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Book 1: Temptation
He didn’t think he was capable of love; she thought she had everything she ever needed. But when former ballet dancer and entrepreneur Natalie 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, Natalie 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 Natalie 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 Natalie on the edge of pain?
Book 2: Fall
As Shakespeare wrote, “The course of true love never did run smooth,” and the love between Michael L. Black and Natalie Smith is no exception.
Having fallen deeply in love with one another, Michael and Natalie’s passionate and, at times, tumultuous relationship continues to teeter on the edge of happiness as they explore their deepest and sometimes darkest desires of games, bondage, and sex. Michael’s dominant tendencies thrive as Natalie craves to submit her body and mind to him, bringing her to sometimes excruciating pleasure. Love never felt so right.
But their relationship will be tested. Truths are hidden. Secrets are revealed. And when Michael’s insecurities inflame his penchant for control and punishment, all the trust and love they have worked so hard to build dismantles itself within one split second. Will they forgive and trust one another again? Or will the betrayal leave them on the edge of devastation?
Book 3: Redemption
The road to love for Michael and Natalie has been a treacherous one. Lies and secrets have kept them apart and in darkness. But out of the darkness shines a light on understanding, self-discovery, and forgiveness. Natalie’s sexual awakening teeters on the edge of completion as she and Michael come to fully embrace and understand the bond they truly share.
But their undeniable bond will not come without more tests. Nothing is easy. And nothing seems to be working in their favor. When a secret is revealed that even Michael doesn’t know existed, it seems fate is out of their hands. All of the peace and self-acceptance they have worked so hard towards leaves them right back to the edge of darkness again. Can they find redemption together, or are they doomed to live a life apart forever?
- Title: Natalie's Edge
- Subtitle: 3 Book Series
- Author: R.B. O'Brien
- Type of Book: eBook, Erotica, series
- Pages: Temptation: 167, Fall: 158, Redemption: 137
- ASIN: Temptation: B00TE9XJSI, Fall: B00XO5F1JI, Redemption: B01426C5MI
I fucking love this series.
Excellent writing. (Almost forgot to mention the writing, which is a good thing. Means that it didn't get in the way of the storytelling.)
Writing BDSM is always a gamble because the audience is varied and opinionated, and many readers are unaware of just how many shades of BDSM there are. (True of any kink, I guess. Many bad reviews come from readers who expected the author to speak to his or her personal preferences.)
This series escalates beautifully. The first book is Natalie's introduction into her submissive nature. Temptation sucked me in hard. I didn't really know what kind of book I was getting into at the beginning. (I bought it because of the ballerina on the cover. Everybody knows I have a thing for ballerinas.) Michael starts playing his game with Natalie the minute they laid eyes on each other in the elevator, and the sexual tension between them is palpable, right from the first scene.
The entire series is heavy on the Dominance/submission and the discipline aspects of BDSM. Michael is a fan of games, and he doesn't play fair. , Early in the series, much of the discipline takes the form withholding reward--denying Natalie's wishes to see Michael and orgasm denial. There is some bondage, but there are no whips and chains. There is no dungeon.
In the second book, the punishments intensify and Natalie sees Michael's cruel side. He causes her real pain for punishment, but unlike other BDSM novels, he doesn't use floggers or paddles. He uses her need to be controlled against her, which in turn stimulates her even further.
All the while, their relationship evolves. They are undeniably in love, but they can't trust each other. The sexual tension is so thick, I had to stop reading at times to catch my breath.
By the third book, I was pulling so hard for them to just be happy together, I was the one feeling frustrated. The author takes BDSM up another notch in this book as well, delving into Natalie's masochistic tendencies. Fortunately, they match Michael's sadism, and it brings them closer while causing more tension between them.
Ms. O'Brien depicts this relationship with beautiful detail and intense heat. The relationship between Natalie and Michael is volatile and all-consuming, and many readers will identify either with Michael's need for control or Natalie's need for someone to control her. It is the hottest thing I've read in a long time, mostly because it hit so many of my personal hot spots.
