Returning to her Master...
Today we welcome BJ Wane to the Brandon blog! Thanks for joining us, BJ!
BJ: Thanks so much for having me. I’m excited about reader’s responses to RETURNING TO HER MASTER. Picking up where HER MASTER AT LAST left off with Marc and Cassie’s story, I have added over 4,000 words to the original version of this story in Make Me Yours as well as made significant changes to the plot.
Felicity: This sounds great, BJ! Please share the blurb with us and then we'd love to read a steamy excerpt from the book...
BJ: Here's the blurb: Marc Taite is shocked when Cassie Edwards, the only girl he’s ever loved, suddenly shows up in the club room of his Colorado vacation lodge. Ever since she broke off their romance without explanation and refused to answer his calls, he has wondered what went wrong, and he hauls her upstairs, intending to spank her soundly and then get some answers. Their old passion instantly reignites, however, and instead of taking her over his knee he ends up taking her hard and fast.
The connection they once shared clearly still exists, but Marc has already lived through the pain of losing Cassie once, and he is determined not to let himself be hurt again. Desperate to prove that this time she is truly ready to belong to him, Cassie promises Marc her complete submission, and she soon finds herself on her knees with her bright red bare bottom on display as she begs him to claim her in any way he pleases.
Though he is reluctant to risk his heart again, when Marc discovers that a stalker has followed Cassie to Colorado his need to protect her quickly overcomes his hesitation and he takes it upon himself to keep her safe, even when that means punishing her sternly when she breaks the rules he makes to protect her. But when a misunderstanding sends her fleeing from him once again, will he lose her a second time?
Publisher’s Note: Returning to Her Master is a stand-alone sequel to Her Master at Last. It is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes including a threesome, anal play, exhibitionism, BDSM content, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
In this scene, Cassie has arrived unannounced at Marc’s mountain lodge after walking out on him two years earlier...
Stunned at how right this felt, how right he felt when his mouth swooped down and took hers in a hard, wet kiss, Cassie sank into him, clung to his voracious mouth, her lips molding to his, her mouth opening without hesitation for the damp exploration of his tongue. Moaning, she leaned into him, her hands clutching his shoulders as she kissed him back with all the longing she’d tried and failed to suppress since seeing him last. When he moved to untie the top of her halter dress and bare her breasts, she didn’t attempt to stop him, grateful for his quick action. She didn’t want either of them to have time to think, only to feel.
He cupped her breasts in his palms, squeezed her plump softness and pinched her nipples into stiff peaks, the acute pleasure spiraling down to her sheath. Dipping his dark head, he sucked her right nipple between his lips, laving it with his tongue and giving the left a tight pinch. She had to grip his shoulders to keep her balance as she gave a slight push toward his mouth, a silent plea for more. Reaching under her short dress, he ripped the thong from her hips, surprising a gasp from her as he sought her core. She shuddered when he stroked the bare flesh of her labia, his low, guttural tone as much a turn on as his exploring fingers.
“Fuck. What did you do with those pretty red/gold curls?”
“I heard men like it when women shave there,” she whispered, unable to prevent the spread of heated mortification up her face. “I had it waxed a few days ago.”
Marc explored the swollen, denuded folds before slipping between them with ease. “You heard right, darlin’, but I did like those pretty curls.” Relief at finding her sheath soaking wet made him light headed and heightened his urgency to feel the slick walls hugging his cock again. Which didn’t sit well with him.
Struggling to set aside his irritation at her unexpected arrival, he turned her toward the wall, pulled her hips back and shoved her feet apart. Grabbing her hands he braced her palms against the wall where his had been. “Don’t move.”
Flipping up her skirt, he swatted her ass as he released his cock before common sense and caution overruled his body.
“Oh, God,” Cassie groaned, lowering her head between her arms, lifting her butt for his next swat, embracing the familiar burn, ecstatic her response to the blistering pain was just as she remembered. One hard, calloused palm pressed against her stomach while he belabored her buttocks with the other, his swats coming faster, harder, his concentration on her butt exciting, his silence unnerving.
Her sharp cry following a painful slap on the sensitive skin of the under curve of her right cheek echoed in the loft, the harsh intake of his breathing sending a shiver down her spine. “Please, Marc,” she whispered, wishing she could see his face yet glad she couldn’t. Her conflicting, roiling thoughts couldn’t compete right now with the pleasurable heat he took his time building across her butt, the throbbing of her abused flesh spiraling between her legs to be reciprocated in remembered pleasure.
Marc could no more ignore her desperate plea than he could continue to ignore his own demanding need. Grabbing her hips with both hands, he sank into her wet heat, the slick, welcome clasp of her vaginal walls and the enticing view of her bright red ass brought him to a feverish pitch in seconds. Giving in to his body’s demands, he pounded into her, ignoring the taunting little voice calling him a sap.
Much more than she had ever expected, Cassie met each hard thrust with acceptance, her body convulsing in spasm after spasm of pleasure so fast she couldn’t tell when one orgasm ended and the next began. The wall swam before her tear filled vision as she relished the pleasure she remembered and had despaired of ever experiencing again.
Marc eased his grip on her hips, hoping she wouldn’t be sporting bruises there by tomorrow. His senses reeled with the force of his climax and he blamed the last few celibate hours watching others for his unwanted response. Pulling out of her snug pussy brought reality crashing back.
Felicity: What an awesome teaser! Thanks BJ! Grab a copy of this hawt book below:
BUY LINKS: https://www.amazon.com/Returning-Her-... https://www.allromanceebooks.com/prod... http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/retur...
CONNECT WITH BJ AT: http://bjwane.blogspot.com/ https://www.facebook.com/bj.wane
Stay naughty!
