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November 11, 2014
Daddy’s Rules – You Are MINE #MFRWHooks
Welcome to MFRW Book Hooks, a weekly meme in which ‘Marketing for Romance Writers’ Authors post snippets from their books.
“Okay, first of all, I will be your daddy, and you will be my little girl. You will be mine and only mine. You will do what I say, without complaint. Do your best to be a good girl.”
“Okay, Daddy,” she said, flipping her hair. In part it felt like play acting, answering him this way. At the same time it was like falling into a pit of marshmallows, knowing there was a soft, sweet place to land.
Daddy Morebucks (Book 1 in the Daddy’s Girl Series)
From the moment she laid eyes upon him, Marley knew in her heart that James was not just another client, and the difference wasn’t even the large sum of money he offered in return for a single night of submission. No, what set him apart was the fact that when she called James “daddy”, it was her own heart which beat faster and her own body which ached with need.
After that night, Marley does her best to put all thought of him behind her, using the huge payday he provided to get on her feet again and start over… until James knocks on her door and walks right back into her life. He makes her a simple offer: if she will live with him and submit to him whenever he wishes, he will provide for her every desire.
Even before she accepts his offer, Marley knows that what she truly wants is not money or clothing or even a fancy new car. What she longs for is a daddy who will give his little girl what she really needs… a daddy who will spank her bare bottom when she is naughty, tie her up and take her any way he pleases, and then cuddle her until she falls asleep in his arms. Can she dare to hope that James will be that daddy?
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November 3, 2014
Daddies in the City – VIDEO with a sneak peek
I wanted a fun way to give readers a sneak peek at the third Daddy’s Girl Book so I made this video. The working title is “Poor Little Daddy’s Girl”, and it is the story of Charmaine Bainbridge and incredible hot firefighter Hunter Baldwin. (He makes a cameo appearance in book two – Daddy’s Game) This book was incredibly fun to write. I’ve always been taken with the the sexy images of couples embracing on sandy beaches, and in this book I finally had the chance to write a sexy beach scene when all the girls visit Acapulco, Mexico for Kimberly and Charles’ wedding.
If you haven’t read the first two books in the Daddy’s Girl Series – now is the time! They are available at Amazon, B&N, ARe, Kobo, and Blushing Books.
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October 27, 2014
Pleasuring Herself to Avoid a Spanking #MasturbationMonday
Welcome to Masturbation Monday! The weekly event dedicated to self pleasure. The Doms in my stories love to have their women masturbate for them and sexy pirate Gaston Galette from the Pirates of the Jolie Rouge Trilogy is no exception. This excerpt continues where last week’s passage left off. Gaston has just told Frederica to play with herself while he goes to catch them some breakfast. (They are marooned on a lush, tropical beach in the Caribbean.)
She sat down hard on the sand and slumped forward. The bastard had aroused her and left her panting like a dog in season. Yet, he’d given her a task. A task that, now in her lust-filled state, didn’t seem as terrible as it had a few moments ago.
Gaston waded out among the waves, intent on catching their breakfast. He had not glanced back at her since he left. Her sex throbbed with yearning. He wasn’t watching. She had no reason to be ashamed, or at least, she tried to convince herself of this.
And there was the issue of him commanding her to do it. She pondered what he would do if she did not comply. That wretched spanking flooded her consciousness. She wasn’t sure how he would know, but she believed him when he said he would.
With his pleasure in mind, she leaned back and trailed her hand under her skirt, keeping an eye on Gaston. In the distance, she could still make out the outline of his muscular frame. Thinking of what he had done to her the day before, she unfurled her fingers and began playing with her pussy. Starting with long strokes, she tried several techniques Gaston had suggested. In no time her hand was wet with her juices.
Inserting a finger, her sore little channel complained at first, but with further stimulation, the intrusion felt good. She scooted closer to the palm trees and rested her back on one. Then she traced her southernmost lips, teasing her tender bud, drawing circles around it, sending her arousal into the stratosphere.
Shutting her eyes, she pictured Gaston’s face—his devilish grin, sexy eye-patch, and dashing dreadlocks. Sounds from last night’s tryst replaying in her ear, she threw her head back and rubbed herself into a delicious, trembling orgasm.
When she came back to earth, she half-opened her eyes and took in the beauty of the waves crashing against the shore. A sultry breeze rolled in from the ocean and she giggled softly, hugging her knees to her chest. Her body had become a source of infinite joy, and she had Gaston to thank for that. He made her giddy as a child with a new puppy. Only she wasn’t a child anymore, and these were definitely adult pleasures.
As difficult as it was for her to believe, she was the happiest she’d ever been, here, marooned on this island. A week ago she’d been Humphrey’s captive. But now, for the first time since the Adelaide had been attacked, she had something to look forward to and hope for the future. With any luck, her future would include melting into the arms of the dashing pirate who’d rescued her.
