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February 22, 2017
Protecting His Pet by Measha Stone!
It's hump day, and I am so pleased to be able to welcome Measha Stone to join us with her newest hawt release, Protecting His Pet!
In the book, we meet Kara... After her brother’s life of crime is brought to a sudden end, she fears that she may be the next target of the men who killed him. It comes as a shock, however, when she is taken captive by a mysterious man who promises to keep her safe but quickly demonstrates that he will not hesitate to punish her in any way he sees fit if she disobeys him.
Devin Stinger is certain there is something important that Kara is refusing to share with him—something related to her brother’s death—and he is fully prepared to be as firm as necessary to get her to tell him the truth, even if that means stripping her bare, spanking her hard and thoroughly, and keeping her caged like a pet.
Despite her shame at being made to kneel naked at her captor’s feet, eat from his hand, and surrender her body to him completely, Devin’s dominance leaves Kara helplessly aroused and yearning for him to master her even more thoroughly. When he brings her to the edge of an intense climax only to leave her desperate and wanting, her need for him to claim her properly compels Kara to confess the secret her brother shared with her before his death. But will that information help Devin protect his beautiful pet or will it ultimately put her in greater danger?
Publisher’s Note: Protecting His Pet includes spankings, sexual scenes, extensive pet play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
This sounds seriously scorching, doesn't it? Brace yourself now for the tantalising teaser...
“Time for your shower.” He grinned and started to head back toward the house.
“Here?” she called to him, and he didn’t bother responding. He’d just tied her to a fucking tree, where did she think she was having it?
It was pretty warm for a fall day, which was good—for her.
Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open when he headed back toward her carrying the hose in one hand and a bucket in the other.
“No. No. Not a hose.”
Funny how she thought she had the right to demand anything from him at that moment. After she’d sliced him. After she’d spit at him. After she’d fought and clawed at him. Between the two of them, she had been the most violent.
“Oh, yes, the hose. That’s how I clean my pets, peaches.” Her intake of breath at how he referred to her wasn’t lost on him. Such a little sound really. Most men wouldn’t even notice it, but not Devin. No, he not only noticed it, he basked in those little sounds. The hums, the shocked gasps, the painful cries, the soft murmurs of pleasure, all if it stroked his arousal to an almost painful point.
“I-I’m sorry if I hurt you.” Her apology came fast, her eyes never leaving the bucket as he began to fill it with water. A bar of soap floated in the chilly water along with a rag he’d tossed in there. He was going to enjoy cleaning her.
“I’m sure you are,” he agreed, tilting his head to look up at her. “That doesn’t change much, though, I’m afraid. You see, actions have consequences.” He lifted up his left arm, where the injury was hidden beneath the sleeve of his t-shirt. “Even when you’re sorry. I’ll give you a word of advice. Take your punishment like a good girl, and you’ll start earning your privileges back.” Bubbles formed in the water, and he turned off the spray from the hose, closing the gap between them.
“Just let me go. I just want to go home.” She stomped her foot in the dirt. Her bare foot made no sound against the earth beneath it, but the dirt kicked up a bit. He looked down at the few particles that landed on his boot.
“Now you’re kicking dirt at me?” It was cruel to add that to her list of transgressions, but the beast within him was slowly making its way off its leash.
“No.” Her curls flew from side to side as she shook her head. “No, Please. I—” She screamed when the cold water from the hose hit her naked body. She jumped back, but the leash didn’t give her much room to move away.
“What was that?”
She twisted away, but the water caught her. “C-cold! Too cold!” she screamed.
“I bet it is,” he nodded in agreement, aiming the hose for her chest. Her nipples tightened into stiff peaks with the chilled water hitting her. He couldn’t have planned for a sexier sight. She tried to close her arms, to protect her breasts, but they were tied overhead. He softened the stream and stepped closer, watching the water fall over her heavy breasts and roll down her flat stomach toward that little patch of hair he had admired earlier. He let go of the handle, stopping the water for a moment. “Turn around. I want to get your back.”
“No!” she refused.
He turned the water back on and aimed the stream at her hardened nipples. She squealed, twisted, and turned, but couldn’t get away from him. Damn, his dick was hard.
“Turn around.” He gave her another chance, aiming the stream to the side.
“I hate you,” she affirmed once more, then slowly turned so her ass faced him.
He nearly groaned at the sight of her round ass. Only a few welts were still showing from the belting he’d given her the night before, but other than that her creamy skin was completely unflawed. Of course he’d remedy that after her shower. The girl still had a punishment coming. A hard punishment.
“You can hate me all you want. Won’t change what’s coming.” He rinsed off her back then stepped closer, wrapping his hand to her front and cupping her chin. Pulling it back, he began to gently spray her hair. Her breath hitched, but soon adjusted to the new chill. “Now you need soap,” he whispered in her ear.
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I know you're going to need this buy link... Hop to Amazon now and grab your copy of Protecting His Pet: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01MUF7MVO/
You can find out more about Measha Stone right here:
www.meashastone.com
Visit her blog here:
www.meashawrites.com/blog
Happy hump day!
Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
In the book, we meet Kara... After her brother’s life of crime is brought to a sudden end, she fears that she may be the next target of the men who killed him. It comes as a shock, however, when she is taken captive by a mysterious man who promises to keep her safe but quickly demonstrates that he will not hesitate to punish her in any way he sees fit if she disobeys him.
Devin Stinger is certain there is something important that Kara is refusing to share with him—something related to her brother’s death—and he is fully prepared to be as firm as necessary to get her to tell him the truth, even if that means stripping her bare, spanking her hard and thoroughly, and keeping her caged like a pet.
Despite her shame at being made to kneel naked at her captor’s feet, eat from his hand, and surrender her body to him completely, Devin’s dominance leaves Kara helplessly aroused and yearning for him to master her even more thoroughly. When he brings her to the edge of an intense climax only to leave her desperate and wanting, her need for him to claim her properly compels Kara to confess the secret her brother shared with her before his death. But will that information help Devin protect his beautiful pet or will it ultimately put her in greater danger?
Publisher’s Note: Protecting His Pet includes spankings, sexual scenes, extensive pet play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
This sounds seriously scorching, doesn't it? Brace yourself now for the tantalising teaser...
“Time for your shower.” He grinned and started to head back toward the house.
“Here?” she called to him, and he didn’t bother responding. He’d just tied her to a fucking tree, where did she think she was having it?
It was pretty warm for a fall day, which was good—for her.
Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open when he headed back toward her carrying the hose in one hand and a bucket in the other.
“No. No. Not a hose.”
Funny how she thought she had the right to demand anything from him at that moment. After she’d sliced him. After she’d spit at him. After she’d fought and clawed at him. Between the two of them, she had been the most violent.
“Oh, yes, the hose. That’s how I clean my pets, peaches.” Her intake of breath at how he referred to her wasn’t lost on him. Such a little sound really. Most men wouldn’t even notice it, but not Devin. No, he not only noticed it, he basked in those little sounds. The hums, the shocked gasps, the painful cries, the soft murmurs of pleasure, all if it stroked his arousal to an almost painful point.
“I-I’m sorry if I hurt you.” Her apology came fast, her eyes never leaving the bucket as he began to fill it with water. A bar of soap floated in the chilly water along with a rag he’d tossed in there. He was going to enjoy cleaning her.
“I’m sure you are,” he agreed, tilting his head to look up at her. “That doesn’t change much, though, I’m afraid. You see, actions have consequences.” He lifted up his left arm, where the injury was hidden beneath the sleeve of his t-shirt. “Even when you’re sorry. I’ll give you a word of advice. Take your punishment like a good girl, and you’ll start earning your privileges back.” Bubbles formed in the water, and he turned off the spray from the hose, closing the gap between them.
“Just let me go. I just want to go home.” She stomped her foot in the dirt. Her bare foot made no sound against the earth beneath it, but the dirt kicked up a bit. He looked down at the few particles that landed on his boot.
“Now you’re kicking dirt at me?” It was cruel to add that to her list of transgressions, but the beast within him was slowly making its way off its leash.
“No.” Her curls flew from side to side as she shook her head. “No, Please. I—” She screamed when the cold water from the hose hit her naked body. She jumped back, but the leash didn’t give her much room to move away.
“What was that?”
She twisted away, but the water caught her. “C-cold! Too cold!” she screamed.
“I bet it is,” he nodded in agreement, aiming the hose for her chest. Her nipples tightened into stiff peaks with the chilled water hitting her. He couldn’t have planned for a sexier sight. She tried to close her arms, to protect her breasts, but they were tied overhead. He softened the stream and stepped closer, watching the water fall over her heavy breasts and roll down her flat stomach toward that little patch of hair he had admired earlier. He let go of the handle, stopping the water for a moment. “Turn around. I want to get your back.”
“No!” she refused.
He turned the water back on and aimed the stream at her hardened nipples. She squealed, twisted, and turned, but couldn’t get away from him. Damn, his dick was hard.
“Turn around.” He gave her another chance, aiming the stream to the side.
“I hate you,” she affirmed once more, then slowly turned so her ass faced him.
He nearly groaned at the sight of her round ass. Only a few welts were still showing from the belting he’d given her the night before, but other than that her creamy skin was completely unflawed. Of course he’d remedy that after her shower. The girl still had a punishment coming. A hard punishment.
“You can hate me all you want. Won’t change what’s coming.” He rinsed off her back then stepped closer, wrapping his hand to her front and cupping her chin. Pulling it back, he began to gently spray her hair. Her breath hitched, but soon adjusted to the new chill. “Now you need soap,” he whispered in her ear.
.....
I know you're going to need this buy link... Hop to Amazon now and grab your copy of Protecting His Pet: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01MUF7MVO/
You can find out more about Measha Stone right here:
www.meashastone.com
Visit her blog here:
www.meashawrites.com/blog
Happy hump day!
Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
February 21, 2017
The Warrior in Me by Anita Philmar!
This Tuesday, as part of the awesome Never Ending Blog Tour, I am pleased to be able to bring you, Anita Philmar, and her fabulous latest release, The Warrior in Me!
In the book, Special Security Agent Sebastian Berlin is eager to track down his partner's killer. Instead, he’s assigned the job of baby-sitting a scientist. His boss thinks she's the key to an Ancient Warrior Prophecy. Science never interested Sebastian, but the know-it-all female standing at the end of his Alaskan dock could persuade him to do a little experimenting. That is, if he can keep his Neanderthal Warrior genes from taking control.
DNA specialist Lily Sinclair is in need of a vacation, or so her over-protective ex-husband tells her. Arriving in chilly Alaska instead of sunny Cancun, she's tired and cranky and so not in the mood for her bodyguard's he-man tactics. Still, there's something about the sexy eye-candy that makes her want to lick him all over even as she's demanding to go home.
Then Lily's ex is poisoned, and Sebastian is certain the two murders are connected and she could be next. She knows he's hiding something, but with the worldwide release of Neanderthal DNA project only days away, she has no choice but to trust him to protect her. But can she trust him with her heart?
Check out this tantalising excerpt...
Seconds before his mouth covered hers, she whispered, “Sebastian, I don’t—” The rest of the sentence died under the quick spear of his tongue, seeking entrance into the hot moist haven of her mouth.
The fight he expected didn’t fully materialize. She gasped in shock, and her body stiffened. Then she lifted her hands to his shoulders, leaving the few inches between them vacant.