Felicity Brandon
BJ: Thanks so much for having me. I’m excited about reader’s responses to RETURNING TO HER MASTER. Picking up where HER MASTER AT LAST left off with Marc and Cassie’s story, I have added over 4,000 words to the original version of this story in Make Me Yours as well as made significant changes to the plot.
Felicity: This sounds great, BJ! Please share the blurb with us and then we'd love to read a steamy excerpt from the book...
BJ: Here's the blurb: Marc Taite is shocked when Cassie Edwards, the only girl he’s ever loved, suddenly shows up in the club room of his Colorado vacation lodge. Ever since she broke off their romance without explanation and refused to answer his calls, he has wondered what went wrong, and he hauls her upstairs, intending to spank her soundly and then get some answers. Their old passion instantly reignites, however, and instead of taking her over his knee he ends up taking her hard and fast.
The connection they once shared clearly still exists, but Marc has already lived through the pain of losing Cassie once, and he is determined not to let himself be hurt again. Desperate to prove that this time she is truly ready to belong to him, Cassie promises Marc her complete submission, and she soon finds herself on her knees with her bright red bare bottom on display as she begs him to claim her in any way he pleases.
Though he is reluctant to risk his heart again, when Marc discovers that a stalker has followed Cassie to Colorado his need to protect her quickly overcomes his hesitation and he takes it upon himself to keep her safe, even when that means punishing her sternly when she breaks the rules he makes to protect her. But when a misunderstanding sends her fleeing from him once again, will he lose her a second time?
Publisher’s Note: Returning to Her Master is a stand-alone sequel to Her Master at Last. It is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes including a threesome, anal play, exhibitionism, BDSM content, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
In this scene, Cassie has arrived unannounced at Marc’s mountain lodge after walking out on him two years earlier...
Stunned at how right this felt, how right he felt when his mouth swooped down and took hers in a hard, wet kiss, Cassie sank into him, clung to his voracious mouth, her lips molding to his, her mouth opening without hesitation for the damp exploration of his tongue. Moaning, she leaned into him, her hands clutching his shoulders as she kissed him back with all the longing she’d tried and failed to suppress since seeing him last. When he moved to untie the top of her halter dress and bare her breasts, she didn’t attempt to stop him, grateful for his quick action. She didn’t want either of them to have time to think, only to feel.
He cupped her breasts in his palms, squeezed her plump softness and pinched her nipples into stiff peaks, the acute pleasure spiraling down to her sheath. Dipping his dark head, he sucked her right nipple between his lips, laving it with his tongue and giving the left a tight pinch. She had to grip his shoulders to keep her balance as she gave a slight push toward his mouth, a silent plea for more. Reaching under her short dress, he ripped the thong from her hips, surprising a gasp from her as he sought her core. She shuddered when he stroked the bare flesh of her labia, his low, guttural tone as much a turn on as his exploring fingers.
“Fuck. What did you do with those pretty red/gold curls?”
“I heard men like it when women shave there,” she whispered, unable to prevent the spread of heated mortification up her face. “I had it waxed a few days ago.”
Marc explored the swollen, denuded folds before slipping between them with ease. “You heard right, darlin’, but I did like those pretty curls.” Relief at finding her sheath soaking wet made him light headed and heightened his urgency to feel the slick walls hugging his cock again. Which didn’t sit well with him.
Struggling to set aside his irritation at her unexpected arrival, he turned her toward the wall, pulled her hips back and shoved her feet apart. Grabbing her hands he braced her palms against the wall where his had been. “Don’t move.”
Flipping up her skirt, he swatted her ass as he released his cock before common sense and caution overruled his body.
“Oh, God,” Cassie groaned, lowering her head between her arms, lifting her butt for his next swat, embracing the familiar burn, ecstatic her response to the blistering pain was just as she remembered. One hard, calloused palm pressed against her stomach while he belabored her buttocks with the other, his swats coming faster, harder, his concentration on her butt exciting, his silence unnerving.
Her sharp cry following a painful slap on the sensitive skin of the under curve of her right cheek echoed in the loft, the harsh intake of his breathing sending a shiver down her spine. “Please, Marc,” she whispered, wishing she could see his face yet glad she couldn’t. Her conflicting, roiling thoughts couldn’t compete right now with the pleasurable heat he took his time building across her butt, the throbbing of her abused flesh spiraling between her legs to be reciprocated in remembered pleasure.
Marc could no more ignore her desperate plea than he could continue to ignore his own demanding need. Grabbing her hips with both hands, he sank into her wet heat, the slick, welcome clasp of her vaginal walls and the enticing view of her bright red ass brought him to a feverish pitch in seconds. Giving in to his body’s demands, he pounded into her, ignoring the taunting little voice calling him a sap.
Much more than she had ever expected, Cassie met each hard thrust with acceptance, her body convulsing in spasm after spasm of pleasure so fast she couldn’t tell when one orgasm ended and the next began. The wall swam before her tear filled vision as she relished the pleasure she remembered and had despaired of ever experiencing again.
Marc eased his grip on her hips, hoping she wouldn’t be sporting bruises there by tomorrow. His senses reeled with the force of his climax and he blamed the last few celibate hours watching others for his unwanted response. Pulling out of her snug pussy brought reality crashing back.
Felicity: What an awesome teaser! Thanks BJ! Grab a copy of this hawt book below:
BUY LINKS: https://www.amazon.com/Returning-Her-... https://www.allromanceebooks.com/prod... http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/retur...
CONNECT WITH BJ AT: http://bjwane.blogspot.com/ https://www.facebook.com/bj.wane
Stay naughty!
Felicity Brandon
No comments have been added yet.
