Sunday, August 2, 2015

His Captive Mortal: Guest Post by Renee Rose #spanking

Hi Natasha!  

Thank you for inviting me over today. I’m trotting out Charlie, a hot, dominant immortal, and Sasha, his captive plaything from His Captive Mortal.  The story is about a young teacher who inadvertently attracts the attention of a vampire. He invades her home and won’t leave until she agrees to help him dissolve a curse set upon him. In this scene, Charlie subjects Sasha to a little anal punishment vis a vis ginger root, while flogging her naked strung up body.

“Turn around,” he commanded.
Her jaw tightened and she didn’t move.
He flogged her breasts in a rapid figure-eight swing, the leather tassels punishing first one peak, then the other.
She squealed, jerking in surprise and turning her head to the side.
“Turn around,” he repeated.
This time she spun around, dancing on her tiptoes.
He went to work on her lovely ass, using the same motion to catch first one side, then the other. He loved the sound of the suede striking her flesh, the way her twin moons bounced in response to each blow. He whipped until her ass took on a rosy glow, then he moved down and whipped the backs of her thighs. When he swung it between her legs, she shrieked, crossing them and spinning from her wrists.
“Very naughty,” he scolded. “You don’t get to cover any part from me when you are being punished. I’m going to find something to help you remember.” He brought the handle of the flogger to her mouth. “Hold this,” he instructed.
She glared at him, but opened her teeth and took it.
He flicked her nipple with his index finger. “Good girl.”
Walking to the kitchen, he pulled out the ginger root and a knife and peeled a long section, carving a finger-shaped length with a bulbous end. He brought it back, watching her look at it in confusion, the flogger still clenched dutifully between her jaws. 
“Wha ib at?” she attempted to ask.
He sauntered behind her. “Arch your back.”
She hesitated for a moment, but to his delight, she did tilt her pelvis, lifting her ass toward him. 
He pulled her cheeks apart. She squealed and tried to dance away, but he gave her ass a sharp slap. “Hold still or I will make your punishment far worse,” he warned.
She whimpered, but stopped moving. Her legs trembled as he parted her cheeks once more. He brought the tip of the ginger plug to her anus and she flinched again, trying to squeeze her cheeks together against the intrusion. He slapped her rosy ass once more. “Open for it,” he commanded hoarsely.
She held still, mewling as he embedded the tortuous root.  
He pushed it in and out while she squeaked. It would take a few minutes before the heat of the ginger would begin to burn her anus and warm her entire pelvic region. He walked around to the front of her and took the flogger from her mouth. “Thank you,” he said.
Her eyes pleaded with him for mercy, but he also saw concern as she glanced at his burn, then at the corner of his mouth. “Are you bleeding?” she asked in a small voice.
He swiped at his mouth and found a little blood from his coughing. He gave his head a quick shake. Showing weakness wasn’t his thing, even if it did win her remorse. “It’s nothing,” he assured her. He opened the door and lowered her wrists a bit. “Stand with your legs wide apart,” he ordered.
She obeyed. He almost missed her more rebellious self. Almost. But the submissive Sasha was sweet enough to eat. He stepped behind her and licked from the two dimples above her ass to the vein at her throat, his tongue dragging over her smooth skin, the taste of her intoxicating.
She began to waggle her ass, her chest heaving with quickened breath. “Erm...ooh...ah.”
“Has the burn begun to set in, little fairy?”
She bit her lip. “Ow. Oh. Take it out, Charlie,” she said, swaying her hips to and fro. “Please?”
“Keep those legs apart,” he ordered, slapping the flogger up between her legs to punish her little pussy.
“Ack!” She jerked, but kept her legs open.
He struck again and again, going lightly, judging by her noises what was too much and too little until she was moaning, her breath coming in sobs. He moved around to the front of her, and continued his assault on her sex from that direction, interspersing the slaps with blows to her peach-tipped breasts.
“Oh my God, it’s too much. Oh Charlie, take it out, oh...oh,” she moaned. If her voice didn’t sound so completely wanton, he might have believed her ruse that she’d had too much.


His Captive Mortal
When a young special education teacher unwittingly attracts the attention of a strange man on her late night walk home, she winds up with a supernatural guest she can’t evict. For some reason, Charlie, the dominant immortal believes she is of fairy descent and has magical powers. He demands her complete submission and cooperation, refusing to free her until she promises to help him.

