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Hostages of Love (FFM)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: SCORCHING
Word Count: 53,000
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[Siren Allure: Erotic Multiple Partners Romance, F/F/M, Contemporary, Bondage]

Commercial pilot, Sean Merrick, and Larissa Christie explore and indulge their secret desires during an evening at an elegant hotel, never suspecting that terror lurks on the horizon.

Sean is grieving the loss of his beloved wife, but a favor for a friend changes the direction of his life. He enters a world of deviant sexual games, desperate terrorists, and true love with the woman of his dreams.

But first, Sean must save Larissa and the other passengers from the fanatical men who have taken control of the aircraft.

Can he save his passengers from certain death? Will he have a happy future with the woman of his dreams...or die trying?


"A few years ago, I went to see a movie called Flightplan. My jaw dropped when a gorgeous man stepped on screen. This was the day I discovered Sean Bean. Since that time, the handsome actor has fueled many of my fantasies. I sat down and wrote this novel as idea after idea came to me. For the first time, it was almost as if too many thoughts bombarded me as I struggled to get them down in writing while they were still fresh in my mind." ~ Sophie ~

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"Commercial pilot, Sean Merrick, and Larissa Christie explore and indulge their secret desires during an evening at an elegant hotel, never suspecting that terror lurks on the horizon. Sean is grieving the loss of his beloved wife, but a favor for a friend changes the direction of his life. He enters a world of deviant sexual games, desperate terrorists, and true love with the woman of his dreams. But first, Sean must save Larissa and the other passengers from the fanatical men who have taken control of the aircraft. Can he save his passengers from certain death? Will he have a happy future with the woman of his dreams...or die trying?

I've never had a thing for pilots, or uniformed men for that matter, but after reading "Hostages of Love" I don't think I'll be looking at pilots in quite the same way again.

From the beginning, the author Sophie del Mar, has already captured my attention. She presents us with very sexy, Captain Sean Merrick, and a plane which will be boarded with beautiful actors under his expert command, simple enough. Whatever could happen? The flight is delayed, but Ms. Del Mar knows her stuff and she is able to range from fun sexual games: the naughty stewardess (oh la la!), the harem (oh dear!) to the simple down to earth encounters, all in the blink of an eye. And, all of it written in a natural way which flows easily but still caused me to blush, smile and feel every inch of what's happening through her well plotted characters.

The action rolls on and a nervous giggle escaped my lips from all the built up tension. Tension, which at times almost turns to horror, and causes me to whisper an "Oh no!" or cover my mouth in distress. But "Hostages of Love" is so much more! It also has room for pleasant surprises, pity or anger that surges for certain characters and moments, humorous times and good advice, which can be taken and enjoyed by all.

Ms. Del Mar and her "Hostages of Love" have made me a captive, one that's not willing to give up her smile any time soon. This short story is definitely a reread." --Bittersweet, Long and Short Reviews

 

Excerpt


STORY EXCERPT



A Greek god in a pilot's uniform.

That was Larissa's first thought as she stared at the blond Adonis who stood across the room from her.

As if sensing her gaze on him, the man turned his head in her direction. Their eyes met and held. As time lost all meaning, she greedily devoured the sight of him like a starving person suddenly confronted with a huge banquet. Continental plates could have shifted and the earth could have spun out of its orbit, but she wouldn't have noticed. She found herself unable to tear her gaze from his, and he matched her stare with equal intensity.

Suddenly, her view of him was obstructed by a group of people who congregated around the table and began taking pictures of Ian.

She leaped from her chair, spilling her glass of wine across the crisp, linen tablecloth.

“I'm sorry,” she said to no one in particular. “Please excuse me.”

When she made her way through the throng of autograph seekers and was finally able to see past the gauntlet of human bodies, the maitre'd stood alone at his station. The airline employees had disappeared. The restaurant was filled to capacity, and she took her time scanning each table in search of the handsome face she had glimpsed for one brief moment.

Where was he?

Then she saw him through the French doors at the entrance to the restaurant. He was walking away and would soon be absorbed into the crowd of people in the lobby.

