes her submission. She likes the control he wields. And he cannot have it any other way. He likes to bring Natalie to the edge, and she likes the edge he brings her to. Pleasure has never felt so good.
But can Michael fully let go of his trust issues and fall in love? Or will his past leave Natalie on the edge of pain?
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Excerpt from Natalie’s Edge 1: Temptation
He brought my iPhone into the bedroom, found the ballet Giselle, and let the music play. It put me in a state of deep emotion when I listened to it. My feelings about dance were as mixed up as my feelings were for Michael. Pain and beauty wrapped into one unfathomable emotion. He removed his blue t-shirt and jeans, boxer shorts the only thing remaining on his perfect body as he sat next to me on the bed. He was so sexy. I began to kiss him as if my life depended on it.
“Roll over and let me massage you, Natalie.” His tone created a trance-like reaction in me.
I rolled over onto my stomach. He began kneading my neck, then my shoulders, working his way across my back, stopping just above my ass. The music engulfed me and his touches were sensual but relaxing. I was in a state of euphoric relaxation. He began to kiss me lightly, first behind my ears and then over my neck, moving down to trail kisses over my back. Goose bumps appeared all over my body.
“Spread your legs a little for me, Natalie.”
I did, embarrassed at how wet I already was. I tried not to squirm or moan. I wanted it to last, last the whole night.
“I love the way your lower back gathers in this indentation above your ass,” he breathed, kissing the spot. “There’s so much I want to learn about you.”
“Aaah,” I let out, moaning into the pillow. “There’s so much I want to learn about you,” I echoed.
He continued down my legs, first the outside of my thighs all the way down to my calves, lightly tickling my feet, as I moved a little, giggling.
“You’re such a ticklish woman, Natalie. Yet another thing that turns me on about you. So responsive, so sensitive. I like that.”
His fingers stroked the insides of my calves simultaneously, moving slowly up my thighs, stopping just short of my pussy. Skipping over my pussy, he began to lightly tease my ass cheeks with his fingers, kissing me ever so lightly all over my ass, my back, my neck.
“I can taste your saltiness. You are delicious.”
I blushed. “I told you I needed to shower.” A moan escaped my lips again as he continued to kiss my ass, his fingers touching between my legs, lightly brushing my pussy like feathers.
“Maybe later,” he said languidly. “I like the way you taste. Now roll over,” he demanded. “Put your arms above your head and clasp them. Don’t move them. Now, cross your legs and put them in the air, straight up.”
“Michael,” I groaned but did as he asked. All the relaxation was completely gone now. Desire pooled in my lower abdomen and beyond, and I began to tremble.
He began to lightly stroke my pussy in this uncomfortable, yet erotic position, and juices streamed out of me. “Next time, I’ll tie your legs like this, so you can relax more. But I can see the strength of your legs. You are so sexy, Natalie.”
I couldn’t say anything as his feather-light touches moved directly onto my clit, and I felt like I might come any minute.
“Michael.” I wanted him desperately. I began to pant. A scorching heat coursed through my body.
He stopped and spread my juices over the delicate, sensitive under skin of my pussy lips, gently rubbing up and down my slit with the pads of his fingers, over and over, on either side of my clit, never making contact with it.
“Oh god, Michael. Let me come. Please.” I was begging and couldn’t have cared less. I began to squeeze my legs together more tightly. Being in this position made it easy to do. Release would be only moments away, if he would only touch my clit.
“Keep your legs like that,” he said, but stopped touching me. I breathed rapidly, frantically, as he moved up under my arms and lightly tickled down the sides of my stomach, where my back and stomach connected. I wiggled and laughed a little. It tickled in the most sensual way. He said nothing and found my breasts. “Keep your arms above your head for me. I love when you obey me. I’m impressed that you’re showing a little restraint tonight. Breathe.”
