Title: Edge of Torment
Author: R.B. O'Brien
Genre: BDSM Romance
Release Date: 8 September 2018
At the edge of pleasure often lies a little pain…
He didn’t think he was capable of love; she thought she had everything she ever needed. But when former ballet dancer and entrepreneur Annabelle 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, Annabelle 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 Annabelle 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 Annabelle on the Edge of Torment?
Jesus Christ. No small talk. No getting to know one another. I was becoming uneasy and aroused at once. “Are you going to hurt me or something?” I asked, but I knew he would never, at least not physically.
His look told me he did not find that funny, and I blanched.
“I told you. Some of tonight may be unpleasant for you. Good lessons need to be memorable. Would you like to call it a night instead? Otherwise, dinner is ready...now.”
I didn’t want the night to end. He affected me in ways I had never felt before. I trusted him, but I was scared. Again, I was giving up control, not like me at all. But my body ached to be with him. I knew I was trapped and had no will power to refuse him.
“No. I’m famished,” I finally agreed.
“Good. Remove everything you’re wearing except your panties and tank top.” The way he spoke make me shiver. “Please,” he added.
“What?” I let out a gasp of air.
“You did wear panties tonight, didn’t you, Annabelle?” he said with a hint of sarcasm and humor, and I blushed remembering what he did to me the last time we were together sexually, and he found me panty-less.
“You’re in quite a mood tonight,” I said nervously, yet I smiled. He intimidated me and aroused me at the same time. I didn’t understand these contradictions of feelings.
He glared at me again in such a way that I suppressed my sarcasm as I answered quietly. “Yes. I did. Wear panties.” Why did he have this effect on me? I sounded like a bumbling idiot.
“Good to hear. You can leave on those taunting red shoes you’re wearing if you’d like.”
I just nodded, dumbfounded at what this night had turned into. I was too dazzled by him to think of stopping it.
“Would you like to know what I have in store for you, Annabelle? Now that you’ve decided to stay?”
“Yes,” I whispered, anxiety becoming palpable.
I can’t remember not reading. Even now, I constantly toggle between two to five books on my Kindle in all genres. But I have always been drawn to the more taboo side of storytelling, even as a young adult, from hiding books from my strict Catholic parents as a tween, to getting lost in the erotic section of my favorite bookstore for hours as a college student, discovering such greats as Henry Miller and Pauline Réage.
In my own writing, which I can’t describe as anything but a “trance-like compulsion,” I like to explore the darker nature of relationships, those riddled with the reality of insecurities and human folly. I am drawn to expose the vulnerability, emotional turmoil, and occasional pain that can come from losing oneself in the heat of passion.
I hold a degree in English literature and my writing comes from some hidden, unrecognizable place, very different from the reality of my waking world. I am in love with E.E. Cummings and Anais Nin who continue to inspire me when I write.
“To write is to descend, excavate, to go underground.”—Anais Nin.
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