Charlie sees the power in Sasha and believes she has the ability to undo the curse placed on him by a jealous lover one hundred years before. He also loves toying with the feisty mortal, doling out humiliating punishments while arousing a lust in her that leaves them both hungry for satisfaction.

His habit of emotional detachment crumbles as he falls for Sasha, yet when he discovers she carries a secret that relates to his past, the betrayal nearly destroys him. He must decide whether he can ever trust a woman, or give into instinct and walk away from what might be his only chance at love and redemption.

**This book was previously released as Loose Morals by Darling Adams. It has been edited for re-release**

Publishers Note: This book contains elements of BDSM including spanking, bondage and erotic sex scenes.


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Thursday, July 30, 2015

A Cruel Punishment: An Excerpt from Blessed Betrayal by Livia Grant

Livia Grant, author of The Passion Series, has put out her first self-published title, Blessed Betrayal. I just started this last night and read the scene Livia's sharing today. It's intense and all I can say is I felt every instant of Cali's ordeal (and it's not a pretty one). If you've read Livia before, note that this is not a BDSM title but a romantic suspense and so far, I'm wowed!

Teaser:
The worst part of having the person who betrayed you die is they can't see how happy you are after they're gone. 
Blurb
Calista Bennett was supposed to be living happily ever after with her handsome husband, Kevin.  But underneath the perfect exterior of their marriage lays an ugly truth Cali can’t admit to anyone.
Across town, Nicholas Mikos’ marriage isn’t going much better.   When Veronica had shown up on his doorstep with the most wonderful secret years before, he’d planned their own HEA.  Now years later, he feels his marriage slipping away and is helpless to stop it.
In one moment, all of their lives come crashing together, changing life forever.   Has the universe conspired to bring two people together who deserve to be happy, or will fate deliver a final blow, sentencing them to a lifetime of sorrow?   Can true love rise out of the ashes of the ultimate betrayal?

