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Music Monday – I Think We’re Alone Now

This week’s #MusicMonday is from a band that does some incredible covers, Hidden Citizens. For “I Think We’re Alone Now” they took a song made famous by 1980’s pop sensation Tiffany, and turned it into a wickedly dark and powerful song that completely transports you. I get visions listening to this song, and when it came on my Spotify playlist I completely agreed with their note saying this is the “Epic Trailer Version” of the song. This needs to be on a fucking movie trailer, or a book trailer (hint hint) because it just bleeds with ideas. When he screams “We’re alone!” towards the end of the song over and over, I hope you can imagine your own twisted little world with me, because I always do. Scroll down and hit play before you look at the lyrics, because they’re repetitive, but they just work like dark magic. Which, if we’re honest with ourselves, is absolutely the best kind.

Favorite Lyrics

I think we’re alone now,

I think we’re alone now,

I think we’re alone now,

there doesn’t seem to be anyone around.

I think we’re alone now,

the beating of our hearts is the only sound.

“Children, behave.”

That’s what they say when we’re together.

“Watch how you play.”

They don’t understand, that it’s over.

So we run just as fast as we can,

holding on to one another’s hands,

trying to get away into the night,

then you put your arms around me,

and we tumble to the ground, and you say…

I think we’re alone now,

there doesn’t seem to be anyone around.

I think we’re alone now

the beating of our hearts is the only sound.

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I think we’re alone now (think we’re alone, think we’re alone now)

We’re alone!

We’re alone!

We’re alone!

 

‘I Think We’re Alone Now’ (Epic Trailer Version) by Hidden Citizens

Ask Me Anything: Cigar Service!

It’s Ask Me Anything time again! Today, I’m talking about cigar service, because it’s something I learned about last year and it’s now one of my favorite things. If you’re curious about what the AMA is, check out the explanation on the first one (read that over here if you like). Enjoy!

Q: You’ve mentioned cigar service before, what the hell is that? Is it related to BDSM?

A: I absolutely love cigar service, it’s something I only learned about last year, but now it’s a pretty consistent part of the relationship with my Dom. So, in the interest of sharing it with all of you I wanted to break down what I do know about it, and of course share a little sneak peek into my BDSM relationship.

What is cigar service anyway?

Cigar service is the very formal preparing, treatment, and serving of cigars. It’s pretty common (in my area anyway) in the leather community, which is already a  high protocol sub-culture in BDSM. I got the opportunity last year to attend one of the monthly (twice monthly in the milder months) cigar service events, and I got to learn from a sub named “Kitty” here in the Dallas area. She was fantastic, and taught me everything I know! I’ve been a few times since, but 9/10 times it’s usually on my balcony or at his house.

So, what do you do?

First, you need to learn some things about cigars. The best way to do this is by trying them, which if you enjoy smoking cigars (like I do!) is not a hardship. Some cigars need to be cut (like in the picture above) and others do better with a punch (I like Xikar brand, like this one). A cigar cutter means you wants to cut the end you smoke it on and leave a little “shoulder”, meaning you want to cut a little above where the cigar starts to taper. This leaves a slight curve towards the end and helps keep it from unraveling. A punch is where you cut out the middle of the smoking end, and you want to place it as close to center as you can. You’ll get better and better at that with time.

Then, you can “toast” the cigar. At a minimum you want to dampen both ends (damp, not wet) with saliva, and then use the lighter to heat the saliva away. (TIP: Keep the cigar rotating and moving through the flame constantly, you just want to dry the outside of the cigar, not singe the wrapper at all!) The more fun, and much sexier, method is to toast the entire cigar. This means putting as much of the cigar in your mouth as you can take, slide it in and out a few times to get it damp, then switch it around and do the same from the other side. Pretty much, you’re fellating the cigar for their entertainment! Then, still toast it with the lighter, and be careful not to singe the wrapper like I mentioned before. From what I can tell, this does a few things. It adds moisture into the cigar, warms the whole thing up so the flavor is more consistent throughout, and puts on one helluva show. The Doms like it. ^_^

After it’s prepped, and before you light it, you want to offer it so they can check it. Kneel in front of them, hold the cigar in the palm of your hand, smoking end toward them, and then raise it above your head while you bow your head. They’ll take it from your palm, do a test draw to see if air is moving smoothly through it. If it’s not, you may need to correct the punch/cut or toast the ends a little in case you got them too wet. Once they approve it, they’ll place it back in your hand and you light it.

