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July 8, 2017
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Mine to handle. Mine to punish.
Mine.
I’m a lone wolf, and I like it that way. Banished from my birth pack after a bloodbath, I never wanted a mate.
Then I meet Kylie. My temptation. We’re trapped in an elevator together, and her panic almost makes her pass out in my arms. She’s strong, but broken. And she’s hiding something.
My wolf wants to claim her. But she’s human, and her delicate flesh won’t survive a wolf’s mark.
I’m too dangerous. I should stay away. But when I discover she’s the hacker who nearly took down my company, I demand she submit to my punishment. And she will.
Kylie belongs to me.
Preview – Kylie and Jackson’s first meeting in a stalled elevator
Actually, my wolf senses went haywire the moment she stepped onto the elevator. It was all I could do to keep quiet and study her. Her scent intoxicates me—like some exotic flower begging to be plucked, except decidedly human. None of it makes sense. There’s no reason I should be attracted to her, apart from the fact that she’s gorgeous. I’ve never been attracted to a human before—hell, I’ve hardly ever been attracted to a she-wolf, even at full moon.
To make it worse, she became aroused when I touched her—the scent of her nectar fills the confined space. For the first time in my life, my fangs sharpened, slick with serum, ready to sink into her flesh and forever mark her as mine.
But that is insane. I can’t mark a human—she wouldn’t survive it. This human—beautiful though she may be—can’t be my mate.
I look her over, at a distinct advantage because I can see in the dark and she can’t. She’s stunning in every way—long, shapely legs, an ass that fills her short skirt and batgirl tits. That is, she has a hot pink bat on the front of her shirt, right over a pair of perky tits. And something about that bat just throws me over the edge. Spunky little super hero, begging to be bested.
Guess that makes me the villain.
“What’s your name?” she asks.
I hesitate. “J.T.”
“I’m Kylie. I’m here for an interview, so I was nerved up to begin with.”
I don’t do friendly. I discourage my employees from engaging with me except to give me information in its most distilled format. But for some reason, I don’t mind her feeble attempt at conversation. Which doesn’t mean I’ll bother answering.
I’m too busy convincing my wolf not to jump her.
She tries again. “What department are you in?”
I’m not going to admit I’m the CEO. “Marketing.” I infuse the word with the disgust marketing inspires in me. It’s true that the majority of my time is now spent on marketing or management, when I’d much prefer programming and never interacting face-to-face with another soul.
She laughs, a husky, sweet sound. Despite the fact that she can’t see me, she peers up in my direction with a look of fascination on her face. Her hair, a thick shiny chestnut, hangs in loose waves over her shoulders. It’s too dark to tell the color of her eyes, but her full lips are glossed, and the way they part now makes me want to claim that lush mouth.
“One of those guys, huh? That is sad.”
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Surrender is not survival.
Claire is desperate. Her once thriving city lies in ruins. The strongest of the three human dynamics, Alphas, have grown feral. Common Betas circle like vultures. The lowest in the hierarchy, rare and weak Omegas like Claire, are being destroyed. Sheltering amidst a dwindling enclave of frightened Omega women, Claire cannot provide enough to feed them all; her friends are starving.
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June 27, 2017
The Russian is now live! 99 Cents Through July 2nd
My novella The Russian, featured in Hero Undercover (live today!) features a bad boy Russian mafia enforcer (actually undercover with the FBI) who falls in love with the woman he’s supposed to be roughing up.
My inspiration came from a couple recent movies. Have you seen Child 44 with Tom Hardy? (and does anyone else have a Tom Hardy crush?) The scene where he holds his wife against the wall by the throat and punches the wall beside her? SWOON. I can’t find a clip of it on YouTube, only this one. (Some other time, let’s talk about the new Mad Max with Tom Hardy…loved the sex slave aspect of course).
The other movie inspiration was The Man from U.N.C.L.E. I love the passionate glowering Russian. And of course, I adored the scene with a spanking threat! 
June 15, 2017
In Memorium – Rollin Hand/Jordan St. John
[image error]I wish to join with the Spanking community today in remembering and honoring Rollin Hand, who published spanking fiction under the name Jordan St. John. Rollin died June 1st.
Rollin write hundreds of spanking romance stories and was one of the first bloggers and authors I “met” when I arrived on the scene in 2012. He always participated in my blog, back when I was blogging, and had friendly words for everyone.
I had the opportunity to meet him in person at a Stormy Night retreat in 2015 and found him to be a wonderful, amiable person. I wish to honor his huge contribution to the spanking blogger and author community today and my prayers go out to his wife and family.
