Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Dream Girl: Guest Post by Alexis Alvarez #Spanking

Thanks for having me! I’m Alexis Alvarez, and I’d like to share a snippet from my newly released romance novel, Dream Girl.  It’s my own version of The Bachelor…done the way I want to see it, of course, with a perfectly sexy and dominant hero, and the sassy, smart woman who will steal his heart. 

Blurb for Dream Girl:
He’s sexy and intelligent, handsome and witty… and Chloe’s body lights up with sparks at his touch. And when he looks into her eyes and whispers naughty sexy things into her ear, she wants to melt into him and enjoy the mind-blowing passion he promises.
Too bad he’s the star of the popular reality show Dream Girls, and he’s also dating nineteen other girls in addition to Chloe — girls who are sexy and so talented that their Nobel Prizes should arrive any day now. Chloe’s sure he’s just amusing himself with her, and there is no way he’d pick her as his final Dream Girl — especially since she gets into so many crazy scrapes on the show.
She promised herself she was only doing this for adventure, travel, and new experiences…not to make a fool of herself on national TV. But he’s so sexy and persuasive! Would it be so bad to say yes to all of his dark, dirty requests? And most important of all — what will happen if she risks her heart?
Dominic is usually the dominant one in their interchanges, but in this excerpt, Chloe switches things up.
Excerpt from Dream Girl:
“What do you want to talk about, then?” he teased, licking her neck briefly before sucking there, making her moan.
“I don’t—mmm… I don’t know… yes, keep doing that,” she urged, pulling him closer, closing her eyes in bliss. 
“This?” He kissed her shoulder, then her lips, and in the same moment, his hand found her breast and caressed her through the fabric of her shirt, teasing the nipple with his fingertips, squeezing and pulling until she cried out in pleasure.
“Or this?” He lowered his hand to cup the front of her jeans, moving his fingers deliberately along the V of her legs.
“Yes, that. I like that topic,” Chloe murmured, squeezing his arms, then circling his waist and lowering her hands to touch his ass. She pulled at his belt and teased, “Want to take this off?” She hesitated for a moment, then added, “Remember what you said that one day at the stables, about getting me under your belt?”
He stilled. “I damn well do, Chloe.”
She swallowed. “What did you mean, exactly? Was that just about sex? Or did you mean…”
He chuckled into her neck, and she felt the vibrations all the way down her body, making her thrum with adrenaline. “Of course I meant sex, and also—whatever else you were thinking, too.”
Chloe gulped. “You like to spank your women?”
He laughed, pulling back to look at her face. “Sometimes, yeah. I don’t need it, but I like it at the right time. I can use a belt to spank or to tie someone up, Chloe. But only with women who like it, too.” He gave her a questioning expression. “Why are you asking about this? Are you… interested?” His lips curved up into a smile that made her weak with desire. His fingers brushed hers and together both of their hands stroked his belt. 
“I’ve never tried it,” she admitted. “I might like being tied up if—if it’s not…”
He bit her neck again and whispered, “If it’s hot and I stop when you say? Then you’d like me to show you what it’s all about?”
She nodded, unable to talk. “Mmm hmm.”
He inserted his fingers under the fabric of the jeans at her waist, stroking the soft skin there. “I also like to be in charge in the bedroom. Do you want me to show you how that works, too?”
“Yes, show me,” she whispered, resting her cheek against his chest. “Tonight.”
“That sounds like a very reasonable request,” he said in a low voice, and pulled her up to his lips. The kiss deepened, and he ran his hands over her body. “Chloe. Do you want to go back?” His eyebrow raised, he looked at her face to assess, and when she nodded and whispered “yes,” he took her hand in his and started walking them back to the hotel.
When they entered her room, Dominic took off his jacket and tossed it to the chair. He looked her in the eyes and began to deliberately unbutton his shirt. Chloe felt her face redden and she sucked in a breath as his magnificent chest came into view. She waited for him to keep going, but he smiled at her and nodded his head. 
“Your turn, Chloe. The shirt.” He crossed his arms, his shirt open. His voice was dominant, and the tone—so masterful and deep—gave her shivers. She licked her lip, watching a muscle twitch in his cheek, and slowly used both hands to raise her shirt and pull it over her head. When she was standing there in just her lacy bra, she tilted her head.
“Like what you see?” Her voice came out husky.
“Damn straight.” His was hoarse. He sat down on the bed, legs spread, and leaned back on his elbows. Chloe let her eyes dart over the cut muscles in his stomach, which rippled as he moved.
“Pants.” His eyes were dark. 
Chloe felt a smile tugging at her lips, and she deliberately unbuttoned her pants and stepped out of them. Her panties matched her bra and she felt her nipples peak under his gaze.
“Nice,” he murmured, his body taut, his face focused on hers. “Now the bra.”
Chloe sucked in her breath. “Um…”
He smiled a dangerous grin. “Didn’t you say you wanted to play my game?”
She nodded, hesitant, but still didn’t move to undress further.
“Maybe you need help?” suggested Dominic, getting to his feet. “First-timers sometimes need a little… assistance.” His voice was low and sexy. “Come here.” He gestured with his finger, and pointed to the floor in front of his feet. 