It sounds silly, but make sure you light the correct end of the cigar. It’s the perfectly flat end, with no shoulder. I say this because it happens, especially when you’re all nervous and giddy in sub-mode. Once you’ve lit it, make sure the full end of the cigar is orange when you blow on it. If there are still dark spots, you can use the lighter to target those and blow again to make sure it’s orange. Take a full test draw to ensure it’s drawing smoothly, and then present again. PLEASE make sure the lit end is hanging off the end of your palm, a burn is not fun or sexy, but same rules apply. Kneel, head down, palm above your head to offer it.

They’ll take it and start smoking, and then give you permission to move back to your place, or sit if you’re allowed to sit on furniture. At the cigar events the subs stay on the ground the whole time. We usually just sit though, because kneeling on concrete gets to be fucking miserable after an hour or so. But we always return to a kneel for presentations… or for “taking ash”.

What the fuck is taking ash?!

I’m so glad you asked! Ha! Well, I want to be very clear that this is not an “always” thing in cigar service. Everything I’ve described above is the standard, and taking ash is the next level. It is exactly what it sounds like, when the cigar is ready to ash the Dom will call you over and wait for you to offer a body part. I only do my hands because my skin is extremely fair, and I’ve had burns on my palms from hot ash, but others take it on their breasts/cleavage, and others take it in their mouths. This is going to be a comfort / experience thing, and if you want to try it I recommend starting with the hands.

Kneel in front of them, hold your palms up, together, and they will ash onto the fatty part of your palm near your thumb. Immediately start to roll it back and forth until the heat starts to dissipate a little. Press it between your palms lightly, testing to make sure you’re not going to blister yourself, and then when it’s at a tolerable temperature bring your hands closed, but don’t press them. Offer your hands again and the Dom will press them together with their hands, this (for me the painslut masochist anyway) sends a huge rush through me. It’s hot and sharp and such an intense submissive experience – and I pretty much always come. Part of the coming is because my Dom and I have worked on orgasm control to such a point that I can pretty much come on command (as long as I’m aroused, which cigar service always does for me). When the heat dissipates, blow the ash from your palm (or brush it off of you) and then return to position.

Where do you do this?

We have the cigar events at people’s houses, in their backyards. We live in Texas and so there are a lot of months where the outdoors are friendly, but they stop when it’s 100+ outside or if there’s ice on the ground. Otherwise, they’re pretty spot on. When I’m at the cigar events, I might prepare cigars for four or five Doms and take their ash too. I like the submissive/service aspects of it when I do it for others, but my Dom likes it because all of the Doms ask him before they talk to me / ask me to prepare a cigar / ask me to take ash. It makes it very clear who I belong to. Also, I think he just likes to show me off, which also turns me on to no end. (Remember: What works for you and your Dominant is up to you, I’m just describing our relationship!) Most of the time though (almost once a week) it’s just me and the Dom. Either at his house, or mine, with a glass of bourbon. And when it’s just the two of us he lets me sit in a chair, and we spend an hour or two talking / debating / catching up, which is randomly interrupted by me taking ash or fixing his cigar or pouring him more bourbon and presenting it (I present bourbon the same way I described a cigar, and that’s just part of our dynamic).

If you like cigars, you can do this too! But if you don’t like cigars, or smoke, then I don’t recommend it. It doesn’t matter how hard you brush your teeth, or how much listerine you gargle, after smoking a cigar you’ll wake up like you licked an ashtray. LOL Honestly, I still love it though, and we have a blast doing it.

