A Wicked Game: Guest Post by Casey McKay #BDSM

I have Casey McKay here with Cherished, her latest release! 

Hi Natasha! Thanks for having me over so I can share an excerpt from my new release Cherished. Serena is just getting out of a long term relationship with a pretty intense Dom. She realizes she misses some things about the relationship but not the criticisms and feel like she can never be enough. Ethan turns out to be the kind of Dom she was needing all along. 

In this scene Ethan is trying to help Serena quit smoking. He doesn't want her to think he's punishing her for bad behavior, but he's made up a game that he thinks could curb her habit. It's kind of a wicked game...

“Don’t lie to me, baby girl. Tell me,” Ethan prompted.
He’d asked her how many times she wanted a cigarette today. How could she answer that? Had she even paid attention? “I don’t know.” Her words came out whiny as Ethan rubbed his hand over her ass. “Ow,” she complained when he traced a particularly pronounced welt.
Reaching beside him, he produced a bottle of lotion and rubbed cream into her punished bottom.
His attention and care had her pussy flooding. His touch was reigniting the burn from her punishment, but now it shot heat straight to her core.
“Think,” he urged. “Six times? Ten times?”
Still not sure why he wanted to know, she decided to go with a lower number. She didn’t want it to look like she had a problem. “Um, four, maybe?”
His hand skated lower, massaging lotion into the lines on her thighs. He nudged her legs apart and skimmed over her pussy lips, slick and swollen in arousal. “Okay, four times.”
She looked over her shoulder at him. Something about his tone was making her shiver. What was he up to?
“From now on, whenever you feel like you need a smoke, I want you to bring yourself to climax.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Uh, what?”
“Anytime you start to feel the itch, the need to get your fill of nicotine, stick your fingers in your panties and make yourself come.”
She giggled, he couldn’t be serious. What if she was at work? Or in her car?
“Anytime,” he emphasized his words as if he were following her inner thoughts. “It’s a good stress reliever and it will take the edge off. And of course, if I happen to be with you, just say the word.” He threw her a wink.
She liked his creative thinking, and now she kind of wished she picked a bigger number. How many times could Ethan make her orgasm in a day? It sounded like a good game to her.
“I know you’re off today, but I actually have to get some work done. So let’s get started and stop wasting time.” His words were so matter of fact she almost giggled, but then the vibrator whirred to life.
She hadn’t seen him pick up a vibrator, were they hidden around this office? She tensed as he ran it over her folds. Opening her legs, she grabbed on to the cushion beneath her. She was already on edge just from his hands on her body.
He ran the toy down the length of her slit before teasing her clit with his fingers. He plunged the vibe into her opening and added more pressure over that tiny bundle of nerves.
Gasping for breath, all of her muscles tightened as she tumbled over the edge. She was a little disappointed she had made it so easy for him, but the disappointment quickly dissipated as another wave of pleasure engulfed her.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of watching you come.”
She looked back to see Ethan smiling down at her. He gently eased her to her back and then settled himself between her legs.
“That was one, three more to go.”
Her eyes widened at his declaration. “What? I—”
“You don’t have to come all at once,” he assured. “But you aren’t leaving this couch or putting your clothes back on until I’ve seen you climax four times.”
Her pussy clenched at his stern tone and demanding words. She should be outraged. But really, what was she getting upset about? He wanted her to orgasm? Hardly a punishment.
“Spread those legs for daddy.”

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Serena's landed herself the perfect man. He's wealthy, powerful, and an unrelenting Dom. Everything a smart girl with a penchant for kink could want. But a year into their relationship and she's doubting what they really have together. When she confronts him, she's devastated to discover she had the wrong idea from the beginning. 

Ethan is back in town to help out his friend manage his BDSM club. The short respite from his life across the country is just the break he needed. But when his troubles end up following him, things become even more complicated than before.

When Serena and Ethan meet, it isn't perfect timing. Serena finds it hard to trust again, but then Ethan shows her what it's like to be cherished. Can they let go of their baggage long enough to find real happiness? Or will their complicated past relationships catch up with them?