Rescued by the Buccaneer
When Frederica Beauchamp boards a ship for the Americas, she dreams of a life filled with adventure, but she gets more than she bargained for when her passenger ship is attacked by pirates. The heartless men kidnap her and force her to serve their captain—a fate that might be worse than death, since though he does not have his way with her, the captain delights in baring her, shaming her, and thrashing her bare bottom as punishment for every imagined disobedience.
After the pirates bring aboard an injured man found floating in the sea, Frederica tends to his wounds and learns that he is Gaston Galette, a survivor of a shipwrecked vessel. Gaston seeks her help to overthrow the vile captain, but when their plan goes awry he is forced to use all of his wiles to save them. As the naïve girl and the seasoned sailor navigate one perilous situation after another, he informs Frederica that the only way they can survive is if he is in command, and that if she thinks things can be otherwise, she will be taken over his knee for a bare bottom spanking.
As he watches the proud, willful Frederica bow to his authority, however, Gaston worries that her growing hold on his heart will be his downfall. He knows he cannot take a woman with him when he returns to his ship and crew, but when Frederica accepts his lustful dominance completely, submitting to him with grace and beauty no other woman could match, Gaston realizes that he may never be able to let her go.
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October 24, 2014
This Hot Daddy Dom Could Arouse a Prostitute #SatSpanks
Welcome to Saturday Spankings! Since we’re allowed a longer excerpt this week I’m sharing a scene from my most popular title, Daddy Morebucks, the first book in the Daddy’s Girl Series. In this scene, down-on-her-luck prostitute Marley has scored a date with a john who’s willing to pay $5,000 for a night where he can play Daddy Dom. He’s gorgeous and rich – a dream customer, but will she be able to play along to his satisfaction?
Excerpt
Jackpot again! A meal. Thank you Lord! Marley hadn’t eaten anything since the bowl of grits she ate early that morning at the shelter. No wonder those mojitos had gone to her head. Her belly rumbled. Tonight was turning out to be a good night.
“Yes, that sounds lovely, Sir.” She knew dominant men loved it when you called them by whatever names they asked you to call them. Sir, Master, whatever. She aimed to please this one with the big checkbook as best as she could.
He led her to the dining room, where sumptuous blue and green draperies framed the Dallas skyline, the lights making it look like a Texas fairyland. The aroma of the food was so strong, it relegated the smell of the flowers on the table to a simple undernote.
The table was set with fine china, elegant crystal, and golden flatware. Goblets of icy cold water and several crystal wine glasses anchored beautiful place settings. Their plates had warmers over the top of them. Ah, he’s let the help go. It’s only the two of us. Marley made it a habit to know how many people were around. From a safety perspective, knowledge was power. She didn’t expect this guy to be more than she could handle, but it was preferable to know ahead of time if someone else was going to pop out of the woodwork. She didn’t like surprises when she was on the job.
He held the chair out for her. She sat down, then he pushed her back under the linen tablecloth.
“Thank you, Sir,” she said politely.
Taking his seat across from her, he said, “I hope you aren’t a vegetarian.” “Oh, no. I love meat.” She raised an eyebrow suggestively.
He ignored the double entendre.
She opened the covering atop the food to peek at what was underneath it. She was famished.
“Marley, did I say you could look at your food?”
Is he serious? Chastised, she answered, “No, Sir.” “You will wait until I tell you to remove the cover.” “Okay, sorry,” she grumbled.
“For tonight, I am your benefactor and you will do as I say. Is that clear?” His dark eyes stared into hers.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. I prefer to say grace before we eat if that doesn’t offend you.” He reached for her hand.
“No, that’s fine, Sir.” She liked the feel of his clean, warm hand. A whiff of cologne or aftershave drifted past her nose. For some reason it gave her comfort. Though he appeared to be around thirty years old, the man had a commanding presence and she liked the way he took charge. It made her feel as though she could relax, a rarity for her.
Usually Marley had to be vigilant, not only when working, but in every aspect of her life. She was guarded with people. Friendly on the outside, but on the inside she was wary of everyone. Experience had taught her that. Count on no one but yourself. That was the only way to survive.
“Lord, bless this food and us to thine service. Please bless Marley in her endeavors and be with us this evening as we partake in your bounty. Amen.”
Marley found it odd that a religious man would have a prostitute over and that he would pray over it. It takes all kinds. She found it kinda cute though. The fact that he did something so quirky made her warm to him. She didn’t want to admit that it touched her that he said a prayer for her. No one had ever prayed for her before, that she knew of.
He leaned gracefully across the table and removed her plate cover to reveal a delicious smelling entrée that consisted of some kind of beef tucked in a pastry shell, fluffy potatoes piped into a fancy swirled shape, and seasoned green beans.
“I’m glad you eat meat. I don’t have much patience for salads myself, and you look like you could use a good meal.” He chuckled.