And that’s all I can share about that. Have any of you lovelies done cigar service? Share in the comments here or on Facebook!

Rapunzel and the dark for #SatSpanks!

I’m part of a wicked set of twisted fairytales that will come out in January 2017 with a group of delightfully devious authors. We’re all doing our own twists on fairy tales and I chose Rapunzel. It’s a modern take, full of capture fantasy naughtiness, and Rebecca ‘Rapunzel’ Sinclair is famous for her long blonde hair, but she wants to be known for more – wants to be more. In fact, she wants to follow in the footsteps of her wealthy CEO of a father, but he’s made some enemies and one man in particular has come seeking vengeance. In this scene she pissed off her captor and so he turned all the lights out, and in her concrete prison she’s not handling it well.

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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 soon, 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.

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He’s so twisted, I just love it. What all is going to happen to Rapunzel? Welllll, you’ll just have to wait to find out, won’t you, lovelies? In the mean time, don’t miss any other snippets the other authors are peeping on Facebook, and check out these other authors below!

Thankful Thursday

It’s Thankful Thursday, lovelies, and I don’t know about you but this has been a great week for me! I sent off Rapunzel to the editor this past weekend, I’m getting positive feedback from my author friends who are checking it out for me, I started the next book on my to-write list, AND I GET TO GO CAMPING THIS WEEKEND! My friends and I go to Ren Faires (in full costume, because we’re awesome) twice a year and this is the one we camp in the woods for. Four days of Ye Olde Worlde Funne with drinking and friends and campfires. I cannot wait! Sure, it’s going to punch my NaNoWriMo word count in the crotch, but it’s worth it. In honor of the wild things I’ll be spending my weekend with I had to use this photo that my friend Lee Savino says represents her hottie Daegan in her Berserkers series! Yum yum. What are you lovelies doing this weekend?

 

Rapunzel gets an attitude on #WIP Wednesday!

I’m part of a wicked set of twisted fairytales that will come out in January 2017 with a group of delightfully devious authors. We’re all doing our own twists on fairy tales and I chose Rapunzel. It’s a modern take, full of capture fantasy naughtiness, and Rebecca ‘Rapunzel’ Sinclair is famous for her long blonde hair, but she wants to be known for more – wants to be more. In fact, she wants to follow in the footsteps of her wealthy CEO of a father, but he’s made some enemies and one man in particular has come seeking vengeance. But in this scene Rebecca has woken up in her new prison with a bit of an attitude – how do you think that’s going to go?

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“Talk to me you son of a bitch!” Reaching down she snagged the tray off the floor and threw it at one of the cameras – it missed – but the television flared to life showing a vibrant number five.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” She walked over to the television and slammed her hands against the plastic case that protected it, and the number ticked down to four, and then continued dropping. “Is this the deal, you’ll only talk to me when you have me pinned down or tied up? You and your delusional bullshit -”

The screen showed a one, turned red, and then flicked off, just before the heavy metal door opened.

Rebecca turned fast and forced herself to hold her ground. His dark outline in the doorframe made her stomach flip flop, but she swallowed down the sudden nausea. “I want answers.”

“No, Rapunzel, you don’t.” His voice was clear and threatening, but she stayed strong.

“What do you think my father did to you? Why are you doing this?”

“I don’t think anything, I know, and I’m sick of listening to you shouting. Shut the fuck up, or I’ll gag you.” He had one large, gloved hand on the door to hold it open, and she could see a plain looking cement hallway behind him. Nothing helpful.

“Then why not just fucking tell me? Just tell me why you’re doing this!”

“Don’t push me, princess.”

“Why not? Are you going to kill me?” She wasn’t sure where the question had come from, but it was somewhere deep inside her, somewhere underneath all of the helpful logic she’d been nursing since she’d woken up. When he laughed, a low and sinister sound, Rebecca took a step backwards.

“No.” His head tilted. “Not yet anyway. Now, are you going to be a good girl and keep your fucking mouth shut until I tell you to speak?”