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First Chapter of DEVIANT #BDSM #Spanking

Deviant is now available for sale on Amazon and will be coming to other stores soon! 

Chapter One

Julien 

I’d been watching her for the last three days. 

I didn’t know what it was I found so appealing about the girl. She was a sneaky little peeping Tom. Maybe it was her pretty green eyes, or how wide they grew at the things she watched us do. At the things I made the girl whose ass I was currently fucking do. Regardless, her fate was sealed the moment she pushed the curtains aside and saw my face. 

No witnesses, no matter what. That was rule number one. It had to be. 

She hadn’t yet realized I’d seen her, that she was being watched as she herself was doing the watching. Her attention was fully absorbed by the fucking. But I studied her face, saw her mouth open, her little pink tongue dart out to lick those full lips, her throat work as she swallowed hard, her cheeks flushing a deep red. 

Her face imprinted on my mind. I’d recognize her anywhere now. It was one of the things I was so good at — a blessing and a curse all at once. Never forget a face. Never forget their eyes, how they change when they realize what’s happening, when terror grips them. 

Forgetting was a gift. People spent their lives chasing the past, trying to hold on to something long gone. Desperate to remember. Me? I wished I could forget. 

It had been three days since she’d first seen us. I was sure it was by accident, or at least it had been the first time. Her room was situated directly across the courtyard of the cheap little hotel. She’d pulled the curtains apart to open her window when she’d stumbled upon the sight of us fucking. I’d ducked my head out of sight, and wouldn’t have thought much of it, but when, a moment later, the small hand pulled the curtains just a little wider, just wide enough to see, my curiosity had gotten the best of me. 

It had been her face. It was just so innocent, so... corruptible. Irresistible to a man like me. I always liked to play with them first, fuck with them a little. It was cruel, reprehensible, really. I knew it, but it didn’t make me enjoy it any less. 

The blonde began to squirm beneath me, almost stealing my attention from the woman in the window. I glanced down at her, at the mass of dyed hair spilling over her back, mascara smeared across her face, her mouth open. I looked at her ass, at my cock disappearing inside it. She’d been a good fuck, but this would be the last time. Three days was long enough. I had a job to do, after all, and the girl in the window would already delay me. I couldn’t exactly assassinate my mark in front of her. She’d freak out, and that was more attention than I needed. 

Gripping the blonde’s hair tightly, I tugged hard, giving her a grin she likely thought a smile before pushing her face into the mattress to shut her up. She mewled and I rubbed her clit with my free hand, turning that sound into something else. Pain and pleasure, pleasure and pain. They never knew which it was; there was never any clear line for them. 

With the blonde’s face buried in the blankets, I studied my little voyeur. She was still there, still 7 

watching — but her hand had disappeared into her pants. I’d make her show me just what those fingers were doing when the time came. That made me grin, but when she looked up and her green gaze met mine, I could almost hear her gasp at the shock of being caught. It was then my grin widened into something else, something meant to scare. 

I gripped the blonde’s hips, all while daring the woman who watched to draw the curtains closed, to turn away. I fucked the woman before me then, really fucked her, and just before I came inside that tight ass, my little voyeur blinked as if coming out of a trance, her face going bright red before she pulled the curtains closed. 

My low growl made the blonde look over her shoulder. I met her gaze, my own hardening as I forced myself to remember who she was, the things she’d done, and the job I still had to do. That part always made my cock harder. Any person with morals would probably worry about that, about liking this sort of work, but I had never claimed to have any of those. Or if I had, they’d been beaten out of me years ago. That was what made me so good at my job. 

I looked down at her asshole, at my cock as it plunged deep, knowing I hurt and gave pleasure at once, not caring which was the dominant of the two as I exploded inside her. But when I closed my eyes, it was the voyeur’s eyes I saw, not the woman who had my cock buried inside her. 

If only the bitch before me knew how lucky she was. She’d just been granted an extra day to live. 

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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Bound by the Summer Prince: Guest Post by Mistral Dawn

Please welcome Mistral Dawn with her new release, Bound by the Summer Prince!