He has no idea, she thought as she watched him cautiously, waiting until he picked up his fork first. She wasn’t going to jump the gun again and risk looking like the starving indigent she was.
“You may go ahead.” He motioned to her plate.
“Thank you, Sir.” She dove in, starting with the meat, trying to remain ladylike while desperately wanting to eat like a famished farm hand after a long day’s work.
They ate their meal in silence, the only noises being the clinks of silverware on plates and glasses tinkling as they drank and enjoyed the tasty meal.
“Do you care for any wine?” he asked.
Remembering what Milton had said about him not liking his girls to drink alcohol, she shook her head no.
“No, Sir,” he corrected her.
She finished her bite and dutifully answered, “No, Sir. Thank you for offering, Sir.” She could play that game with her eyes closed.
“Well, I’m going to have a glass of merlot, though I do like to keep my head about me during a scene. You should too.”
“I’m fine, though I did have some drinks earlier.”
“You did?”
“Yeah, but don’t worry. Milton told me you don’t like your girls drunk, and this food sopped up all the alcohol in my system, so no worries, Sir.” He sat quietly sipping his wine and considering her.
“Would you like dessert?”
“Sure! I mean, yes, Sir.”
He looked surprised. “Oh, well, then I’ll call down for something. Maybe we can have it later. What would you like? Cake? Crème brûlée? I could see what the specials are…”
“Crème brûlée. I’ve always wanted to try that.”
He used a phone in the corner to order two crème brûlées before returning to his seat.
Marley finished her potatoes and leaned back in her chair, her tummy contented. “Thank you, Sir. That was delicious.”
Unable to read him, Marley decided it was time to get this show on the road. The sooner he was finished with her, the sooner she could get some sleep. Lack of sleep was catching up with her. The different noises and random commotion that went on throughout the night at the shelter kept her awake. If she was lucky she could crash here and find a new place tomorrow.
Locking her eyes with his, she slipped out of her chair onto the floor and crawled on her hands and knees around to his side of the table. Setting her hands on his knee, she attempted to push back his chair. But it didn’t go as smoothly as she had planned. The chair didn’t budge.
“What are you doing?” He wore a bemused expression.
“I was going to ask you if I could please worship your cock, Daddy.”
“Sir,” he corrected. “And I will be the one to tell you what to do, young lady. You are out of line.”
Marley sat back on her heels, deflated. “Oh. Sorry. Sir.”
“My, my. You are a little slut. I think you’ve earned a spanking for that little stunt. Come up here and lie across my lap.”
Obediently, Marley draped herself over his lap, her bottom over his knee.
Slowly, he pulled her dress up around her waist and yanked her panties down to just above her knees.
“Marley, do you know why I’m disciplining you?”
“Yes, Sir. Because I was naughty.” Her voice sounded strange since she was upside down.
“It is because you are to do what I ask of you, not take the initiative.”
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”
“The rules were explained to you before you got here?”
“Yes, Sir,” she lied. She didn’t have any idea she wasn’t supposed to do that. Hell, she thought he would like what she did. But she’d lie there for a spanking for five G’s. “Then you have earned a punishment for your impudence. Do you understand?” “Yes, Sir.” She steeled herself for whatever was to come.
She flinched when his bare hand slammed down on her naked rear end. Another blow rained down, eliciting a cry from her lips. She clenched her muscles.
“Don’t tense up. Relax. Ease into the pain. It will make it easier.”
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice a whimper, she took a deep breath and tried to do as he instructed.
More swats landed on her ass. She imagined it must be getting red by now.
He was right. Not resisting was helpful. Embracing the sting helped her ride the wave of pain as he smacked her posterior.
She moaned under his hand and was grateful when he ceased the spanking and began rubbing her aching cheeks. Gently, he slid his hands over her skin, massaging her hot globes, easing her distress.
“Mmm, thank you, Sir,” she purred, disheveled and drunk with endorphins.
“You’re welcome,” he said quietly.
His fingers dipped down and brushed across her pussy lips. She strained, wanting him to touch her. This was strange. She didn’t usually become aroused on her ‘dates.’ She carried lube for that reason.
When he inserted a finger into her opening, she was surprised that her cunt was so slick and welcoming.
“You must have liked your spanking, little girl. I can feel how wet you are.”
Usually nothing a john said could get her motor running. She could fuck all day without becoming aroused. She could make up a grocery list in her head while pretending to have the time of her life. But there was something about this man’s tone that awakened a place inside her.
A place she wasn’t familiar with.
She nodded, and this time he let that suffice as an answer.
Fucking her with one finger, then two, he pressed his thumb inside her asshole. Discomfort followed by unfiltered ecstasy overtook her, and Marley gave in to the experience. Why hold back? What was the point? She was here to get fucked; she might as well enjoy it.