Tightening his grip, he drew the soft cushion of her breasts invitingly against his chest. All too quickly, he moved past the point of a simple kiss and fed on her unique flavor. He’d gone too long without the seductive touch of a woman. Today, she’d tempted him with the fire of her anger and the gentle concern for him at the loss of his friend. Holding himself in check, he’d resisted until she’d revealed her passion for her research. Now, he couldn’t contain his enthusiasm for her any longer. He ate at her lips, nipping and sucking until they opened wider.
Lily moaned, and he captured the sound, swallowing it as he flicked his tongue against the roof of her mouth. She welcomed him by drawing him deeper. He thrust in and out, over and over mimicking the ancient rhythm of sex.
Determined to sample every inch of the hot, moist cavity, he drank in the rich, sweet nectar. As stimulating as wine, he became drunk on her and tangled his tongue around hers. Time lost meaning. He forgot everything except her hands in his hair, her body plastered against his, the relentless need to consume her.
Somewhere in his subconscious, something reminded him that women didn’t progress from “Hello, it nice to meet you” to “Do you want to go to bed with me” this quickly. On the other hand, maybe, the light tingling of his scalp as she curled her fingers in his hair helped jog his memory. He had to take things a little slower if he wanted to win the girl.
...
Grab your copy of The Warrior in Me at Amazon: http://bit.ly/TheWarriorInMe, and at the following places:
http://wildcatalog.thewildrosepress.c...
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-w...
https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebo...
Find out more about Anita Philmar...
Anita Philmar likes to create stories that push the limit. A writer by day and a dreamer by night she wants her readers to see the world in a new way.
Influenced by old movies, she likes to develop places where anything can happen and where special moments come to life in a great read.
Naughty or Nice?
Read her books and decide.
Website: http://www.anitaphilmar.com/
Email: anitaphilmar@yahoo.com
Blog: http://www.anitaphilmar.blogspot.com/
FB: www.facebook.com/anita.philmar
GR: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/...
Twitter: https://twitter.com/anitaphilmar
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Anita-Philmar/e...
Hugs and happy reading!
Felicity Brandon
In the book, Special Security Agent Sebastian Berlin is eager to track down his partner's killer. Instead, he’s assigned the job of baby-sitting a scientist. His boss thinks she's the key to an Ancient Warrior Prophecy. Science never interested Sebastian, but the know-it-all female standing at the end of his Alaskan dock could persuade him to do a little experimenting. That is, if he can keep his Neanderthal Warrior genes from taking control.
DNA specialist Lily Sinclair is in need of a vacation, or so her over-protective ex-husband tells her. Arriving in chilly Alaska instead of sunny Cancun, she's tired and cranky and so not in the mood for her bodyguard's he-man tactics. Still, there's something about the sexy eye-candy that makes her want to lick him all over even as she's demanding to go home.
Then Lily's ex is poisoned, and Sebastian is certain the two murders are connected and she could be next. She knows he's hiding something, but with the worldwide release of Neanderthal DNA project only days away, she has no choice but to trust him to protect her. But can she trust him with her heart?
Check out this tantalising excerpt...
Seconds before his mouth covered hers, she whispered, “Sebastian, I don’t—” The rest of the sentence died under the quick spear of his tongue, seeking entrance into the hot moist haven of her mouth.
The fight he expected didn’t fully materialize. She gasped in shock, and her body stiffened. Then she lifted her hands to his shoulders, leaving the few inches between them vacant.
Tightening his grip, he drew the soft cushion of her breasts invitingly against his chest. All too quickly, he moved past the point of a simple kiss and fed on her unique flavor. He’d gone too long without the seductive touch of a woman. Today, she’d tempted him with the fire of her anger and the gentle concern for him at the loss of his friend. Holding himself in check, he’d resisted until she’d revealed her passion for her research. Now, he couldn’t contain his enthusiasm for her any longer. He ate at her lips, nipping and sucking until they opened wider.
Lily moaned, and he captured the sound, swallowing it as he flicked his tongue against the roof of her mouth. She welcomed him by drawing him deeper. He thrust in and out, over and over mimicking the ancient rhythm of sex.
Determined to sample every inch of the hot, moist cavity, he drank in the rich, sweet nectar. As stimulating as wine, he became drunk on her and tangled his tongue around hers. Time lost meaning. He forgot everything except her hands in his hair, her body plastered against his, the relentless need to consume her.
Somewhere in his subconscious, something reminded him that women didn’t progress from “Hello, it nice to meet you” to “Do you want to go to bed with me” this quickly. On the other hand, maybe, the light tingling of his scalp as she curled her fingers in his hair helped jog his memory. He had to take things a little slower if he wanted to win the girl.
...
Grab your copy of The Warrior in Me at Amazon: http://bit.ly/TheWarriorInMe, and at the following places:
http://wildcatalog.thewildrosepress.c...
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-w...
https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebo...
Find out more about Anita Philmar...
Anita Philmar likes to create stories that push the limit. A writer by day and a dreamer by night she wants her readers to see the world in a new way.
Influenced by old movies, she likes to develop places where anything can happen and where special moments come to life in a great read.
Naughty or Nice?
Read her books and decide.
Website: http://www.anitaphilmar.com/
Email: anitaphilmar@yahoo.com
Blog: http://www.anitaphilmar.blogspot.com/
FB: www.facebook.com/anita.philmar
GR: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/...
Twitter: https://twitter.com/anitaphilmar
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Anita-Philmar/e...
Hugs and happy reading!
Felicity Brandon
February 18, 2017
The Velvet Chair by Christina Mandara!
This Saturday, I am fabulously excited to be hosting C.P. Mandara, and her tantalising new release, The Velvet Chair!
The Velvet Chair is Book One in a Dark Erotica Series called 'Velvet Lies', check out the blurb right here...
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.
Oooh, sounds interesting, right? Brace yourself for the sizzling excerpt!
...
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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Grab your copy of the book at Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Velvet-Chair-L...
Have an awesome weekend, and keep your kindle kinky!
Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
The Velvet Chair is Book One in a Dark Erotica Series called 'Velvet Lies', check out the blurb right here...
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.
Oooh, sounds interesting, right? Brace yourself for the sizzling excerpt!
...
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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Grab your copy of the book at Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Velvet-Chair-L...
Have an awesome weekend, and keep your kindle kinky!
Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
February 15, 2017
Black Light: Valentine Roulette anthology!
This hump day, the Brandon blog is thrilled to present the awesome Jennifer Bene, who is here to showcase an amazing new anthology of hot erotic short stories! Black Light: Valentine Roulette
contains over 200,000 words of edgy, romantic stories including:
Broken by Renee Rose
Revealed by Livia Grant
Wet by Jennifer Bene
Unbroken by Maren Smith
Unraveled by Addison Cain
Unmasked by Lee Savino
Stripped by Sophie Kisker
Bared by Measha Stone
Get ready to explore some of your naughtiest desires while you celebrate Valentine’s Day with eight kinky stories from eight USA Today and international bestselling authors! Black Light is the most exclusive BDSM club in Washington, D.C. and for one night they’re changing the rules of play to entertain their members with a game of chance – Valentine Roulette. Challenge and adventure awaits as these sexy dominants spin to win their submissives, and the subs spin to choose how they will play. Their prize if they last the night? One free month at Black Light, and for some of our daring participants… even a chance at love.
In "Wet" by Jennifer Bene, Sienna doesn’t like to talk when she plays at a club. She likes to escape, to be treated like an object so she doesn’t have to think. It’s nice, it’s easy, and she can do it with just about anyone… or so she thought.
When she gets paired with Alexander, a Daddy Dom who insists on calling her ‘little girl’ and making her talk, she realizes that spinning a giant water tank for breath play is the least of her worries. Now, with every unanswered question, she’s plunged into icy water – but the tank isn’t the only reason she's wet.
Pleasure and pain give Sienna’s temper a voice, but will it force her to connect with herself and the man whose talented hands she’s beginning to crave - or will she break under his touch? And if she does shatter, will Alexander be able to put his little girl back together?
Read the seriously sexy excerpt here...
Alexander watched Sienna struggle, keeping an eye on the second hand of his watch. This was dangerous, a kind of play he’d never dare do on his own, but with an EMT at his back, he felt secure. When the second hand hit the mark, he pressed the raise button, and she lifted out of the water.
Her body was sparkling, the swell of her breasts glistening in the lights. Rivulets of water flowed between them to pool between her thighs, and he let his eyes enjoy the sight. Sienna was shaved smooth, and he wanted to explore her further, wanted to watch her come – but she was locked down tight. Refusing to speak about even the smallest of things, and that had to change.
There was an easy solution, though.
He just needed to break her first, and then he could get her back. Put her together in a way that would bring them both pleasure.
“Want to tell me why you need a second job?” he asked.
Sienna turned towards him, her short brown hair mostly pulled back in the ponytail, the baby blue bow damp and limp against the top of her head, and she looked beautiful in her disarray. The quiet little girl fighting to bite her tongue, to hold back whatever words she really wanted to say. There was a fire behind her brown eyes, and it was something he wanted to prod at, to bring forth.
“Little one,” he threatened, holding up the remote, and the way her eyes widened made his cock swell in his pants.
Pretty, pink lips parted, and her tongue flicked out to catch a bead of water. “I –” She looked distressed, but she wasn’t near breaking yet as her soft voice continued, “I don’t get enough hours as a court reporter, sir.”
“So, you supplement your income waitressing?” Alexander asked, stepping close to flip on the vibrator, but he held the buzzing implement in front of her. Tempting her. Waiting for her to respond.
Come on beautiful, come out of your shell.
“Yes, sir.” She nodded, keeping her eyes on the water. Part of him wanted to force her to look at him, to turn those warm, brown eyes to his, but physical interactions were clearly what she was used to. He had seen her relax as he’d held her chin, as he’d forced her up the stairs, and it was becoming clear that the only way to really push her, was to make her speak.
Which meant, unfortunately for her, that he had found the button to push.
“Explain,” he demanded, and she shifted in the chair, her hips wiggling in the most enticing of ways.
“What do you want from me, sir?” Sienna sounded tense, exasperated, but that just meant she was one minute closer to breaking down.
“I want you to answer me without me having to ask you twenty questions.”
Her jaw clenched, eyes flicking up to his face for just a moment before she glared back at the water. So stubborn.
“Last chance, little girl. You want a reward or a punishment?”
“Punishment.” The word came out as almost a hiss between her teeth, and he couldn’t even stifle his laugh as he turned off the vibrator and stepped back.
“Alright then.” With a single press of the down button, he watched the chair swing forward into the water, her body submerging along with the metal of the chair. Lifting his watch he counted to the maximum time Garreth had provided him, watching the second hand tick by. At first she was still, he could see her in his peripheral vision, but then she started to really fight, and as soon as the time was up he lifted her out.
Sienna was coughing, gasping, whining loudly as she struggled against the cuffs binding her so marvelously exposed to the chair, and Alexander was grateful she’d spun this. Having a soaking wet little girl so frustrated was a veritable gift to him.
And Jaxson had questioned why he’d want to sign up.
For the first time since he’d drawn her name, she lifted those brown eyes to him with heat behind them, growling at him. “Why are you doing this? Why won’t you just play with me?”
“I am playing with you, little one. You just aren’t submitting to it.” He grinned when she let out a groan of frustration, a real noise from her. Things were progressing nicely. “Ready to tell me about yourself, yet?”
“What do you want to know?” Sienna raised her voice at him, and he noticed she’d dropped the sir from her language altogether.
Naughty little girl.
“What did you forget?” he asked.