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The Summer Court is in an uproar. The king has just been executed for unpardonable crimes, and the queen is prostrate with grief over his loss. This leaves the Summer kingdom bereft of true leadership; a problem which is compounded by the fact that the laws of Fairie require balance to be maintained by having a male and a female ruler for both Season Courts at all times. Uaine, the Summer prince, is the only one who can put things right, but he is without a mate. Knowing that he must take a bride quickly, for the sake of his people, even though he is struggling with his own feelings of pain and anger over his father's treachery, he goes for a walk in a forest near the palace to try to clear his head and determine how best to choose a female to rule beside him. 

While walking Uaine discovers a human female running loose in Fairie, which is against the most basic tenets of Fae law. Furious at one more problem he must deal with, he takes her prisoner and locks her in the dungeon; only to discover later that she is his soul-mate. The magical bond between them means they are meant to be together forever, but humans can't feel the magic of Fairie. Will Uaine be able to win her heart and convince her that she can trust him to keep her safe from all the dangers of Fairie...including himself? 

Roni is a human con woman and petty thief. Having run afoul of the local crime syndicate in the city where she is staying, she finds herself running for her life. Trouble is no stranger to her, but when she falls through a hole in a wall and finds herself in a world with carnivorous trees and rocks that eat people she realizes she may have found more of it than she can deal with. Rescued/arrested by the prince of the Summer Court, it doesn't take long for her to formulate a plan to use him to get herself home. Unfortunately for her, she soon finds that her heart, which she had thought long ago turned to stone, has begun to feel the love she has been playing at. Will she be able to overcome a lifetime of caution and allow herself to follow her heart? Can a criminal love a cop? 

Please be aware that this book contains explicit sexual scenes, depictions of BDSM, and anal play. If these things disturb you, then this may not be the book for you.

This excerpt is when Roni first starts to accept that she is in Fairie and learns about the magical bond that has formed between the Summer Prince and herself:

She was just contemplating leaving her comfortable chair, and disturbing the occupant of her lap, when the door opened and Uaine walked in. "I have questions for you."

"I would be disappointed if you did not." said Uaine, as he gently closed the door and walked over to take a seat across the table from his Anamchara.

Roni felt uneasy in the man's presence, and when she felt uneasy she always defaulted to aggression. "Why are you holding me prisoner?"

"You are not a prisoner..."

"Then can I leave?" She interrupted.

Uaine took a settling breath.  "I will explain everything to you in a moment, but first: is there anything you need?"

"I need my stuff back."

"We will also discuss your belongings momentarily.  Jillian mentioned that you had requested a dressmaker?"

"No, I told her I want my clothes back."

Sighing, Uaine prepared for the difficult conversation he knew he needed to have with his Anamchara.  It was obvious she was not inclined to make it any easier.  Not that her strength of will was a bad thing, in the long run, she'd need it to properly fulfill her duties as queen; but just at that moment he wished for a little less strength, and a little more willingness to be open-minded.  At any rate, delay would make it no easier.

"First, Jillian said she told you that you are no longer in the human world, is that correct?"

Roni looked at him warily. "She told me some cockamamie story about being in some magical fairy-land, yeah."

"But you do not believe this is true?"

"It's impossible!"

"Perhaps it may seem that way, humans do not seem to believe in the Fae as they used to, but are there not things you have seen that you cannot explain?  Have you not witnessed wonders that do not exist in the human world?"

Roni considered his words.  She knew that she couldn't continue to put off thinking about all of the strange things she couldn't explain.  Eventually she was going to have to deal with the fact that what she was experiencing didn't make sense under the rules she was used to, or in the world she knew.  In the forest she had decided to treat everything as if it were real, on the off chance that it was, because she'd thought that would increase her odds of survival.  It seemed as though using the same mental trick now might be a good idea. 

She still wasn't entirely convinced that she wasn't dreaming, or hallucinating, or even dead; but she needed to be able to function, and the only way she could think of to do that was to act as though she truly had, somehow, been transported to a mythical world.  If she operated under that assumption, it would free her mind to focus on other matters (like how to get back home) and allow her to respond to events and people in her normal, cautious manner.  She resolved that she wouldn't fully accept the notion, but her actions would, for the time being, be based on that premise.