And I was. I was really trying to control my reactions, to be in the moment, to not fall apart at the seams but to absorb his touch fully. He lightly stroked the under part of my breasts, then circled the outer parts of them, ever so slowly, honing in closer and closer to my center, my nipples. I moaned and tried to stick my chest out for his touch.
He took the bait and lightly brushed my nipples with his thumbs. I squirmed. It was impossible not to. He took each nipple between his thumb and pointer finger and used feather-light pinches to tease me. My pussy ached and pulsed with need. I begged, “Michael. Please.” But I kept my hands above my head and my legs in the air, trying to do as he asked.
He smiled down at me before moving back to lick my pussy. I moaned. “Yes, Michael, oh please.”
His licks became more intense, more focused on making me come. “Oh Natalie,” he whispered. “I do love to hear you. It’s such a turn-on when you lose control to me, when you beg me.”
He took first one finger and then a second and thrust them into me, and I yelped out, ready to come. I was panting. I was borderline hysterical with need.
He stopped and said tenderly, “You can lower your arms and legs now.”
I looked into his eyes. He had promised to make me come the next chance we got. Those were his exact words. I looked at him pleadingly. I was becoming confused. I was losing all control. I felt tears building.
“No worries, Natalie. I promise. You know I am a man of my word.” He winked. “Patience. I love seeing you like this. I love making you feel like this. I can’t help it.”
He grabbed my face between his hands and slowly, deeply, intensely kissed me. I ravaged his tongue, his mouth, I sucked his lips one at a time, his teeth, and I wrapped my arms around his neck as tightly as possible. He took my face between his hands again and looked into my eyes. “Get on your knees, Natalie.” He smiled, and I complied willingly.
Fall, Natalie’s Edge Book 2
As Shakespeare wrote, “The course of true love never did run smooth,” and the love between Michael L. Black and Natalie Smith is no exception.
Having fallen deeply in love with one another, Michael and Natalie’s passionate and, at times, tumultuous relationship continues to teeter on the edge of happiness as they explore their deepest and sometimes darkest desires of games, bondage, and sex. Michael’s dominant tendencies thrive as Natalie craves to submit her body and mind to him, bringing her to sometimes excruciating pleasure. Love never felt so right.
But their relationship will be tested. Truths are hidden. Secrets are revealed. And when Michael’s insecurities inflame his penchant for control and punishment, all the trust and love they have worked so hard to build dismantles itself within one split second. Will they forgive and trust one another again? Or will the betrayal leave them on the edge of devastation?
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Excerpt From Natalie’s Edge 2: Fall
He pushed me away slightly and took my hand and brought me into the suite overlooking Boston. The view was beautiful as the sun finished setting behind the postcard-picture buildings. He placed me on the bed and began to kiss me between his short, breathless sentences. “I missed you too. My trip couldn’t have gone better. I want you naked. Now.”
I lost my steady breathing to sporadic breaths. “Michael, I don’t have time. I have to get ready. I need to dress for the party…unless…unless…you’d like to skip the party?” I asked with a hopeful innuendo in my voice.
“You come here late. You’re not ready. Now you want to argue with me?” He seemed angry yet playful. A deadly combination. “Don’t make me more disappointed than I already am.”
He began by first removing my black ballet flats, kissing my feet as I moaned.
“No time, Natalie?” he quizzed, looking up into my flushed face. “Mmmm. I have missed that moan.”
I breathed far too erratically. “Plenty of time, if you don’t mind being late to your party,” I managed, as he unbuttoned my jeans, pulled down my zipper, and yanked them off roughly.
“Oh, plenty of time, yes, Natalie. But we will not be late…” Oh no. I knew that inflection, that smirk.
“Aaah,” I groaned, my panties completely thrown to the side of the bed.
“Spread your legs for me, Natalie.” His eyes were that dark, sexy, sinister shade.
“Michael.” I shook quietly spreading my legs.