Dream Girl is a light-hearted, fun romance with steamy sex, laugh-out-loud humor, and an HEA.  It releases September 1st on Amazon and will be in the Kindle Unlimited program

 Thanks for having me, and I hope you enjoyed the excerpt!
You can find Alexis Alvarez at her blog, which she shares with her two real life sisters. She’s also available on Goodreads and Facebook.




Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Correcting the Coeds and the History of Sex Toys by Cara Bristol

Correcting the Coeds and the history of sex toys…
By Cara Bristol
When I set out to write a spanking romance in the 1950s I wanted it to be erotic and hot, but also historically accurate. I didn’t want to slap a poodle skirt on the heroine and call it “historical.” I knew that spanking existed in the 1950s (of course), but for my story, I also needed to know what sex toys were in use.
Sex toys have been around for a long time. While innovations in materials have been made in the 21st and 20th centuries, the items themselves originated far earlier. Here’s a timeline for some items:
28,000 BC – Dildos. Stone dildos have been found dating back to the Ice Age (dates vary from 23,000-28,000 BC, depending on source.).
500 AD – Ben Wa balls were invented by the Japanese.
1560s – Condoms were used in Europe to help prevent the spread of syphilis. Gabriel Fallopius (for whom Fallopian tubes are named) suggested linen condoms. (There’s evidence to suggest that condoms were in use 3000 BC, even 15,000 BC).
1860s – Rubber condoms and diaphragms /cervical caps came into usage after vulcanized rubber is patented in 1844.
1869 – Vibrator invented. Steam powered, vibrators were used by doctors to treat women’s “hysteria.”
1892 – Butt plugs are advertised. Made of hard rubber, “rectal dilators” were ostensibly created to treat hemorrhoids and constipation.
1960 – The first birth control pill is available in the U.S.
Of course, these are the first recorded examples of sexual aids. This does not mean that people did not fashion their own. I’ve read historical romances in which wooden butt plugs were used; I don’t know how accurate that was.
But now you know that when you read my story, Educating His Bride, all the toys mentioned in the story were used in the 1950s!
Here are a couple of sources: Ancient origins of sex toys, history of birth control.
Educating His Bride from Correcting the Coeds blurb
Never much interested in her studies, Margaret Atwater attends college hoping to graduate with an Mrs. degree instead of a bachelor’s. When she catches the eye of English Professor Henry Thurston, she’s thrilled to marry him, drop out of school, and begin a new life as a married woman and faculty wife. However, Henry is a kinky man who has much to teach his eager young bride—in, and out, of the bedroom. As Mrs. Henry Thurston, Margaret’s education has just begun.