Writhing on his lap, she could smell her own desire in the air. She wanted to burst, she was so filled with passion.
“Take the rest of your clothes off,” he ordered her.
Dizzy, she took care not to fall over as she hurriedly pulled her dress over her head and removed her panties.
As she stood before him, undressed while he was completely clothed, the heat of the moment sunk in. She was vulnerable in a way that went beyond the fact that she was naked and he wasn’t. He took control of her in a way no man ever had. She had interacted with doms before, but never like this. It had never affected her before. There was something about this man, the way he looked at her, the way he commanded her with merely his voice… it struck a chord with her and she wanted to play that chord at full volume.
She wanted him. She couldn’t wait for him to have his way with her. Her cool persona melted away and left her a quaking puddle of unending need.
“Good girl. Now come over here and turn your back to me so I may bind your hands.”
Daddy Morebucks
From the moment she laid eyes upon him, Marley knew in her heart that James was not just another client, and the difference wasn’t even the large sum of money he offered in return for a single night of submission. No, what set him apart was the fact that when she called James “daddy”, it was her own heart which beat faster and her own body which ached with need.
After that night, Marley does her best to put all thought of him behind her, using the huge payday he provided to get on her feet again and start over… until James knocks on her door and walks right back into her life. He makes her a simple offer: if she will live with him and submit to him whenever he wishes, he will provide for her every desire.
Even before she accepts his offer, though, Marley knows what she truly wants is not money or clothing or even a fancy new car. What she longs for is a daddy who will give his little girl what she really needs… a daddy who will spank her bare bottom when she is naughty, tie her up and take her any way he pleases, and then cuddle her until she falls asleep in his arms. Can she dare to hope that James will be that daddy?
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NEW Delightful Victorian Spanking Romance from Etta Stark
Join me today for Friends on Friday with Etta Stark, where she’ll be talking about her new historical romance Lord Westbrook’s Muse.
Hello Normandie! Thank you so much for having me over. It’s great to have the opportunity to talk about my new book Lord Westbrook’s Muse with you because you are one of my favourite historical writers. I love a historical romance. Like my previous books, Lord Westbrook’s Muse is set during the Victoria era. I absolutely love your Pirates of the Jolie Rouge books which are set in the seventeenth century so several hundred years earlier than mine. They so much fun – all sparky heroine, swashbuckling roguish pirates and perilous situations. I can’t wait for the third one to come out!
My new book, Lord Westbrook’s Muse tells the story of a stuffy Lord of the Manor who falls in love with Cass, a beautiful and somewhat mysterious house guest of his mother’s.
After Robert bares Cass’s bottom for a spanking on the very first day they meet, the pair embark on a passionate love affair meeting up in secret in an empty cottage on Lord Westbrook’s grounds. In the snippet below, however, their relationship has hit a bit of a rocky patch. Realising that the two of them want something different, Cass has ended the relationship with Lord Westbrook. She wasn’t happy about doing it though, and her unhappiness causes her to drink rather too much at a party at Lord Westbrook’s house the following day.
Lord Westbrook is furious at Cass’s behaviour and his fury will lead to him administering a harsh disciplinary spanking with a riding crop. But first they have this exchange.
“Don’t you think you have had enough to drink?” he said, taking the cup from her fingers and setting it on the table.
“I do not see how it is any concern of yours,” she replied, knowing it was a stupid answer as she said it. It was his house. It was clearly his concern if one of his guests was over-indulging, regardless of their past history.
Lord Westbrook scanned the guests in the room. “I don’t know where my mother has got to,” he said. “She really should be taking better care of you.”
“I don’t need taking care of! I am not a child.” Her response came out far louder than she had intended. Several guests turned round to look at her.
“Then I suggest you stop acting like it and behave rather more like a lady,” he hissed.
Oh, that really was the limit, she thought. Lord Westbrook was absolutely the last person on Earth who should be lecturing her on behaving like a lady. “Hah!” was all that she said in response. She snatched up the punch cup that he had taken from her and drank it down quickly.
“Very ladylike,” said Lord Westbrook sarcastically. “Do you feel better for that?”
Cass nodded. Although in truth she was beginning to feel somewhat unwell. She felt nausea rise up in her throat as her too-quickly consumed drink hit her stomach and joined the multiple others already there. She fought back the urge to retch.
“Do you need to go outside?” asked Lord Westbrook. “You look like you could do with some fresh air.”
Cass nodded gingerly and he took her arm and led her through the French windows onto the terrace. They stood for a few moments in the warm air without talking.
“Stay where you are,” Lord Westbrook instructed. “I am going to fetch you a glass of water.”
He disappeared inside and Cass once again felt biliousness rising up inside her. She leaned over the low terrace and, to her utter mortification, vomited copiously into the flowerbed below. She remained in position for several minutes to ensure that she had brought up everything that she was going to. When she straightened herself to stand, she was horrified to see that Lord Westbrook was already returned and was silently waiting there with a tumbler of water in his hand.