Excerpt

Cali had been lost in thought, missing his arrival in their master suite.  She caught his reflection in the mirror as he stood in the doorway.   Her stomach churned at the sight of his predatory glare that reminded her of a hunter, about to pounce on his prey. 
"You are as gorgeous as ever, my dear.  I see you took my advice and wore red."  His words may be complimentary, but they didn't distract Cali from the danger just under the surface of his handsome exterior.  He had proven his mood changed on a dime. 
"Of course I wore red.  I didn't think it was a suggestion, but rather an order."  
He took deliberate steps closer, never taking his eyes from her reflection.  "Of course it was an order, but an obedient wife wouldn't be so crass as to point that distinction out.  I keep warning you, Calista.  You are being groomed.  You're not going to hear other partner's wives talking in that tone tonight.  You'd do well to watch and learn, my dear." 
He had stepped up behind her as she sat at the make-up mirror, resting his manicured hands on her bare shoulders.  His touch was deceivingly gentle.  She never forgot how hard those hands could turn when he was angered, which was why she had made it her new life's mission to keep him as happy as possible.  Just like a good little wife. 
"Yes, sir.  I'll remember that."
"You do that.  What a shame.  It looks like you're almost ready.  I had hoped to fit in a little exercise before we left for the party." 
She hated to exercise with her husband.  It was his code word for delivering her  'daily hard fuck'.  She had hoped he would delay at least until after the party if she was already dressed. 
"I wanted to be ready when you got home.  I know how much you hate to be late."
"How thoughtful of you."  His steely blue eyes were cooling.   "And here I am thinking it was because you didn't want to tell me the results of your appointment this afternoon." 
Cali's heart was thundering so hard she felt the pounding in her ears.  She was frozen with panic, made worse as Kevin's hands slid from her shoulders to circle her throat, slowly constricting until she had to fight for her next breath.   She pushed against the marble counter top in a feeble attempt to free herself from his grip, but he pressed her forward, making her thrashing futile.   Her husband cut off her airflow until she began to see stars, finally releasing her while leaning down to whisper menacingly into her ear.  "You are such a disappointment to me, Calista." 
Cali gasped, filling her lungs with precious air, hating the tears streaming down her cheeks from the exertion.  Trails of dark mascara marred the reflection of the beautiful woman with long black hair staring back at her from the mirror.   
His quiet rage was simmering hotter.  "I only ask one thing of you.  I plucked you out of poverty and gave you the life of a princess.   Yet, you insist on keeping that ridiculous job teaching other people's children when what you should be focused on is providing me with the child I need to fulfill the requirements in my grandfather's will.  He hasn't been well and I'm going to hold you responsible if the old man kicks it before I have time to claim my share of the pie with an heir."
Fear helped her fight down the urge to remind him she was trying to create a baby, not an heir.  "I was disappointed too, Kevin.  I was late this month and I really did think we had a chance."  Cali should have stopped there.  She didn't.  "Dr. Galloway wants you to make an appointment to come in to be tested as well.  He needs your test results to decide what the next course of action should be." 
Cali knew immediately she had made a grave error.  Kevin's blue eyes had turned to ice, venom flowing from them.  "How dare you blame me for this, you bitch.  You have one fucking job in this marriage and when you can't get it done, you decide to put the blame on me?"
"No... that's not... I mean it's just... " Her voice was quavering.  "It's a formality, that's all.   The doctor does this with all couples who have problems conceiving." 
He wasn't placated.  "Like I have time to go in to be poked and prodded.  I'll be damned if I'm going to turn into a pin cushion because you can't do your job." 
She wanted to scream that everyone knew it took two to create a child, but she wisely kept that retort to herself.  "He promised you wouldn’t be poked or prodded.  It's easy for the men.  You'll just need to give a sperm sample." 
"Ah, is that all?  I just need to go jack off behind some lame curtain like a lab rat?  Well, no thanks.  I provide sperm samples each and every day I fuck you.  In fact, I missed a day yesterday.  I think you need a reminder of exactly how frequently I have provided sperm samples in this marriage."
She should have been prepared, but she hadn't expected things to escalate so quickly.  Kevin gripped her biceps in a vice grip and yanked her to her feet just long enough to smash her body forward.  She was sprawled across the marble counter top, smashing her forehead against the oversized mirror.   Cali squeezed her eyes closed, trying to shut out the vision of her husband's icy eyes as she felt him flipping the skirt of her dress over her back just before he ripped the lacy underwear from her body.  He insisted she wear stockings and garter belts with skirts so she was now bare. 
It only took him a few seconds to fumble with his zipper before she felt his hard erection spring free.  It was inside her in one hard thrust. She was grateful she'd been careful to lube both her pussy and ass thoroughly after her shower.  She had learned the hard way to make sure her body was prepared at a moment's notice to take Kevin's punishing cock.    
She tried so hard to hold back the scream, but failed miserably.  His responding chuckle reminded her she was married to a sadist.   
As he set a fast pace, Cali's fight turned internal.  As much as her brain hated what he did to her and how he made her feel, there was no denying her body betrayed her time and again.   Kevin liked to use the natural lubrication flowing copiously from her body as proof that she actually liked to be treated like his punching bag.  Cali may have started to hate her husband, but she hated her own body more. 
He fucked her like a machine, pistoning her to her first humiliating climax.  She lay limp across the counter, receiving all he gave her, his ridiculing laughter only raising her humiliation.  She was too lost in her orgasmic fog to recognize the few second intermission in the action.   The piercing pain of his fleshy weapon shoved balls-deep in her lubed rectum consumed her.   She barely made out his grunting words.  "Lucky you lubed yourself.  This would have hurt like a bitch if you'd forgotten." 
Cali lay boneless, receiving her hard fuck of the day, knowing it was unfortunately early enough that there was a good chance he might go for round two when they got home from the party.   She had learned the trick to surviving this particular exercise was to relax into it.   Her husband had grabbed her hips, gripping her hard enough that she was sure he was leaving fresh bruises over the faded ones from past exercise sessions.    
They were in a race.  Her body was beginning to betray her again.  She couldn't fight him, but she went to work, waging a war against herself,  trying desperately to hold back her orgasm, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of dragging it from her.   He didn't play fair.  He leaned down and pressed his chest to her back.  She wasn't fooled into thinking he wanted the added intimacy of their sweaty skin caressing each other.  No.  He only did this so he could reach her clit with his left hand.  He wasn't trying to bring her satisfaction. Rather, humiliation as her body exploded into another strong climax.   He joined her a minute later, collapsing on her, almost cutting off her breath again. 
He added salt to her wounds as she lay recovering.  "That's the only good thing about you not being pregnant.  We have a few weeks before I need to start making deposits in your pussy again.   I do love taking this ass of yours.  It's nice and tight, just the way I like it."    
He pulled out as abruptly as he had inserted, slapping her ass with his open palm while stepping away from her.  "I'm gonna take a shower.  Put yourself back together.  We'll leave in thirty minutes."   