An excerpt from Correcting the Coeds
“Now, tell me why you believe I grade you harder than anybody else.”
She wet her lips. “Because you do.” 
“My standards are no more exacting for you than they are for any other student. I expect excellence from each of you.” 
“I’m sorry. I’ll try harder.”
He flipped open a record book and ran his finger down a list. “As it stands now, your grade is a shaky C minus. If you don’t do well on the final next week, you run the risk of getting a D in the course.” He snapped the grade book closed. “We had a discussion after your last paper, did we not?”
“Yes.”
“I believe I warned you what the consequences would be if you failed to get at least a B.” He opened his middle desk drawer.
Yes, they’d talked about—but he couldn’t be serious.
He withdrew a thick, heavy eighteen-inch measuring stick. “Lock the office door, please.” 
Her feet obeyed, even as her mind rebelled. Will he really do this? Her hand shook as she twisted the key. She supposed she could have fled screaming down the corridor, except ladies did not run, let alone scream.
Henry closed the Venetian blinds and switched on a lamp.
She leaned against the stout wood of the door, her eyes riveted on the nasty ruler.
“Come forward, please.” He beckoned with a curl of his fingers. “Put your hands on the desk. Do not remove them until your punishment is over.”
“Henry, please,” she beseeched.
“Now, Margaret.” His expression implacable, he folded his arms. There would be no budging him.
Seeing him so, so stern did something funny to her insides. Made them quiver. It wasn’t all nerves, either. She shuffled forward to place her palms against the blotter. I can do this. How bad can it be? He won’t spank me hard. He only intends to scare me.
He moved the chair out of the way. “Fifteen spanks.”
Fifteen? She’d expected two or three at most. Hadn’t expected any if the truth be told.
She sensed movement and then the ruler struck her backside, blazing a line of fire, and she cried out. 
“That’s one,” he said. 
The only thing worse than being spanked would be the humiliation of discovery. She clamped her lips together and braced for the next strike.
Another pain-laden streak lanced through several layers of clothing. She couldn’t imagine the impact on bare skin.
“Two,” he said. 
Thwack! The length of the ruler struck both cheeks at once, and her hands flew off the desk to protect her bottom.
“You know where your hands belong. Put them there unless you want extra strokes.”
She slapped her palms onto the desk.
“That was three,” he said.
A whoosh then the measuring stick seared the crease where buttocks met thigh and, despite her resolve to remain silent, a little cry escaped.
“I’m sorry I have to punish you, but you promised to do better. You made a commitment. That was four.”
Margaret sucked back the tears. “Maybe I didn’t break a promise. Maybe I’m not smart enough.”
“I don’t believe that about you for an instant. You didn’t do well because you didn’t apply yourself.”
He applied himself with another stroke that got Margaret dancing on tiptoes in an attempt to alleviate the burn.

Author bio
Multi-published, Cara Bristol is the author of more than 20 erotic romance titles. She writes spanking romance, contemporary romance, paranormal, and science fiction romance. No matter what the subgenre, one thing remains constant: her emphasis on character-driven seriously hot erotic stories with sizzling chemistry between the hero and heroine. Cara has lived many places in the United States, but currently lives in Missouri with her husband. She has two grown stepkids. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading and traveling.

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

A Scene from Candi's Debt by Aubrey Cara #spanking

I have Aubrey Cara here with her new (and extremely hot) release, Candi's Debt

Thank you, Natasha, for inviting me over! I’ve brought Hank and his sweet princess, Candi—who’s just asking for trouble—from my new book Candi’s Debt. In a bid to protect her brother, Candi finds herself in hot water with very dangerous men. Hank may not know all the facts, but what he does know is Candi needs the type of firm handed guidance only he can provide. 

