Showing posts with label Anal play. Show all posts
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Friday, July 10, 2015

He Likes It Dirty: A Scene from DEVIANT #satspanks


Welcome back to the Saturday Spankings Blog Hop! Today, I'd like to share another snippet from Deviant which was released earlier this week. If you'd like to read the first chapter, click here. And for a more intense, darker scene, click here.

For now, something a little more sexy (from Mia's POV)...

“You need to know, Mia,” Julien said, replacing the gag and bringing his face down to my breast, licking it while I watched before taking the nipple between his teeth, biting just hard enough for me to squeeze my eyes shut and groan against the pain. “That I’ll take what I want when I want it,” he said, kicking my legs apart, sliding a hand down over my slit, gripping my mound hard. “You see, I know you want it too, your pussy’s wet for me, isn’t it?” His fingers slipped through the drenched folds of my pussy. 
I closed my eyes when he beamed his victorious grin, but Julien wasn’t done yet. 
He leaned in, whispering in my ear but never stopping the play of his fingers, his thumb now moving over my clit. 

“You want me to take it, don’t you, you like it rough, Mia?”

I shook my head, but I wasn’t sure it wasn’t a lie.

“Your pussy says something else.”





Blurb

Julien

I'm a hit man, an assassin. A deviant by all accounts. I never pretended to be the good guy. 

She was the opposite.

But the minute she pulled the curtains back and saw my face, watched me screwing the blonde who happened to be my next mark, she sealed her own fate. 

There could be no witnesses, ever.  

I let it go on a few days though. Never closed the curtains, gave her one hell of a show. I liked it, liked seeing her get all hot and bothered. Her face so innocent, so…corruptible. And all that time she was watching, she had no idea I'd seen her, that I was watching her too. 

But all good things must come to an end. 

Imagine my surprise when I turned up to take care of her only to find two goons breaking down her door, weapons in hand. 

Turned out she had a price on her head. Her stepbrother wanted her and he wanted her alive. I'd never been one to pass up an opportunity to collect the kind of money he was offering, especially if I could have some fun while I was at it. 

It just never occurred to me she’d be anything more than my next mark.

Mia

Curiosity killed the kitten. 

I'll never forget the look in his eyes when he said those words.  

When I watched them from the window, I didn't suspect for a moment that he'd seen me, that he was watching me back. Not while he was doing what he was doing to the woman on her knees before him. 

But then she turned up dead, and he turned up in my hotel room, waiting for me in the dark. 

I didn't think for one second him being there that night would save my life. I'd been on the run for two years, but my stepbrother had finally caught up with me. Or his two thugs had. 

Finding out I had a quarter-of-a-million dollar bounty on my head convinced Julien I was more valuable alive than dead. But to collect it would mean returning me to my stepbrother, who had sworn to make me pay for what I'd done. 

Julien was cruel. He was merciless. He scared the crap out of me. But there was something else, something he never wanted me to see. Inside, he was broken, like me.

My stepbrother was wrong if he thought I'd let him get his hands on me ever again. I had no intention of allowing that to happen, even if it meant I'd have to sleep with the devil to survive. 

And I had no doubt Julien was the devil.

* Please note: This standalone dark romantic suspense is complete at 68K words. No cliffhanger, only a badass Alpha male who doesn't seem like much of a hero at the start, who uses strong language, and likes dirty, kinky sex. Some readers may find him offensive.


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Sunday, February 1, 2015

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Protective Custody: Aidan Gives Skye a very Thorough Cleaning #spanking #erotic


** Update **
Protective Custody is now available for sale on Amazon! There were some issues with the review process over at Zon but it looks to be taken care of now!

This is a naughty little scene, just a warning. Aidan is giving Skye a bath to prepare her for what he has planned...