“I’ve missed you,” he said, slowly, delectably kissing my inner thighs and running his tongue in circles on my clit, lapping at me leisurely, torturously.
“I’ve missed you, Michael.” I panted, barely able to catch my breath and thrust my fingers in his hair again, trying to push my pussy up into his mouth. I was so wet, too wet.
“I can see that.” He smiled up at me, straddling me to remove my t-shirt. “Cute t-shirt.” He stared at me, leaving me lying on the bed in only my pink lace half-cami bra. I knew what he was about to do. I struggled to remain calm, still.
His fingers started on my sensitive, erect nipples, as I brought my legs together and his face to mine, kissing him passionately, moaning, diving my tongue into his mouth aggressively, tasting my juices on his tongue.
“Slow down.” He laughed. “So eager for someone who couldn’t find the time to see me earlier today,” he said sarcastically. “On your belly,” he ordered.
I complied. Before I knew what was happening, he handcuffed my hands behind me and swiftly turned me back over onto my back.
He began to tease my overly sensitive nipples as I squirmed beneath him. He sat on my pelvis. “Spread your legs, Natalie,” he ordered again. I paused, unable to pry my legs open. A climax was building inside of me. Jesus. How was that even possible?
“Michael.” I moaned. “Fuck me.”
“Natalie. That moan. What it does to me.” He was so intense. “Now how can I fuck you if you don’t spread your legs?” And I knew that tone all too well. I knew he was teasing me and I wondered what he was planning.
I squirmed unsuccessfully and let out an agonizing breath, opening my legs, but he didn’t stop tickling my nipples through the lace material that intensified the sensation.
He thrust his knee between my legs, forcing them to stay open, as the rest of his body’s weight held me captive, helpless, and vulnerable under his touch. “Do you like this, Natalie?” he coaxed, using his knee to not only prevent me from squeezing out an orgasm but also to stimulate my clitoris ever-so-lightly.
I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t concentrate to answer him.
“Answer me. Do you like this?”
“Yes.” I confessed.
“Good.” He kissed me passionately, moving his knee out of the way to stroke between the wet folds of my pussy, brushing my clit ever so lightly, so that I whimpered.
At least five long excruciating minutes went by as he tormented me with languid teasing.
“Please,” I begged.
He just smiled cruelly into my eyes. He was going to tease me, and I was going to remain helpless.
“You are so wet,” he teased. “If only you had come earlier. Now there’s no time to come.” He emphasized the last word. “What a shame.”
When he released me, I was delirious, panting heavily. He said, casually, “Now go get ready. We’re going to be late. I don’t do late.” And he undid my handcuffs, taking them with him as he stood up.
The minute he removed them from my wrists, I realized how much I wanted them back. I was insane with lust, and it made me incensed, enraged. How dare he? “Michael!” I yelled at him. But he had shut the bathroom door to get ready, throwing me a white, terry cloth robe right before closing it.
I realized I had little time to do my make-up, style my hair, and dress myself, or I might have pleasured myself just to spite him. I decided to do my make-up and hair first. Dressing in this heated, soaked condition would not be a good idea. When I heard the bathroom door open, I said angrily, sarcastically, not even bothering to look up, “Such a gentleman to let a woman use the bathroom first.”
When I turned around, he grabbed my chin to look into his eyes, and I melted. All I saw were his overbearing, piercing blue eyes through his mask. I knew I should still be angry with him and his childish behavior, but he was so fucking sexy. I wilted and lightly touched his lips through the black material. His chest was muscular as it was, but in his costume, he looked even more so, impenetrable, masculine, in control. I wanted to fuck him more now than I did earlier. “Hello, Batman,” I purred up into his face.
He licked my upper lip and then my lower lip, as I felt my head hang back in total submission to his cupped, strong hands. All anger I had felt toward him evaporated and I drew myself against him. He was being a childish brat, but I missed him too much to care.
“Why aren’t you dressed?” He stopped his delicious invasion of my mouth and stared down at me. I was a dripping pool of desire and his persona only enlarged it.