*This scene is from Hank's POV

Excerpt

    “Let’s see here.” Taking her hand, I pull her to a display case where there are row after row of nipple clamps and butt plugs. “We’ll definitely be needing some of these,” I say plucking a package containing a big black plug off the display. 
    “Wh-wha-what?!” The last syllable comes out so high I’m sure only dogs can hear it. 
    “You’re right. That’s probably too big. I want something you’ll know is there, but daddy doesn’t want to hurt his little girl. Well, I do but…speaking of, what would you like to be spanked with? I see some paddles over there we can peruse.” 
    “This is wrong on so many levels,” she hisses. Grabbing the butt plug out of my hand she re-shelves it as she looks around, turning all kinds of red in embarrassment. “We’re not picking out implements you plan on torturing me with.”
    “Torture is such a strong word.”
    “I don’t want to be clamped, plugged, or spanked.” 
    “That’s why it’s called punishment. Not that I don’t think you’re going to enjoy it more than you hate it.” 
    Her huff of outrage is followed by, “You’re delusional. I won’t like it. I know I won’t.” 
    “Oh, princess.” Her breath is coming fast and her cheeks are flushed. Pushing her further back behind the display, so we’re blocked from view, I slip my hand under her skirt and enjoy her quick indrawn breath as she grabs my wrist. Too late. My fingers sneak past the soaking wet crotch of her panties and sink up into her slippery core. “Tsk, tsk, someone is lying to me and to themselves. You know what happens to girls who lie?”
    “Hank.” My name on her lips comes out strangled. She’s still clutching my wrist for dear life, but she’s not trying to yank me away. 
I start a leisurely back and forth glide just to watch her eyes haze over and roll back. Fuck, the way her breath hitches makes me rock hard in an instant. 
    “Seems something about this little outing we’re on is tripping your trigger. So tell me, is it all the naughty vibrators and dildos doing it for you?”
    “Dammit, Hank.” This time my name comes out on a pant, but I keep a maddeningly slow pace. She doesn’t know it yet, but I don’t plan on letting her come anytime soon.
    “No? Not the vibrators. I would have thought you’d like those. Hmm, maybe it’s the butt plugs and nipple clamps, or maybe just maybe,” I say leaning close into her space so my breath is puffing on her neck, “It’s the fact that I’m going to take you back to my place, and clamp your lovely tits.” I pinch her nipples as a preview, and she jerks. “Then daddy’s going to bend your hot little ass over and work a plug into your tight little back hole before spanking you so hard and so long, you’ll think of me for a week every time you sit down.”


Blurb

Candi-
The men in my family are gamblers, cheats, and thieves. They aren’t loyal to anyone but themselves. It’s the Dawson way. My oldest brother was killed for sticking to that tradition. 
I refuse to let that happen to my little brother. He’s all I have in this world and I’ll do anything to save him. 
His debts are now mine, and I always pay my debts.
Now if a certain ape leader would get out of my way, things would go much more smoothly.

Hank-
I swore never to return to Texas. But here I am, wading neck deep into shit creek. I’m not even getting paid for this crap. 
And Candi? She has more secrets than sense and represents everything I try to avoid. I’m not sure how I got tangled up with her in the first place. I have no business getting involved with a woman like her. She needs to be saved from herself. 
I don’t have a white knight complex, and this girl needs a savior. I can’t be that guy. 

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AUBREY CARA 

Aubrey Cara likes it sweet n' dirty—romance that is. She adores writing about kinky characters finding their one true naughty soul mate to love, cherish, and get freaky with. Aubrey resides in Coastal GA with her wonderful husband, superhero kid, two hand-me-down dogs, and a fish that has survived against all odds. When she's not writing you can find her sewing costumes, repairing leaky faucets and dodging the PTA.


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Thursday, August 6, 2015

Double Punishments: Guest post by Casey McKay #spanking #menage

Hi Natasha! Thanks for having me over today!

I brought a sexy excerpt from my new release Mastered that I think you'll enjoy. This was the first menage I ever attempted to write and it turns out I really loved it. Two men means double the sex, double the alpha, oh, and double the spankings :)

Adam and Tom, my two heroes, ended up having a good cop/bad cop approach when it came to Hailey. But sometimes they really let their Domliness show and it was all badass cop/badderass cop. Seriously, I know I wrote them, but they are both kind of yummy.

Hailey has ended up in an agreement to spend the weekend with Tom and Adam, two experienced Doms. She is inexperienced in everything and lied on her application to get into the BDSM club where they found her. It could have been a potentially dangerous situation for her. Neither of them are ready to let her get away with her lie, and let's just say she won't be inexperienced for long.