“I have no idea!”
Pressing the button, he dunked her again, but it was more for shock value than punishment this time, so he let her back up almost immediately. She came up cursing under her breath, more animated than he’d seen her all night. Gone was the small, quiet girl who had seemed stunned to meet him on stage – this was a girl he could have some fun with. “You’ll refer to me as sir as you answer my questions, or we can keep playing the dunk tank game all night.”
“What do you want to know, sir?” she snapped, glaring up at him as she shivered in the cooler air of the room.
His cock strained inside his pants, the defiant expression on her face making him imagine what it would be like to make her cry. To push her until she snapped and became his, completely. “Tell me why you need to have two jobs.”
“Because it’s expensive to live in D.C. and not all of us were lucky enough to end up as lawyers!” Sienna stared at him, her expression hard, and he rested the controls for the chair against the tank to move close. Unconsciously, she leaned back against the seat, trying her best to keep him in her line of sight, but he was happy to keep his gaze on hers as he slid the vibrator between her pussy lips and flipped it on.
The reaction was instantaneous. Her hips jerked, her eyes clenched tight, and she pressed her lips together to stifle the whine as he focused the highest setting on her clit. She was splendid. So contained, so controlled, so full of mindless obedience – and he was forcing her to let go of all of it.
For him. In front of him.
Alexander reached up to catch her soaking wet ponytail, angling her neck back over the top of the chair so her throat was exposed to his lips. He kissed and licked and nipped as she writhed in the seat, and he felt the moment when she stopped fighting and started to ride the little toy. Grinding herself down against it, seeking her completion.
How he wished that were his cock…
Her skin was soaking his shirt, but he didn’t care as he leaned closer to whisper in her ear. “Tell me the truth, little girl, do you like working two jobs?”
“No, sir!” Sienna answered, almost shouting the words as her back arched away from the chair, lifting her breasts in such a tempting way that he couldn’t ignore it. With a low sound, he drew one of her nipples into his mouth, and when she tried to pull away in her surprise he followed, locking her against the hard metal of the chair so he could tease her to the edge.
Just as her hips picked up a rhythm, soft sounds of satisfaction leaving her lips, he stepped back completely, bringing the vibrator with him so he could see her undone. And she was. Sienna’s knees were even wider than the bondage of the chair demanded, her back arched, her head braced against the top of the chair so that every inch of her body was available to look at.
Beautiful.
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contains over 200,000 words of edgy, romantic stories including:Broken by Renee Rose
Revealed by Livia Grant
Wet by Jennifer Bene
Unbroken by Maren Smith
Unraveled by Addison Cain
Unmasked by Lee Savino
Stripped by Sophie Kisker
Bared by Measha Stone
Get ready to explore some of your naughtiest desires while you celebrate Valentine’s Day with eight kinky stories from eight USA Today and international bestselling authors! Black Light is the most exclusive BDSM club in Washington, D.C. and for one night they’re changing the rules of play to entertain their members with a game of chance – Valentine Roulette. Challenge and adventure awaits as these sexy dominants spin to win their submissives, and the subs spin to choose how they will play. Their prize if they last the night? One free month at Black Light, and for some of our daring participants… even a chance at love.
In "Wet" by Jennifer Bene, Sienna doesn’t like to talk when she plays at a club. She likes to escape, to be treated like an object so she doesn’t have to think. It’s nice, it’s easy, and she can do it with just about anyone… or so she thought.
When she gets paired with Alexander, a Daddy Dom who insists on calling her ‘little girl’ and making her talk, she realizes that spinning a giant water tank for breath play is the least of her worries. Now, with every unanswered question, she’s plunged into icy water – but the tank isn’t the only reason she's wet.
Pleasure and pain give Sienna’s temper a voice, but will it force her to connect with herself and the man whose talented hands she’s beginning to crave - or will she break under his touch? And if she does shatter, will Alexander be able to put his little girl back together?
Read the seriously sexy excerpt here...
Alexander watched Sienna struggle, keeping an eye on the second hand of his watch. This was dangerous, a kind of play he’d never dare do on his own, but with an EMT at his back, he felt secure. When the second hand hit the mark, he pressed the raise button, and she lifted out of the water.
Her body was sparkling, the swell of her breasts glistening in the lights. Rivulets of water flowed between them to pool between her thighs, and he let his eyes enjoy the sight. Sienna was shaved smooth, and he wanted to explore her further, wanted to watch her come – but she was locked down tight. Refusing to speak about even the smallest of things, and that had to change.
There was an easy solution, though.
He just needed to break her first, and then he could get her back. Put her together in a way that would bring them both pleasure.
“Want to tell me why you need a second job?” he asked.
Sienna turned towards him, her short brown hair mostly pulled back in the ponytail, the baby blue bow damp and limp against the top of her head, and she looked beautiful in her disarray. The quiet little girl fighting to bite her tongue, to hold back whatever words she really wanted to say. There was a fire behind her brown eyes, and it was something he wanted to prod at, to bring forth.
“Little one,” he threatened, holding up the remote, and the way her eyes widened made his cock swell in his pants.
Pretty, pink lips parted, and her tongue flicked out to catch a bead of water. “I –” She looked distressed, but she wasn’t near breaking yet as her soft voice continued, “I don’t get enough hours as a court reporter, sir.”
“So, you supplement your income waitressing?” Alexander asked, stepping close to flip on the vibrator, but he held the buzzing implement in front of her. Tempting her. Waiting for her to respond.
Come on beautiful, come out of your shell.
“Yes, sir.” She nodded, keeping her eyes on the water. Part of him wanted to force her to look at him, to turn those warm, brown eyes to his, but physical interactions were clearly what she was used to. He had seen her relax as he’d held her chin, as he’d forced her up the stairs, and it was becoming clear that the only way to really push her, was to make her speak.
Which meant, unfortunately for her, that he had found the button to push.
“Explain,” he demanded, and she shifted in the chair, her hips wiggling in the most enticing of ways.
“What do you want from me, sir?” Sienna sounded tense, exasperated, but that just meant she was one minute closer to breaking down.
“I want you to answer me without me having to ask you twenty questions.”
Her jaw clenched, eyes flicking up to his face for just a moment before she glared back at the water. So stubborn.
“Last chance, little girl. You want a reward or a punishment?”
“Punishment.” The word came out as almost a hiss between her teeth, and he couldn’t even stifle his laugh as he turned off the vibrator and stepped back.
“Alright then.” With a single press of the down button, he watched the chair swing forward into the water, her body submerging along with the metal of the chair. Lifting his watch he counted to the maximum time Garreth had provided him, watching the second hand tick by. At first she was still, he could see her in his peripheral vision, but then she started to really fight, and as soon as the time was up he lifted her out.
Sienna was coughing, gasping, whining loudly as she struggled against the cuffs binding her so marvelously exposed to the chair, and Alexander was grateful she’d spun this. Having a soaking wet little girl so frustrated was a veritable gift to him.
And Jaxson had questioned why he’d want to sign up.
For the first time since he’d drawn her name, she lifted those brown eyes to him with heat behind them, growling at him. “Why are you doing this? Why won’t you just play with me?”
“I am playing with you, little one. You just aren’t submitting to it.” He grinned when she let out a groan of frustration, a real noise from her. Things were progressing nicely. “Ready to tell me about yourself, yet?”
“What do you want to know?” Sienna raised her voice at him, and he noticed she’d dropped the sir from her language altogether.
Naughty little girl.
“What did you forget?” he asked.
“I have no idea!”
Pressing the button, he dunked her again, but it was more for shock value than punishment this time, so he let her back up almost immediately. She came up cursing under her breath, more animated than he’d seen her all night. Gone was the small, quiet girl who had seemed stunned to meet him on stage – this was a girl he could have some fun with. “You’ll refer to me as sir as you answer my questions, or we can keep playing the dunk tank game all night.”
“What do you want to know, sir?” she snapped, glaring up at him as she shivered in the cooler air of the room.
His cock strained inside his pants, the defiant expression on her face making him imagine what it would be like to make her cry. To push her until she snapped and became his, completely. “Tell me why you need to have two jobs.”
“Because it’s expensive to live in D.C. and not all of us were lucky enough to end up as lawyers!” Sienna stared at him, her expression hard, and he rested the controls for the chair against the tank to move close. Unconsciously, she leaned back against the seat, trying her best to keep him in her line of sight, but he was happy to keep his gaze on hers as he slid the vibrator between her pussy lips and flipped it on.
The reaction was instantaneous. Her hips jerked, her eyes clenched tight, and she pressed her lips together to stifle the whine as he focused the highest setting on her clit. She was splendid. So contained, so controlled, so full of mindless obedience – and he was forcing her to let go of all of it.
For him. In front of him.
Alexander reached up to catch her soaking wet ponytail, angling her neck back over the top of the chair so her throat was exposed to his lips. He kissed and licked and nipped as she writhed in the seat, and he felt the moment when she stopped fighting and started to ride the little toy. Grinding herself down against it, seeking her completion.
How he wished that were his cock…
Her skin was soaking his shirt, but he didn’t care as he leaned closer to whisper in her ear. “Tell me the truth, little girl, do you like working two jobs?”
“No, sir!” Sienna answered, almost shouting the words as her back arched away from the chair, lifting her breasts in such a tempting way that he couldn’t ignore it. With a low sound, he drew one of her nipples into his mouth, and when she tried to pull away in her surprise he followed, locking her against the hard metal of the chair so he could tease her to the edge.
Just as her hips picked up a rhythm, soft sounds of satisfaction leaving her lips, he stepped back completely, bringing the vibrator with him so he could see her undone. And she was. Sienna’s knees were even wider than the bondage of the chair demanded, her back arched, her head braced against the top of the chair so that every inch of her body was available to look at.
Beautiful.
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February 14, 2017
The Arrangement (Pleasing the Manwhore, #1) by Jenna Fox!
Introducing a special hump day post for the release of Jenna Fox's Pleasing the Manwhore!
Here's the book synopsis:
I wasn’t supposed to need him…
But I did.
I wasn’t supposed to crave the smell of his skin and require the very air he breathed…
But somehow I found I couldn’t breathe without him.
I was only supposed to provide physical pleasure and shove my emotions to the side, not allowing love a place into the equation.
He wasn’t supposed to own me. Heart, mind, body and soul. My God, I was such a fool to think I could go along with this arrangement and not involve my heart.
....
Taffi Watkins only wanted to escape an abusive home when she fled a small Texas town. She had dreams of starting a new life. A better life.
Those big city lights seemed to shine so brightly when she stepped off that bus, but soon she discovered the pursuing of her dream had also been the worst mistake of her life.
And then came Sullivan Cooper.
In the blink of an eye he made all of her troubles disappear. He accepted her and brought her into his world of fast cars and fancy clothes. Immersed in Mr. Cooper’s universe of unbridled passion, Taffeta forgot he was twenty-five years older than her as he introduced her to his brand of pleasure and pain.
Taffi only thought she knew pain, until Sullivan Cooper taught her better.
This is Book 1 of 2 in the “Pleasing the Manwhore” duology.
**NOTE TO READERS: For audiences who enjoy the Fifty Shades/alpha billionaire fantasy. This is a M/f romance contains an age difference—a younger woman involved with a much OLDER, JEALOUS and CONTROLLING man. If you find elements of stalking, spankings, and submission/domination themes unappealing, then you will need to move on.