Aidan turned her so that she sat with her back to him and his big arms wrapped around her. She felt so relaxed that she lay her head on his chest, not minding at all when he picked up a washcloth and poured body wash over it, rubbing it until it foamed. She even sighed when he began to rub along her shoulders and neck with it before moving to scrub each arm, each finger of each hand. He then moved to her neck and chest, taking special care with each of her breasts, reigniting the heat between her legs, something she thought impossible after the orgasms she'd just had. Once he was finished with her upper body, he had her turn to lean against the opposite side of the tub and paid the same attention to her legs and feet as he had the rest of her.
"God, Aidan, this is better than any massage I've ever had," she said, leaning her head back and closing her eyes.
"Enjoy it, baby," he said, but something in his voice made her suspicious. "There, come on back over here."
She smiled and resumed her place in front of him and watched when he began to drain the tub.
"We have to get out already?" Disappointment made her sound pouty.
"Oh no," he said, closing the drain once the tub was a little more than half full. "Not yet."
The look in his eyes told her she should have remained wary all along, but he didn't give her any time to act on this thought. 
"Kneel up, honey," he said, taking the washcloth and refreshing the body wash on it. "Kneel up and lean forward so you're laying your face on the towel I set on the edge of the tub. You're going to need your hands so you won't have those for support."
"Aidan…" she began, her face reddening at the thought of doing as he'd said even though she'd done exactly that not half an hour ago. Not to mention what had happened yesterday.
"I've seen every inch of you and I've tasted ever inch of you, Skye. Now don't be shy because if this embarrasses you, well, I’m not sure you're going to like the next part even one little bit. Bend over. Get that naughty bottom up in the air so I can clean it."
Why did his words make her pussy so incredibly hot? It was wrong. He was so…base.
"Would you like to add six more strokes to the six you have coming?" he asked.
He meant it. He meant every word and she knew it. With a groan, Skye stood on her knees and brought her hands to the edge of the tub where he'd made a pillow of a thick towel.
"Good girl, that's not so bad, is it?" he asked, not yet starting with the cloth. "Besides, I like the look of your ass, Skye. I like having you spread like this and open for me to look at and enjoy. I like seeing your pussy lips open for me, I like seeing them get wet at my words," he paused, the space of that moment adding even more embarrassment to his next sentence. "But I can't quite see that sexy little asshole. Rest your face on the towel, reach back and spread yourself open for me, honey."
Oh. My. God.
No.
Certainly he could not have said what she'd just heard. She couldn't move, could hardly breathe. It wasn't enough that he had her bending over in front of him, it wasn't enough that he would clean her bottom hole, he wanted her to open herself to him, assist him in her humiliation.
"OK, we'll take it to seven strokes. How many do you think it will be before you do as you're told?"
She glanced back now and he raised his eyebrows, waiting for her reply.
"Reach back and spread your bottom open for me to clean your little asshole, Skye." 
* * * *
Blurb
When Skye Madden is caught trespassing at an exclusive ski resort while trying to support herself as a tabloid photographer, she is stunned to discover that her childhood crush, Aidan Hastings, is the head of security. More shocking still, Aidan tells her in no uncertain terms that if she is found snooping around the resort again, he’ll take her over his knee and give her a spanking she’ll never forget.

When her boss sends her back to the same resort a year later on another assignment, Skye can’t help but remember Aidan’s warning, but a spanking quickly becomes the least of her worries after she gets lost on the mountain. While trying to find her way back, things go from bad to worse when she witnesses a cold-blooded murder, and she is left with no choice but to confess everything to Aidan. Worst of all, it appears that the murder is connected to the Russian mob.

Aidan decides he’s taking no chances with his best friend’s little sister, a girl he’s never been able to forget. As a former special agent, he is more than ready to do whatever is needed to keep her safe, even if that means taking her into hiding in an isolated cabin, whether she likes it or not. But Skye Madden has grown even more stubborn and headstrong than he remembered, and he soon realizes it will take quite a bit more than just a bare-bottom spanking to bring her in line.

Even with her world collapsing around her, Skye wonders how she can let this man—someone who has a place called a “punishment room” in his house, on top of everything else—start to claim her heart again. Can she learn to trust her firm protector, or will she take matters into her own hands and put her life in even greater danger?

Publisher’s Note: Protective Custody is an erotic novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Melody's Punishment #Spanking Part 4 #wipitup #FREE

Welcome back to Wip It Up Wednesday everyone! I'm back with part 4 of Melody's Punishment. If you haven't read part one, part two, or part three, click on their respective links to be redirected. A quick thanks to Melody Parks for the creation of this blog hop by the way. 