My favorite things:
- Smart, sexy characters
- Love at first sight
- Realistic relationships
- Intense sexual heat
- Constant tension- both sexual and in the plot
- Unpredictable story line
My least favorite:
- Price. They are pricier than many erotica novels. (UPDATE: Click here for a much lower price!)
The series is a roller coaster of emotions, action, and sex. I was turned on almost the entire time I was reading it. I read so much erotica, many good stories hardly give me a tingle. This one kept me wet for days. I highly recommend the entire series. Don't let the price stop you from buying. They are totally worth it. (Click here for the cheaper link!)
Book 1: Fall
He brought my iPhone into the bedroom, found the ballet Giselle, and let the music play. It put me in a state of deep emotion when I listened to it. My feelings about dance were as mixed up as my feelings were for Michael. Pain and beauty wrapped into one unfathomable emotion. He removed his blue t-shirt and jeans, boxer shorts the only thing remaining on his perfect body as he sat next to me on the bed. He was so sexy. I began to kiss him as if my life depended on it.
“Roll over and let me massage you, Natalie.” His tone created a trance-like reaction in me. I rolled over onto my stomach. He began kneading my neck, then my shoulders, working his way across my back, stopping just above my ass. The music engulfed me and his touches were sensual but relaxing. I was in a state of euphoric relaxation. He began to kiss me lightly, first behind my ears and then over my neck, moving down to trail kisses over my back. Goose bumps appeared all over my body.
“Spread your legs a little for me, Natalie.”
I did, embarrassed at how wet I already was. I tried not to squirm or moan. I wanted it to last, last the whole night.
“I love the way your lower back gathers in this indentation above your ass,” he breathed, kissing the spot. “There’s so much I want to learn about you.”
“Aaah,” I let out, moaning into the pillow. “There’s so much I want to learn about you,” I echoed.
He continued down my legs, first the outside of my thighs all the way down to my calves, lightly tickling my feet, as I moved a little, giggling.
“You’re such a ticklish woman, Natalie. Yet another thing that turns me on about you. So responsive, so sensitive. I like that.”
His fingers stroked the insides of my calves simultaneously, moving slowly up my thighs, stopping just short of my pussy. Skipping over my pussy, he began to lightly tease my ass cheeks with his fingers, kissing me ever so lightly all over my ass, my back, my neck.
“I can taste your saltiness. You are delicious.”
I blushed. “I told you I needed to shower.” A moan escaped my lips again as he continued to kiss my ass, his fingers touching between my legs, lightly brushing my pussy like feathers.
“Maybe later,” he said languidly. “I like the way you taste. Now roll over,” he demanded. “Put your arms above your head and clasp them. Don’t move them. Now, cross your legs and put them in the air, straight up.”
Book 2: Fall
He pushed me away slightly and took my hand and brought me into the suite overlooking Boston. The view was beautiful as the sun finished setting behind the postcard-picture buildings. He placed me on the bed and began to kiss me between his short, breathless sentences. “I missed you too. My trip couldn’t have gone better. I want you naked. Now.”
I lost my steady breathing to sporadic breaths. “Michael, I don’t have time. I have to get ready. I need to dress for the party…unless…unless…you’d like to skip the party?” I asked with a hopeful innuendo in my voice.
“You come here late. You’re not ready. Now you want to argue with me?” He seemed angry yet playful. A deadly combination. “Don’t make me more disappointed than I already am.”
He began by first removing my black ballet flats, kissing my feet as I moaned.
“No time, Natalie?” he quizzed, looking up into my flushed face. “Mmmm. I have missed that moan.”
I breathed far too erratically. “Plenty of time, if you don’t mind being late to your party,” I managed, as he unbuttoned my jeans, pulled down my zipper, and yanked them off roughly.
“Oh, plenty of time, yes, Natalie. But we will not be late…” Oh no. I knew that inflection, that smirk.
“Aaah,” I groaned, my panties completely thrown to the side of the bed.
“Spread your legs for me, Natalie.” His eyes were that dark, sexy, sinister shade.
“Michael.” I shook quietly spreading my legs.