Read the sensual excerpt right here:
I sat in the music room, thinking of her and staring at the black piano glittering under the light of the chandelier. The depleted bottle of cognac resting beside my foot was a casualty of the war I’d fought to lose myself in an alcohol haze. From the sound system, a sonata seemed to mourn with me until the emptiness raged like a caged lion, testing the bars of my prison.
My God, she said she loved me...
And I could say nothing as the pain in her eyes tore me to pieces.
Dammit, the cognac wasn’t doing its job. It wasn’t pushing away the ache. The void I’d felt when her taxi drove away only seemed worse. Then her words ate at my heart like hot acid.
I…I’m in love with you.
I’d rejected her feelings. I knew Taffi wasn’t completely happy here, but I didn’t think she’d leave. Why didn’t I realize the money and the car wouldn’t be enough to make her stay? She wasn’t like the others. Privileged and self-centered. I’d known charmers, women who could intimidate the hell out of the President, but none of them had known pain or trepidation. Taffi’s life had been filled with rejection and fear, yet somehow she’d reached inside and connected with my fears.
This whole situation had blindsided me. I was unprepared, terrified to hear she’d fallen in love with me. After Alexandria, I swore I’d never get close to another woman, but the young thing who’d just walked out the door hours before had a power over me. She’d made me feel more alive than I had in years. And now that she was gone, the need for the spark she’d put back into my life burned hotter. She’d melted away the ice that had become a part of my DNA, and dammit to hell, she’d made me care.
I tried to divert my thoughts from her, but the loneliness kept pummeling me. Without the ice around my heart, the pain sliced right through my chest, piercing my soul. I needed to feel her warmth, her soft skin beneath my hands. Hear her tiny moans as she came. Kiss her so hard it hurt…
But she wasn’t coming back.
It was late, but I couldn’t turn in and get a good night’s rest. I was desperate to feel something good, something sexual. I went to the liquor cabinet, reflecting on what to do when I thought of one willing party who would take off the edge. The young college aged woman from the club had left the option open to call on her if I was looking for an adventure. She was an introvert who loved living out her fantasies in private. I’d been with her before; she understood my rules and her social status as a senator’s daughter demanded rigid confidentiality.
When I called her, she was agreeable, even excited, and, when she arrived at my door I was graced with a big smile. For a moment my heart ceased to beat. The smile was the look of wholesome innocence. The green tint in her eyes was familiar, and her hair was the right shade of blonde.
She reminded me of Taffi.
I couldn’t wait to fuck her.
Then hold and kiss her…
Because I needed and wanted. A substitute was better than nothing.
I’d told her what to wear and she’d come the way I requested. A white button-up shirt and black pencil skirt. Holding a basket with a bottle of wine and two glasses, she winked. “I remembered your favorite.”
I ushered her into the music room and filled our glasses. We sat for a spell, and when our short conversation drifted into an agreeable silence, I held out my hand prompting her to stand.
The last time I was with her, another party was involved, but she remembered how I liked to do things. Smirking, she strutted around the piano, her high heels clicking against the marble floor. Cocking a hip, she leaned against the instrument, raising her skirt to reveal a tempting amount of thigh. “I’ll do anything you want, Mr. Cooper.”
What I wanted had returned to Arlenbach, and if this young lady knew she was only a substitute, she wouldn’t have cared. We were consenting adults. She was benefitting from this encounter as much as me—acting out her fantasies. And I was looking for a determent from the misery that had become me.
The slight bend to her lips broadened into a smile as I moved toward her. I reached around her head, grabbing a handful of hair. Holding my lips just inches from hers, she moaned, “Kiss me.”
Fulfilling her request, I went to press my lips to hers, but the green glint I caught in her eyes again caused me to come to a breathless stop.
Taffi.
At that moment, my need grew into something stronger than I could control or wanted to control. Continuing the seduction, I pressed her harder against the piano, her lips burning on mine. Her encouragement to deepen the kiss elicited the image of Taffi and I together in my bed. I held the fantasy in my mind until my whole body burned. My cock lengthened, hardening as I reached around her back, pulling her into me. The face of the woman I truly wanted held strong in my mind as my hands slid beneath the hem of the substitute’s skirt.
Having followed my instructions of wearing a garter without panties, she opened her legs granting me access. Taffi, I thought, visualizing that beautiful face again, imagining her slim arms around me as I darted my tongue in the substitute’s mouth, tasting the wine. Tasting the bitterness of regret.
I’d sent her running.
She wasn’t coming back.
....
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Who is Jenna Fox? Jenna Fox is a multi-published, bestselling author residing in Eastern Tennessee. She enjoys reading and jotting down poetry in her spare time. Besides juggling a busy family life, Fox reviews and critiques for other authors and crafts her own dark erotic tales. Stories always feature a dominating alpha male with unexpected twists to shock the reader. She believes in HFN and HEA endings, although not always in a romantic or conventional way.
Her work is born from real life experiences, an overactive imagination and a consuming caffeine addiction. Fox is a listener of 80’s rock music and a watcher of classic slasher films. In short, she’s a writer, a storyteller, able to make a boo-boo all better with just one kiss and a proud, world class expert at screwing up recipes and scaring away closet monsters. She believes in ghosts and God and is absolutely convinced chocolate soothes the savage beast.
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Here's the book synopsis:
I wasn’t supposed to need him…
But I did.
I wasn’t supposed to crave the smell of his skin and require the very air he breathed…
But somehow I found I couldn’t breathe without him.
I was only supposed to provide physical pleasure and shove my emotions to the side, not allowing love a place into the equation.
He wasn’t supposed to own me. Heart, mind, body and soul. My God, I was such a fool to think I could go along with this arrangement and not involve my heart.
....
Taffi Watkins only wanted to escape an abusive home when she fled a small Texas town. She had dreams of starting a new life. A better life.
Those big city lights seemed to shine so brightly when she stepped off that bus, but soon she discovered the pursuing of her dream had also been the worst mistake of her life.
And then came Sullivan Cooper.
In the blink of an eye he made all of her troubles disappear. He accepted her and brought her into his world of fast cars and fancy clothes. Immersed in Mr. Cooper’s universe of unbridled passion, Taffeta forgot he was twenty-five years older than her as he introduced her to his brand of pleasure and pain.
Taffi only thought she knew pain, until Sullivan Cooper taught her better.
This is Book 1 of 2 in the “Pleasing the Manwhore” duology.
**NOTE TO READERS: For audiences who enjoy the Fifty Shades/alpha billionaire fantasy. This is a M/f romance contains an age difference—a younger woman involved with a much OLDER, JEALOUS and CONTROLLING man. If you find elements of stalking, spankings, and submission/domination themes unappealing, then you will need to move on.
Read the sensual excerpt right here:
I sat in the music room, thinking of her and staring at the black piano glittering under the light of the chandelier. The depleted bottle of cognac resting beside my foot was a casualty of the war I’d fought to lose myself in an alcohol haze. From the sound system, a sonata seemed to mourn with me until the emptiness raged like a caged lion, testing the bars of my prison.
My God, she said she loved me...
And I could say nothing as the pain in her eyes tore me to pieces.
Dammit, the cognac wasn’t doing its job. It wasn’t pushing away the ache. The void I’d felt when her taxi drove away only seemed worse. Then her words ate at my heart like hot acid.
I…I’m in love with you.
I’d rejected her feelings. I knew Taffi wasn’t completely happy here, but I didn’t think she’d leave. Why didn’t I realize the money and the car wouldn’t be enough to make her stay? She wasn’t like the others. Privileged and self-centered. I’d known charmers, women who could intimidate the hell out of the President, but none of them had known pain or trepidation. Taffi’s life had been filled with rejection and fear, yet somehow she’d reached inside and connected with my fears.
This whole situation had blindsided me. I was unprepared, terrified to hear she’d fallen in love with me. After Alexandria, I swore I’d never get close to another woman, but the young thing who’d just walked out the door hours before had a power over me. She’d made me feel more alive than I had in years. And now that she was gone, the need for the spark she’d put back into my life burned hotter. She’d melted away the ice that had become a part of my DNA, and dammit to hell, she’d made me care.
I tried to divert my thoughts from her, but the loneliness kept pummeling me. Without the ice around my heart, the pain sliced right through my chest, piercing my soul. I needed to feel her warmth, her soft skin beneath my hands. Hear her tiny moans as she came. Kiss her so hard it hurt…
But she wasn’t coming back.
It was late, but I couldn’t turn in and get a good night’s rest. I was desperate to feel something good, something sexual. I went to the liquor cabinet, reflecting on what to do when I thought of one willing party who would take off the edge. The young college aged woman from the club had left the option open to call on her if I was looking for an adventure. She was an introvert who loved living out her fantasies in private. I’d been with her before; she understood my rules and her social status as a senator’s daughter demanded rigid confidentiality.
When I called her, she was agreeable, even excited, and, when she arrived at my door I was graced with a big smile. For a moment my heart ceased to beat. The smile was the look of wholesome innocence. The green tint in her eyes was familiar, and her hair was the right shade of blonde.
She reminded me of Taffi.
I couldn’t wait to fuck her.
Then hold and kiss her…
Because I needed and wanted. A substitute was better than nothing.
I’d told her what to wear and she’d come the way I requested. A white button-up shirt and black pencil skirt. Holding a basket with a bottle of wine and two glasses, she winked. “I remembered your favorite.”
I ushered her into the music room and filled our glasses. We sat for a spell, and when our short conversation drifted into an agreeable silence, I held out my hand prompting her to stand.
The last time I was with her, another party was involved, but she remembered how I liked to do things. Smirking, she strutted around the piano, her high heels clicking against the marble floor. Cocking a hip, she leaned against the instrument, raising her skirt to reveal a tempting amount of thigh. “I’ll do anything you want, Mr. Cooper.”
What I wanted had returned to Arlenbach, and if this young lady knew she was only a substitute, she wouldn’t have cared. We were consenting adults. She was benefitting from this encounter as much as me—acting out her fantasies. And I was looking for a determent from the misery that had become me.
The slight bend to her lips broadened into a smile as I moved toward her. I reached around her head, grabbing a handful of hair. Holding my lips just inches from hers, she moaned, “Kiss me.”
Fulfilling her request, I went to press my lips to hers, but the green glint I caught in her eyes again caused me to come to a breathless stop.
Taffi.
At that moment, my need grew into something stronger than I could control or wanted to control. Continuing the seduction, I pressed her harder against the piano, her lips burning on mine. Her encouragement to deepen the kiss elicited the image of Taffi and I together in my bed. I held the fantasy in my mind until my whole body burned. My cock lengthened, hardening as I reached around her back, pulling her into me. The face of the woman I truly wanted held strong in my mind as my hands slid beneath the hem of the substitute’s skirt.
Having followed my instructions of wearing a garter without panties, she opened her legs granting me access. Taffi, I thought, visualizing that beautiful face again, imagining her slim arms around me as I darted my tongue in the substitute’s mouth, tasting the wine. Tasting the bitterness of regret.
I’d sent her running.
She wasn’t coming back.
....
Pick up Pleasing the Manwhore now for just 99¢!
Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2lu6er6
Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2k9tuto
B&N: http://bit.ly/2kNKBTo
You can enter the Pleasing the Manwhore giveaway here: ➜ ➜ http://bit.ly/2kUp2mD
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Who is Jenna Fox? Jenna Fox is a multi-published, bestselling author residing in Eastern Tennessee. She enjoys reading and jotting down poetry in her spare time. Besides juggling a busy family life, Fox reviews and critiques for other authors and crafts her own dark erotic tales. Stories always feature a dominating alpha male with unexpected twists to shock the reader. She believes in HFN and HEA endings, although not always in a romantic or conventional way.