He didn't wait for her answer.  He didn't need to.  He knew she was too afraid to do anything but what he asked. 

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

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Thursday, July 23, 2015

The Trail Master's Bride: Guest Post by Maddie Taylor

Thanks for having me on today Natasha.  I brought along an excerpt from my latest historical western.  Its full of history, adventure, romance, some spicy, sexy scenes and if you know me, a few requisite, rip-roaring spankings, as well.

Set on the Oregon Trail in 1852, Mina finds herself a widow, left to fend for herself.  A city girl, she is certainly out of her element.  Our hero, tall, handsome, urged Trail Master Weston Carr steps in and takes her under his protection.  Sparks fly as does his broad palm on her sassy, defiant behind. 

What fun!

This scene is their wedding night and Weston is in for a little surprise from his bride.  Enjoy!  I know Weston and Mina did.  J 

An excerpt from The Trail Master’s Bride

Knowing she was a widow, not a naïve first-time bride, he took it as an amorous response and deepened the kiss. His fingers made quick work of the buttons of her blouse and in no time his hand delved inside her camisole, locating the warmth of the full breast beneath.
She pulled her mouth away, gasping his name.
Undeterred, he lowered his head to the treasure he’d bared, capturing her nipple between his hungry lips.
“Weston!” she repeated. The urgency in her voice brought his head up.
“What is it? Was I too rough?” His thumb swept over the wetness of her nipple, watching. He didn’t think he’d been too demanding, but in his eagerness might have gotten overzealous.
“I have to tell you something.”
He groaned. Now she wanted to talk. “After, Mina.” He dipped his head again to resume his greedy play, but her hands came to his hair and tugged insistently. The burning of his scalp caught his attention and he stopped. Coming up on an elbow, he looked down at her, trying to tamp down his urgency.
“What is it?” His voice sounding gruffer than he intended.
“I’ve never… Elliott and I, we didn’t—” She looked away, her eyes clamped tightly shut. “We never consummated our marriage,” she finally blurted out.
Floored, Weston stared down at her. “Criminy! You mean you never…?”
She shook her head in confirmation.
He gave her a searching look, his eyes taking in the beauty that lay beneath him, scanning her soft features, full parted lips, and the plump breast that remained in the curve of his palm. He couldn’t help the grin that parted his lips. She was untouched. The idea pleased him immensely. Although it pained him to do so, his hand moved from the weight of her delectable breast to her jaw as he turned her face up to his.
“Darlin’, look at me.”
He waited, seeing her wrinkle her nose before she obeyed and her wary eyes gazed up at him.
“Hobart was an idiot. You’re spirited, tender-hearted, and so damn beautiful that I find pleasure in just watching you. And, darlin’, your innocence is a gift that a man should cherish. If he was too much of a blind fool to see that, then he was simply a sorry excuse for a man. I’m neither blind nor a fool, and as I said yesterday, I’m the real thing.” He lowered his head until his lips only brushed hers. “I’ll be gentle, sweetheart. Trust me to make it good for you.”



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Being cast out of her childhood home by her horrid stepmother and forced into a marriage by her uncaring father were bad enough, but it is only when twenty-year-old city girl Mina Hobart begins the journey west on the Oregon Trail with her detestable new husband that she begins to truly understand life’s cruelty. She hates every minute of each hot, dusty day, and her husband’s constant insults certainly don’t make matters any better.

Mina’s life takes another abrupt turn when tragedy strikes and she is left a widow. The west is no place for a young, newly single woman, and the job of keeping Mina safe—and keeping her in line—falls to Weston Carr, the rugged trail master. Weston quickly proves more than ready to tame the feisty redhead’s careless ways and sassy tongue, even if that means taking her over his knee for a good, hard, bare-bottom spanking.

Unfortunately, even as Mina does her best to learn to cook over a camp fire, make coffee properly, and do the laundry in a creek, jealousy and gossip among the other wives quickly build into significant strife in the wagon train. To quell the gathering storm, Weston is forced to take matters into his own hands and make Mina his bride, whether she likes it or not.

