Tuesday, January 19, 2016

The Ties That Bind: Guest Post by Alyssa Turner

Please welcome Alyssa Turner with an excerpt from her brand new release, Swept! I had the pleasure of reading an ARC and, well, can I just say hot? You'll get a sampling in a minute! First, here's Alyssa:

Thank you, Natasha for a chance to talk about my new book SWEPT. I am thrilled that you invited me to meet your readers! 

Such tame ideas of love and marriage might make the average BDSM reader yawn.  But I wanted to ask the question: where is the line between loving a Dom and loving that person when he falters?  What happens when a sub has to choose between being weak and finding her strength? If the ties that bind fall away, can their love hold them together?  I hope you enjoy the excerpt below and will check out SWEPT, now available on Amazon.com and later at other major retailers.  This standalone novel takes another look into the lives of Rory, Spencer and Jack from my bestselling MMF ménage, Polished.  

To celebrate RELEASE WEEK, I’m giving away a Michael Kors padlock bracelet and a copy of both Polished and Make Me. (Ebook copies for UK).  Good Luck!! 

Visit my blog to read the first three chapters of Swept or find out more about my books and my occasional ramblings. Reach out on Facebook. I’d love to meet you! <3 Alyssa

Here's the excerpt!

Rory registered the look of steady calm on Spencer’s face as he removed the shiny chrome bar with gray velvet-lined leather cuffs attached at each end. He reached over her to secure her ankles inside the custom-made leather sheaths. A simple buckle ensured there would be no escape.
“Take the reverse prayer position,” Jack instructed.
With her head laid against the soft sheets, she arranged her arms behind her back and pressed her palms neatly together. In her training over the past year, Rory had taken up yoga classes to practice both flexibility and discipline. It was something she’d pursued on her own in her quest to become a more worthy submissive. Rory was a perfectionist. Even she could admit that now. Yoga was a healthy outlet, one of many Jack had helped her uncover.
Spencer got to work on wrapping the black nylon rope around one of her wrists in four precise rows and then continued on the second wrist. Then he took each end and laced the rope around her forearms, immobilizing her in that position. In the mirrored closet door next to their bed, Rory watched him work. The rope was corded around itself for further reinforcement, and then Spencer crafted an intricate butterfly knot to finish it all off. She thought they were finished, but Jack took two shorter ropes from her box. He held her hips and raised them into the air, placing her ass high and open to him. The ropes were looped around each thigh in slide knots that were then connected to her wrists. She couldn’t move her body an inch in any direction. It was even difficult to move her head, and the cool sheet warmed beneath her cheek. She was at their mercy. Rory acknowledged the stretch of her muscles and let her senses drink in every second as they ticked by.
“Do you need a gag?”
“I don’t know.” Truly, she didn’t. There was something in the air that felt different. What had Jack meant when he’d said he would be taking her orgasm from her? It sounded as though she’d be forced to break the rules, to yell out without permission. Would she need a gag? Rory swallowed hard. She hoped so.
“I’ve got you covered, baby,” Spencer said, grinning at her as he took hold of his swollen cock.
“Open,” Jack said, and Rory was reminded how much better it was to be commanded by Jack than asked. Of course he knew this.
Spencer took position at the side of the bed and slowly slid his shaft between her lips. He rested there, and she ran her tongue up and down his shaft, causing him to moan. She wasn’t entirely powerless.
“Don’t make him come before he’s allowed, Rory,” Jack said. “You’ll be the one to suffer the consequences.”
She understood.       
Her pussy throbbed in anticipation, and she wasn’t even sure what he had planned. The distinct hum of a vibrator suddenly filled her ear. “Just so you know, sweetheart, this isn’t that cute little toy you like to play with. I picked up something more suitable before we left New York.”
The first tap of the gyrating shaft against her ass and she jumped. Jack grabbed her ass cheek possessively and pushed the vibrating dildo into her pussy without any further introduction. His thrusts were fast and hard, almost brutal. Almost. Rory felt her body clench and brace against the onslaught.
Then he slowed to nearly a stop. Ball bearings whirled inside her causing her to want to squirm. She knew better. The reprieve was short-lived. He fucked her hard again with his newly acquired tool. She wanted to scream out, but Spencer’s cock muted any chance of it escaping her mouth. It took every ounce of discipline to keep from hurting him. Her jaw remained lax, her lips softly encasing him.
Jack held still again. Rory took a deep breath through her nose. Above her, she heard the two of them kissing. The sound made her want to moan.
Then the dildo was gone. Cold wetness fell on her exposed asshole, and the dildo returned in her tightest hole. He’d raised the vibration level, the sensation taking over her body entirely. Rory had been initiated into the practice of anal sex by Jack and Spencer. They’d been her patient instructors, helping her to understand her body until it was open and receptive.
Jack twisted the vibe, and the pleasure taking over her was immediate. There wasn’t much chance to savor it alone. Jack filled her cunt with his full length just a few heartbeats later.
“Fuck her mouth,” Jack said to Spencer. “You should have your orgasm now.”
Spencer trailed his fingers over her cheek and palmed the back of her head. “Thank you, Sir,” he said.
“You’re welcome, Spencer.” Jack leaned down to her ear. “Now, I’m going to fuck you senseless, Rory. So senseless that all you’re going to want to do is slip into an orgasm and let it take over.” He threw his hips into her, punctuating his syllables. “But you…will…make…me…proud and focus all your energy on Spencer. When you come, it won’t be because you achieved orgasm. You aren’t achieving anything today, sweetheart. You will come because I forced it from your body. I’m not giving you a chance to orgasm. I’m taking it from you. Understand now?”
She did understand, and his words were as arousing as the sensations penetrating her physically. He stripped her bare to her soul. In a scene with Jack, she had nothing, was responsible for nothing. It was freedom. The sweetest kind.
There was a trippy war raging inside her. She willed herself not to succumb to the pleasure Jack wielded and concentrated on pleasing Spencer. In her position, cheek pressed to the mattress, face poised at the edge of the bed, she focused on sucking Spencer each time he slid between her lips. In her mind she thought of nothing but keeping her mouth open for him. She was a captive slave, a prized hostage. Spencer grabbed her hair and pumped her mouth at a frenzied pace. As he poured his seed down her throat, she was nothing and everything all at once.
There was a place Rory went when her senses overloaded and the endorphins took her over the edge. She felt like she was drifting on a cloud, blowing in the wind. It was peaceful. She was outside of herself, staring at her image in the mirror as if it was a window to another bedroom. Two men she loved had reduced her to mere flesh for their pleasure alone. Her body began to shudder, and a grit-filled moan formed in her throat.
“Here it comes, sweetheart,” Jack growled. “I want it. It’s mine.”
She burst into pieces. That moan turned into a sob as the orgasm slammed through her. She was exhausted by the time the last tingle fled her toes. Aftershocks raged in her core, and she was left in a limp pile.