Her work is born from real life experiences, an overactive imagination and a consuming caffeine addiction. Fox is a listener of 80’s rock music and a watcher of classic slasher films. In short, she’s a writer, a storyteller, able to make a boo-boo all better with just one kiss and a proud, world class expert at screwing up recipes and scaring away closet monsters. She believes in ghosts and God and is absolutely convinced chocolate soothes the savage beast.
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Perfect Notes by Jaye Peaches!
It's Tuesday, it's Valentine's Day, and today the awesome, Jaye Peaches joins us to present the smokin' hot, Perfect Notes!
In this exciting book, amateur clarinetist Callie turns up for an orchestra rehearsal following a six-week absence to find a new conductor in residence—Stefan, a charismatic man with ambitions of being a composer. After he gives her a lift home, he invites her to his house for a practice session. What begins as a music lesson ends with a passionate display of dominance by Stefan.
As their sexual affair blossoms, Callie is increasingly drawn to find out more about her aspiring composer and why he is a potent lover in the bedroom. When she turns up unexpectedly at his house, she is shocked to find him in the company of a naked woman. Horrified to think that he might have betrayed her, she calls an end to their relationship, but persistent Stefan begs for a second chance.
Encouraged by her boss to resolve her feelings toward Stefan, Callie seeks out a friend of his, hoping to understand what drives him to dominate, but the given explanation creates more unresolved issues for Callie. Determined to seek out the truth, she plans to confront Stefan. But by then, he has gone abroad. Callie must make a decision—cash in her savings and follow Stefan, or banish him from her life. If she does the latter, she will never understand the nature of the intense emotions he has awakened within her. Does she dare to love him?
If you need more (and why wouldn't you?) read this sizzling little excerpt...
I lost track of time, lying there. He pinched my bottom. “You came, Mausi.”
I opened my eyes, the lids flickering.
He tucked his hands behind his head. “Now, what would be a suitable punishment for you?” he mused, staring up at the ceiling.
“I… I…” I struggled to find the right words while he waited. “Anything, if it makes you happy,” I finally blurted.
He rose onto his elbows. “Such a delicious request, how can I refuse you?” He smiled.
I expected him to throw me on my back and plunder my pussy with one of his rampaging fucks. A rush of hot blood filled my cheeks and I waited breathlessly. Instead, he climbed off the bed and, while he fingered his erect penis, he hunted about in a chest of drawers. He held up a condom. “Here.”
“But I’m still, you know…”
“Not for this.” He tapped his cock. “Oh, no. Mausi needs a special chastisement for coming without me.”
“Chastisement,” I repeated, watching him tear the wrapper with his teeth. I expected him to roll it over his cock, but he didn’t. He pushed his forefinger into the condom and sheathed the digit. I stared at him as a gentle smirk formed on his face. “You’ve got to be kidding.” I shuffled backward. “I’ve not done anything like that before.”
“Trust me, Mausi, you’re going to love it. Just my finger. Nothing else. Sometimes, that is all that is needed. Don’t worry.”
“Needed?” Who did he think he was, coming up with these debauched ways to torment me sexually?
“Oh, you need it.” He stepped forward.
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Hot, right? Grab your copy now at Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Perfect-Notes-...
Keep track of Jaye Peaches at Twitter: https://twitter.com/JayePeaches
Happy reading,
Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
In this exciting book, amateur clarinetist Callie turns up for an orchestra rehearsal following a six-week absence to find a new conductor in residence—Stefan, a charismatic man with ambitions of being a composer. After he gives her a lift home, he invites her to his house for a practice session. What begins as a music lesson ends with a passionate display of dominance by Stefan.
As their sexual affair blossoms, Callie is increasingly drawn to find out more about her aspiring composer and why he is a potent lover in the bedroom. When she turns up unexpectedly at his house, she is shocked to find him in the company of a naked woman. Horrified to think that he might have betrayed her, she calls an end to their relationship, but persistent Stefan begs for a second chance.
Encouraged by her boss to resolve her feelings toward Stefan, Callie seeks out a friend of his, hoping to understand what drives him to dominate, but the given explanation creates more unresolved issues for Callie. Determined to seek out the truth, she plans to confront Stefan. But by then, he has gone abroad. Callie must make a decision—cash in her savings and follow Stefan, or banish him from her life. If she does the latter, she will never understand the nature of the intense emotions he has awakened within her. Does she dare to love him?
If you need more (and why wouldn't you?) read this sizzling little excerpt...
I lost track of time, lying there. He pinched my bottom. “You came, Mausi.”
I opened my eyes, the lids flickering.
He tucked his hands behind his head. “Now, what would be a suitable punishment for you?” he mused, staring up at the ceiling.
“I… I…” I struggled to find the right words while he waited. “Anything, if it makes you happy,” I finally blurted.
He rose onto his elbows. “Such a delicious request, how can I refuse you?” He smiled.
I expected him to throw me on my back and plunder my pussy with one of his rampaging fucks. A rush of hot blood filled my cheeks and I waited breathlessly. Instead, he climbed off the bed and, while he fingered his erect penis, he hunted about in a chest of drawers. He held up a condom. “Here.”
“But I’m still, you know…”
“Not for this.” He tapped his cock. “Oh, no. Mausi needs a special chastisement for coming without me.”
“Chastisement,” I repeated, watching him tear the wrapper with his teeth. I expected him to roll it over his cock, but he didn’t. He pushed his forefinger into the condom and sheathed the digit. I stared at him as a gentle smirk formed on his face. “You’ve got to be kidding.” I shuffled backward. “I’ve not done anything like that before.”
“Trust me, Mausi, you’re going to love it. Just my finger. Nothing else. Sometimes, that is all that is needed. Don’t worry.”
“Needed?” Who did he think he was, coming up with these debauched ways to torment me sexually?
“Oh, you need it.” He stepped forward.
....
Hot, right? Grab your copy now at Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Perfect-Notes-...
Keep track of Jaye Peaches at Twitter: https://twitter.com/JayePeaches
Happy reading,
Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
February 11, 2017
Wedded to the Warriors By Sara Fields!
This Saturday, I am thrilled to be joined by the talented Sara Fields, and her hot spanking romance, Wedded to the Warriors!
Check out the blurb to this amazing read, and then cast your eyes over the sizzling excerpt...
As an unauthorized third child, nineteen-year-old Aimee Harrington has spent her life avoiding discovery by government authorities, but her world comes crashing down around her after she is caught stealing a vehicle in an act of petulant rebellion. Within hours of her arrest, she is escorted onto a ship bound for a detention center in the far reaches of the solar system.
This facility is no ordinary prison, however. It is a training center for future brides, and once Aimee has been properly prepared, she will be intimately, shamefully examined and then sold to an alien male in need of a mate. Worse still, Aimee’s defiant attitude quickly earns her the wrath of the strict warden, and to make an example of her, Aimee is offered as a wife not to a sophisticated gentleman but to three huge, fiercely dominant warriors of the planet Ollorin.
Though Ollorin males are considered savages on Earth, Aimee soon realizes that while her new mates will demand her obedience and will not hesitate to spank her soundly if her behavior warrants it, they will also cherish and protect her in a way she has never experienced before. But when the time comes for her men to master her completely, will she find herself begging for more as her beautiful body is claimed hard and thoroughly by all three of them at once?
Publisher’s Note: Wedded to the Warriors includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. Also note that this book was previously published under the title Claimed by the Savages.
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If you wait one moment longer, I will undress you myself, only you will spend a long while over my knee getting your naughty backside spanked first. When I tell you to do something, I expect immediate obedience, or else there will be consequences. You will find that I am very strict in many things, especially when it comes to your body and my access to it.”
She stood still, staring back at him. It was like a scene out of the romance stories online that she had been reading in secret for so long. Her heart throbbed and her clit began to pulse in tune with it. Her cream dripped down her leg at the dominance in his voice and she couldn’t help but notice her body’s insanely strong passionate reaction to both his words and his commanding presence.
Simply staring at him, she whimpered softly when his large mass of alpha male grabbed her gently about the waist, pulling her toward him. His fingers laced around the bottom hem of her shirt, pulling it effortlessly over her head in but a fraction of a second. Next, he gripped the waistband of her slacks and whipped them down her legs. Helping her kick off her shoes, he pulled the pants from her completely, leaving her standing entirely naked before him.
It took a long moment for her to realize what was about to happen as he stared down at her. She remembered his warning if he had to undress her. He was going to spank her. Her eyes widened and she tried to back away, but he had a firm hold on her wrist. He sat down on the bed and easily tossed her face down over his lap.
“Please don’t spank me! I’ll listen next time! I promise!”
“I’m sure you will, but I’m going to make sure you do. I will spank this bottom of yours whenever I believe you have earned it and you most certainly have right now. This time, I will only use my palm, but next time I will take off my belt and thrash every inch of your backside with it until I believe you’ve learned your lesson.”
He laid his massive hand over her bottom and her body started, coming to the conclusion that his hand covered the entirety of one side of it. Her muscles trembled in anticipation and she balked when he parted her legs slightly, pressing his fingers up against her very wet folds. As he slid his digits up and down her pussy, she moaned at the sensual feelings that stirred within her.
“Aimee, tell me, how often have you thought about being taken in hand by a strong man? Have you ever touched yourself, imagining your naughty bottom getting spanked for disobeying him?”
Grab this sexy book at Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01NC2FVJG
Who is Sara Fields?
Sara is an author specializing in erotic spanking romance, who spends the day doing science, and writes by night. She has been on the spanking scene for many years, and has experienced all different types of spankings, from sensual, to fun, to punishments, including all of the implements she writes about! Sara finally decided to branch out and write some hot spanking fiction, so she could share the sexy fantasies that happen deep in the recesses of her creative mind. Contact her at: otkdesire@yahoo.com
Happy reading!
Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
Check out the blurb to this amazing read, and then cast your eyes over the sizzling excerpt...
As an unauthorized third child, nineteen-year-old Aimee Harrington has spent her life avoiding discovery by government authorities, but her world comes crashing down around her after she is caught stealing a vehicle in an act of petulant rebellion. Within hours of her arrest, she is escorted onto a ship bound for a detention center in the far reaches of the solar system.
This facility is no ordinary prison, however. It is a training center for future brides, and once Aimee has been properly prepared, she will be intimately, shamefully examined and then sold to an alien male in need of a mate. Worse still, Aimee’s defiant attitude quickly earns her the wrath of the strict warden, and to make an example of her, Aimee is offered as a wife not to a sophisticated gentleman but to three huge, fiercely dominant warriors of the planet Ollorin.
Though Ollorin males are considered savages on Earth, Aimee soon realizes that while her new mates will demand her obedience and will not hesitate to spank her soundly if her behavior warrants it, they will also cherish and protect her in a way she has never experienced before. But when the time comes for her men to master her completely, will she find herself begging for more as her beautiful body is claimed hard and thoroughly by all three of them at once?
Publisher’s Note: Wedded to the Warriors includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. Also note that this book was previously published under the title Claimed by the Savages.
.....
If you wait one moment longer, I will undress you myself, only you will spend a long while over my knee getting your naughty backside spanked first. When I tell you to do something, I expect immediate obedience, or else there will be consequences. You will find that I am very strict in many things, especially when it comes to your body and my access to it.”