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If you recall, last week we left off where Marcus had just lubricated Melody's bottom in preparation for, well, this:


He imagined how red her face was. She hated being told to finger herself to orgasm while he watched. Hated it even as some part of her got off on the humiliation of spreading herself, of being observed at such a vulnerable moment.
Marcus brought the head of his now slick cock to her ass and rubbed it against the tight passage. Holding her wide with one hand, he pressed his cock against her well lubricated hole, feeling her push against him as he did. "That's it, good girl. Push, give me your ass, Melody."
She moaned, lifting to him. "Please let me come too," she begged, looking over her shoulder at him, her pupils dilated so her eyes were wide with arousal.
"Shh," Marcus coaxed, just breaching the tight ring and causing all of her muscles to tighten as he spread her asshole wide, pushing deeper into her after a moment. "This is punishment," he said, his own voice breathy. "Take my cock, Melody. Open up and take it." He pulled her cheeks wider as he said it, pushing deeper into her tight passage, the heavy amount of lubricant easing his entry.
"Please…" she begged, pushing again so that she took another inch of his cock.
"Mmm…that's it, girl, open up and take it," he said, sliding his hands beneath her to grip either side of her pussy, spreading her lips and holding them wide as she whimpered. He slid deeper into her, forcing some of the lube to squeeze out of her as he did. When he felt resistance, he slowed just a little, just giving her a moment to soften before pulling out only to push in farther. He did this to her groans, his thrusts coming faster as he finally claimed all of her and stilled, fully seated in her tight asshole.
"Please!" she begged once more.
In response, Marcus pulled her pussy lips farther, ensuring nothing would come into contact with her clit.
"Not tonight, baby girl. Tonight, you just give your ass over for a fucking. Punishment, remember. You ready for me to fuck your ass?"
She only whimpered, still trying to rub herself against him.
"Say it, ask me to fuck your pretty little asshole, Melody."

"Fuck my little asshole, sir. Fuck it good and hard, please."
* * * *
Have I called Marcus Mason once or twice by the way? I seem to have changed his name at some point during the writing... ah well... Hey, don't forget to visit all the other bloggers in today's hop and have a great day!
**Photo by Mimsy Photography 

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Her Keeper: In His Custody by Helen Karol