“Go fuck yourself,” she spat, and then he stepped into the room. Backing away fast she tried to circle him, to stay out of his reach, but her back collided with the wall when he suddenly lengthened his strides. With a quick jerk he had a fistful of her long hair and he threw her to the floor. Landing on her side she tried to scramble away, but he was on top of her too quickly. One hand caught her throat and squeezed as he dropped between her thighs, forcing her legs open.

“Want to repeat that?” The menacing question was punctuated with a tighter grip that threatened her airway and made her cough as she grabbed onto his wrist. “Hmm?”

“Pl-” She tried to beg but was cut off with a choking sound as his thumb dug harder into the tender column of her neck.

“I don’t think you understand your place in this situation. You are nothing more than a conveniently useful tool in my plans. The fact that I can fuck you while I torture your piece of shit father is just a bonus – but if you continue to piss me off I will start to really hurt you. Do you understand?” His low laugh returned from behind his mask, those tawny eyes taunting her with his clear enjoyment of her suffering. “Nod for me, whore.”

She nodded, and his crushing grip released. Her first breath was a cough, and he ran one gloved finger over her cheek.

“Now, you’re going to keep your fucking mouth shut and not irritate me anymore. Isn’t that right?”

With a painful swallow she nodded again, and a shiver ran over her as his eyes wandered down her naked body. Whether he had meant it to be an unspoken threat or not, she knew there was absolutely nothing she could do against his strength. If he wanted to hurt her, he would. If he wanted to fuck her again, he would. If he wanted to kill her –

“That’s a good slut. I’ll be back later. We’re just waiting to see what daddy thought of your performances.” He stroked down her neck, brushing her breast before he pushed himself up, one foot planted between her legs as he towered above her. “You should pray that you were convincing.”

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As you can see, this “gentleman” is not going to put up with our strong willed heroine’s antics. What all is going to happen to Rapunzel? Welllll, you’ll just have to wait to find out, won’t you, lovelies? In the mean time, don’t miss any other snippets the other authors are peeping on Facebook, and check out these other authors below!

Teaser Tuesday! ‘Casey’s Choice’ by Alexis Alvarez!

Today’s teaser comes from Alexis Alvarez who loves to write some kinky, dirty BDSM fun and Casey’s Choice definitely hits the mark. If you like dominant men and subs who need a little correction, you’re going to love this! Check out the snippet below!

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Casey’s Choice

When trendy young artist Casey Reilly sneaks into Chicago’s most exclusive club under a fake name, it isn’t long before two rich, handsome men are vying for her attention. The club’s owner, billionaire Jax Hunter, is the first to make his move, but when he discovers her deception he has difficulty forgiving Casey.

After Hunter’s cold response to the truth about Casey’s identity leave her dejected, Max Abbott doesn’t waste time in stepping in to pick up the pieces, and he promptly gets to work on mending her broken heart. But when Hunter decides to try to win her back, Casey will have to make the most important choice of her life.

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Teaser

“What do you think, Casey? Think I know what to do?” He held up his hands, ran one finger over his lips. “Think I know how to make a woman scream in pleasure?” He raised one eyebrow. “Answer me.” His voice was harder now. “Tell me what you think I might do to you tonight if you’re a good girl.” He sat up and leaned his elbows on his knees. “Or else you won’t get anything from me.”

She sucked in a breath. “I think – I think your lips are like magic. If you lick my clit, it will feel like a butterfly kiss, like raindrops, like a storm on the sea. Your fingers will touch me like a thousand points of pleasure. And if you fuck me…” her voice trailed off.

“Yes?”

“I’ll combust.”

His eyes flashed at her, dark and dangerous. “Walk to the kitchen.”

“What?”

“You heard me.” He stood up. “We’re going to find a few things, Casey, and I’ll need your help.”

“What kind of things?” Nervous now, she shifted from one foot to the other.

“What kinds of things?” he mused. “Well, considering you begged for a punishment, maybe you can use your imagination. I’m surely going to.” He put one hand on her shoulder to guide her. “You are going to find me ten different implements I can use to spank you, Casey. And if they’re not severe enough, I’ll make you pick five more. Understand?”