“Because someone rudely took over the bathroom,” I barked and began walking into the bathroom. I gave pause. It was time for me to win a game or two with this controlling, irresistible man.
I stopped and placed my costume down onto the bed that he had just used to tease me. Turning my back to Batman, I slowly let my robe fall to my feet. I heard him gasp, and I could feel his stare blazing right through my back side. I almost lost my courage and trembled at what he must have been thinking, but I continued my show.
I stayed facing away from him, more so that I didn’t lose my nerve. I unclasped the little lace that covered my breasts and tossed it onto the bed. I bent the upper half of my body over the bed so that my ass hung in the air in front of him, slowly put on my sexy white lace hip-hugger undies, and retrieved my costume. I opened the package of my new pink tights and turned around to sit on the bed. I didn’t dare look into his eyes. He could have done anything he wanted to me and I knew I would let him. I needed to stay focused on teasing him, for a change. Focused on pretending I was the one in control.
I spread my legs slightly and snuck a glance in his direction. His mouth, under his superhero mask, was slightly open, incredulity evident in his eyes. I first lifted the right foot, pointed it straight up into the air, and peeled the first leg of the tight up to my knee. I repeated the process on the left foot, stood up, turned back around, and bent over, exposing my lace-covered ass as I gingerly and slowly folded the tights up over the cheeks of my ass.
I felt him move behind me, and I withdrew a breath, shocked and nervous my seduction would be taken over by him. In truth, I hoped it would. Having him in me would be delicious. He kissed my neck, fully exposed from the tight bun I had twisted atop my head, and whispered, “Games, Natalie? Are you sure you want to go down that road?”
The bastard. His voice undid me as my body quivered, causing him to chuckle and take a seat across the room to finish watching the silly girl put on her costume. I was flushed, hot, and longing.
I tried to regain confidence, trying to ignore the gaping stain of my arousal on my tights between my legs. I exhaled shakily and continued to dress myself under his watchful, slightly intimidating stare. I could see his cocky grin, which only forced more juice to drip out of me. His arrogance was such a turn on for me.
As I put on the pink leotard adorned with feathers around the collar that rose up into my neck, I noticed him shift in his chair, cockiness turning into desire. Yes. I thought to myself. I’m back in the game.
I looked down to my chest, ensuring the crystals were properly placed above my breasts under the white and silver feathers, but all I could see were my engorged nipples, begging to be touched and fondled.
A red rush of embarrassment engulfed me as I realized that the top had never been allowed to sit so firmly against my flesh. I had always been wrapped. It was borderline transparent. I blushed. If I wore the cami, it would show through and completely ruin the costume. Nope. He would have to stare at my swollen breasts all night, but so would everyone else. I flushed, embarrassed at my oversight.
I finished with a short pink pancake skirt, put a feather collar around my neck with matching feather cuffs—how ironic—and sat to lace up my pointe shoes. I felt special, beautiful, sexy. I felt like dancing. I only wore my pointe shoes occasionally at my summer camp to show the young girls. Wearing them made me feel a little too nostalgic.
“Ready,” I announced, standing on my tippy toes, then balancing on one toe as I dipped down to the floor, my right hand touching his foot, my left leg and arm straight out into the air.
He stared at me, stood up, and bending down to grab my chin he said, “I don’t think I want to let you out of this room. My god, Natalie, you have literally taken my breath away. God. Your legs.”
I froze, feeling guilty about the way I had just acted, and pushed my feet back into a flat position. Shyly I replied, “Thank you,” and did a small curtsey. I shrank at his sweetness. “The same could be said of you,” I added.
“Yes. Touché, Natalie.” But his tenderness was quickly replaced with a glare. “Beauty in every way aside, we are late, you are a tease, and you will pay on all counts. Come. Let’s go.” His dark side was back in full force, and somehow it made everything inside me tighten.