No!

She weaved between tables as she kept her eyes focused on the back of his head. She could still see him, but he was almost out of her field of vision.

Her heel snagged on the carpet and she stumbled forward. Before she could stop herself, she landed face-first on the floor.

“Are you all right, miss?” One of the waiters hurried to her side and helped her to her feet.

“Hey, it's Larissa Christie,” said a voice from a nearby table. “I told you it was her. Could we have your autograph?”

Ignoring all distractions, Larissa sprinted through the restaurant and then out the front entrance. Once in the lobby, she looked in every direction but her golden Adonis was nowhere to be seen.

After a long moment, she walked slowly back to the restaurant.

“Excuse me.” She caught the maitre'd's attention. “There was a party of airline employees who were just here. Do you know where they went?”

He shook his head. “I'm afraid not. I told them without reservations we couldn't seat them tonight. As you can see, we're fully booked.”

“Did they say where they were going?”

He frowned. “I don't think so. They were disappointed, but didn't say anything about their plans for the evening.”

Larissa's face crumpled, and for some unfathomable reason she felt like bursting into tears.

The maitre'd eyed her stricken expression and said quickly, “If it helps you, I know they're staying here at the hotel.”

“They are?” Adrenaline flooded her system. “How do you know that?”

“Because I heard them talking about their flight being canceled due to the weather, and this was the only hotel with available rooms. They joked about the airline not being happy about paying for rooms at the Highsmith because they're rather expensive.” He laughed. “I gather this isn't the usual venue for airline personnel on layovers.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you so much.”

“No,” he stammered. “Thank you, miss.”

She hurried over to the hotel's front desk where the clerk confirmed there were eight employees of Euro Air staying at the Highsmith. However, he refused to give up their room numbers.

“This is very important,” she pleaded with him. “It's something of an emergency.”

He frowned. “I'm sorry, but I can't give out confidential information.”

Larissa decided it was time to pull out the big guns. Leaning forward on the counter, the better to display her cleavage, she gave him a breathtaking smile.

“Can't you please help me?” she purred in a sexy, confidential tone. “I'll make it worth your while.”

After promising him an autographed picture and a kiss, she finally received the information she sought.

“I can't give out room numbers, but they're all staying on the second floor,” he said. “They're booked into the smaller rooms near the balcony which overlooks Hyde Park.”

Then he closed his eyes and she gave him a long, lingering kiss on the lips. She felt it was a small price to pay for such important information.

“Thank—thank you,” he murmured as she hurried away from him.

When she returned to the restaurant, Verna Rae was explaining to Ian how she would have fixed his last film and made it even better.

“Where have you been?” he interrupted her litany of complaints to address Larissa.

She smiled at him without speaking.

“You're flushed,” he said. “What happened to you?”

She touched her cheek. “I'd like to leave now, if you don't mind.”

As they walked toward the elevator, he eyed her with suspicion. “Are you going to tell me why you look like the cat who just ate the canary?”

She shook her head. “I'd rather not tell you because it's ridiculous if I say it out loud, like something which might happen to a schoolgirl and not a grown woman.”

“Well little schoolgirl, I promise I won't laugh at your ridiculous story.”

“Promise?”

“Cross my heart.”

She sighed. “Tonight I saw a vision.”


ADULT EXCERPT



“Do you know what happened last night?” she whispered.

“I haven't a clue.”

She grinned. “Absolutely nothing.”

He stared at her in confusion. “Nothing?”

“We came up here after the party, and I was determined to have you.” She licked her full lips. “I even took off your clothes.”

She unbelted the robe he wore and slowly slid it down his shoulders. “But you passed out on me.”

Things were moving too fast.

“Listen.” He pushed her hand away. “I'm old enough to be your—”

“I don't want to hear it.” Her voice was firm. “The way I see it, you're as hot as two twenty-year-old men. Even hotter.” She sighed. “Do you know how many flight attendants have a crush on you? Women and men? They talk about you all the time, but I was the one determined to have you.”

“Women and men?” Sean was shocked into silence at the thought.

