What exactly is The First Order?
Peyton Elizabeth currently lives in the Midwest. She has a very supportive family, which came in handy when she decided to switch her financial career of seventeen years to writing.
Like most authors, Peyton has been an avid reader all her life, and she has dabbled in writing since her early teens. To her, reading and writing are an escape from reality. We all have those times when reality becomes too much, and we need something to lighten our hearts. Reading as always given that to her, but recently, Peyton was lucky enough to meet a man who was able to do that for her in a different way. He has shown her that reality can be just as much fun as fiction. As a mother, it’s important to her to show her son that life is full of surprises and that we must cherish every day we are given. Here’s to lightening our hearts!
THE FIRST ORDER [SAFEWORD LLC 1]
Release is only obtained after first being restrained…
Becca Schuler has always fantasized about bondage, but does that really make her depraved? According to an ex-boyfriend, it does.
After losing her job, and with no way to pay her rent, Becca hits a local bar to drown her sorrows. The last thing she expects is to meet a mysterious woman who assures that she can make Becca’s dream a reality. Is there really a company called Safeword LLC that places submissive women with dominant men per their preferences on a simple application?
Knowing she has nothing to lose, Becca fills out the form on www.safewordllc.com. Her placement lands her in the sensual and strict hands of Lane and Ross Ellison, who train her to be their ideal submissive. But when Becca’s fear of not being perfect weaves its way into their lives, she sets out to be just that and unknowingly risks losing it all.
“Not quite,” Ross replied, leaning up against the door. He crossed his arms so that Lane knew he meant business. “What was up with you today?”
“Bullshit. You and I both know that Becca has a streak of insecurity a mile wide. It’s our job, as her dominants, to ensure that she feels safe with us. She needs to trust us—that’s paramount.”
“I’m well aware of that, Ross. I don’t need you to remind me.”
“Then what the hell is your problem? This week couldn’t have gone better if, well, we did plan it, but that’s beside the point. Becca’s exactly what we want, in a woman and a sub. Are you getting cold feet in regards to sharing her?”
“No,” Lane said, shaking his head. He, too, was going to wear a tuxedo. His brother sat down on the edge of his bed, leaning his elbows against his knees. Ross noticed Lane’s right hand was flexing as if he had his favorite stress ball from the office. “I know this is going to sound crazy, but it’s going too well.”
“Yes, too well.” Lane contracted and expanded his hand some more. “Either Kennedy is that damn good at her job, or we fucking suck at finding women. Think about it, Ross. We decided two years ago that we were done playing around with subs from the clubs and started looking for someone that we can share. There was something wrong with every one of them, whether it wasn’t a physical match, emotional or mental. And then Kennedy gets wind that we still haven’t found the one and within two weeks, she brings us Becca.”
“For once in your life, Lane, could you just get with the program?” Ross pushed away from the door and took the few steps toward the middle of the room. “I really don’t want to lose her because you feel something’s too easy for a change.”
“Has there ever been a time in our lives where something was easy?” Lane finally stopped flexing his hand and looked up at Ross. “I’m having trouble adjusting to our business finally running smoothly, the Order about to ask us to serve on the executive committee, and us finding a woman who is our perfect submissive.”
“Not to burst your bubble, bro, but we still have an important meeting regarding additional assets under management next week, the Order hasn’t asked us anything as of yet because they are waiting to see how our two month trial goes with Becca, and as for her being ours—you better get your head out of your ass and help me make sure she remains ours.”
“Trust you to put everything in perspective,” Lane said, giving a light laugh. He finally stood and headed to his dressing room, calling back over his shoulder, “I’m still the older brother.”
“Whatever,” Ross replied, turning on his heels. He couldn’t wait to see what Becca looked like in the dress they picked out. Better yet, he couldn’t wait to see her face when they inserted her new toy. They had two more days before they could fuck her. There was no better time like the present than to get her ready for the two of them. “I still think Mom got us mixed up. You keep acting the way you are, and I’ll start diving into our old birth records to prove it. Now get your ass moving. I can guarantee our little sub is getting impatient.”
“Good morning, Sir,” Becca replied, her apprehension evident.