She gulped. “Severe enough?”

“That’s right. Pick a few things that you think will sting. And a few that will hurt like hell.” He gave her one sharp slap on her ass that made her squeal and jump. “Understand me?” He gave her a wicked smile.

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Yikes! I’m sure there are a lot of us who wish we were Casey right now, and others who are nervous to meet this devious dominant. Hurry and 1-click away, lovelies!

Amazon: Buy now!

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Want more of Alexis Alvarez?

Alexis Alvarez is an author, photographer, and digital designer who loves writing steamy romances. Her female heroines are always strong, intelligent women who fall for the sexiest guy around…and get the happy-ever-after ending of their dreams.

You can usually find Alexis hanging out with her family or her sisters, who are also romance writers, at their website, Graffiti Fiction. The three of them love to drink wine together and laugh like hyenas while making dirty jokes and really inappropriate comments. Their mom is very proud.

One really cool thing about Alexis is that she’s a friendly author who loves meeting new people on Facebook. Please come on by and say hello. Thanks, and happy reading!

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Music Monday – The End of All Things

First things first on this #MusicMonday, I am a big Panic! At the Disco fan in general, but their music is so fun that I generally don’t listen to them when I’m writing because I’ll just end up bouncing around the room singing and dancing like a wild child. (Girls Girls Boys is an excellent example of that, but they have tons). But then they ended their ‘Too Weird to Live, Too Rare to Die’ album with this song and it just showcases not only Brendon Urie’s fantastic voice, but also the solid skill they have as a band. Just. So. Good. And you can’t beat the ultra simple lyrics which feel like a slow motion heartbreak to me. Enjoy, loves, and then cheer yourself up by playing a ton of their other music at high volume and get your dance on for me!

Favorite Lyrics

Whether near or far

I am always yours

Any change in time

We are young again

Lay us down

We’re in love [2x]

Aaaahhhh [4x]



In these coming years

Many things will change

But the way I feel

Will remain the same

Lay us down

We’re in love [2x]

‘The End of All Things’ by Panic! At the Disco

Ask Me Anything: Real life experience in books & anal hooks!

It’s Ask Me Anything time again! This question came from my good friend, and USA Today Bestselling Author Lee Savino. ^_^ If you’re curious about what the AMA is, check out the explanation on the first one (read that over here if you like). Enjoy!

 

Q: I know you’ve done a lot of the things in your books, can you tell us about one of them? Maybe that anal hook scene in The Rite? (from Lee Savino)

A: HA! I definitely don’t keep it a secret that a lot of the things in my books I’ve tried personally, at least the things that were SSC, but this is one that I’ve only tried once before. I went on a few dates with a Dom once (not my current Dom) and he had an anal hook. For those of you who don’t know what they are, you can do the quick education of clicking on this link (NSFW) or read my description, or both. Basically, an anal hook is a piece of curved metal (in the shape of a hook), and on one end there is a steel ball, and the other end usually has a small ring where you can tie rope off and add tension to your play. It’s a very simple toy that has some very devious uses! Current Dom has been thinking of buying one ever since he read the scene at the bottom of this post in The Rite.

Anyway, at the time I was definitely not super experienced in anal, we’re talking… a handful of times, but this guy had a hook and wanted to try it with me. I honestly don’t remember every detail of what we did, but I know I was face down on the bed, and he had my hands in some velcro quick cuffs that had my wrists kind of stacked on top of each other behind my back. (I just tried to find these online for a few minutes and gave up.) He warmed me up with lube and his fingers, and I know I was a whining mess, but he kept telling me how hot I’d look with this hook in me – and dammit, I was going to do it!