June 5, 2017
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June 1, 2017
“This Body Belongs to Me” The Doctor Dom in His Human Vessel
His Human Vessel, Book Five in my bestselling Zandian Masters series is now live and available on Kindle Unlimited. I have a juicy extended preview for you today:
EXCERPT
Another sharp jab bit her other cheek. Apparently he was perfectly capable of injecting her with only one hand. “Ow.”
He tugged her head back more. “It’s not your place to question me, Bayla.” He said it so calmly, she wanted to knee him in the balls.
“Oh, really? Because it’s my body you’re injecting. Shouldn’t I know what’s going on?”
“It’s not your body. You made a choice just one planet rotation ago, and you gave it to me, to science. This body belongs to me.” He slapped the back of her thigh and shifted her off his lap and onto her feet on the floor. “Now, you will walk to the cabinet over there and bring me the box of implements.”
She stared at him. Not in disbelief, because she’d fully expected punishment. If she was honest with herself, she’d admit she’d goaded him. No, she couldn’t stand the lack of emotion, the lack of reaction from him. It drove her crazy.
She should seduce him. Getting him turned on had been her entry point to getting a reaction out of him. But she wasn’t in the mood. If she were smart, she’d get moving before she earned herself more punishment. She trudged to the cabinet, retrieved the box in question, and watched him rooted through it.
Her traitorous pussy moistened at the entire scenario—standing naked before him, knowing what he planned to do to her, waiting while he made his selection. He drew out a thin wooden paddle—more like a flat spatula.
Just the sight of it made her contrite, already regretting her bad behavior. She dropped to her knees. “I’m sorry I was ill-behaved, Master.”
He cupped her chin and lifted it, stroking her cheek with his thumb. The emptiness behind his eyes faded, and a trace of warmth returned. “That’s a pretty sight.” He studied her for another beat, and her body came alive under his appreciative gaze, nipples tightening, skin tingling. “You’re sorry you’re getting a spanking.”
“Yes, Master,” she admitted.
His lips twitched. “I have not instilled enough fear in you, have I?”
Her pussy and belly both clenched as one part fear, one part excitement zoomed through her.
He glanced at his cuff, probably noting her mounting arousal. “Over my lap,” he commanded.
Tummy twisting, she stood and folded herself over his lap, which he’d angled to accommodate her torso on the sleepdisk.
The wooden paddle clapped down on one of her cheeks, and she sucked in air so fast she choked on it. Coughing her outrage, she squirmed, not managing to dodge the next smack that caught her other cheek.
“Hands behind your back.” Daneth’s deep command cut through her internal scream.
What would happen if she disobeyed? Not worth the risk. Not when each firm smack had her eyes watering. She put her wrists at the small of her back.
“Connect wrist cuffs,” he barked, never pausing in delivering her punishment. “You have been naughty all planet rotation.” He made the strokes harder.
She whimpered, rolling her hips on his lap as if it might help her dodge the blows.
“Now you will find out what it’s like to have a spanking on cheeks already sore from fresh injections.”
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Master.”
“The injections contained hormones to support the implantation.”
She lost her breath from the flurry of hard spanks. If she’d thought his hand was worse than the leather paddle, she now knew wood was the worst.
“What difference does it make to you?”
“None,” she mumbled. He was right. It made no difference—not when she had zero choice about what he was doing. And she’d never been informed about her medications back at the fertility farm. “I was a brat! I’m sorry.”
To her surprise, Daneth stopped spanking her and chuckled. He ran his large hand over her twitching buttocks, soothing away the throbbing sting. “It’s hard to stay angry with you, pretty girl.” His hand stroked down the outside of one of her thighs and came up on the inside. “When you’re so vecking adorable.”
She sucked in her breath when his fingers arrived at her core.
“When you’re wet for your master.”
She spread her legs.
“Do you want your master’s cock?” He pinned her clit between his knuckles, capturing the little nubbin of pleasure and holding it prisoner.
“Y-yes, please.” The words rasped from her throat.
“Where do you want it?” He squeezed it, making her writhe, sweat breaking out all over her body.
“There,” she moaned. “My pussy.”
“No.” He gave her pussy a slap. “Your pussy doesn’t deserve my cock.” To her dismay, he abandoned her clit and coasted back, bypassing the entrance to her pussy and rubbing the pad of his finger over her anus.
“No,” she groaned. “Not there.” Despite her background as a breeder and her training for sex, she was an anal virgin. And the idea of taking Daneth’s huge purple cock back there made her thighs go weak.
Daneth’s hand disappeared and returned to her vaginal opening with some kind of probe. He inserted it without any kind of preparation. Not that she needed it. Her pussy dripped with moisture, pulsing with flashes of white-hot desire.
The probe whirred to life, setting up a vibration that stirred her entire pelvis.