Despite Weston’s rough ways and firm-handed discipline, Mina soon finds pleasure in his arms far beyond anything she has experienced before. But when a series of mishaps befalls the wagon train—incidents in which Mina is the prime suspect—the new couple’s growing bond is badly strained. Can Mina prove she is not at fault before things come to a head, and if she does, will Weston be able to protect her from whichever of their travelling companions is up to no good?

Publisher’s Note: The Trail Master’s Bride is an erotic romance novel that contains sexual scenes and spankings, including domestic discipline in a historical setting. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Sunday, July 19, 2015

Perfect Notes: Brand New From Jaye Peaches


I'm really happy to have Jaye Peaches here today sharing from her newest release. Here she is!

Hi Natasha, thank you for letting me visit and share a little teaser from my new release – Perfect Notes.  Callie is an independent woman, who hasn’t needed a strong man in her life… until now. Stefan is the alpha male and likes to have his wicked way with her, and on his terms!


Excerpt

“Do with me?” I lay back down. “What have I done wrong?”
“You teased me. Forced me to come.”
“Forced you?” I recollected that he’d done that to me as recently as Sunday. Revenge felt somewhat sweet.
He skimmed his palms back up my arms. Taking my wrists again, he repositioned them next to my head, except this time his grip was looser, painless.
I made a pretense of writhing about. It excited him. His cock burst back into life. I wriggled my hips about under his strong thighs.
“Yes, forced me. I think a little punishment fuck is due.”
I went rigid. What the hell did that mean?
“Don’t worry,” he said quickly. “In my book, punishment doesn’t mean pain. It means compliance. No misbehaving. You’ll get what I give you and I take precedence this time, Mausi. If you do want to come, you’re going to be begging me.”
“Begging you,” I iterated. My stomach erupted with those ridiculous adrenaline-driven flutters.
“Yes.”
Oh, yes. Make me beg for it, Stefan.
He stretched out and covered me with his long body. From head to toe he lay on me. He dragged my arms above my head and wrapped my knuckles around the metal bed poles in the headboard.
“Hold these. You’re going to need them.” He winked at me.
My heart rate shot up. I held each cold iron pole tightly as instructed. His lips met mine and I eagerly let his tongue slip in and explore. Gentle kisses. Misleading, because below his cock rested on my mound. It hardened with each nip of his teeth on my lower lip and delicate caress of his hands.
I spread my legs, opening up that vulnerable space and inviting him in. I didn’t care about condoms. My resolve disintegrated. He ground his cock against my mound then rocked slowly up and down. With each swing, he dipped lower, brushed the hood of my clit up and knocked my tender nub with accuracy. The exquisite torture, well directed and exact, sent waves of pleasure coursing through every inch of my body.
His hands, mouth and cock all worked in a devastating combination. An electric pulse buzzed and tiny contractions spun out from my overstimulated clitoris.
He grazed his teeth against an earlobe. “Don’t come until I tell you.”
I arched my back, pushing up against his relentless erection. “I can’t hold it.” I panted, pained by his torment.
“You will. This is a punishment fuck, remember?” He spoke with a delicious severity. I wanted to obey him, but my body mutinied, driving me closer to the edge.
I shook my head and kept my eyes shut. I couldn’t possibly look at him after that statement.

Blurb:
Callie is all he desires—the tonic for his dominance. But to fulfill their dreams, she must succumb to his passions.
Amateur clarinetist Callie turns up for an orchestra rehearsal following a six-week absence to find a new conductor in residence—Stefan, a charismatic man with ambitions of being a composer. After he gives her a lift home, he invites her to his house for a practice session. What begins as a music lesson ends with a passionate display of dominance by Stefan.
As their sexual affair blossoms, Callie is increasingly drawn to find out more about her aspiring composer and why he is a potent lover in the bedroom. When she turns up unexpectedly at his house, she is shocked to find him in the company of a naked woman. Horrified to think that he might have betrayed her, she calls an end to their relationship, but persistent Stefan begs for a second chance.
Encouraged by her boss to resolve her feelings toward Stefan, Callie seeks out a friend of his, hoping to understand what drives him to dominate, but the given explanation creates more unresolved issues for Callie. Determined to seek out the truth, she plans to confront Stefan. But by then, he has gone abroad. Callie must make a decision—cash in her savings and follow Stefan, or banish him from her life. If she does the latter, she will never understand the nature of the intense emotions he has awakened within her. Does she dare to love him?

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