“Drink this,” he said. “It will make you feel better.”
Cass drank it down; grateful that the water washed away the bilious taste in her mouth. She did actually feel a good deal better now. Emptying her stomach had put an end to the nausea and cleared her head.
She looked over at Lord Westbrook and saw fury glittering in his dark brown eyes. Cass looked down at the ground in shame, the full force of her disgraceful behaviour just hitting her now.
“Walk with me,” Lord Westbrook commanded walking away from the house.
Cass followed obediently. She didn’t want to give Lord Westbrook any further reason to be disappointed with her.
They passed the stables where Lord Westbrook told her to wait outside. He emerged carrying a stout riding crop.
Surely he did not intend to go riding now, Cass thought. Her heart hammered in her chest when she considered the other use that he might put it to.
Lord Westbrook’s Muse
Lord Robert Westbrook’s life of responsibility and social obligations is turned on its head when he meets Cass, a beautiful and idiosyncratic woman at his mother’s garden party. Cass is a staunch supporter of women’s rights as well as an advocate of dress reform, rejecting the restrictive fashions of the nineteenth century.
In fact, Cass’s rebellion isn’t limited to her dress sense. She is also determined to experience the excitement and passion of a sexual liaison. Lord Westbrook, she has decided, is the very man she wants to seduce her. Meanwhile Lord Westbrook has determined that Cass requires some stern discipline.
The couple’s passionate and fiery romance breaks every rule of Victorian decency and kindles a love that neither Cass nor Robert were prepared for. However, when Cass’s secret past finally catches up with her, it seems that the couple’s happiness might be doomed forever.
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October 20, 2014
The Pirate’s Command #MasturbationMonday
Welcome to Masturbation Monday! The weekly event dedicated to self pleasure. The Doms in my stories love to have their women masturbate for them and sexy pirate Gaston Galette from the Pirates of the Jolie Rouge Trilogy is no exception. This excerpt occurs just after Gaston and Frederica have woken up in a beautiful grotto underneath a waterfall on the island where they’ve been marooned.
“Let’s make our way back towards the beach, and I’ll try to catch us some fish for breakfast.” He entwined his fingers with hers and they trudged along the path towards the beach.
They had yet to discuss the evening before—her deflowering, as it were. She wished she had a woman friend to speak with about it. She felt a blush creep into her cheeks and her pussy tingled when she relived the experience in her mind.
Along the way Gaston picked up some more coconuts, and before she knew it, they were back at the beach. About forty feet from the jungle, Gaston dropped everything on the sand and asked her to fetch the kindling she’d gathered the previous day.
When she returned with her second armload, she found him bent over the mound of twigs and husks with a round glass object. “What is that?”
“What’s left of a monocle,” he responded, not looking up, his attention trained on the glass, slanting it in one direction, then tilting it slightly.
“Where did it come from? And what are you doing?”
“My pocket. Always keep it with me. I’m building a fire.” A hint of smoke rose from a spot of the husks, and he breathed life into the fragile fire with a whoosh of air from his lips. Gradually, he added more kindling until flames danced up about half a foot. At that point he began to add some of the larger pieces he’d retrieved from the jungle. Handing her a long stick, he asked her if she would tend the fire while he fished.
“I will, but might I get a kiss first?” It was a bold move asking for his affection, but he’d awakened this brazen woman inside of her. Let him be the recipient of this new, shameless desire she experienced.
He responded with a kiss that made her knees wobble. “Pull up your skirts for me.”
She froze.
“Go ahead, girl. Do as I say.” His lip curled into a snarl.
Primly, she lifted her hem to her knees.
“Higher.” She didn’t miss the warning in his voice, recalling the spanking he’d subjected her to on the ship, and she hiked them up to her waist.
He positioned himself behind her and walked his fingers down her bush until he found the sweet spot between her legs. Fondling her clit, he nibbled her earlobe, eliciting a sigh of pleasure from her lips.
“While I’m gone, I want you to play with your little cunt,” he growled into her ear.
She gasped, her spine stiffening.
“Fuck it with your hand. Explore the inside walls. Stroke that clit, roll it between your fingers. Find out what gives you pleasure, my dear. Get to know that delightful body of yours.”
Frederica felt her face turn crimson. She’d fiddled with that part of herself on occasion before, but she’d never shared such acts with anyone, and it embarrassed her to discuss such matters aloud.
He released her with a wink. “Do it, girl. If you disobey me, I’ll know.” With that he disappeared into the waves.
More next week…
Rescued by the Buccaneer
When Frederica Beauchamp boards a ship for the Americas, she dreams of a life filled with adventure, but she gets more than she bargained for when her passenger ship is attacked by pirates. The heartless men kidnap her and force her to serve their captain—a fate that might be worse than death, since though he does not have his way with her, the captain delights in baring her, shaming her, and thrashing her bare bottom as punishment for every imagined disobedience.