She bit the coverlet and moaned, pussy clenching down on the device.
“Where do you want my cock, Bayla?”
Oh stars. Was he really still asking? He wanted to take her ass.
One part of her rejected that notion thoroughly. The other part moaned. Out loud.
Daneth rubbed something cool and liquid over her anus—a lubricant. Something pressed at her back entrance. Not his finger—another probe.
She squeezed her anus and her butt cheeks, but Daneth began pumping the vibrator inside her pussy, touching it to her G-spot on her inner wall.
She cried out, fingers splaying to take fistfuls of fabric, back arching to offer her ass up to him.
He pressed the hard, rounded tip of the plug against her anus, insisting.
Against her will, the ring of muscle relaxed, and he slid the plug inside.
This time, the moan that came from her mouth sounded more like a feral animal than human.
“Where do you take my cock when you’ve been naughty, Bayla?”
Her sphincter stretched and relaxed as he pumped the plug, and she found the sensation far more pleasurable than she could have imagined. “Oh stars, Master. Please.”
“Please what, Bayla? Please veck your ass?”
“P—please” she panted, not sure what she begging for. “Please veck my ass, Master.” She must be out of her mind.
Yes, definitely out of her mind.
Daneth lifted her off his lap and placed her fully on the sleepdisk. His hands were surprisingly gentle, and she found her body more than willing to submit to his touch. It was as if her body knew he was born to command it, all resistance leaving with the surety of his handling. He lifted her hips and shoved a pillow under them.
“Don’t worry, sweet girl. I’m a doctor. Do you think I’d ever allow damage to your glorious body?”
His words intoxicated her. Her eyelids drooped closed as she settled her face into the mattress and spread her legs wide.
Take me, Master.
More lubricant. The rustle of clothing then the dip of the mattress as Daneth climbed up behind her.
She held her breath, tensing, but all he did was pump the two probes in and out of her holes, first together, then alternating.
She gave a high-pitched cry—half whining for completion, half moaning her satisfaction.
He removed the anal plug and replaced it with the head of his cock. Though she’d feared it for its size, the prod of stiff flesh was so much more satisfying than the hard plug.
“Yes,” she moaned.
“When you’re naughty, Master has to veck your ass.”
Her pussy tightened around the vibrator. Daneth eased into her back hole. It was far too much, yet the pleasure outweighed the discomfort.
“Say it.”
Huh? As she clawed at the bedcovers, she scrambled to understand his command. Oh. “When I’m naughty,” she panted, sobbing as he drove deep into her ass, “Master has to veck my ass.”
Oh stars. It was too much. Too incredibly hot. She wished her hands weren’t clipped behind her back because she desperately wanted to work the vibrator in her pussy. “Please, Master. Oh please. Please please please.”
As if he read her mind, he shoved his hand under her hips and went for her clit.
It was too much. Sensation exploded into a zillion particles, dancing lights all around her. Her entire body convulsed as her pussy clenched and released on the vibrator and Daneth rocked in and out of her punished ass.
“Master,” she wailed, not sure why she felt like both laughing and sobbing, dying and being reborn all at once.
“Yes, your Master knows what you need.” Daneth’s deep voice seemed to surround her, wrapping her up in a blanket of his presence.
He certainly did.
When the most mind-blowing orgasm of her life had finished, she vaguely realized that before Daneth, her orgasms had been paltry imitations of the real thing. Nothing—nothing—came close to what she experienced with him.
“Lie still and take it,” he growled, bracing himself beside her and pumping smoothly in and out of her ass while she lay collapsed and compliant beneath him. He came a moment later, roaring his satisfaction into her ear before he bit it, filling her ass with hot streams of his essence.
She wept then. Not for any reason other than satisfaction and release.
“Precious girl,” Daneth murmured, kissing the back of her neck as he slowly eased out. “How do you always manage to make me lose control?”
She smiled into the covers, irrationally pleased at that statement.
HE PURCHASED HER TO BEAR A CHILD…HE WILL ALSO OWN HER SUBMISSION.
Bayla’s destiny had been set from the beginning. Her body would be used for sex and breeding. Nothing changed when the sexy Zandian doctor purchased her from the baby farm and brought her to his examination room.
Nothing. And everything.
Daneth has always lived in his head, letting science govern his thoughts and choices. Having Bayla in his lab shouldn’t change that, but somehow the submissive human female gets under his skin. No matter how harshly he punishes her, she responds to his touch with passion, sparking a lust that threatens to distract him from his plans.
When Bayla learns Daneth has a weakness for her, she presses her advantage, but she has no desire to bear yet another child and have it taken from her arms. If only she could figure out how to stay with the dominant alien doctor but avoid the pregnancy…
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May 31, 2017
Daddies Take Control by Kelly Dawson
My friend Kelly Dawson has a yummy new release–Daddies Take Control!