"Alright, then how did I get here?"

"You do not remember?"

"I remember falling and then waking up in a jungle."

"You must have somehow encountered a portal that had opened.  Normally they require a spell to open them, but occasionally they will open on their own; only the goddess knows why or how.  You were not alone when you reached Fairie."

"No, I was being chased by four men.  They were all killed."

Uaine took a relieved breath.  If his Anamchara was not lying to him, he at least did not have to worry about more humans running around his kingdom armed with cold iron.  "Yes, the forests of Fairie are perilous.  It was only your possession of human-forged, cold iron which allowed you to escape unscathed."

"What do you mean 'human-forged, cold iron'?"

"There is an item in your bag made from such a substance.  It is an anathema to all Fae and protected you in the forest.  However, it is very dangerous.  I would like to return your possessions to you, including this item, but I must know that you will only use it to defend yourself.  I cannot allow you to have it if you will use it to harm my people."

"Well there's no trouble then, I won't be around your people because I'll be going home."

He sighed. "That is another thing we must speak of. You cannot leave Fairie.  This would be true regardless of any other circumstances, one of our oldest and most sacrosanct laws is to never allow humans with knowledge of Fairie to return to the human world, but it is especially true because a bond has formed between you and me."

She raised her eyebrow and gave him a dry look. "A bond?"

"Yes." He took a deep breath. "The great mother goddess created a magical bond which forms between two individuals when they have found their perfect match, their soul-mate.  We call this bond the Siorghra and our mates are called Anamchara.  The Siorghra is recognized and held sacred by all Fae throughout all of Fairie.  It is inviolable and unbreakable."

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Bound and Alone, a Captive #satspanks

Good morning and welcome back to the Saturday Spankings Blog Hop. Today I'm posting from Captive, Mine, a book I've been working on for more than a year now with author Trent Evans. The blurb is below but this is the scene where Lily wakes to find herself bound and alone, a captive...

It was cold. I woke up in a pitch-black room lying on something relatively soft, a mattress maybe, on my side, hands bound behind my back and something covering my mouth. I inhaled a deep, shaky breath, telling myself not to panic, which was impossible. I huddled into myself, shivering, trying not to move, mentally scanning my body for injury, which, apart from aches of where I’d been manhandled, I didn’t find.

There was no sound in the room aside from my own breathing. I opened my eyes but could see nothing — it was too dark. 

The last thing I remembered were DeSalvo’s words, the look on his face, then being pinned back to the seat, Lake holding me with a cloth pressed against my nose and mouth. 

Chloroform. He’d held it there until I had passed out. 

**Trent will be posting another piece from this scene on his blog today so make sure to visit!**

Blurb

The day my father agreed to testify against Terrence Randall, one of the most ruthless drug traffickers in North America, was the day I became the target of the drug lord’s enraged vengeance. I was the one thing that stood in the way of Daddy’s testimony, and the one thing that could save Randall. The man would stop at nothing to get his hands on me. 

I was prepared for what was coming — as prepared as one could be when vanishing into the U.S. Marshal’s Witness Protection Program. 

I just wasn’t prepared for him. 

For ex-Navy SEAL turned mercenary Lake Freeman, escorting Lily Cross into the Witness Protection Program was just another job — until a better offer came along. Lake couldn’t have cared less about the life he’d been hired to protect. After all, she was a part of the very organization that had cost him so much already. 

At least he never expected to care. 

But when forced into a decision he never thought he’d have to make, the mission became one of survival for himself and his beautiful charge. Lake knew that in order to protect her, he’d need to bring the feisty and unpredictable Lily to heel — he couldn't keep her safe if he couldn't keep her under control. 

But that protective urge quickly turned into something else, something dark ... and his need to conquer, to claim, overrode all else. 

He would keep her safe. He would keep her protected. But he would make her his, as well. 

Now, all he had to do was figure out how to keep them both alive long enough to do it... 

Publisher's Warning: Intended for mature readers. 18 and over only! 

This is a MF BDSM romantic suspense. Themes include: graphic sexuality, pervasive D/s, exhibitionism, spanking, bondage, anal play and other BDSM activities. If such content might offend you, please do not purchase this book. 