“I’ve missed you,” he said, slowly, delectably kissing my inner thighs and running his tongue in circles on my clit, lapping at me leisurely, torturously.
“I’ve missed you, Michael.” I panted, barely able to catch my breath and thrust my fingers in his hair again, trying to push my pussy up into his mouth. I was so wet, too wet.
“I can see that.” He smiled up at me, straddling me to remove my t-shirt. “Cute t-shirt.” He stared at me, leaving me lying on the bed in only my pink lace half-cami bra. I knew what he was about to do. I struggled to remain calm, still.
His fingers started on my sensitive, erect nipples, as I brought my legs together and his face to mine, kissing him passionately, moaning, diving my tongue into his mouth aggressively, tasting my juices on his tongue.
“Slow down.” He laughed. “So eager for someone who couldn’t find the time to see me earlier today,” he said sarcastically. “On your belly,” he ordered.
I complied. Before I knew what was happening, he handcuffed my hands behind me and swiftly turned me back over onto my back.
He began to tease my overly sensitive nipples as I squirmed beneath him. He sat on my pelvis. “Spread your legs, Natalie,” he ordered again. I paused, unable to pry my legs open. A climax was building inside of me. Jesus. How was that even possible?
“Michael.” I moaned. “Fuck me.”
Book 3: Redemption
“Mmmm,” was all he said. “Mine.”
“Yes. Yours,” I admitted.
He switched sides, licking the tip of my other nipple, which he had made beautifully tender and sensitive from his pinching and fondling, and pulled and twisted the other. It was almost unbearable, the need between my legs flaming, pulsing, begging for attention.
“Please,” I begged. I couldn’t help it.
“Yes. Natalie. In due time. Are you warming up?” he said between licks and pinches. “I love your sensitivity. It’s been too long since I’ve given them the proper attention.”
“Answer the question. Are you warmer?”
“Yes,” I panted. “Too warm.”
“I’ll decide when you’re too warm. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I said, just barely.
“Yes, Sir,” I said without flinching at all.
He smiled. “Mmmm. I like the sound of that.” He licked his lips. “And I’ll see right now if you’re too warm.”
He brought his mouth down my body as he pushed me onto my back again. He kissed and licked down my belly as I squirmed and writhed, anticipating how good it would feel when his lips and tongue found and relieved the ache between my legs.
He pushed my legs open and thrust two fingers into my wet hole and pumped hard and fast.
“Oh my god!”
“My itch to scratch,” he said, pausing to curl his fingers to find my g-spot. My toes curled as I felt an impending orgasm on me. “Itchy, baby?” he taunted.
“Yes! Yes. Please.”
“Not yet. I haven’t given you permission. I’m not done with you. Not quite warm enough for me yet.”
I felt those familiar tears overwhelming me again. The pain. The pleasure. The emotional turmoil and carnal lust I felt for him. I both loved and feared the reckless abandonment of giving up control to him. His dominance. I trembled.
“Ssssh. I’ve got you. I promise. Breathe… and trust me.”
He kissed my inner thighs as I moaned. His thumb lightly grazed my clit, up and down, leisurely, slowly, as his kisses tickled up and down my thighs, occasionally moving up to kiss the wetness of the lips between my legs. I didn’t think I could take much more.
“Michael. Please. I can’t take anymore.”
“Yes. You can. You don’t have a choice. You. Are. Mine. And I know you like it. So enjoy it and put away your guilt.”
He continued his torture upon my searing body, every nerve ending, every fiber attuned to his touch. His hands made their way back up my body, tickling lightly as he went, playing with the soft skin under my breasts. Finding my nipples, he pinched them, causing me to yelp out as his tongue licked strong and fast against my clit.
“I’m going to cum, Michael. I am. It’s coming. May I please cum?”
But he wouldn’t answer me. He licked my clit and darted his tongue into my wet hole as his fingers pulled and twisted my nipples. I was in pure ecstasy as the wave of orgasm began its point of no return.
I could feel his mouth smiling between my legs as he relentlessly licked and probed with his masterful tongue. He paused, “Not yet.”