La Brat is set in Paris, one of my absolute favourite cities. I have been there many times over the years, most recently for my wedding anniversary. My husband organised the holiday, a recreation of our honeymoon there thirty years earlier.
He booked us on a visit to Versailles, the palace which was once home to the kings of France. The bus left the Rue de Rivoli at around seven in the morning so it was to be an early start. We considered ordering a taxi, but when we studied our tourist map of Paris we worked out it was perhaps a half hour’s walk from our hotel, forty minutes at the most. And the exercise would do us good.
So, we set off on foot at about six fifteen on a glorious September Saturday morning. We were astonished to find we had the city to ourselves. Apart from the occasional street sweeper or jogger, no one was about. No crowds, no traffic, just silence. Parisiens are not morning people it seems. We stood in the middle of the Champs Elysées to take photographs. We collected conkers (horse chestnuts to the uninitiated) from the ground beneath the towering trees lining Les Tuilieries gardens. We strolled nonchalantly across the nine lane dual carriageway which circles the Arc de Triomphe.
We arrived at the Rue de Rivoli, just as the city started to yawn and stretch. Within minutes of the first delivery van tooting at us to get out of the road we were surrounded by the din of taxis, buses, the hectic bustle of the crowds. The shops and cafes were opening, the street vendors setting up their pitches. Paris just came awake and enveloped us. The peace and calm of that first hour was gone as the city throbbed into life.
Versailles was, naturally, splendid. Louis XIV would have had it no other way. But for me the abiding memory of that trip will always be that rare glimpse of Paris, bathed in warm autumn sunshine, but still asleep.
I tried to recapture some of that atmosphere in La Brat as Eugenie and Aaron do their own exploring, on foot of course. I hope it worked.
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Thou shalt not attack thy Dom—especially not with his own cane.
She’s committed the cardinal sin, broken the eleventh commandment for submissives. No wonder the Dom she adores wants nothing more to do with her.
Eugenie believes her luck has turned when she lands an interview for her dream job—Events Organizer at Totally Five Star’s flagship hotel in Paris. This is her chance to return to the city, which holds cherished memories for her, and pursue a career she loves. Most of all it’s a golden opportunity to leave behind the bitter taste of her disastrous breakup with Aaron, the one Dom who can make her melt with a look, a word, a lift of his finger.
Her dream crumbles when she comes face to face with her nemesis, now Director of Security at Totally Five Star Paris, the one man who can wreck her dreams with just a few words.
Aaron has never forgotten the lovely little submissive who broke all the rules. He can do without the hassle of such a high-maintenance sub, but his sexy new colleague proves hard to resist. It’s not long before he finds it hard to remember just what his objections were.
Determined not to dwell on the past, Eugenie throws herself into her wonderful new job. If she can only convince Aaron to give her another chance, her life will be perfect. A natural in her new role, against the glamorous backdrop of one of the world’s finest hotel chains, Eugenie is in her element arranging a high-profile celebrity wedding. But when things start to go wrong, Eugenie finds herself at the heart of a series of inexplicable accidents.
Aaron doesn’t believe in coincidences. Is someone else, apart from him, out to hurt his little Genie? And why? He is determined to protect Eugenie—and get to the bottom of who might want to harm her.
Here’s an excerpt, from one of the early scenes, just as Eugenie and Aaron are getting to know each other.
Circling her once more, he stopped behind her, this time trailing his fingertips across her shoulder and tracing the shape of her clavicle. Her long brown hair fell in soft waves to her mid back. He wound it around his hand and tugged until her head tilted back. Turning her face toward him, he leaned in to brush his lips across hers. Eugenie was conscious that this was the first expression of intimacy between them. Not much, but sufficient to reassure her that he was pleased with her so far. Or so she hoped.
Eugenie allowed her eyelids to drop as she relaxed slightly. Perhaps he saw this and chose that moment to ramp things up a little, to throw her off balance again. He reached around to cup her breast. Eugenie gasped, gnawing on her lip again. He squeezed her breast, molding it in his palm before he took the small pink nipple between his finger and thumb. He rolled then pinched it, the tip hardening and swelling in his hand. He applied a little more pressure, enough to hurt, and she gasped again, jerking against him. He brought his other arm around her too, across her lower abdomen.
Even though he was holding her still, and really, she was not in any position to struggle or resist, he repeated his instructions. “Don’t move, Miss d’André.”
Her response was to stiffen in his arms. It was difficult, but Eugenie wanted to comply. She was making an effort, and hoped he’d realize and settle for that, this time.
Aaron continued to torment her nipples, first one, then the other, pulling, twisting, flattening them between his fingers. Eugenie whimpered, and tears dampened her eyelashes. She was suffering, but managing to endure because he’d instructed her to.
His next ploy was to slip his free hand between her legs, stroking through her damp, soft folds. Despite the pain of his touch her pussy was wet, proof of her arousal if any were needed.
He relaxed his grip on her swollen, distended nipples. He then parted her pussy lips, thrusting two fingers deep into her. No preamble, no warning, he penetrated her with his fingers and scissored them inside her. The walls of her cunt tightened around his digits. She let out a low moan.
“Do you like this, Miss d’André?”
“Answer me please, Miss d’André. Say it.”
“Yes, Sir, I do like this.”
“Would you like more of this then? Shall I continue?”
“Yes please, Sir.”
“Yes please, Sir. I am sorry, Sir.”
“I believe you are sorry, but even so, I intend to punish you for that mistake. It’ll help you to learn. A leather strap across your delightful derrière I think. Would that provide a memorable lesson, do you imagine?”
“Sir, I… Oh!”
Aaron chose that moment to twist his fingers and connect to her G-spot. He rubbed hard, applying pressure to just the right place to send her into a frenzy. He reached down and around with his other hand, too, to caress her clit.
“Sir, I’m going to come.”
“No you’re not. Not until I say so.”
“Sir, I cannot help it. Please…”
“No.” Aaron continued to finger-fuck her, his thrusts relentless now, hitting her G-spot every time he drove his digits into her. He drew the pad of his finger backward and forward across the tip of her clit, synchronizing the movements of his hands to focus the intensity. He seemed to know the moment she lost control, convulsing around his fingers as huge wracking shudders rocked her small frame. He didn’t let up, drawing out her response, teasing every last tremor from her before slowing down. His hands still on her, in her, he leaned in to whisper in her ear.
“Oh dear, Miss d’André. I appreciate your enthusiasm, but you just earned yourself a serious thrashing. Was it worth it?”
“I believe it was, Sir.”
Aaron chuckled. “Sassy little sub. I think I might come to like you. A lot.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“That wasn’t a question, Miss d’André. Silence please.”
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