She stood still, staring back at him. It was like a scene out of the romance stories online that she had been reading in secret for so long. Her heart throbbed and her clit began to pulse in tune with it. Her cream dripped down her leg at the dominance in his voice and she couldn’t help but notice her body’s insanely strong passionate reaction to both his words and his commanding presence.
Simply staring at him, she whimpered softly when his large mass of alpha male grabbed her gently about the waist, pulling her toward him. His fingers laced around the bottom hem of her shirt, pulling it effortlessly over her head in but a fraction of a second. Next, he gripped the waistband of her slacks and whipped them down her legs. Helping her kick off her shoes, he pulled the pants from her completely, leaving her standing entirely naked before him.
It took a long moment for her to realize what was about to happen as he stared down at her. She remembered his warning if he had to undress her. He was going to spank her. Her eyes widened and she tried to back away, but he had a firm hold on her wrist. He sat down on the bed and easily tossed her face down over his lap.
“Please don’t spank me! I’ll listen next time! I promise!”
“I’m sure you will, but I’m going to make sure you do. I will spank this bottom of yours whenever I believe you have earned it and you most certainly have right now. This time, I will only use my palm, but next time I will take off my belt and thrash every inch of your backside with it until I believe you’ve learned your lesson.”
He laid his massive hand over her bottom and her body started, coming to the conclusion that his hand covered the entirety of one side of it. Her muscles trembled in anticipation and she balked when he parted her legs slightly, pressing his fingers up against her very wet folds. As he slid his digits up and down her pussy, she moaned at the sensual feelings that stirred within her.
“Aimee, tell me, how often have you thought about being taken in hand by a strong man? Have you ever touched yourself, imagining your naughty bottom getting spanked for disobeying him?”
Grab this sexy book at Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01NC2FVJG
Who is Sara Fields?
Sara is an author specializing in erotic spanking romance, who spends the day doing science, and writes by night. She has been on the spanking scene for many years, and has experienced all different types of spankings, from sensual, to fun, to punishments, including all of the implements she writes about! Sara finally decided to branch out and write some hot spanking fiction, so she could share the sexy fantasies that happen deep in the recesses of her creative mind. Contact her at: otkdesire@yahoo.com
Happy reading!
Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
February 10, 2017
Theirs: Found & Claimed by Ashe
Welcome to a very sexy showcase with Ashe Barker! Today, she brings us her hawt new release, Theirs: Found and Claimed!
If you enjoy a menage then you are going to love this book... Check out the details of what's packed into this scorching spanking romance!
When 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?
Publisher’s Note: Theirs: Found and Claimed includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
To celebrate the release of Theirs: Found and Claimed, and of course in honour of Valentine’s Day next week, Ashe is offering one reader the chance to win their selection from my backlist. Three runners up will each get a coaster featuring Theirs : Found and Claimed. To enter the Rafflecopter, click here: https://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/dis...?
The competition closes on 13 February, so be quick.
Now, check out this naughty little excerpt from the book...
“Am I hurting you?” Sylvan is sliding his fingers in and out of my wet pussy, the motion slow, deliberate, utterly seductive. All the while Luca continues to torment my clit, teasing me to a near frenzy then allowing his fingers to slide away until he barely touches me.
I shake my head as I gnaw on my lower lip. This is wonderful, the sensations they are creating are sheer unadulterated bliss, but it’s torture too. I yearn for… something, something more. But at the same time I never want this to end.
“That’s two fingers. This is three…” Sylvan pulls his fingers out of me again, then carefully parts my pussy lips with his free hand before slipping back inside. The stretch is delicious, the slight burn at my entrance intoxicating. I am aware of every callused centimetre of his long digits as they ease back inside me and my body reshapes to accept them.
“Does this hurt?” The question is murmured, Sylvan’s voice low and compelling, “or this?” He somehow twists his hand within me to change the angle of his penetration. He scissors his fingers,
rubbing a spot somewhere on the front wall of my pussy. Everything I was already feeling is intensified, as though white lights explode in my head, behind my eyes. My entire body convulses now and I let out a high-pitched moan.
Luca takes a firm hold on my clit and squeezes hard, pulling as he does so. The pleasure is beyond belief, and seems to rush into that one single place, the very core of my being. Helpless to resist, unable to control my response even if I wanted to, I splinter.
There’s warmth, wetness, even more than before. Sylvan’s fingers move easily inside me, skilled and accurate, drawing my response out, bringing me back to that shimmering peak again and again. I am floating, my bones liquid, my senses shattered. There is nothing in this universe beyond the amazing sensations exploding at my core then rippling out to fill every extremity of my body.
I lose any sense of time, of space, but that does not matter because they have me. I drift, suspended between reality and some magical, mystical realm beyond, unable to comprehend what has just happened. I settle back down, breathless, and the heady sensations dissipate. I become aware of my surroundings again, and of my still-overwhelming need. The phase is relentless, assuaged only momentarily by the rush of my release. If anything, my need to have Sylvan inside me, fully sheathed within my needy pussy, is greater now, even more compelling.
“She just gushed. We’re swimming in it down here.” Again I do not comprehend Sylvan’s meaning, but his tone is warm and he seems satisfied with the situation.
“Excellent, that’ll help. Now would be a good time then…” Luca relinquishes his hold on my clit and reaches for my spread legs. He grips me behind each knee and pulls my thighs wider apart, at the same time tilting me up a little as though to offer me to Sylvan. “Relax, sweetheart. You’ll love this bit, I promise.”
I go limp in Luca’s arms as the other male rises up to kneel on the bed. I crane my neck to peer down and watch, detached almost as Sylvan positions his awesome cock at my entrance then begins to press forward. He uses his fingers to part my pussy lips to gain better access, then suddenly the entire head of his cock is inside me. The lips of my pussy are spread wide, stretching around him and I am intensely aware of every intimate detail.
I stiffen, and whimper softly. Luca’s breath is on my neck. “Are we hurting you?”
“No,” I manage, “not hurting. It is just… it feels so strange.”
“Mmm, I’ll bet.” He nibbles on my earlobe before opening his lips around the skin in the crook of my neck and sucking there. The sensation is almost as erotic as Sylvan’s slow, steady penetration and I moan quietly.
Sylvan leans forward, his right hand on the bed to support his weight and his left finds my breast. He caresses the lower curve then flicks my nipple with his fingertip. The unexpected stimulation unleashes another rush of sensation and I thrust against him, impaling myself yet more on his solid cock. He sinks in, and the stretch feels near impossible as my body parts to admit him. Then he stops. He has reached the limit, the point beyond which it is not possible to proceed. I chance a quick glance down to see perhaps half his length still visible and I know this is not quite correct. I was right, he is just too large, too—
“Aagh!” I scream as a searing pain stabs me, momentarily taking my breath away. In that instant Sylvan moves, shifts, and the remainder of his massive cock drives forward to fill me.
It is done, and I am dead.
....
Grab your copy of the book at Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N5WYHQ2/
Happy reading, everyone!
Felicity Brandon
If you enjoy a menage then you are going to love this book... Check out the details of what's packed into this scorching spanking romance!When 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?
Publisher’s Note: Theirs: Found and Claimed includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
To celebrate the release of Theirs: Found and Claimed, and of course in honour of Valentine’s Day next week, Ashe is offering one reader the chance to win their selection from my backlist. Three runners up will each get a coaster featuring Theirs : Found and Claimed. To enter the Rafflecopter, click here: https://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/dis...?
The competition closes on 13 February, so be quick.
Now, check out this naughty little excerpt from the book...
“Am I hurting you?” Sylvan is sliding his fingers in and out of my wet pussy, the motion slow, deliberate, utterly seductive. All the while Luca continues to torment my clit, teasing me to a near frenzy then allowing his fingers to slide away until he barely touches me.
I shake my head as I gnaw on my lower lip. This is wonderful, the sensations they are creating are sheer unadulterated bliss, but it’s torture too. I yearn for… something, something more. But at the same time I never want this to end.
“That’s two fingers. This is three…” Sylvan pulls his fingers out of me again, then carefully parts my pussy lips with his free hand before slipping back inside. The stretch is delicious, the slight burn at my entrance intoxicating. I am aware of every callused centimetre of his long digits as they ease back inside me and my body reshapes to accept them.
“Does this hurt?” The question is murmured, Sylvan’s voice low and compelling, “or this?” He somehow twists his hand within me to change the angle of his penetration. He scissors his fingers,
rubbing a spot somewhere on the front wall of my pussy. Everything I was already feeling is intensified, as though white lights explode in my head, behind my eyes. My entire body convulses now and I let out a high-pitched moan.
Luca takes a firm hold on my clit and squeezes hard, pulling as he does so. The pleasure is beyond belief, and seems to rush into that one single place, the very core of my being. Helpless to resist, unable to control my response even if I wanted to, I splinter.
There’s warmth, wetness, even more than before. Sylvan’s fingers move easily inside me, skilled and accurate, drawing my response out, bringing me back to that shimmering peak again and again. I am floating, my bones liquid, my senses shattered. There is nothing in this universe beyond the amazing sensations exploding at my core then rippling out to fill every extremity of my body.
I lose any sense of time, of space, but that does not matter because they have me. I drift, suspended between reality and some magical, mystical realm beyond, unable to comprehend what has just happened. I settle back down, breathless, and the heady sensations dissipate. I become aware of my surroundings again, and of my still-overwhelming need. The phase is relentless, assuaged only momentarily by the rush of my release. If anything, my need to have Sylvan inside me, fully sheathed within my needy pussy, is greater now, even more compelling.
“She just gushed. We’re swimming in it down here.” Again I do not comprehend Sylvan’s meaning, but his tone is warm and he seems satisfied with the situation.
“Excellent, that’ll help. Now would be a good time then…” Luca relinquishes his hold on my clit and reaches for my spread legs. He grips me behind each knee and pulls my thighs wider apart, at the same time tilting me up a little as though to offer me to Sylvan. “Relax, sweetheart. You’ll love this bit, I promise.”
I go limp in Luca’s arms as the other male rises up to kneel on the bed. I crane my neck to peer down and watch, detached almost as Sylvan positions his awesome cock at my entrance then begins to press forward. He uses his fingers to part my pussy lips to gain better access, then suddenly the entire head of his cock is inside me. The lips of my pussy are spread wide, stretching around him and I am intensely aware of every intimate detail.
I stiffen, and whimper softly. Luca’s breath is on my neck. “Are we hurting you?”
“No,” I manage, “not hurting. It is just… it feels so strange.”
“Mmm, I’ll bet.” He nibbles on my earlobe before opening his lips around the skin in the crook of my neck and sucking there. The sensation is almost as erotic as Sylvan’s slow, steady penetration and I moan quietly.
Sylvan leans forward, his right hand on the bed to support his weight and his left finds my breast. He caresses the lower curve then flicks my nipple with his fingertip. The unexpected stimulation unleashes another rush of sensation and I thrust against him, impaling myself yet more on his solid cock. He sinks in, and the stretch feels near impossible as my body parts to admit him. Then he stops. He has reached the limit, the point beyond which it is not possible to proceed. I chance a quick glance down to see perhaps half his length still visible and I know this is not quite correct. I was right, he is just too large, too—
“Aagh!” I scream as a searing pain stabs me, momentarily taking my breath away. In that instant Sylvan moves, shifts, and the remainder of his massive cock drives forward to fill me.
It is done, and I am dead.
....
Grab your copy of the book at Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N5WYHQ2/
Happy reading, everyone!
Felicity Brandon
February 8, 2017
Rhett's Revenge by Maggie Carpenter!