Lane felt his cock stirring at the uncertainty in her voice. It never failed to arouse him when a woman was unsure of what to say or how to act and then looked to him for direction. After Becca had turned in for the evening, Ross had gone over every detail of the time he’d shared with her. Lane was regretful that he’d missed out, especially when Ross described her first scene, but his business meeting couldn’t be rescheduled. This morning Ross was the one that had had to leave prior to Rebecca’s waking up. “I’m sorry Ross had to depart earlier. It’ll be just the two of us this morning.”
These two months were to be split into getting to know her and furthering her training. He and Ross had discussed her second scene, which would take place this evening, but he had the small task of verifying that she’d followed his orders last night. Once that was out of the way, Lane would take the rest of the morning meal getting to know her.
“Rebecca, come to me and stand in the display position.”
Again, Becca’s trepidation set his blood afire and his cock was now throbbing in need. While she didn’t falter in her walk over to him, he was well aware she wasn’t quite sure what he meant. There were many different positions she would learn and he would enjoy teaching her every one of them. Lane waited until Becca was directly in front of him before relieving her of her anxiety.
“Feet shoulder width apart with a straight posture,” Lane instructed, tapping his fingers on her thigh. The dress Becca was wearing hung a few inches below her pussy, allowing him unhindered access to her. “Your fingers should be linked behind your neck. Chin up and your eyes straight ahead. The majority of the time, when we ask that you take this position, you will be naked.”
Various expressions crossed Becca’s face. Lane couldn’t bring himself to look away from her communicative green eyes, as they appeared to be the windows to her emotions. At first, a fire seemed to ignite within them at his instructions. By the time she was in position, looking out over the panoramic view, Becca’s cheeks had more color and there was uneasiness displayed in her eyes. Had she done what he’d requested last night?
Utilizing his full access to her now, Lane deliberately took his time in lifting her dress. Slipping his fingers underneath the supple fabric, he slowly raised the material up until her bare pussy was on full display. The cleft between her legs couldn’t hide her swollen red clit or the dampness of her slit. Her apparent willingness to please them overwhelmingly satisfied the dominant raging inside of him. Becca’s sweet scent drifted up and he had to close his eyes at her delectable aroma.
“Very good, Becca. I’m pleased that you were able to follow orders.” Lane gently replaced the soft material over her thighs. He knew she probably expected him to touch her, or even go the extreme of giving her release, but Becca needed to be well aware of the disappointment she had generated by not obeying their first command. “Please, join me for breakfast.”
Q: What made you choose to write in the erotica genre?
A: Personally, I love erotica. When I was a little girl, I read every romance story I could get my hands on. It was by happenstance that I stumbled onto an erotica romance book during my late teens. Boy, was that an eye opener! It was like having sugar added to my coffee…addictive and sweet! Writing erotica, instead of reading it, is like having a gooey cinnamon roll with my must-have sweetened coffee.
Q: How do you come up with the sex scenes?
A: I don’t always look at them as sex scenes…more like love scenes. And a person in love can get very creative, especially in bed (or out of bed)! I fall in love with the characters I create, which means it’s easy for them to experience the titillating positions they find themselves in.
Q: How do you come up with the titles to your books?
A: The title of a book usually comes to me about halfway through the story. It can be sparked by a word, a scene, or by one of my characters.
Q: Which do you enjoy more, writing a stand-alone book or a series?
A: In my opinion, there are pros and cons to both. With a stand-alone story, I can create the characters and the storyline without having to think beyond their “happy ending.” Unfortunately, my secondary characters do not get their “happy ending”…well, maybe not on paper, but they do in my mind! In a series, I enjoy seeing where my older characters are months or years down the road. But every word and action they take impacts any future stories for my secondary characters. I tend to be more cautious when writing my series versus a stand-alone book.
Q: Do you remember your first book?
A: Oh yes! I was around nineteen when I wrote an entire novel that had romance, mystery, and science fiction all intermingled. I was so proud of my accomplishment, I even had the manuscript bound in this burgundy hardback cover. Unfortunately, my sister thought it was junk and threw it away! Needless to say, I was devastated and if I bring it up today, she still swears she had nothing to do with it. Oh well, sisters will be sisters!