Redemption, Natalie’s Edge Book 3
The road to love for Michael and Natalie has been a treacherous one. Lies and secrets have kept them apart and in darkness. But out of the darkness shines a light on understanding, self-discovery, and forgiveness. Natalie’s sexual awakening teeters on the edge of completion as she and Michael come to fully embrace and understand the bond they truly share.
But their undeniable bond will not come without more tests. Nothing is easy. And nothing seems to be working in their favor. When a secret is revealed that even Michael doesn’t know existed, it seems fate is out of their hands. All of the peace and self-acceptance they have worked so hard towards leaves them right back to the edge of darkness again. Can they find redemption together, or are they doomed to live a life apart forever?
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Excerpt From Natalie’s Edge 3: Redemption
He made his way back over to the bed and pulled all the covers off of me, exposing my body, which revealed my erect nipples through the sheerness of my lace bra. Just his mere proximity excited me. I shivered.
“Are you cold?” he asked facetiously. My apartment was warm, the heat paid for by the landlord.
“Slightly,” I said in the same tone back to him.
“Hmmm. Let me see then. Let me warm you.” He sat back down on the bed and took my coffee mug and placed it on the floor.
“Lie back,” he ordered. “Let’s see if I can’t make you warm again.”
“Michael,” I whined.
“Ssssh. Not a word, Natalie. Let me make you feel good. I owe you that. I hate to see you cry, especially over me.”
“I… I… have to get ready for work.”
“Not yet,” and he pulled out one of my scarves. “Wrists.”
Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.
“Trust me. You need this.”
I squirmed and shook my head, no, but oh how I wanted to say yes.
I closed my eyes shut and held them out in front of me.
“No. On your belly.”
I flipped over and extended my arms back to him. He tied my wrists together tightly with the scarf. My breathing hitched and my pussy became moist almost immediately. He flipped me back over and kissed me.
I involuntarily moaned and he smiled. “Yes. Just the way I like you. Moaning and wet. I’m going to kiss and suck you to orgasm, Natalie. I want all your worries to wash away.”
I arched my back up and squeezed my legs together. “Michael.”
“Yes, baby. But lie back down. This is going to take a while.”
“Only think about every kiss. Every touch. Every suck and what it’s doing to your body. Like a form of meditation. Block out every worry. Every fear. And focus on that one spot of desire and the need that I’m going to create in it. A craving so strong. An almost cruel itch that only I can scratch. Focus on that ache. And only that. Let it build to an unbearable need so strong you almost can’t take it. But take it you will. And then… focus on the pleasure. Only that. That release I’m going to bring you.”
I couldn’t think as he began to remove my panties, drenched already with arousal and anticipation. He pulled them down to my knees, then holding my gaze steady, he began to kiss between my legs, blowing hot air on my pussy. His tongue found its way between my folds almost immediately and again, I arched my back up.
“Down, baby,” he ordered gently and I complied.
His tongue danced around my clit as I moaned and writhed to get closer and he stopped, licking his lips and staring at me. “Focus on the feeling. Absorb it.”
My eyes rolled into the back of my head and his tongue began a leisurely lick up and down my swollen clit and I groaned deep and loud, causing him to chuckle. “My itch. And only I can scratch it. And it’s going to be a while before I do.”
“Michael,” I breathed, panting. “Please.”
His eyes taunted me as he got up and made his way up my body. Licking. Biting, Nipping. Sucking. I squirmed and moaned and begged.
He kissed me and I could taste my juices on my tongue. “Do you like the way you taste on my lips?”
I flushed, embarrassed.
“It’s okay to admit.” He unsnapped my bra from its front clasp and I gasped as my breasts broke free from the tight confinement. “Mmmm. Beautiful.”