Happy hump day! I am thrilled to be joined today by award-winning writer, Maggie Carpenter, and her new release, Rhett's Revenge!
In this hot story, Deputy Sheriff Rhett Cooper is heartbroken when Katherine Foster, the young lady he has been courting, falls prey to the scheming of a rich, dapper con man. Though he takes the impetuous girl over his knee and spanks her bare bottom soundly, his strict chastisement and stern warnings do not dissuade her, and she runs off to San Francisco in the scoundrel's company.
When Katherine finally returns home six months later, arriving in town in a fancy carriage with the arrogant, smooth-talking rogue at her side, it quickly becomes apparent that she is quite ill. Rhett soon learns foul play was involved, and he sets out to rescue the woman he loves and bring to justice the man who hurt her.
In spite of Rhett's demand that she leave the matter to him, as soon she regains her health Katherine puts herself in jeopardy yet again by attempting her own re-venge.
Determined to rein her in, Rhett punishes Katherine thoroughly and then claims her properly, and soon their passion for one another is burning hotter than ever before. But even if he manages to keep his woman under control, can a small-town lawman win a battle of wits with a clever, ruthless criminal?
If you savor a sexy, passionate romance, if you revel in action and suspense, and if you enjoyed the best-selling Tucker's Justice, you'll love Rhett's Revenge!
Publisher's Note: Rhett's Revenge includes sexual scenes and spankings. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.
Read the sexy excerpt here, and then grab your copy...
A few moments passed and he felt her settle, but then she did the most aston-ishing thing. Taking his hand, she placed it against her breast. Startled, he at-tempted to pull it away, but she tightened her grip.
“Please caress me,” she whispered, “caress me and hold me and kiss me.”
“Katherine, whatta you sayin’?”
“For months I’ve been aching for you,” she breathed, raising her head and gaz-ing at his face. “Please, I love you with everything in me, and I need you. I need to feel you badly and I don’t care that it might be wrong. I missed you so much and there were times I didn’t think I was ever going to see you again.”
Her plump flesh felt glorious in his hand, and he gently kneaded, feeling her stiffened nipple against his palm.
“Dang, girl, you’re makin’ me crazy,” he muttered. “I can’t hardly stand it.”
“Lie down with me, please, Rhett, lie down with me and take me in your arms.”
“Billy’s right through that door!”
“He wouldn’t dare come in without knocking,” she said, pushing away the bed-covers.
“Whatta you doin?”
“It’s too warm for these,” she replied, “and besides, I don’t want them between us.”
“You sure are feelin’ perky for girl who’s sick.”
“It’s you,” she sighed, staring up at him. “You’re the best medicine in the whole world.”
Her eyes were shining with her love, but they were also full of her need, the same need racing through his veins.
“Bruiser, guard,” he said firmly, pointing across the room. “Let me know if you hear anyone comin’.”
Immediately the big dog walked across the room and sat down, intently staring at the door.
“He understands everything you tell him.”
“Yep, when he wants to. He’s a bit like a woman that way,” Rhett grinned as he stretched out and brought her into his arms. “He listens real good unless he doesn’t feel like it. If a rabbit goes hoppin’ by he’s completely deaf.”
“Women don’t chase rabbits,” she quipped, sinking into his hold, “and shame on you for suggesting such a thing.”
“Nope, but they sure can be difficult when they wanna be.”
“This is heaven,” she purred, snuggling against him, and once again took his hand, but this time placed it between her legs.
“Katherine!”
“Please,” she whimpered, “please.”
His fingers were touching her womanhood through the thin fabric of the night-dress. She wasn’t wearing any drawers and he could feel her wetness, and as she urgently closed her thighs and wriggled against his touch, his cock surged to life.
“Oh, rub me, rub me,” she softly begged. “I need you to, I need it so badly.”
Though he was taken aback by her plea, the pull was too strong, and hurriedly pushing the thin cotton fabric out of the way, he touched her naked pussy. She was soaked, and with his blood racing through his veins, he drew her into an ardent, vo-racious kiss.
He’d never devoured a woman’s lips as he devoured hers, and as he consumed her mouth his finger found its way into her sex. He circled and rubbed her clit, elic-iting grateful muffled moans, then pushing it into her depths he found no re-sistance. She wasn’t intact, but the thought was fleeting as the fever seized him. She was gasping, murmuring his name, her arms had come around him and were clinging to his back, and his cock was pressing uncomfortably inside confines of his trousers. Using his free hand he somehow managed to release it, and to his great joy, one of her hands left his back and wrapped itself around him.
“Katherine,” he grunted, his lips moving from her mouth to her neck. “Katherine, you are so…”
But his voice trailed off as he felt his cock swelling with its pending orgasm. He was on the verge, and his finger was fiercely thrusting in and out of her as his thumb continued to agitate her sensitive nub.
“I’m there, I’m there,” she exclaimed in a hoarse whisper, and as she shuddered through her release, his cock spewed its essence, jerking in her feminine, delicate hold.
The convulsions passed, and lost in a sea of serenity, Katherine was limp in Rhett’s arms. Letting out a long breath, Rhett closed his eyes and softly cradled her. The intimate moment had been completely unexpected and he’d allowed him-self to be swept away, but he was pondering what had just happened. Katherine’s sexual appetite was a startling development, and while he believed she had kept the evil man at bay, it was obvious something else must have happened. What was it? Is that why she wanted him to read her diary?
...
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In this hot story, Deputy Sheriff Rhett Cooper is heartbroken when Katherine Foster, the young lady he has been courting, falls prey to the scheming of a rich, dapper con man. Though he takes the impetuous girl over his knee and spanks her bare bottom soundly, his strict chastisement and stern warnings do not dissuade her, and she runs off to San Francisco in the scoundrel's company.
When Katherine finally returns home six months later, arriving in town in a fancy carriage with the arrogant, smooth-talking rogue at her side, it quickly becomes apparent that she is quite ill. Rhett soon learns foul play was involved, and he sets out to rescue the woman he loves and bring to justice the man who hurt her.
In spite of Rhett's demand that she leave the matter to him, as soon she regains her health Katherine puts herself in jeopardy yet again by attempting her own re-venge.
Determined to rein her in, Rhett punishes Katherine thoroughly and then claims her properly, and soon their passion for one another is burning hotter than ever before. But even if he manages to keep his woman under control, can a small-town lawman win a battle of wits with a clever, ruthless criminal?
If you savor a sexy, passionate romance, if you revel in action and suspense, and if you enjoyed the best-selling Tucker's Justice, you'll love Rhett's Revenge!
Publisher's Note: Rhett's Revenge includes sexual scenes and spankings. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.
Read the sexy excerpt here, and then grab your copy...
A few moments passed and he felt her settle, but then she did the most aston-ishing thing. Taking his hand, she placed it against her breast. Startled, he at-tempted to pull it away, but she tightened her grip.
“Please caress me,” she whispered, “caress me and hold me and kiss me.”
“Katherine, whatta you sayin’?”
“For months I’ve been aching for you,” she breathed, raising her head and gaz-ing at his face. “Please, I love you with everything in me, and I need you. I need to feel you badly and I don’t care that it might be wrong. I missed you so much and there were times I didn’t think I was ever going to see you again.”
Her plump flesh felt glorious in his hand, and he gently kneaded, feeling her stiffened nipple against his palm.
“Dang, girl, you’re makin’ me crazy,” he muttered. “I can’t hardly stand it.”
“Lie down with me, please, Rhett, lie down with me and take me in your arms.”
“Billy’s right through that door!”
“He wouldn’t dare come in without knocking,” she said, pushing away the bed-covers.
“Whatta you doin?”
“It’s too warm for these,” she replied, “and besides, I don’t want them between us.”
“You sure are feelin’ perky for girl who’s sick.”
“It’s you,” she sighed, staring up at him. “You’re the best medicine in the whole world.”
Her eyes were shining with her love, but they were also full of her need, the same need racing through his veins.
“Bruiser, guard,” he said firmly, pointing across the room. “Let me know if you hear anyone comin’.”
Immediately the big dog walked across the room and sat down, intently staring at the door.
“He understands everything you tell him.”
“Yep, when he wants to. He’s a bit like a woman that way,” Rhett grinned as he stretched out and brought her into his arms. “He listens real good unless he doesn’t feel like it. If a rabbit goes hoppin’ by he’s completely deaf.”
“Women don’t chase rabbits,” she quipped, sinking into his hold, “and shame on you for suggesting such a thing.”
“Nope, but they sure can be difficult when they wanna be.”
“This is heaven,” she purred, snuggling against him, and once again took his hand, but this time placed it between her legs.
“Katherine!”
“Please,” she whimpered, “please.”
His fingers were touching her womanhood through the thin fabric of the night-dress. She wasn’t wearing any drawers and he could feel her wetness, and as she urgently closed her thighs and wriggled against his touch, his cock surged to life.
“Oh, rub me, rub me,” she softly begged. “I need you to, I need it so badly.”
Though he was taken aback by her plea, the pull was too strong, and hurriedly pushing the thin cotton fabric out of the way, he touched her naked pussy. She was soaked, and with his blood racing through his veins, he drew her into an ardent, vo-racious kiss.
He’d never devoured a woman’s lips as he devoured hers, and as he consumed her mouth his finger found its way into her sex. He circled and rubbed her clit, elic-iting grateful muffled moans, then pushing it into her depths he found no re-sistance. She wasn’t intact, but the thought was fleeting as the fever seized him. She was gasping, murmuring his name, her arms had come around him and were clinging to his back, and his cock was pressing uncomfortably inside confines of his trousers. Using his free hand he somehow managed to release it, and to his great joy, one of her hands left his back and wrapped itself around him.
“Katherine,” he grunted, his lips moving from her mouth to her neck. “Katherine, you are so…”
But his voice trailed off as he felt his cock swelling with its pending orgasm. He was on the verge, and his finger was fiercely thrusting in and out of her as his thumb continued to agitate her sensitive nub.
“I’m there, I’m there,” she exclaimed in a hoarse whisper, and as she shuddered through her release, his cock spewed its essence, jerking in her feminine, delicate hold.
The convulsions passed, and lost in a sea of serenity, Katherine was limp in Rhett’s arms. Letting out a long breath, Rhett closed his eyes and softly cradled her. The intimate moment had been completely unexpected and he’d allowed him-self to be swept away, but he was pondering what had just happened. Katherine’s sexual appetite was a startling development, and while he believed she had kept the evil man at bay, it was obvious something else must have happened. What was it? Is that why she wanted him to read her diary?
...
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February 4, 2017
The Dark Forest: A Collection of Erotic Fairytales !
It's sexy Saturday, and if you like it dark (like me!) then check out this A-MAZ-ING new collection! Enjoy seven wicked stories from seven bestselling authors, each more deliciously deviant than the last!
Nothing is as it seems in our dark and twisted fairyland. Princes are not charming and the path to happily ever after is paved with creative punishments and supplication. Do not fret for our fair maidens. These are still fairytales. Love will conquer all in the end.
Sounds awesome right? Then just wait for the delicious re-work of Rapunzel by Jennifer Bene. She's one of the fabulous bestsellers involved in this book...
Rebecca 'Rapunzel' Sinclair has spent her entire life in The Tower. A forty-two story monument to her father's tech company where she lives and works, trying to be worthy of Daniel Sinclair's incredible legacy.