After the pirates bring aboard an injured man found floating in the sea, Frederica tends to his wounds and learns that he is Gaston Galette, a survivor of a shipwrecked vessel. Gaston seeks her help to overthrow the vile captain, but when their plan goes awry he is forced to use all of his wiles to save them. As the naïve girl and the seasoned sailor navigate one perilous situation after another, he informs Frederica that the only way they can survive is if he is in command, and that if she thinks things can be otherwise, she will be taken over his knee for a bare bottom spanking.
As he watches the proud, willful Frederica bow to his authority, however, Gaston worries that her growing hold on his heart will be his downfall. He knows he cannot take a woman with him when he returns to his ship and crew, but when Frederica accepts his lustful dominance completely, submitting to him with grace and beauty no other woman could match, Gaston realizes that he may never be able to let her go.
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October 17, 2014
A Naughty Excerpt from Sir and Babygirl: Bound by Love by Kayla Lords
Today I’m welcoming Kayla Lords to the blog to share an smokin’ hot excerpt from her new release, Sir and Babygirl: Bound by Love.
Sir and Babygirl: Bound by Love
In the second set of adventures, Sir and Babygirl’s relationship, built on a mutual love of kink and a need for the dominance and submission lifestyle, must move forward or stagnate. Can Babygirl set aside her fears of heartbreak? Will Sir convince his sweet submissive that he loves her completely? And just how many erotic adventures can these two get into as they navigate their growing relationship?
Find out in the sequel to The Adventures of Sir and Babygirl. This time, Sir and Babygirl are Bound by Love.
Excerpt
Babygirl arched her back and pointed her toes. The center of her body burned with desire. The phantom hands in her dreams became all too real as she realized Sir was the one driving her to the brink. His fingers stroked her pussy with a feather light touch. The sensations were delicate and sensuous bringing her body quickly to the brink of climax.
She spread her legs wide, granting him complete access, but she was terrified of the burn building inside of her. Her body was so sensitive that even the light touches on her clit seared her and caused her to cry out from a combination of pain and pleasure.
Her body shook as his hand mercilessly stroked her slit, harshly rubbing against her clit. He growled into her ear as she began to cry out, wordlessly. His hand moved faster than before, bringing her to the brink before –
“Please, oh God, please, Sir, please can I come? Please, please, please, pleasepleasepleaseplease.” Her whispered pleas became incoherent as she tensed every muscle in her body to prevent the oncoming avalanche of an orgasm.
“Come for me, girl.” His raspy whisper was hot on her ear. She threw her head back and convulsed around his hand, fluids gushing from her body in a climax that soaked her pajamas and the bed beneath her. Sir’s hand never stopped it’s movement. Now she could hear the evidence of her own desire. Wet, slurpy, squelching sounds filled the room as his fingers moved in and out of her. She felt the next orgasm building right behind the first. Wailing, she arched her back as she came again, liquid pouring out of her body.
Sir chuckled. “Keep on squirting, Babygirl. I intend to wring you dry before I take what’s mine.”
She gasped as another wave of pleasure crashed over her. Writhing under his hand, she squealed through gritted teeth, terrified of making too much noise and more afraid of coming apart at the seams. Her hips lifted off the bed, bucking as her pussy clenched in one teeth-jarring, body-wracking orgasm. Every muscle contracted as her body convulsed. Finally spent, she collapsed into the soaked covers, breathing hard, unable to move a muscle.
“My turn.” She couldn’t miss the satisfaction in Sir’s voice.
He flipped her on her side as if she was a ragdoll. Not that I can move on my own. I’m boneless. He pulled her hips against his pelvis. Babygirl arched her back and lifted her top leg, giving him easy access to her swollen opening. In one smooth move, he entered her and began thrusting. The feel of his hips meeting her bottom made her close her eyes in sheer bliss.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh…” At this angle, he was hitting the exact perfect spot. If he kept it up, she would come again.
With one hand, he dug his fingers into her hip with enough force to leave bruises later. His other hand wound its way through her hair. Between gasps, Babygirl purred at the feel of his hands on her body.
“Eeeek!” Sir grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. Her scalp burned from the force of his grip. Her breath was restricted slightly, causing her to rasp with each thrust into her soaked pussy.
He growled deep in his throat and began to fuck her faster and faster, thrusting in and out at a blinding pace. She could feel his sweat-soaked chest against her back. She gripped the sheets in a futile attempt to brace herself. Letting go of her hair without a word, he pushed her head into the mattress, forcing her down. Tightening his grip on her hips, she cried out in pain and pleasure, knowing without a doubt she would bare his mark before they were done.