He rolled me over on my side to face him and positioned his face against one nipple. A hand found my other nipple and I yelped out. It was so sensitive. So alert. So in need of his touch. “Michael,” I moaned again as he put the other nipple in his mouth. His tongue snuck out and began to lick the tip of it in earnest. “Oh, Michael!” It felt so good.
One hand held the lower part of my back to push my body against his as his tongue danced over my nipple. Using the fingers of his other hand, he pulled, pinched, and tickled my other nipple. I became delirious from the attention given to my nipples, yelling out his name, begging for mercy, pleading for more.
“Mmmm,” was all he said. “Mine.”
“Yes. Yours,” I admitted.
He switched sides, licking the tip of my other nipple, which he had made beautifully tender and sensitive from his pinching and fondling, and pulled and twisted the other. It was almost unbearable, the need between my legs flaming, pulsing, begging for attention.
“Please,” I begged. I couldn’t help it.
“Yes. Natalie. In due time. Are you warming up?” he said between licks and pinches. “I love your sensitivity. It’s been too long since I’ve given them the proper attention.”
“Answer the question. Are you warmer?”
“Yes,” I panted. “Too warm.”
“I’ll decide when you’re too warm. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I said, just barely.
“Yes, Sir,” I said without flinching at all.
He smiled. “Mmmm. I like the sound of that.” He licked his lips. “And I’ll see right now if you’re too warm.”
He brought his mouth down my body as he pushed me onto my back again. He kissed and licked down my belly as I squirmed and writhed, anticipating how good it would feel when his lips and tongue found and relieved the ache between my legs.
He pushed my legs open and thrust two fingers into my wet hole and pumped hard and fast.
“Oh my god!”
“My itch to scratch,” he said, pausing to curl his fingers to find my g-spot. My toes curled as I felt an impending orgasm on me. “Itchy, baby?” he taunted.
“Yes! Yes. Please.”
“Not yet. I haven’t given you permission. I’m not done with you. Not quite warm enough for me yet.”
I felt those familiar tears overwhelming me again. The pain. The pleasure. The emotional turmoil and carnal lust I felt for him. I both loved and feared the reckless abandonment of giving up control to him. His dominance. I trembled.
“Ssssh. I’ve got you. I promise. Breathe… and trust me.”
He kissed my inner thighs as I moaned. His thumb lightly grazed my clit, up and down, leisurely, slowly, as his kisses tickled up and down my thighs, occasionally moving up to kiss the wetness of the lips between my legs. I didn’t think I could take much more.
“Michael. Please. I can’t take anymore.”
“Yes. You can. You don’t have a choice. You. Are. Mine. And I know you like it. So enjoy it and put away your guilt.”
He continued his torture upon my searing body, every nerve ending, every fiber attuned to his touch. His hands made their way back up my body, tickling lightly as he went, playing with the soft skin under my breasts. Finding my nipples, he pinched them, causing me to yelp out as his tongue licked strong and fast against my clit.
“I’m going to cum, Michael. I am. It’s coming. May I please cum?”
But he wouldn’t answer me. He licked my clit and darted his tongue into my wet hole as his fingers pulled and twisted my nipples. I was in pure ecstasy as the wave of orgasm began its point of no return.
I could feel his mouth smiling between my legs as he relentlessly licked and probed with his masterful tongue. He paused, “Not yet.”
R.B. O’Brien has always been drawn to the more taboo side of storytelling, even as a young adult, from hiding books from strict Catholic parents as a teen to getting lost in the erotic sections of bookstores for hours. As a writer, O’Brien explores the darker, erotic nature of relationships, those riddled with the reality of insecurities and human folly, exposing the vulnerability, emotional turmoil, and occasional pain that can come from losing oneself in the heat of passion.
O’Brien holds a degree in English literature and happily resides in the Northeast of the United States. Her first series, the highly acclaimed Natalie’s Edge trilogy, is now available in ebook format and print. THORNE, O’Brien’s anticipated dark romance series, begins with Rose’s Dark Contract, a tale where things are not what they seem.