So, he works the hook inside me. Side note: the benefit to a hook versus a dildo is that once you make it past the ball, the hook itself is narrow and the stretch is mostly gone. Similar to a butt plug in that way, but different than a butt plug because it goes deeper than most plugs, and can be used in a lot of different ways. (Now I’ve done a lot more “butt stuff” if you can’t tell, ha!). Back to the story though, I remember being so relieved and proud of myself that I’d made it past the ball… until he tied it to the cuffs. The tension was odd, and made it so that every time I moved on the bed I could feel the hook/ball move inside me. It didn’t really hurt, but definitely made me hyper aware of having something in my ass, which is always such a submissive experience (to me anyway).

Once I was all hooked up (ha!) he started fingering me, rubbing my clit, and tugging the rope connected to the hook. It was intense and I ended up coming half from all the sensations and half because of the combination of how naughty it felt and all the things he was saying! Then he pulled me off the bed and had me give him a blowjob with my arms bound, and the hook still in, before I got released. I love blowjobs though, and having my hands bound during one is always fun!

Was it hot? Totally, and it made me more interested in trying other anal stuff. But I know there’s so much more you can do with anal hooks, and maybe if I’m lucky I’ll get to try it again sometime! Until then, here’s a snippet from my book The Rite which has Heather enjoying an anal hook for the first time with her Dom, Rick. You’ll notice there’s some similarities to the real life experience, but we can do so much more in books!

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He pushed her back on all fours and threaded her hair through the metal circle, looping it back on itself until it was firmly locked. Attaching it to the rope, he trailed it down her spine, the end of the rope falling between her legs suggestively. Heather whimpered, she knew exactly what Rick had planned.“Still good?” He was smiling when he reached back into his drawer of tricks and pulled out lube. She swallowed and made herself nod. “Brave girl tonight, aren’t you? This won’t really hurt unless you drop your head, or if you come without permission and I give the rope a good tug.” His fingers slid over her ass, slippery with lube, before he pressed a finger past her tight ring of muscles. Heather groaned, trying to remember how to relax, push back, not fight it. A second finger pushing in a moment later had her whining. He brushed his other hand across her back, shushing her as he moved his fingers rhythmically. Then his fingers were gone and the cold metal was there, pressing inside her, filling her as she groaned.“Sir…” She whimpered when he tugged the rope and she was forced to lift her head, and then she felt the tug on the metal as he tied the rope off. She must have made quite the display. On all fours, her hair pulled back, head up, the shining metal curving up over the top of her ass to meet the rope. Rick definitely enjoyed the view as he stepped back to admire his handiwork.“You’re doing beautifully. How does it feel?” His voice was hungry, and she wished she could turn to see his face, but every movement of her body caused the metal to shift inside her.

“Different.” Heather squirmed and gasped as the urge to turn her head pulled the metal deeper.

“I really want to fuck you like this. Think you can handle it?” Rick’s tone was a rough growl, and she couldn’t deny him. Not with everything he was unknowingly doing for her just by letting her be in his bed tonight.

“Yes, sir.” She whimpered and she heard the crinkle of foil as he opened a condom and put it on before moving behind her on the bed. His hands traced her sides, massaging her hips. He plucked the rope and she groaned, his low chuckle was deliciously devious.

“Gorgeous. Remember to ask permission to come, pretty girl.” He lined his cock up with her core and thrust inside her. She cried out from the pleasure of being filled so completely as his body pressed the hook deeper. The welts on her ass had her skin incredibly sensitive and every movement of his cock moved the hook until her body was a confused mass of nerve signals that had her moaning loudly. His grunts behind her were pushing her further. She half-screamed when a particularly hard thrust caused her to try to bend her head down. His fingers slid over her hip and between her thighs to find her clit, and she pushed back hard as his touch circled tight and fast. “Do you need to come, Heather?”

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Want to read more of this scene? Or just curious about the dark and twisted story of how Heather Pritchett has to sacrifice someone to become a witch? 1-click The Rite and enjoy!

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Alright, lovelies, that’s all for today! If you liked this kind of thing, definitely tell me so at the top of the screen by clicking the ‘Ask Me Anything’ link! I won’t know if you enjoyed this if you don’t tell me in the comments or via the link!