Blurb:
Jen McLeod’s life is falling apart. Having been caught selling marijuana as a last resort to pay for her brother’s expensive, highly specialized medical care, she faces the loss of her job and the potential for jail time. Penniless, desperate, and unsure what to do, she foolishly tries to steal a wallet from Luke Lewis, an old boyfriend, only to be chased down by his brother Cody.
Luke still has a place in his heart for Jen, and after the two brothers listen to her story they promise not to report her theft to the police if she will accept a punishment from them instead. Seeing no other choice, Jen agrees, and a few moments later she is sobbing and promising to be good as her bare bottom is soundly spanked.
The humiliating punishment leaves her with blushing cheeks and a burning backside, but afterwards Luke holds her in his arms and comforts her, and then the brothers make her an incredible offer. If she will be their little girl, obeying their rules and submitting to their discipline, they will bring her to live with them and provide for all of her needs.
Though she is shocked by their generosity and wonders if all of this might be too good to be true, the brothers quickly prove they are serious about taking care of Jen. She soon finds herself being bathed, cuddled, and spanked when she is naughty, and when the two brothers claim her beautiful body completely their firm, dominant lovemaking leaves her spent and satisfied. But can she learn to behave or will she spend most of her days with a bright red bottom?
Publisher’s Note: Daddies Take Control is a stand-alone sequel to Daddy Takes the Reins. It includes spankings, sexual scenes, and age play. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
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Excerpt
“Cody’s going to put you across his knee and spank your bare bottom,” he informed her. “And I’m going to watch.”
He heard her sharp intake of breath, saw the colour drain from her face. He watched her stiffen when Cody first took her hand but she visibly relaxed when he stroked her knuckles with his thumb. And she didn’t appear to struggle as Cody tugged her gently down across his lap. She didn’t move when Cody eased her pants down her thighs, sliding both her jodhpurs and knickers down to her knees, and then locked her legs in place beneath one of his. Cody rested his palm on her naked bottom, waiting.
The whole time, Jen stayed frozen, her eyes wide in shock, her hands trembling. Luke could see her biting her lower lip; any harder and she’d put her teeth through it.
“Give me your hands.” Reaching forward, Luke picked up her fingers, entwining them in his, holding them gently, feeling her trembling hands still as he held them. “Look at me,” he commanded softly.
She looked at him through her lashes, her eyes showing just the hint of fear. He felt the tiniest thrill of satisfaction at her panic. It was nothing less than she deserved – she’d stolen from him, after all.
“You are to hold my gaze while Cody turns your bottom red. I want you to look into my eyes while you are being punished and remember why you are here – that you attempted to steal from me.”
Her eyes dropped to the floor as her face turned beet red.
“Jen,” he prompted, injecting just enough sternness into his tone to be taken seriously.
Cody’s hand landed sharply on her bare bottom, the crack of flesh upon flesh echoing loudly around the small room. Jen jumped, her mouth falling open in shock.
“Look at me,” Luke commanded.
She did.
Cody’s flattened palm fell again and again, peppering her bottom with swats in a fast, regular rhythm. Jen flinched with every smack, but now that she held Luke’s gaze, it didn’t waver. Her eyes filled with tears as the spanking continued, but still she kept looking at him.
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Kelly Dawson loves anything to do with horses, rodeos and cowboys, and loves to get lost in a good book – preferably one containing spanking!
A life-long closet-spanko, Kelly started writing spanking stories on every spare scrap of paper in the house as a child. So when she discovered the internet and spanking romance along with it, she was most excited. But it took her a good decade of devouring these stories before she got up the courage to submit her own. And now, here she is, 8 books later, with a plethora of ideas still to write!
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April 15, 2017
You Deserve a Vecking – His Human Rebel #MySexySaturday
It’s been since November since I participated in My Sexy Saturday, but I’m thrilled to join up with the wonderful gang today! I’m sharing from my new release His Human Rebel.
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His eyes narrowed as he studied her face as if to determine culpability. “Sex is not a commodity between us, little female,” he growled. “It’s not something you trade or use to manipulate. You already belong to me.” He knocked her feet apart, shoving one hard thigh between her legs and pulling his knee up until he lifted her to her toes, suspended by her crotch. She rocked her pelvis forward, grinding her clit against the solid muscle. “If you get my cock, it’s because I decide you deserve it. Understand?”
She sucked in a breath, too shocked to speak. White-hot anger flooded through her, along with a trace of fear, but behind it came fully charged lust, which overpowered her indignation. He doesn’t mean it, she chanted to herself. This was the way he approached sex. She’d seen last night how he liked to dominate. And still her hips undulated over his knee, as if he’d been offering her sex instead of threatening to deny it.