I have Helen Karol here today with her latest installment in the Her Keeper serial, In His Custody (Part 2). She's sharing a pretty hot scene so be warned...
In this scene, Rick has taken Sara into one of the interrogations rooms to punish her for what is meant to be consensual discipline.  True to their surroundings, Rick sits her on his knee and begins to interrogate her over her understanding of the implements of chastisement lying on the table.  Despite her consent, Sara still struggles with acceptance when Rick explains how he intends to use the first two: an anal plug and ginger lube.
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I look at him incredulously.  “You’re not serious.  It’s huge.  You can’t stick that inside me.”
His face darkens and he turns me face down over his knees, flipping up my skirt to reveal my bare lower half.  “You're incorrigible, Sara.  You need to follow protocol much better than this.  It’s actually fairly small as anal plugs go.”  He rubs my bottom and then parts my cheeks.  I clench.  He’s really going to ream me with it and use some horrible burning lube to do it.
“I hate you.”  I fling at him.  I’m not sure where that invective came from.  I really don’t hate him at all, but now it’s out I refuse to retract it.
“This should take care of that nonsense, get you in the right submissive mood.  Just for that outburst you can keep it in while we’re in chambers.  That should make sure you behave.”
“Oh no.”  I squirm and kick as he lubes my opening and wastes no time forcing the smooth glass inside my bottom.  It’s very round and silky and the lube is thick.  It actually slips in more easily than his finger.  Despite its size it feels less intrusive.  Probably because he simply seats it in there rather than pumping it forcefully the way he did his fingers.  The feeling is not so much painful as stretching and filling. Very filling, but it doesn’t hurt.  Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.  It feels subduing.  It’s hard to be indignant and feisty with a large piece of long oval glass stuffed up your ass.
He keeps me across his knee and I start to relax until the burn sets in.  “Oh, ohh.  Shit.  It really burns.”  I fling my hands back.  "Take it out.”
He takes my wrists in his hand, holding them together up and away from my opening.  Then he proceeds to spank right on top of the plug, pushing it forward, deeper inside me.  He punctuates each spank with a lecturing word.  That.  Smack.  Is  Slap.  Quite.  Smack.  Enough.”
He sets me on my feet and marches me over to the wall until I’m right next to it, facing it.  The burn in my ass is awful, but as he’s made it clear it’s not coming out anytime soon, I focus on trying to relax and not increase the burn.  He lifts my dress and orders me to take it in my hands and keep it high so my butt’s on display.  I blush furiously, but do as I’m told.
“You can stay there for a few moments and compose yourself.  Keep this up and you’re going to earn yourself a lot worse than I have in mind.”
The minutes seem to tick by interminably.  The burn is bad, but bearable as long as I stay relaxed.  I begin to feel really stupid facing the wall with my bare butt on display and my bottom stuffed and burning.  I start to calm and consider that maybe I should strive to get in the right headspace.  There’s no point in pissing him off.  I should know that by now.
“Come here, Sara.”
I walk over, feeling awkward with the strange sensation of the plug and burn of the lube.  I keep my dress up off my backside like he arranged me, but down covering my front, trying to hold on to some of my dignity.  Thankfully he allows this. 
When I reach him, he looks at me sternly and I half expect him to order me to lift my dress completely.  Instead he surprises me with the opposite.  “You may put your dress down for now.  But be warned, little girl, piss me off much more and you’ll be punished naked.”
I nod, adding a hasty and respectful.  “Yes, Sir.”
“That’s better.  Now what’s the next item?”
I bite my lip and look at him swallowing in trepidation at the implement.  “It’s a paddle.  It seems big to me, but maybe it’s not as paddles go.”
He smiles and picks it up, patting it against his large hand.  It’s about the same size, although it’s hard to tell because it’s round.  It’s clear with holes and looks like plastic.
“It’s medium sized.  It’s lexan.  It stings very painfully, but won’t bruise.  I choose my implements with that in my mind.  I like to redden, welt, blister even, but not bruise.  I’m going to spank you with this across my knee.  I’ll give you a short warm up first with my hand.  I’ll be quite severe, but not anywhere near full force.  I won’t count.  I’ll spank you for about a minute.  Your bottom’s going to be very sore and swollen at the end of it.  It’s quite sound proofed in here so you may cry and howl a bit, but not too loud,  I think we’ve had enough of an audience for today, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”  I've no problem agreeing with that observation.  I watch as he puts the paddle down and fingers the next two  items on the table.  “Alright.  What about these?”
I’m tempted to give him a look and say “Duh,” but I value the ability to sit sometime in the next year too much.  “Straps.  One small.  One big.”
He nods and picks up the small one.  Its short, but thick and supple.  I wince and my buttocks clench, increasing the burn, when he brings it down with a swift crack on the table.  “This is short enough to use across my knee.  Twenty with it.  Hard and fast, medium force.”

I lick my lips.  This is going to hurt like hell.  So why are my breasts and pussy throbbing in anticipation?  Why am I not trying to run screaming frantically from the room instead of waiting in fascination for him to begin?
Blurb
The warrant reignites Rick and Sara's feud and may damage their weekend deal. Can Rick assert his authority enough to convince Sara to trust him or is the battle on again? And will that dress that Sara wore to tease Rick arouse his fantasies so much that she ends up with a lot more than she bargained for? 

Sara is drawn to the teenage girl who needs her protection, while Luke's murder investigations unearth information that worries Rick about Sara's safety.  Keeping her close becomes imperative. 

Join Rick and Sara as their sizzling romance grows even hotter! 
Her Keeper is an ongoing e-serial that unfolds over multiple volumes ranging from 8,000 to 22,000 words each.  An erotic romance with explicit sexual content and elements of BDSM, it has a hot cop (two actually), sexy frisking, spanking, cuffing, anal play, a crazy, hot proposition and two people who are stubbornly in love.