Time to make a video, Rapunzel! #SatSpanks

Oh, lovelies. I am so very very excited to get to share another snippet with you. I’m part of a wicked set of twisted fairytales that will come out in January 2017 with a group of delightfully devious authors. We’re all doing our own twists on fairy tales and I chose Rapunzel. It’s a modern take, full of capture fantasy naughtiness, and Rebecca ‘Rapunzel’ Sinclair is famous for her long blonde hair, but she wants to be known for more – wants to be more. In fact, she wants to follow in the footsteps of her wealthy CEO of a father, but he’s made some enemies and one man in particular has come seeking vengeance. Enjoy this deliciously evil sneak peek of what happens when her masked captor demands she beg for freedom…

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“Last chance, Rapunzel. Tell him how much you want to go home.” The words were quiet, meant only for her.

A curt shake of her head was her only response, and then he brought the crop down hard on the inside of her thigh. She couldn’t bite back the yelp of pain just as he delivered a matching line of fire to the other side. The burning lines made her whine under her breath as the heat spread, but she steeled herself. No.

“Do it,” he hissed against her ear.

“Go to hell.”

He stepped to her side and brought the crop down hard across the tops of her thighs – once, twice, three times and the bright red lines showed up fast even on her tanned skin. When she bit back the scream he landed the next lash across her breasts. There was no stifling the cry then, and she found herself whimpering and yanking on the cuffs as he snapped the keeper of the crop against each nipple in fast succession. Back and forth, each new blow making her scream incomprehensible pleas, begging him to stop.

Finally, he pulled back and she sniffled, desperately trying to halt her tears as the sharp ache bloomed over her skin. His fist wound into her hair, jerking her head up so she was facing the camera again. “Speak.”

“Please, just let me go.” Her whine was answered with a vicious slap of the crop directly between her thighs, and she tried to close her legs but only bruised her ankles against the hard wood. “God, please!”

“Talk.” The single command was rough, and she kept her eyes low, trying to be brave, but then the whistle of the crop lifting in the air forced pleas past her lips.

“Stop! Please, I want to go home. Just let me go home.” She sniffled, hating herself for caving to the pain, hating that she was so exposed. “I don’t want him to see me like this, please, don’t -”

The masked man stepped around her and slapped her hard, her head snapping to the side as she gasped in pain. He leaned down, his words hissed through a filter of rage, “Do you think I care what you want?”

“Please, let me go. You can still just let me go, I don’t know who you are, I don’t -” Another sharp slap silenced her, and then he moved behind her again. She was crying hard now, the ache in her cheeks overwhelming the pain in the other parts of her body.

His breath brushed over her hair before he spoke, “Good girl, cry for him. Tell him to do whatever it takes to bring you home.” The crop snapped across her thighs again and she sobbed. “Say it.”

She was weak. Tired, in pain, and terrified. So, she obeyed. “Dad, I’m so sorry. Please just do what he says. I just want to come home. Please, dad, I just -”

A gloved hand covered her nose and mouth, pinching off her air so that she panicked and jerked against the bindings. “Perfect,” he cooed against her ear as she struggled. “Now we get to see if he really loves you, Rapunzel.”

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Now that Rapunzel has been taken from The Tower we’re going to learn more and more about the evil plans awaiting her. What all is going to happen to Rapunzel? Welllll, you’ll just have to wait to find out, won’t you, lovelies? In the mean time, don’t miss any other snippets the other authors are peeping on Facebook, and check out these other authors below!

Thankful Thursday

It’s #ThankfulThursday lovelies and do you know what I completely and totally forgot to mention?! I’ve been doing Thankful Thursday for a year as of October 15th! That feels crazy, but it has now been 56 weeks of sexy, sexy guys helping all of us make it through the end of the work week and into the arms of the weekend. I know it’s helped me, and this week I couldn’t help but choose a hottie with a puppy looking out the window. What’s he waiting for? Probably Friday like the rest of us. What are you lovelies doing this weekend?

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