“Touch your clit, girl.” His voice was ferocious even though he ground the words out through clenched teeth in a raspy whisper.
In her current position, it wasn’t easy to get her left hand down to her clit, but she managed. The moment she touched herself, she screamed into the mattress as she exploded. She heard Sir chuckle behind her.
“Yeah, I like to feel that pussy clench around my cock. Again, girl. Don’t fucking stop.”
Although she was painfully tender, she continued to stroke herself as he ordered. Every time she climaxed around his cock, he grunted. Without a word, he yanked her head up by her hair, forcing her head back at the same painful angle.
“I’m going to fill you with my seed, girl. That’s what you want, isn’t it, little slut? You like being my fucktoy…”
With each word Sir thrust harder and faster until she felt him stiffen behind her, every muscle contracted as he groaned the last word out. She could almost swear she felt the hot jets of fluid shooting into her body. He held her in place until the end. Shuddering, he lay back against the bed, panting as if he’d just run a race. Smiling to herself, she clenched her pelvic muscles, loving the way he gasped with each contraction, milking his body for every drop of his essence.
They both lay in silence, breathing hard as they recovered from the vigorous fucking. After a moment, feeling their combined juices trickling out of her body, seeping into the crack of her ass and the sheets beneath them, Babygirl rolled over and wrapped an arm around Sir’s chest.
“Thank you, Sir. I didn’t think you had the energy for this tonight.”
“Tonight? Babygirl, it’s four in the morning, and I feel fine.” Babygirl giggled at his teasing tone.
“I think I like being woken up this way, Sir. Much better than a boring old alarm clock.”
“I’d like to think being used as my personal fucktoy is better than any other method.”
Sir looked down at her, waiting for a response, and found her drifting off. “Sleep, Babygirl. I’ll wake you up again in a few hours.”
“Mmmm, I sure hope so, Sir,” mumbled Babygirl. She sighed with pleasure and fell back asleep.
About the Author
I discovered my love of writing at age seven and my sexual fantasies by age 13. It took a divorce and re-entry into the dating to world to find my sexual power and voice. I am a sexual submissive in the BDSM lifestyle which is not as extreme and terrifying as it may first appear from the outside looking in.
I write BDSM-themed erotica with a focus on dominance and submission (D/s). I not only want to turn my readers on, but I want them to realize that D/s is more than just a kink and isn’t scary or degrading.
A blogger, tweeter, and talker, I love interacting with my readers as much as possible!
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October 13, 2014
Trust Daddy and Quit Bossing #MasturbationMonday
Welcome to Masturbation Monday! After a couple of weeks off, I’m back to share the rest of this scene from Daddy’s Game. I’ve noticed that in my books the hero (Dom) often instructs the heroine (submissive) to masturbate. There’s something about a Dom have his sub play with herself. Here’s another excerpt from the Daddy’s Girl Series - Daddy’s Game.
Her other hand traveled south and began stroking her clit.
“Uh uh uh. No, you don’t. Now it’s Daddy’s turn.”
Dropping on the limo floor on his knees, he closed the distance between them.
“Take your hands and lace them behind your head.”
She complied, the arch of her back another indicator of her arousal.
“Time to see how wet you are for Daddy,” he said, then bent his head between her legs.
He started by running his tongue along the outside of her inner thighs. Her hips bucked and she groaned, spreading her legs even farther apart.
He inserted a finger and lapped up her copious juices. She tasted truly delicious to him. In any case, he would train her to love her own unique flavor.
Her delicate folds called to him and he used his tongue to torture them. Tugging with his lips and teeth, pressing hard with the point of his tongue, he elicited an almost constant barrage of cries from her sweet throat.
He knew it was all she could do not to grab his shoulders and pull him into her, but he’d stopped that by instructing her to hold her hands behind her head.
“Oh, please lick me, Daddy.”
He leaned back and slapped her inner thigh, causing her to jump. “Hush, babygirl. You don’t do the bossin’ here. You need to sit still and trust your daddy. I’ll take care of you, don’t you worry.”
Sitting back on his heels, he took her in. His darling girl was open like a book, hot and ready, dripping with lust for him. Her blue eyes, normally edged with green, took on deeper peacock tones when she was aroused.
These were the moments he craved, why he needed to dominate her. For nothing turned him on as much as her arousal. Seeing her in the throes of passion made him feel in control, made him feel whole. Made him love her.
Grinning, he went back to work plunging into her with his fingers. He reached inside and tickled her g-spot—softly at first, then with more ferocity. She eagerly scooted down into the leather seat, giving him better access.
With the palm of his other hand, he pressed down on her lower abdomen, his fingers meeting each other on either side of her vaginal wall. She wiggled underneath him and her moans became screams.
“Now we’re really gonna see how wet you can get, little girl.”
“Daddy!” she shrieked. “Oh, my God, Daddy!”