Fiona nodded. “Believe it.”

She tilted her head to one side as she studied him. “Why don't you ever fool around on layovers?”

He fought the overwhelming urge to flee the room, to escape before it was too late. “My wife—”

She put a finger to his lips. “I know, and I'm sorry.”

As she massaged his chest with gentle strokes as if calming a wounded animal, Sean found himself relaxing as he gave himself over to the pleasure of her touch.

“Do you know how long I've wanted you to jump me and have your way with me?” she said softly. “Last night I decided to take matters into my own hands since you weren't going to make the first move.”

“You did?”

“The times we've flown together, I've bumped up against you but you never noticed. I've smiled at you, flashed my leg, my chest, everything I could think of, but nothing worked.”

Sean shook his head. “I had no idea.”

“I've imagined how it would be between us a thousand times.” Her eyes glittered with lust. “I'd be working in the galley and bending over for something and then you'd be behind me. You'd pull up my skirt, pull down my panties to my ankles, and then you'd take me right there. No foreplay at all, just take me hard. Only a few feet from where a hundred passengers sat.”

Sean's arousal grew as she told him her fantasy. He couldn't stop himself from reaching out and touching one of her ample breasts. He wondered what she would look like naked. She was a voluptuous woman, not a pencil-thin model. As Robert would say, there was just more of her to screw.

“Sometimes you'd tell me I'd done something wrong,” she continued. “Like I hadn't served dinner fast enough and I needed to be disciplined.”

“Disciplined?” He controlled the urge to rip off her clothes and throw her on the bed.

“You'd spank me and tell me I better shape up or you'd report me.”

He chuckled as he squeezed her breast. “Actually, I think you're in pretty damn good shape.”

“Am I?” She slid off his lap and knelt in front of him. Taking his erect cock between her hands, she stroked it before flicking her tongue up and down the shaft.

He closed his eyes and groaned with desire.

Her voice was husky with desire. “I think you're the one who's in pretty damn good shape, captain.”

“Under the circumstances, I think you can call me Sean.”

“No, captain.” She shook her head. “That's not how the game is played. You're always The Captain, even when you're fucking my brains out.”

“Oh, I see.” His body hummed with life. He was on fire, about to spontaneously combust if she continued to touch him.

He took her breasts in his hands and squeezed them.

“Pinch my nipples,” she moaned. “Pull them, pinch them.”

Reaching under her bra, he felt her thick nipples spring to life in his hands. He twisted them between his fingers, careful not to hurt her.

“Oh yes.” She closed her eyes. “I like to be the submissive one. Why else would I become a flying waitress and take all that passenger abuse?”

“I hadn't really thought about—”

“Would you like to play with me now?” Her voice was a soft purr. “We can pretend we're in the galley.”

He swallowed hard. “I'd like that very much.”

She removed her white uniform blouse as she walked over to the bed. She wore a see-through, black bra which left nothing to the imagination. She got down on her hands and knees on the mattress, favoring Sean with such a sexy, hungry gaze he leapt up from the chair.

“What do I do?” He wondered if all young women these days were as kinky as Fiona or was she unique? It had been a long time since he'd slept with anyone other than this wife. Not since he'd married Amanda five years before.

“Come up behind me,” she said. “And then lift up my skirt.”

He slowly lifted her skirt, revealing a black garter belt and matching stockings. As he raised the skirt higher, he saw the sheer, see-through panties which matched her bra.

“I had no idea you ladies wore these things under your uniforms.” He found it hard to speak because of his labored breathing.

“We don't. I'm off-duty until tomorrow, but I wore this just for you. I knew if I ever got the chance to fuck you, I'd wear my uniform as if we were on a plane.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes it is.” She cleared her throat and then spoke to him in her professional flight attendant's voice. “Is there something you need in the galley, sir? Have I done something to displease you?”

He didn't speak for a moment, but then found himself playing along with the scenario.

“As a matter of fact, you were fifteen minutes late with the food service,” he said in his most authoritative voice. “That's unacceptable on one of my flights.”