But while her father has kept her sheltered and safe, he has also made enemies, and when one of them rips Rapunzel from The Tower and takes her prisoner she is dropped into a nightmare of pain and pleasure.
There are secrets this damned prince knows, and a dangerous history behind his motivations. As her masked captor works to break her down will she be able to face the darkness in her past, and the dangerous desires she's discovering inside herself?
Brace yourself... Here's the excerpt!
It stayed dark for hours, or at least it seemed to, her mind torturing her with imagined shadows. Each time her hair brushed her skin she jumped, whining into the empty space around her, shivering as her eyes started to play tricks. Flares of color that weren’t actually there, she knew they weren’t there. Nothing was there.
Eventually, she started to plead aloud. She begged in hoarse whispers for him to give her back just one camera light, anything real to focus on, apologized for speaking, apologized for shouting at him – but there was no answer.
No change. Just endless black.
After too much time in the dark, too much time where she was sure she would lose her mind, she heard the door unlock and beautiful, bright light flooded in. She wanted to run towards it, to bathe herself in the brightness, but then she saw the chain in his bare hands. Heard it shifting as link rubbed against link.
At some point she had stood up and taken a few steps towards him, hungry for the light in the hall, but now she was frozen. In the opposite corner of her safe spot, and he was simply staring at her from behind that damn mask. Her voice wobbled as he adjusted the chain in his grip. “Pl- please turn the lights back on?”
“What will you do for me if I do?” The words sent a chill down her spine.
“What do you want?” She took a tentative step back, and then he let the door shut. Darkness covered her again, only now it wasn’t just a random fear, an imagined shape in the black, now she knew the danger was real.
“I want you to come here.” The chain jingled in his hand as he started to walk towards her, and panic raced through her as she staggered backwards until she hit the wall. His heavy footsteps moved quickly, but she darted past him out into the open space. He growled, a hint of his anger tainting his voice. “Come on, princess. Don’t you want the lights back on?”
“Yes,” she answered and then ran, his footfalls moving to where she’d been. A low laugh rumbled out from him when he didn’t find her.
“Come to me on your own and I won’t hurt you - much.” He started to pace the room, searching for her, but she stayed ahead. “But, if you make me catch you…”
Rebecca covered her mouth, trying to breathe as quietly as possible as she inched along the wall, taking careful steps. He was big and he made noise when he moved, and not just because of the chain he carried. Every bootfall, every breath seemed louder in the empty black.
“Last chance.” His voice was closer than she’d expected and she had to hold her mouth shut so she wouldn’t scream as fear wound like icy vines down her spine. A part of her urged her to give in, to beg him not to hurt her, to simply submit, but that was the foolish, weak part – and there was no way in hell she’d listen. His movements were too close and she sped up, but with the next step her foot landed on one of the rings in the floor. A painful punch to the arch of her foot that made her stumble, drawing in a gasp as she scrambled to right herself.
Even as she covered her mouth, she knew it was too late. He’d already heard.
His massive form slammed into her, the breath leaving her lungs in a yelp. “NO!” She screamed, but he caught her arms as she tried to shove him back.
Weak. Pathetic. Stupid.
In a moment she was pinned between his hard body and the wall, and she screamed again, desperate to break away, but he ignored her struggles. “Do you like running from me, princess?” He nudged her hair out of the way as his lips ran down her neck. “Do you like it when I catch you? Is that why you shouted at me earlier?”
“No,” she whined and tried to break his grip, but he tightened his hold until the fine bones of her wrists creaked, and he pulled them high above her head.
“Oh, I think you do like it.” He adjusted until both her hands were captured in one of his, and the chain dropped loudly to the floor beside her. His touch was like a live wire over her skin, making her muscles jump as he traced a path down her neck, over the swell of her breast, and down her waist. “Does it make you wet knowing I can do anything I want with you right now?”
“NO!” She shouted at him, but he growled and forced a knee between her thighs, spreading her until he could press her legs wide.
“Really, princess? Let’s see.” He swiped at her slit, dragging damning moisture towards her clit just before he shoved two fingers inside her roughly. Struggling, she screamed through clenched teeth because she was wet. She knew it before he even started to laugh, his breath brushing over her cheek. “Desperate little whore, I know you better than you know yourself.”
You are a whore.
You should be terrified, not turned on.
There’s something broken in you, damaged, fucked up. Her own mind turned against her, a vicious little voice that was worse than the steady, sharp thrusts of his fingers.
Her pussy ached when he finally slid his fingers from her and then caught her chin, tracing her juices blindly over her lips. “Open up.”
With a violent twist Rebecca tried to break free, but his hips pinned her back to the wall and he dug his nails into the skin of her wrist. The hard press of his cock behind his pants was impossible to ignore and she whined, hating him, hating her body for betraying her like this.
He slapped her, the sting making her gasp before she clamped her jaw shut as he grabbed her chin again. “I said open up, slut. I want you to taste just how wet you are, I want you to lick it from my fingers, I want you to realize that this is all you’re good for.” When she tried to shake her head he dug his fingers into her cheeks, prying her mouth open. “You’re going to obey me, princess, but if you bite me? I’ll do things to your body you can’t even imagine.”
A shudder passed through her at his words, wishing once again that she were braver. Brave enough to bite down, to spit in his face even though she couldn’t see it.
There was no mercy in him as he pushed his fingers in slowly, testing her, and she whined as he forced them to the back of her tongue, making her gag. “Suck.”
...
I know you are going to want to grab The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales,
and you can do so here: http://amzn.to/2j8O908
Have an awesome, sexy Saturday!
Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
Nothing is as it seems in our dark and twisted fairyland. Princes are not charming and the path to happily ever after is paved with creative punishments and supplication. Do not fret for our fair maidens. These are still fairytales. Love will conquer all in the end.
Sounds awesome right? Then just wait for the delicious re-work of Rapunzel by Jennifer Bene. She's one of the fabulous bestsellers involved in this book...
Rebecca 'Rapunzel' Sinclair has spent her entire life in The Tower. A forty-two story monument to her father's tech company where she lives and works, trying to be worthy of Daniel Sinclair's incredible legacy.
But while her father has kept her sheltered and safe, he has also made enemies, and when one of them rips Rapunzel from The Tower and takes her prisoner she is dropped into a nightmare of pain and pleasure.
There are secrets this damned prince knows, and a dangerous history behind his motivations. As her masked captor works to break her down will she be able to face the darkness in her past, and the dangerous desires she's discovering inside herself?
Brace yourself... Here's the excerpt!
It stayed dark for hours, or at least it seemed to, her mind torturing her with imagined shadows. Each time her hair brushed her skin she jumped, whining into the empty space around her, shivering as her eyes started to play tricks. Flares of color that weren’t actually there, she knew they weren’t there. Nothing was there.
Eventually, she started to plead aloud. She begged in hoarse whispers for him to give her back just one camera light, anything real to focus on, apologized for speaking, apologized for shouting at him – but there was no answer.
No change. Just endless black.
After too much time in the dark, too much time where she was sure she would lose her mind, she heard the door unlock and beautiful, bright light flooded in. She wanted to run towards it, to bathe herself in the brightness, but then she saw the chain in his bare hands. Heard it shifting as link rubbed against link.
At some point she had stood up and taken a few steps towards him, hungry for the light in the hall, but now she was frozen. In the opposite corner of her safe spot, and he was simply staring at her from behind that damn mask. Her voice wobbled as he adjusted the chain in his grip. “Pl- please turn the lights back on?”
“What will you do for me if I do?” The words sent a chill down her spine.
“What do you want?” She took a tentative step back, and then he let the door shut. Darkness covered her again, only now it wasn’t just a random fear, an imagined shape in the black, now she knew the danger was real.
“I want you to come here.” The chain jingled in his hand as he started to walk towards her, and panic raced through her as she staggered backwards until she hit the wall. His heavy footsteps moved quickly, but she darted past him out into the open space. He growled, a hint of his anger tainting his voice. “Come on, princess. Don’t you want the lights back on?”
“Yes,” she answered and then ran, his footfalls moving to where she’d been. A low laugh rumbled out from him when he didn’t find her.
“Come to me on your own and I won’t hurt you - much.” He started to pace the room, searching for her, but she stayed ahead. “But, if you make me catch you…”
Rebecca covered her mouth, trying to breathe as quietly as possible as she inched along the wall, taking careful steps. He was big and he made noise when he moved, and not just because of the chain he carried. Every bootfall, every breath seemed louder in the empty black.
“Last chance.” His voice was closer than she’d expected and she had to hold her mouth shut so she wouldn’t scream as fear wound like icy vines down her spine. A part of her urged her to give in, to beg him not to hurt her, to simply submit, but that was the foolish, weak part – and there was no way in hell she’d listen. His movements were too close and she sped up, but with the next step her foot landed on one of the rings in the floor. A painful punch to the arch of her foot that made her stumble, drawing in a gasp as she scrambled to right herself.
Even as she covered her mouth, she knew it was too late. He’d already heard.
His massive form slammed into her, the breath leaving her lungs in a yelp. “NO!” She screamed, but he caught her arms as she tried to shove him back.
Weak. Pathetic. Stupid.
In a moment she was pinned between his hard body and the wall, and she screamed again, desperate to break away, but he ignored her struggles. “Do you like running from me, princess?” He nudged her hair out of the way as his lips ran down her neck. “Do you like it when I catch you? Is that why you shouted at me earlier?”
“No,” she whined and tried to break his grip, but he tightened his hold until the fine bones of her wrists creaked, and he pulled them high above her head.
“Oh, I think you do like it.” He adjusted until both her hands were captured in one of his, and the chain dropped loudly to the floor beside her. His touch was like a live wire over her skin, making her muscles jump as he traced a path down her neck, over the swell of her breast, and down her waist. “Does it make you wet knowing I can do anything I want with you right now?”
“NO!” She shouted at him, but he growled and forced a knee between her thighs, spreading her until he could press her legs wide.
“Really, princess? Let’s see.” He swiped at her slit, dragging damning moisture towards her clit just before he shoved two fingers inside her roughly. Struggling, she screamed through clenched teeth because she was wet. She knew it before he even started to laugh, his breath brushing over her cheek. “Desperate little whore, I know you better than you know yourself.”
You are a whore.
You should be terrified, not turned on.
There’s something broken in you, damaged, fucked up. Her own mind turned against her, a vicious little voice that was worse than the steady, sharp thrusts of his fingers.
Her pussy ached when he finally slid his fingers from her and then caught her chin, tracing her juices blindly over her lips. “Open up.”
With a violent twist Rebecca tried to break free, but his hips pinned her back to the wall and he dug his nails into the skin of her wrist. The hard press of his cock behind his pants was impossible to ignore and she whined, hating him, hating her body for betraying her like this.
He slapped her, the sting making her gasp before she clamped her jaw shut as he grabbed her chin again. “I said open up, slut. I want you to taste just how wet you are, I want you to lick it from my fingers, I want you to realize that this is all you’re good for.” When she tried to shake her head he dug his fingers into her cheeks, prying her mouth open. “You’re going to obey me, princess, but if you bite me? I’ll do things to your body you can’t even imagine.”
A shudder passed through her at his words, wishing once again that she were braver. Brave enough to bite down, to spit in his face even though she couldn’t see it.
There was no mercy in him as he pushed his fingers in slowly, testing her, and she whined as he forced them to the back of her tongue, making her gag. “Suck.”
...
I know you are going to want to grab The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales,
and you can do so here: http://amzn.to/2j8O908 Have an awesome, sexy Saturday!
Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