Tom's spanking made her throbbing ass feel like it doubled in size. She reached a hand back, running her fingers over the abused area. It was hot to the touch. She cupped one cheek and dug her fingers into her own flesh, reigniting the burn. Her skin felt prickly and abraded, but the sensation was already subsiding.
"I hope you aren't rubbing." Tom's voice startled her and she moved her hand.
"No, sir," she replied, although she was sure she looked guilty.
Adam grinned at her. "You sure you don't want that picture? A souvenir to take when you go?"
She debated, and almost opened her mouth to comply, but Tom broke in. "Knock it off. Get on with it, or I'll do it myself."
She pushed herself to her elbows and looked over the men warily.
"How are you feeling?" Adam asked as he held her upper arm and guided her to her feet.
She shrugged, unsure of how to answer. Turned on? Wanting? Maybe a little repentant. Mostly confused. She decided on, "Sore?" It seemed the most honest answer.
"That's understandable," Adam said. "You're getting off easy," he added with raised eyebrows.
She knotted her fingers together in front of her and kept her eyes on his.
"You're almost finished," he assured her as he led her a few more steps to the end of the couch. "You're going to bend over the edge here and then I will take my belt to your ass. Do you know why?"
Her throat went dry. Had the thought of this really turned her on seconds ago? Now genuine fear shot through her. At the same time her own juices crept down her thigh, okay, perhaps not all fear. She shook her head in response to Adam's question. Tom cleared his throat and she winced before she answered, "No, sir."
The corner of Adam's mouth lifted. "Because you aren't going to put yourself in such a risky situation again, right?"
"Right," she agreed, how could she not?
"If you think you're going to then you will remember this moment. And if I find out you even thought about doing something so stupid again, you're going to wish I never had."
She understood he was trying to scare her off from being so careless again. But what his words really said to her was that he expected to still be in her life sometime in the future. The rest of his lecture was lost on her as warmth suffused her chest. This man cared about her, about what she did and how she handled herself. Her eyes drifted to Tom. Both of these men did, how had that happened?
Adam was unbuckling his belt and sliding it through the loops. She wanted to look away, but she couldn't. He motioned for her to bend over the arm. Her feet were stuck to the spot. "Get into position, Hailey."
She looked from the belt in his hand to the couch but still couldn't move her feet. She had taken the spanking from Tom, but that had been his hand and it had hurt so much. What if she really couldn't handle this?
"Are you safewording?" This from Tom.
She looked up at him, remembering what he had told her. Nothing happened without her consent, she could still back out—but she didn't want to. "No, sir."
"Then I won't tell you again," Adam said.
With that, she shuffled forward and folded herself over the arm. Her breath whooshed out of her as her weight fell on her upper body.
Tom came up to the couch, coming into her line of vision. "You really need to remember to keep your hands out of the way."
She stretched her hands forward, then held one out to him, silently asking for help. He had held her before. Even though he restrained her in order to punish, he had held her gently, making her feel safe. She wanted that again. Craved it.
He looked surprised but sat down beside her head. She heard Adam softly snort behind her as Tom shifted her up and slid beneath her. He cradled her head in his lap and opened his hand. She placed her hands in his palm and he wrapped his fingers around her, holding her in place. He stroked the hair away from her face and she closed her eyes. Almost forgetting for a moment that her ass was offered up, Adam standing by, ready to whip her.
She started when Adam’s warm hand touched her lower back. He murmured soothing words and then slid his foot between her feet. She widened her stance and cool air wafted over her wet pussy. He would see the evidence of her arousal. Her face heated at the thought.
His hand disappeared; his presence at her back gone and then she heard a whoosh. The crack of the belt against her skin sounded throughout the room, and then a searing line of fire.
She called out, but Tom's hand was in her hair again, reassuring her. Safe, she was safe. Another whoosh and a crack, the belt bit into her skin lower now, hitting the portion of her ass that Tom had already punished. She danced up on her toes.

Mastered Blurb

Hailey needs money fast, and will do anything to get it. Even lie on her application to enter an auction at Fetishes, a BDSM club.

One weekend.

She'll get the money she needs and anything else will be a bonus. She can handle one Dom for a weekend...except she ends up with one Dom too many.

Tom's reluctant to get himself back into the BDSM scene since his failed marriage. Adam loves his carefree life—nothing tying him down or keeping him in the same place for too long. Neither of them are looking for a relationship. But then wide-eyed Hailey shows up and proves to be a temptation that neither of them can pass up. They offer her an introduction to the lifestyle, and they intend to show her what it's like to be a trained submissive.

It's just one weekend...

The lines between fantasy and reality become blurred and soon Hailey fears she'll only end up with a broken heart. When she disappears, can these two Dominant men admit their true feelings for her?



Monday, August 3, 2015

Hooked: Guest Post by Maddie Taylor


Thanks for having me back, today, Natasha.  Today I’ve brought something completely different from my last visit when we traveled back to the old west for a sweet spanking romance.  You won’t find a speck of prairie dust in my newest BDSM romance.  You might however see a wild fire when Olivia and Joseph ignite.  

