Releasing April 29, 2014
His instructions begin in the hotel room.
“Do you have a garter belt?”
“No. But I do have silk stockings that stay up without a garter. Do you want me to wear those?”
He nods. “And your black stilettos, please.”
It’s not until we get in the taxi that he makes his next request. Once he gives the driver an address, he leans in to whisper in my ear. “Take off your panties.”
I am sitting in the taxi in New York City with Ian Blackmon. The Ian Blackmon of Wall Street, Forbes and People magazine renown. Before our chance encounter, I’d never heard of him. Now I see his name and likeness everywhere I look. Before our encounter, I’d never even dreamed of meeting a man like him. Now I share intimate moments with him. Before our encounter, I’d never been tied up and ravished.
Now I am… frequently.
My name is Ella Strong. Welcome to my brand-new world.
On my third and last trip into that room, he whipped me.
He. Whipped. Me.
He used what he called a single-tail and it left hot-pink stripes up and down my thighs, and rear end. He’d promised me he’d only do as much as he thought I could take, that he wouldn’t exceed my so-called limits, but he breached that boundary and then some. Under the haze of shocking pain, I finally remembered to use my safe word, shouting it at the top of my lungs. When I said the word, he stopped instantly and cast the whip on the floor. Yet I still have nightmares where I scream out the safe word but it falls on deaf ears and the forceful blows keep raining down on me.
He was the man who took my virginity.
From the first moment I saw him in the shop—Archipelago—I wanted him.
Still, I didn’t believe I’d have a ghost of a chance. The man was perfection in every way: looks, grooming, voice, and wallet. I was vastly inferior with my untamed hair, my designer knock-offs, and my pathetic bank account. He had it all over me—just call me Cinderella.
Something about me must have appealed to him, though, because before too long, I found myself in his mansion on the mountain, hoping he’d try to seduce me. To say it didn’t go as swimmingly as it did in my feverish imagination would be vastly understating the situation.
Lulu Astor is a New York City girl, born and bred. She met her husband at a doggie play group in Tribeca in the ‘90s and together they embarked on adventures, moving first to Chicago, where their first son was born, then on to Santa Fe, New Mexico, followed by Los Angeles, Cali. Eventually they headed back to NYC where their second son made his debut shortly thereafter.
Beginning her writing career with nonfiction, she began writing short fiction (her first love) in grad school, moving on to longer works shortly thereafter. She wrote the Complements series in 2010, and it was published on KDP in 2013. Three and a Half Weeks was initially conceived as a short story but evolved into a full-length (very full) novel as time went on.
Immersing herself in fiction (whether reading or writing) every minute possible, she also teaches writing and literature as an adjunct professor in the New York-Connecticut area where she currently resides. Her books are available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords, and Goodreads. You can follow her on Facebook, Goodreads, and Twitter (reluctantly).