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Author Bio:
If you asked her, she'd say it all started with her vast collection of paper dolls. That's how long Alyssa Turner has been crafting intricate story lines full of twists and turns and memorable characters. Thirty years later, her stories are now quite grown up.
She writes erotica and erotic romance in all lengths, having been featured in the notable anthologies of Best Women's Erotica, edited by Violet Blue and several from Rachel Kramer Bussel. With her proclivity for the ménage genre, Alyssa is often recognized for weaving complexity and emotional depth into her characters and plots.
Alyssa has more than several full length novels under her belt including bestsellers in gay romance. Read more about Alyssa Turner and preview her published works on her blog.

Even a Master needs a savior...or two.

Successful engineering executive, Jack Rothman thought he was finally free to be the Dom he was meant to become. His submissives, Rory Campbell and Spencer Hartley are soon to be married, and his place as their Dominant is unshakeable. Then Jack loses the one thing a Dom requires…control over his life.

Rory can’t wait to get married, but she can’t marry both of her men—not in the eyes of the law or her overbearing, critical parents. She must find the courage to tell her parents the truth about her poly relationship, despite the sudden absence of her Dominant’s strength. If she wants the happily-ever-after wedding she’s always dreamed of, she’ll have to learn to fight for it on her own.

Spencer knows that lies are a poison that destroys from within.  Now that he’s come to terms with his bisexuality he’s ready to settle down with the woman he loves and the man he can’t live without. Only the future that seemed so bright is in danger of being swept out of his hands. He’s watching his fiancée fall apart, his Dom fade away and there’s nothing he can do about it…or is there?