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New Release: Captive, Mine

Captive, Mine just went live on Amazon and will be available at other retailers shortly. For now, the prologue to set the mood...

I always knew I was different. Knew I lived a different sort of life. I just didn’t expect to end up here — like this.

For weeks I’d felt it. I’d known someone had been watching me. But I’d ignored it.

Looking back, I can think of a hundred ways I could have avoided this, avoided him. He’d said one thing and, like a fool, I had believed him. Useless words. Stolen words.

Tucking my knees into my chest, I pulled the worn blanket up over my body. He’d stripped me bare before bringing me here, before binding my wrists together so tightly they felt raw. I shivered in the cold, damp room knowing he was going to teach me a lesson. I’d been to this room before. I knew what had to happen here.

Tears again, stupid tears. He had no right to keep me captive. His captive.

“Let me out!” I screamed for the hundredth time, my voice hoarse, my throat too dry.

This time, though, there was an answer: the sound of his footsteps approaching, the almost imperceptible sound of the key sliding into the lock, turning it.

I pressed my back harder into the wall, fisting the blanket with sweaty hands.

I was going to be punished and it was going to be bad. I knew it.

He’d promised it and he always kept his promises. 

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The day my father agreed to testify against Terrence Randall, one of the most ruthless drug traffickers in North America, was the day I became the target of the drug lord’s enraged vengeance. I was the one thing that stood in the way of Daddy’s testimony, and the one thing that could save Randall. The man would stop at nothing to get his hands on me. 

I was prepared for what was coming — as prepared as one could be when vanishing into the U.S. Marshal’s Witness Protection Program. 

I just wasn’t prepared for him. 

For ex-Navy SEAL turned mercenary Lake Freeman, escorting Lily Cross into the Witness Protection Program was just another job — until a better offer came along. Lake couldn’t have cared less about the life he’d been hired to protect. After all, she was a part of the very organization that had cost him so much already. 

At least he never expected to care. 

But when forced into a decision he never thought he’d have to make, the mission became one of survival for himself and his beautiful charge. Lake knew that in order to protect her, he’d need to bring the feisty and unpredictable Lily to heel — he couldn't keep her safe if he couldn't keep her under control. 

But that protective urge quickly turned into something else, something dark ... and his need to conquer, to claim, overrode all else. 

He would keep her safe. He would keep her protected. But he would make her his, as well. 

Now, all he had to do was figure out how to keep them both alive long enough to do it... 

Publisher's Warning: Intended for mature readers. 18 and over only! 

This is a MF BDSM romantic suspense. Themes include: graphic sexuality, pervasive D/s, exhibitionism, spanking, bondage, anal play and other BDSM activities. If such content might offend you, please do not purchase this book. 

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A Saturday Spanking For You #satspanks

It's that time again...Saturday Spankings! And somehow I remembered to put my post up so I'm celebrating. Today I'm sharing a piece from Protective Custody which is now available for sale! an upcoming book which is in the midsts of being titled, covered and line edited. I remember when I used to be in a rush for these things but these days I'm much more relaxed so I have no release date to share, but I imagine in the coming week or two. I shared a piece of this a week ago for WIP IT UP Wednesday and today I'm sharing eight dirty little sentences along with a pic of Joe Manganiello just because I think he's hot and he's how Aidan looks in my head. I do see a little hair peeking out of his pants I kind of wish I couldn't see but I'm sure he keeps things managed down there... 

"You didn't suck me properly earlier, Skye," he said, slowly pressing into her. "I'd like to see you suck my cock properly, take it deep into your throat, I'd like to see your face with my cock stuffed in your mouth, watch you as I come down your throat and you swallow ever last drop of my cum."

"Aidan…" she was going to explode.

"Are you ready to kneel before me and take my cock into your mouth?" he asked, reaching to undo the bonds at her wrists.

"Yes. Oh, yes…" she said.

"Are you going to swallow my cum?" he asked, undoing the restraints at her legs.

"Yes, sir."

"And what should we do if you spill?" he asked, gripping her by her hair and sliding her down onto her knees.

"Punish me, sir," she said.

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