She moistened her lips, knowing it would catch his attention, loving the hungry way he stared at them. “Wh-what do I deserve tonight?”
His cock lengthened against her belly. When his mouth descended on hers, flames erupted behind her eyes, turning her vision to a lustful haze of sparking lights. He dragged his open mouth over hers, sucked her lower lip, nipped it. Magically, he had both her wrists pinned with one hand as the other cupped her throat, squeezing only enough for her to register the threat, not enough to hurt or actually block her windpipe. Her pussy clenched as she neared orgasm from a kiss, alone.
She’d thought she knew what sex was all about. Had practiced with a few partners—other slaves at the factory. But this—what Lundric did to her—proved she’d never left the training ground. She knew nothing about blind pleasure, bone-melting desire, a willingness to give herself over to a male who wasn’t even remotely safe. He bit her lower lip again as he pulled away and stared down with a heavy-lidded gaze.
She’d been wrong. His irises weren’t brown—they were violet. And his horns had thickened and leaned toward her, as if they, too, wanted to dominate.
“Oh I definitely think you deserve a vecking,” he rumbled. With his body flattened against hers, his deep voice reverberated through her, sending shock waves down her inner thighs to her curling toes. He nipped her earlobe. “Long, hard and from behind. While you shower. Come on.”
CONSCRIPTED BY AN ALIEN ARMY, SHE PLOTS HER ESCAPE…
Cambry doesn’t believe the aliens’ propaganda for one minute. The Zandians may have saved her from one death, but they planned to send her to another. She bides her time, waiting for her chance to get away and find her brother, enslaved by a different species. The only thing she didn’t count on was Lundric, the tempting Zandian warrior who, for some reason, decided she was his female.
Lundric knew the fierce little rebel Cambry belonged to him the moment he saw her toss that auburn hair in defiance. He knows she hasn’t accepted him or the Zandian’s cause, but he vows to win her, no matter what it takes. But when Cambry steals a ship and attempts to escape, even his harshest punishment may not restore the trust between them.
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February 11, 2017
Theirs – Found and Claimed by Ashe Barker
They found me, saved me; now I am theirsWhen they board a derelict spacecraft in search of valuable scrap metal, the last thing Luca and Sylvan expect is to stumble upon a beautiful, naked woman in need of medical assistance. Despite her protests, they bring her back to their ship, treat her illness, and take it upon themselves to look after her.
After she contracted the virus that wiped out her people and killed everyone else on her ship, Llianna didn’t expect to survive, and she is shocked when she awakens from a comatose state with two men standing over her. Once she regains her health, however, she is horrified to realize that she is about to enter her fertile period, a uniquely vulnerable time for females of her species.
Knowing that she will end up begging Luca and Sylvan to take her in any way they please if she doesn’t act quickly, she flees in her partially-repaired ship, only to be caught, stripped bare, and spanked soundly. The stern punishment leaves her desire burning even more fiercely, and soon she is writhing in ecstasy as her handsome rescuers claim her hard and thoroughly.
Though Luca and Sylvan make it clear that she is free to go once her ship is finally fully operational again, Llianna finds herself yearning to belong to them completely, and as she learns to submit to their firm, loving dominance, her passion for them grows more intense with each passing day. But when she discovers that she is not the last of her kind after all, will she leave the men she loves to live amongst her own people?
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uca continues to hold me, but Sylvan peels his body away from mine. I hear him, his footsteps, the rustle of clothing. He is undressing, and despite my apprehension curiosity overwhelms me. I have viewed images, naturally, but I have never seen a male unclothed, not in the flesh. I turn to watch him over my shoulder.
“Come around to this side,” suggests Luca. “She needs a decent view.”
I appreciate his concern for my comfort. Sylvan obligingly moves around to stand in front of me and I watch with avid interest as he removes his tunic. The sharp contours and rippling musculature of his upper body fascinate me. His hair is a pale colour; it reminds me of the subtle pastel shades of the floral plant life that used to thrive on Fyorli and that now exist only in our databanks. More of this soft, curling hair is sprinkled across his wide chest, disappearing like an arrow down beneath his pants. I wonder if he might allow me to touch it, to trail my fingers through the softness. That thought evaporates when Sylvan pulls off his pants and I am treated to my first view of his cock.
I believed I knew what to expect, but I was wrong. I gasp, my disappointment a bitter, acrid taste on my tongue. This will not work. Human males and Fyorlian females are simply not compatible. He is… huge. He will not fit inside me, it is impossible.
“Llianna, are you all right?” Luca murmurs in my ear. “It’s okay, we can take this as slow as you need.”