“I'm sorry, sir. Please don't report me. One more demerit and they'll fire me!”

Her voice sounded genuinely repentant, and he wondered how many times she'd played this particular game with other men. Enough times to get it perfect, he guessed.

He frowned at her. “My flight attendants do as they're told. When I say jump, you say how high.”

“Yes, sir.”

“You seem eager to learn, so perhaps I could discipline you myself. That way you won't lose your job.” His hand slid between her legs as he stroked the flesh of her inner thigh. Then he slid his hand under the fabric of her panties, finding the spot which was moist and inviting.

“Thank you, captain.” She moved her butt back and forth as he stroked her. “I assume standard discipline is in order.”

“Very much in order.” He caressed the length of her thighs, reveling in the feel of silky stockings beneath his fingers.

“Then pull down my panties, sir.” She looked over her shoulder at him. “I'm sorry. Please forgive me for telling you how to do your job.”

“I'll let that one slide.” Pulling down her panties, he gazed in admiration at her full, curvaceous backside.

Her voice was a breathless whisper. “Please spank me.”

He spanked her softly with the palm of his hand.

“May I have another? Harder this time please!”

He spanked her a little harder, and a pink area the size of his hand appeared on her shapely bottom.

“Harder,” she begged.

He whacked her again and her flesh jiggled with the movement.

Baby fat, thought Sean, in all the right places.

She flung herself back on the bed and then thrust her hand between her legs. She looked at Sean with a defiant expression as she nibbled on her lower lip.

“Did I give you permission to touch yourself?” he demanded, sensing what she wanted from him.

“I'm sorry but I want you to fuck me. I just couldn't wait.”

“You'll wait until I'm good and ready, girl.” He forced his expression into a serious frown when all he wanted to do was laugh at the silliness of her little game.

It might be a game, but it was having the desired effect. His cock was iron between his legs.

“You've forced me to do this.” He grabbed her panties and they tore with a loud ripping sound. Then without warning, he stuck his fingers between her legs and into the warm sanctuary of her body. His fingers were soaked as he thrust them in and out of her pussy.

He leaned forward to kiss her.

“No,” she said firmly. “That's not part of the game. No kissing.”

He gave her an apologetic shrug as he spread her legs and pressed his lips to the downy softness of her pussy. She didn't seem to mind this, so he kissed and licked her until she whimpered like a kitten.

“Take off your bra,” he commanded.

Her eyes were bright with anticipation as she removed the undergarment and threw it across the room.

He lay back on the bed and folded his hands behind his head. “Now, walk around the room so I can inspect you.”

Fiona walked back and forth in front of the bed wearing only a garter belt, black stockings and heels. Her hair was pinned up and she managed to look dignified and professional, even though she was practically naked. Sean found this to be an amazing aphrodisiac, and he stroked himself as his gaze followed her progress around the room. She was definitely a world class beauty. Her firm, round breasts and prominent pink nipples seemed to beg for attention.

“Will that be all, captain?” she purred. “Or do you require something more?”

“Get on this bed, you little tart. The discipline isn't over yet.”

“Whatever you say, sir.” Rushing to the bed, she got down on her hands and knees once again.

Sean enjoyed this first taste of decadent, sexual power in the bedroom, even if they were only pretending. He pinched her bottom and then spanked it. “I want some of this. Come and sit on my face.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And make yourself useful while I'm licking your ass.”

“It'll be my pleasure, sir.”

She straddled his body and then took his cock in her mouth. He slid his tongue into her pussy and then nibbled on her substantial bottom as she sucked him. As his licking became more feverish, Fiona moved her hips back and forth across his face. He hoped she wouldn't break his nose with her frenzied gyrations. As she moved faster and faster, back and forth, and from side to side, Sean felt himself ready to come. He wanted to last longer, so he rolled out from under her and took a deep breath.

“On all fours,” he commanded.

She quickly obliged.

He poised himself behind her. “I don't want to disturb the other passengers so I'm closing the curtain.” He paused for effect. “Now I'm going to fuck your sweet, little cunt.”

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