His powerful hands served him in many capacities. In addition to giving him a dream job, they also allowed him to please his woman in a way he wasn’t sure other men could. He moved his hand rapidly in and out of her dripping pussy.
Her whole body tensed and, knowing she was close, he ramped up the speed and power with which he fucked her, all the while curling his fingers back toward himself, massaging her g-spot from both sides. Then the liquid started flowing out like a dam had burst. Copious amounts of silken liquid girl-cum gushed from her cunt and pooled onto the leather seat and covered his hand.
“Such a good girl,” he said as he removed his hand from her sopping womanhood. “That’s pretty wet.” He slid onto the seat next to her and unlocked her hands from behind her head, bringing one hand to his lips. He kissed it, saying, “You’re good at this game.”
Carmen flopped onto his shoulder, spent. “May I pull my dress down now, Daddy?”
“Yes, you can,” he said.
As she was arranging herself, the glass partition rolled down. “Mr. Dakers, we’ve arrived at your destination.”
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Daddy’s Game
Sparks fly when up-and-coming artist Carmen Harris meets football star Natron Dakers at her first gallery opening. Carmen soon discovers that Natron is the type of man who sees what he wants and goes after it… and apparently what he wants is her. Almost before she knows it Carmen finds herself taking everything Natron gives her and begging for more, and when he reveals that he wants to be her dominant daddy and her to be his submissive little girl, she doesn’t hesitate to agree.
At the top of his profession, Natron has money, fame, and all the perks that go with them, and now at last in Carmen he has found a woman he wants to share it with. His life feels complete… until in a split second everything comes crashing down when a devastating injury threatens to end his season—and maybe his career. Natron fears he will lose it all, but will he self-destruct or can he dig deep and fight hard for himself, his teammates, and his little girl?
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October 10, 2014
A Dom Who Enjoys Toying with his Sub: Loose Morals by Darling Adams
Please join me in welcoming Darling Adams to the blog today for Friends on Friday to talk about her new book Loose Morals!
Hi Normandie, thank you for having me over today. I’d like to introduce you to my vampire, Charlie. He’s dominant in a not-quite-serious sort of way. Which doesn’t mean he doesn’t back up his authority with real, panty-melting punishments. He just likes a submissive who gives it back to him at the same time. Here’s a little sample of the tug-of-war that goes on between he and Sasha…
“Wait…” she said, holding up a plastic bag containing a black corset/panty set and package of thigh-high stockings. “What are these?”
He smirked. “I happen to be fond of old-fashioned underwear.”
She threw him a condemning look. “I hope these are for you to wear.”
He made a show of sweeping his eyes up and down her body. “They’re for me, but I won’t be wearing them. But don’t worry—I won’t force,” he said, making his tone smooth like honey. “You’ll put them on because you want to please me.”
She tossed them at him. “Fat chance!”
He caught the hurled items and opened the bag containing the corset, holding it up in her direction with a critical eye.
“Stop it.”
He flashed to stand in front of her, taking her chin in his hand. “Young lady, if you do not wish me to strip your clothing privileges again, you’ll mind your tone when you speak to me.” He sensed heat coming off her in waves, a heady sensation on his cool skin. His fangs began to elongate and he closed his eyes, willing himself think of something besides tying her up and making her come until she wept.
Instead of pulling away, she stepped closer, causing his eyes to fly open. She lifted her face and he could hardly deny what she asked for. Wrapping his hand around the back of her head, he kissed her, his lips twisting over hers, his tongue licking into her mouth.
He caught himself before moaning her name, his desire mounting at the taste of her, the sensuous pleasure of contact. He reached for the hem of her shirt and began to pull it up, but she jerked away, yanking it back down.
“Stop,” she said, breathless. “I…I’m not ready for that.”
Loose Morals
When Sasha Deschamps unwittingly attracts the attention of a strange man on her late night walk home from work, she winds up with a supernatural guest she can’t get rid of. The dominant immortal demands her complete submission and cooperation, refusing to free her until she has performed an act of magick, one which she does not know how to even begin.
Charlie sees the power in Sasha and believes she has the ability to undo the curse placed on him by a jealous lover over one hundred years before. He also loves toying with the feisty witchling, doling out humiliating punishments while arousing a lust in her that leaves them both hungry for satisfaction.
Emotionally detached to the point of amorality, his motto has been “friendly with many, close to none”, but he finds himself falling for Sasha, believing he might be able to trust a woman again. When he discovers she is actually the reincarnated witch who cursed him, though, his world turns on end. Can he believe she has returned to his life to heal the rift between them? Or will he walk away from her again, as he did so many years ago?
Publishers Note: This book contains elements of BDSM including spanking, bondage and erotic sex scenes.
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Darling Adams is a naughty author who loves writing about hot alpha males, Dominance, submission and power exchanges.
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October 9, 2014
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