Hooked (Decadence Nights, Book 1) 

Whether you're an old friend who's looking for more of those sexy Doms, sassy subs and can’t get enough of the exciting, sensual, kinky type play that you are used to finding at Club Decadence, or if you’re a new "club-curious" visitor thinking to make Hooked your first venture into the best damn BDSM club in the southwest, either way, you'll find what you're looking for with this new addition to the Club Decadence collection.  

With this first of many exciting Decadence Nights stories, I’m confident you'll be Hooked. 

The setup:  Olivia has secretly love Joseph for three long years.  Neither knows the other is into the lifestyle.  Imagine their surprise when they run into each other at Club Decadence.  The night turns explosive and is all that she dreamed of.  But Olivia’s insecurity rears its ugly head in the morning light and she flees, without a word or even a note.  Big mistake…     

*****

Without being told to, she opened her mouth, greedily accepting him as he slid into her, once, twice, and a final time when he came with a growl over her tongue and down her throat. With both hands in her hair, he held her head gently while Livvy lapped and licked him, his body trembling as he came down from his climax. After a few long intimate moments, he pulled away. 
“I’m due in Ft. Worth this afternoon, as you know. I’ll be back on Friday at three o’clock. You have until then to think about what you want and make a decision.” He paused to zip his trousers and buckle his belt. The finality of his action gave her a very bad feeling. She suppressed a groan. He was demonstrating his control, both of her and her pleasure. Her body still hummed with arousal, yearning for him.
He squatted in front of her, his big hands sliding up to her cheeks, lifting her face so close to his she could feel his breath. Wanting him so badly her teeth ached, she leaned into his touch. 
“You have two choices, Olivia. Forget about last night and go back to the way we were. Working together on friendly terms, but tamping down your desires, living in self-denial because you’re afraid to go for what you want.” Gently stroking a finger down her cheek, he met her shimmering blue eyes. “Or, you can come to me at three o’clock and surrender, to both the pleasure of last night and when needed, the discipline of this morning, fulfilling your long suppressed desires and living your life as you’re meant to, not merely going through the motions, but experiencing it at its fullest, with me. If you choose surrender, you will do so on your knees.” He moved closer, his lips brushing hers as he spoke. “One more thing, no touching. When you come to me, I want you as you are now: cunt bare, gloriously wet and hungry for me.”

*****

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The Blurb:

Thirty-eight-year-old legal secretary Olivia Wright's clock is ticking and she's afraid she's running out of time to find Master Right. Several times she thought she'd found the Dom of her dreams, but instead of the prince she sought, he'd turned out to be a slimy toad. The last one had dumped her unexpectedly and nearly broken her. Now, after a long dry spell, she's ready to try again. She'd really like it to be with the man who'd caught her eye three years ago, but that man is her boss and despite her best efforts, and tightest skirts, he hasn't spared her an extra glance. Resigning herself to unrequited love, she attempts to move on, procuring an invitation to an exclusive BDSM club, hoping Club Decadence will be the answer.

Joseph Hooks isn't your typical Dom. He's NBA tall, with no police or military background to speak of, wears tweed suits, of all things, and on an occasion the dreaded bow tie. But behind his somewhat nerdy appearance is a handsome, green eyed, strict but sensual dominant who's also hell on wheels in a court of law. He's wealthy, powerful, successful, and enjoys popularity among the subs at his private club, at least those who don't flee from the swishing sound of polished rattan, but he's exhausted his search for his perfect submissive and concerned about coming up short. After a frustrating day of watching his gorgeous secretary's delectable bottom in an incredibly tight skirt, he heads to San Antonio to blow off steam and maybe make a connection.

He thinks she's terminally vanilla and straight- laced. She thinks he's not into her, or with the way he ignores her curves and tight skirts, possibly gay. Hopelessly oblivious to what has been staring them in the face for three long years, Joseph and Olivia continue their aimless search for love. Then, one night, as a storm brews outside another rages inside as their paths converge. Will Olivia finally get the Master Prince she deserves, or will her past prevent her from realizing her dream? Will her presence at the club be the sign that Joseph needs to wake up and at long last claim the woman he's yearned for all along?

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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.