I shake my head. “I cannot. It is just too, too…”
“Too what?” presses Luca.
“Too big,” I whisper as I bury my face in his chest again. “It is much too big.”
Both males chuckle, but they seem not to grasp the truth of my words. Do they not have eyes? Can they not see the problem here? It is simple physics, surely.
“Trust us, this is going to be just fine.”
Luca’s assurance utterly fails to convince me. I shall just have to manage, somehow. The phase will pass, eventually. I shake my head and cling to Luca.
“Llianna, I’m going to roll you onto your back. It’ll be easier for you that way.”
“No, no, please, do not do this.”
“Honey, nothing’s going to happen if you don’t want it. We’re just asking you to trust us and give this a try.”
“Human females must be bigger than Fyorlians,” I protest. Can they not work this out for themselves? Did they know all along?
“No, they aren’t, not especially. We’ll go slow. It may be tight, but you will manage this. I promise.”
His voice is low, soothing, and very determined. He has never lied to me before, neither of these
males has, but what Luca is suggesting is quite impossible. Despite the evidence of my own eyes, I do want to believe him. I want to trust him, trust them. My pussy clenches viciously, and I realise I have little choice, really. What is the alternative?
“You will stop, if I ask you to?”
“Absolutely,” affirms Luca.
Sylvan echoes his promise, and the bed dips again as he re-joins us. “Very, very slow, and lots of lube, if you need it, but I doubt if you will. Are you ready to turn over now?”
I gulp, pause for a moment to consider that suggestion, then I manage another nod.
Luca is gentle as he rearranges me on my back. He is behind me, leaning against the pillows at the head of the bed and he pulls me back into his arms. “Lift your hands up, honey, and put them behind my head.”
I do as he asks, the position lifting my breasts as though presenting them for inspection. Sylvan kneels in front of me, and his green gaze is warm, admiring. I feel good, in spite of my anxiety at what is about to happen.
“Gorgeous tits, don’t you agree?” Luca reaches around me to cup my breasts and presses them together. They fill his hands, my stiff nipples poking between his fingers as he squeezes.
“First thing I noticed, after that luscious arse.” Sylvan moves forward, lifting his gaze from my breasts to my face. “I hope it’s still pleasantly sore.”
“It is sore, certainly,” I assure him. The slight quiver in my voice owes much to the trepidation I still feel, but now there is something else too, something warm and pleasant starting to unfurl low down in my abdomen.
“Good. So, Llianna, you’re a virgin, yes? I know there were no males on board the Renascient.”
“That is correct.”
“Okay…”
“But, I do know what is to happen. I have read about it and spoken to other females, older than I, and I understand. That is why I am concerned that, that—”
“Spread your legs, Llianna.”
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February 10, 2017
Blackmailed into Marriage by Christina Mandara
The Velvet Chair is Book One in a Dark Erotica Series called ‘Velvet Lies.’
Blurb
My name is Mark Matthews. I own half of London, and the part I don’t own, I’m working on.
Life was all going swimmingly well until Michael Redcliff entered my life, demanding that I marry his daughter. Actually, swap demand for blackmail. He’s got goods on me that I want no one else to see, so for the time being I need to be his little lapdog.
I’ll marry his daughter. I’ll give him all the status, money and power he can handle… for as long as it takes me to get a divorce. You see, I can’t renege on our little arrangement – but she can. I give her a week. One week and she’ll be screaming the place down for her legal counsel.
Excerpt – Jennifer
My hands were visibly shaking. Flexing my fingers repeatedly, I tried to still the tremors, but they were not to be subdued. It was hardly surprising. Today was the day I walked up the aisle and married… a monster. I was under no illusions that Mark Matthews would forgive me for what had happened, and I could hardly blame him. He’d been manipulated and sexually tortured until he could take no more, and then he’d been neatly cornered. He might have agreed to my father’s demands, but he’d come snapping and biting, feral as a wolf.
I sighed. Today was supposed to be a magical day – every little girl’s fantasy. A gigantic cathedral, a sea of flowers, a big fancy dress, and the man of my dreams. I’d imagined it would be filled with tears of happiness and protestations of love. How stupid was I?
