Show Me, Sir by Sonni De Soto ♥ Book Tour & GIVEAWAY ♥ (Erotica)

Max Wells is a ball-busting, ass-kicking testament to female empowerment, who’s yet to meet the person who can push her down.

Until she meets a man she only knows as Sir.

Shamelessly deviant, Hayato, knows exactly what Max thinks of Dominants like him. So ready to dismiss his lifestyle, she’s the type to assume she knows everything about it and him after one cursory glance from the outside in. But, looking at Max—at her intelligence and passion—he can see more in her than the misconceptions she’s deliberately blinding herself with.

And, determined, he plans to show her more.

Max finds herself fascinated by this man who insists on challenging her every belief as he leads her into his world of dark desires. Matching his clash of wit, will, and seduction, Max begins to question all she knows about what it means to be empowered.

Used to being unquestionably on top, Hayato is intrigued by Max’s formidable delight in playing games and striking deals that shifts his usual power dynamics as they negotiate roles and rewrite rules.

But, just as their game heats up, it gets used against them. Seeking to punish them with their play, someone threatens to drag their private lives out into the public spotlight.

With high stakes and bitter scandal looming over their heads, Max and her Sir will have to work together to show that what the world thinks they are does not define who they are.

Max’s eyes widened in fascinated surprise.
She looked luscious. Looked ripe and full. Soft and curvaceous. Tempting and tasty. Inside the mirror’s silvery space, she was earthy.
“You look beautiful.”
Max jumped with a yelp. Her gaze locked on a figure in one of the mirrors.
Him.
She turned around, expecting to see him behind her, but all she saw was her own reflection in an opposite-facing mirror. She blinked, her eyes doe-like while her chest heaved beneath the cloud-like folds.
“Try the blue one,” his voice said, the sound still disembodied behind the large, standing glasses. “It should look lovely with all that milky skin and lustrous hair.”
Wrapping her arms around her body, she shrunk down onto herself, feeling far too exposed. Her eyes searched the many mirrored surfaces for a glimpse of him, seeing only herself huddled and unable to hide.
“The blue one,” his voice repeated, “the lace negligee. Try it.”
She shook her head. She didn’t want to try it. She wanted to change back into her clothes. Wanted to be suited up again, not naked and alone with him.
About to reach for her clothes, she realized that in order to change back into her suit, she would have to undress again. And, while she felt naked beneath the tiny slip of a gown, feeling naked was a far cry, and a far better state, than actual nudity.
Unable to hide from her own image—not with it reflected back at her from every angle—every flaw, every imperfection seemed magnified in the mirrors.
Her butt that had seemed full and lush before, now looked fat.
Her breasts that had seemed bountiful and free, now looked showy and loose outside the confines of her bra. She flushed with embarrassment when she saw the outline of her nipples like a stain upon the white dress.
In an instant, her mind cataloged—from her hips to her thighs, from her tummy to her barely covered cunt—every blemish she dressed to hide, every part of herself that she never let anyone see.
And she couldn’t hide any of it. Not from herself. And not from him.
“You’re beautiful.” His voice sounded close as if he were pressed just against the mirror’s back.
She looked away, wondering and worried about what he’d seen in her eyes.
“I like seeing you in that slip,” he told her. “I remember seeing it on the website and thinking that the fabric would be so sheer that, in the right light, I could see glimpses of you beneath it.”
Her eyes blinked up, looking again into the glass.
“Like right now, I can see your nipples,” he said, his voice a rasping melody that coaxed her. “The generous curves of your breasts. And if I look really hard,” there was a heavy, charged pause before he said in a low tone, “I can see the hint of hot, wet flesh, pink and full and open.”
Her gaze dropped to the hem of the dress where it cut just beneath the vee of her thighs. She was shocked to see her skin glistening where her legs clenched.
“You’re a pleasure to look at, Max.” His voice was full of rough, ragged heat. “I want to see more. Show me,” he urged. “Put it on.”
“No.” She choked on the words, her voice broken and barely audible, her eyes unable to look away. “Not with you watching.” Staring. Seeing.

Sonni de Soto is an Asian kinkster of color, who loves and lives the lifestyle when she can. Her work involves The Taming School and Show Me, Sir, as well as stories in Between the Shores: Erotica With Consent and The First Annual Geeky Kink Anthology. Like any good nerd, she loves learning new and interesting things about science, art, culture, and, of course, sex and love. She’s always thrilled to hear from readers; you can get in touch with Sonni de Soto at http://sonnidesoto.blogspot.co.uk