Inhaling a shaky breath, I wondered what Mark would do with me. Having always been the sacrificial lamb in this family, today I was being sent off to the slaughterhouse. When I’d mentioned this to Michael, I’d refused to call him ‘Dad’ a long time ago, he’d laughed and told me to stop being so melodramatic. As if that made me feel any better. Dear old Dad couldn’t care less whether I lived or died, so I didn’t waste my breath trying to plead with him. All I had to do was play my part in this charade and he would be happy. I needed to keep Michael happy at all costs. The trouble was, in order to play my part, Matthews had to trust me, and I had a feeling that trying to coax that emotion out of him was going to be almost as impossible as trying to convince the Queen of England to relinquish her throne. Matthews wasn’t the sort to trust easily, and now that I had lost what little ground I had gained with him, I would be back to square one. Wrong, I thought grimly. I was going to be at least twenty stories below square one, trying to claw my way out with nothing more than my bare fingernails. Facing up to facts, I stifled a sob. The man was going to annihilate me.
Excerpt – Mark
As we pulled out of the Savoy’s car park, Jennifer was a mess. I had little sympathy for her. Each heartbeat that tore through my chest was full of fire, which spat sparks and burned like acid. I was sitting next to a traitor. My body throbbed with emotion, and not the good kind.
I had to admit the dress she’d changed into, just a tiny part of the massive trousseau that was now being shipped to my estate, was rather distracting. It was designed in a glistening oyster silk that caught the light every time she moved. It was seductive enough without the two splits that ran up the side of her thighs, and when she’d seated herself in my car, revealing a vast expanse of soft creamy flesh, my blood pressure had taken a direct hit.
My temper was already simmering in a large saucepan full of resentment, but that turned up the heat considerably. I did not want to be attracted to Redcliff’s daughter. I wanted to abhor her with all that was holy. Desire would weaken my anger, and that must not be allowed to happen. I needed to have a stern talk with my overactive libido and let it know who was boss around these parts.
Little did Miss Redcliff know, but she wouldn’t be requiring clothes for the duration of her stay. I would thoughtfully be providing her with all sorts of novel uniforms, and when she began to bore me, she could just go around naked. I’d decided to train her up to be a sex slave extraordinaire, and it was going to be an exacting and rigorous process. She’d be allowed six hours of sleep a day, and the rest of her hours would be accounted for. Cooking, cleaning, ironing, servicing me, pleasing me, attending to her own personal fitness regime, and some more ‘standard’ training sessions.
Failure to comply with her new routine would produce punishments the likes of which she had never experienced. After her first misdemeanour had been dealt with, I didn’t think there would be many more. I was in bastard-mode, and the girl was going to know about it. She had just become my property and I would deal with her however I saw fit. The mark of my ownership would be indelibly printed on her soul by the time I’d finished with her. The damn woman was going to fear the sound of my footsteps, her body would shrink away from me every time I approached her and she would learn to obey my every whisper or suffer the consequences.
My lawyer had already drawn up two sets of papers, one for an annulment and the others pertained to our divorce. It would probably take all the fun out of the arrangement if Jennifer opted for an annulment, so I didn’t intend to scare her witless in the first few days, but I fully expected the divorce papers to be completed inside of a week. I just needed to push the woman to her absolute limit, and then smash her body into the next dimension. If there was one thing I was good at, it was psychological and physical torture. Okay, so that might be two things. In any case, I’d get those papers signed, sealed, and delivered back to Michael Redcliff before the week was out. Piece of cake.
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Christina Mandara is a USA TODAY bestselling author and tends to write dark romance with lashings of kinky naughtiness. Her favourite pastime is travelling, and if it involves sun, sea and… sand then it’s all good.
In her spare time she’s usually cuddled up with a good book, exploring the countryside or baking in the kitchen. In fact, she loves her kitchen so much she’s one of few woman who wouldn’t mind being tied to it! Her first and foremost love is writing, however, and more often than not you’ll find her on a laptop spinning tales of romance, erotica or dark, paranormal fantasies.
She’s a big fan of BDSM in all of its glorious forms, and her favourite item in the toy closet (a box simply isn’t big enough) is her riding crop.
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The Velvet Chair is Book One in a Dark Erotica Series called ‘Velvet Lies.’
Blurb
My name is Mark Matthews. I own half of London, and the part I don’t own, I’m working on.
Life was all going swimmingly well until Michael Redcliff entered my life, demanding that I marry his daughter. Actually, swap demand for blackmail. He’s got goods on me that I want no one else to see, so for the time being I need to be his little lapdog.
I’ll marry his daughter. I’ll give him all the status, money and power he can handle… for as long as it takes me to get a divorce. You see, I can’t renege on our little arrangement – but she can. I give her a week. One week and she’ll be screaming the place down for her legal counsel.
Excerpt – Jennifer
My hands were visibly shaking. Flexing my fingers repeatedly, I tried to still the tremors, but they were not to be subdued. It was hardly surprising. Today was the day I walked up the aisle and married… a monster. I was under no illusions that Mark Matthews would forgive me for what had happened, and I could hardly blame him. He’d been manipulated and sexually tortured until he could take no more, and then he’d been neatly cornered. He might have agreed to my father’s demands, but he’d come snapping and biting, feral as a wolf.
I sighed. Today was supposed to be a magical day – every little girl’s fantasy. A gigantic cathedral, a sea of flowers, a big fancy dress, and the man of my dreams. I’d imagined it would be filled with tears of happiness and protestations of love. How stupid was I?
Inhaling a shaky breath, I wondered what Mark would do with me. Having always been the sacrificial lamb in this family, today I was being sent off to the slaughterhouse. When I’d mentioned this to Michael, I’d refused to call him ‘Dad’ a long time ago, he’d laughed and told me to stop being so melodramatic. As if that made me feel any better. Dear old Dad couldn’t care less whether I lived or died, so I didn’t waste my breath trying to plead with him. All I had to do was play my part in this charade and he would be happy. I needed to keep Michael happy at all costs. The trouble was, in order to play my part, Matthews had to trust me, and I had a feeling that trying to coax that emotion out of him was going to be almost as impossible as trying to convince the Queen of England to relinquish her throne. Matthews wasn’t the sort to trust easily, and now that I had lost what little ground I had gained with him, I would be back to square one. Wrong, I thought grimly. I was going to be at least twenty stories below square one, trying to claw my way out with nothing more than my bare fingernails. Facing up to facts, I stifled a sob. The man was going to annihilate me.
Excerpt – Mark
As we pulled out of the Savoy’s car park, Jennifer was a mess. I had little sympathy for her. Each heartbeat that tore through my chest was full of fire, which spat sparks and burned like acid. I was sitting next to a traitor. My body throbbed with emotion, and not the good kind.
I had to admit the dress she’d changed into, just a tiny part of the massive trousseau that was now being shipped to my estate, was rather distracting. It was designed in a glistening oyster silk that caught the light every time she moved. It was seductive enough without the two splits that ran up the side of her thighs, and when she’d seated herself in my car, revealing a vast expanse of soft creamy flesh, my blood pressure had taken a direct hit.
My temper was already simmering in a large saucepan full of resentment, but that turned up the heat considerably. I did not want to be attracted to Redcliff’s daughter. I wanted to abhor her with all that was holy. Desire would weaken my anger, and that must not be allowed to happen. I needed to have a stern talk with my overactive libido and let it know who was boss around these parts.
Little did Miss Redcliff know, but she wouldn’t be requiring clothes for the duration of her stay. I would thoughtfully be providing her with all sorts of novel uniforms, and when she began to bore me, she could just go around naked. I’d decided to train her up to be a sex slave extraordinaire, and it was going to be an exacting and rigorous process. She’d be allowed six hours of sleep a day, and the rest of her hours would be accounted for. Cooking, cleaning, ironing, servicing me, pleasing me, attending to her own personal fitness regime, and some more ‘standard’ training sessions.
Failure to comply with her new routine would produce punishments the likes of which she had never experienced. After her first misdemeanour had been dealt with, I didn’t think there would be many more. I was in bastard-mode, and the girl was going to know about it. She had just become my property and I would deal with her however I saw fit. The mark of my ownership would be indelibly printed on her soul by the time I’d finished with her. The damn woman was going to fear the sound of my footsteps, her body would shrink away from me every time I approached her and she would learn to obey my every whisper or suffer the consequences.
My lawyer had already drawn up two sets of papers, one for an annulment and the others pertained to our divorce. It would probably take all the fun out of the arrangement if Jennifer opted for an annulment, so I didn’t intend to scare her witless in the first few days, but I fully expected the divorce papers to be completed inside of a week. I just needed to push the woman to her absolute limit, and then smash her body into the next dimension. If there was one thing I was good at, it was psychological and physical torture. Okay, so that might be two things. In any case, I’d get those papers signed, sealed, and delivered back to Michael Redcliff before the week was out. Piece of cake.
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A little bit about C.P. Mandara:
Christina Mandara is a USA TODAY bestselling author and tends to write dark romance with lashings of kinky naughtiness. Her favourite pastime is travelling, and if it involves sun, sea and… sand then it’s all good.
In her spare time she’s usually cuddled up with a good book, exploring the countryside or baking in the kitchen. In fact, she loves her kitchen so much she’s one of few woman who wouldn’t mind being tied to it! Her first and foremost love is writing, however, and more often than not you’ll find her on a laptop spinning tales of romance, erotica or dark, paranormal fantasies.
She’s a big fan of BDSM in all of its glorious forms, and her favourite item in the toy closet (a box simply isn’t big enough) is her riding crop.
FB: https://www.facebook.com/CPMandara
Twitter: https://twitter.com/cpmandara
Blog: http://christinamandara.wordpress.com/
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