Easy way…

“Come to me,” he ordered.

She shook her head, gearing for a fight. “I’ve got too much to do.”

He said nothing, simply raised an eyebrow and tossed a throw pillow on the ground at his feet.

Shit! She looked at the floor that was in desperate need of a broom and a mop. The dinner dishes were still soaking and she was damn tired. Screw it, she turned her back on him and began to sweep the floor.

He chuckled. “Oh, we’re going to do this the hard way? I see.”

Her stomach clenched and she readied for the inevitable swat on the ass. Fine. Whatever. She had shit to do and wasn’t in the mood for romance.

He ripped the broom from her hand and tossed her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry.

“Hey, put me down. This isn’t funny.” She beat on his back.

He gave her five resounding swats on her ass. “No, it isn’t funny. You disobeyed a direct order. We aren’t having that.”

Tears sprang to her eyes as her ass lit on fire. He wasn’t playing around. If she hadn’t been so up in her own head, she would have gauged his mood better. Work and the daily grind had her so stressed out she couldn’t even sleep these days.

“I’m sorry, Master. I just have too much to do to scene right now,” she managed to spit out in a placating tone.

“I had intended to ask you how I could help, but you didn’t want the easy way. Your defiance showed me that.” He tossed her, belly first, onto the bed then held her in place with one hand while he reached into the toy cabinet for a bundle of rope.

His manhandling had the usual effect, but at the moment the wetness between her legs only pissed her off. He knew exactly how to send her body zinging, but her mind was on overload. The stress she’d endured the last few weeks had her emotional walls built tall and strong.

While he was distracted by his search, she brought her knees up to scramble off the bed. In one smooth motion, he flattened her to the mattress and climbed up beside her. He grabbed her hands and slid his body over her thighs. In no time, he had her hands tied.

“Now behave or I’ll hog tie you.”

With a sigh, she lay still knowing she couldn’t possibly escape with him laying on her. She was only grateful he’d tied her hands above her instead of behind her back.

“Clearly, you need a heavy hand tonight.” He pulled a paddle from the shelf and without any preamble he began to strike her already red ass cheeks. “You need a lesson in enemy recognition.” His melodic voice was calm as he delivered blow after blow to her sore butt.

“We’re a team, you and I. Us against the world. You will not block me out. I’m here to help you whether it’s with chores or to let off some steam.”

Her ass fucking hurt and the tears started to flow. She cried as if her tear damn had burst and there was no way to stop it. The iceberg that she seemed to live in these days began to melt away. Days of frustration were washed away along with her emotional barriers.

Why had she taken it out on him? He wasn’t the problem.

“We’re stronger together sweetheart. I understand why you need your walls up at work. You’re in a rough spot right now. But here, between the two of us, there will be no walls. “Do you understand me?”

She sniffled and wiped her tears on the bed sheets. “Yes, Master.”

“Good.” He slid the paddle back into the toy cabinet. He took her by the arm and helped her stand. “Stay here,” he ordered.

She obeyed, without a single thought of defiance.

He returned with a wet washrag. He washed her face and kissed her forehead. “Take your spot and kneel toward the kitchen.”

In the great room, she took her place on the pillow he’d tossed on the floor. Instead of facing his chair, as usual, she turned slightly so she could see all the things that only moments ago had seemed so terribly important.

“Good girl,” he praised her as he walked into the kitchen and retrieved the broom. “You’re going to stay there and watch.”

Her stomach dropped. Her Master never swept. It wasn’t that he was lazy or anything. He simply did other things, things she couldn’t do or hated to do.

“You don’t need to sweep. I can do that later.” At the moment, she didn’t care if the floor ever got cleaned. The heat from her ass had migrated to her pussy and she needed attention.

“I’m capable of helping with the cleaning, my angel.” He ignored her protests and continued to sweep.

Tears began to flow again. “I know.”

He bent down and scooped the pile into the dust pan and threw it away. “If you need help, ask.”

She bowed her head. She’d never doubted that he’d help, she just hadn’t considered asking him. “Yes, Master.”

He walked to the couch and spun her around to face him. Her eyes grew wide when she noticed he still had the broom. This wasn’t going to bode well for her.

Her Master took the broom in both hands and broke it over his knee. He tossed the bristle end toward the garage and slid the remaining portion between the crook of her arms. The position forced her to arch her back and thrust her breasts forward.

His casual display of strength set her heart pounding.

“What else do you need to do tonight?” he asked, running his finger along her jaw.

“Serve my Master.”

He smiled down at her. “Good answer, my angel, but you know that’s not what I meant.”

“I don’t want to think about chores right now,” she complained.

“And that is the best answer.” He kissed her soundly. He put his hands on her shoulders to steady her. “Stand up. We’re headed to the playroom.”

Terrible, yet wonderful, things happened in his private dungeon. Her legs felt shaky as he led her down the hallway. As soon as she entered the room she knew he had a plan. Ropes dangled from a pulley attached to the ceiling. He placed her underneath them. “Kneel here.”

He took a set of cuffs from the closet and attached them to her ankles. The familiar warmth did little to calm her runaway heart. She heard the turn of the pulley and felt tugging along the broom handle and at her feet. Oh God!

“Now I know you won’t be going anywhere.” He caressed the curve of her breast. “I do love what this position does to your tits. I believe some jewelry is in order.”

She hoped he chose a pair of nooses. Of the choices they owned, they were definitely the most comfortable. As soon as she heard the jangle of chains, she knew she was screwed.

“Since you want the hard way tonight, we’ll go with clover clamps.” He bent down and rolled her nipples. He pulled and tugged until she moaned. Her eyes closed and she willed herself to relax as he set the clamps. The bite of the clover edge dug into her tender flesh and she took several deep breaths as her body adjusted to the discomfort.

He went to the closet, grabbed the Hitachi stand and placed it between her legs. “This isn’t what I had envisioned for tonight, but I’m willing to adapt to your needs, my angel. We’re going to play a little game.”

Considering her position and the toys he’d brought out, she knew the game was likely to entail forced orgasms. While one orgasm was great and even two was good, more than that and it turned into it’s own form of torture. She began to wish she hadn’t ignored his first command.

“Am I going to like this game, Master?” she asked, cautiously.

“Probably not.” He chuckled. “You’re going to suck me off while the Hitachi sits on your clit. Each time you come, I’m going to tighten the clamps so keep that in mind.”

She knew better than to argue. He wouldn’t change his mind and he’d likely make it even harder on her.

He pulled his shirt over his head then toed off his shoes, removed his socks and dropped his pants. “Are you comfortable, my love?”

She chuckled. “No.”

“I’m so glad.”

She groaned. His casual acceptance of his sadistic streak hit her straight in the pussy.  He was going to kill her. She was already primed and in desperate need of release, but knowing he planned to tighten the clamps added a layer of anxiety – which, honestly, fueled her desire even further.

He fisted her hair and directed her mouth to his cock as he used the foot peddle to activate the vibrator. Each time he pulled her forward the chain between the clamps swung sending fire directly to her clit.

Devil device. That was her nickname for the damn Hitachi. It was surely created by Satan himself. She focused on her Master’s cock, determined to drive him to distraction as fast as humanly possible. But try as she might to keep her mind off her own spiraling need, her body refused to shut it out.

Seconds turned to minutes and her muscles tensed as the explosion grew imminent. The ropes and pulley were the only thing keeping her from losing her balance as the orgasm hit her like a tidal wave.

Her release was heavenly, but as the haze of bliss began to clear, the vibration on her clit was way too strong. She tried to wiggle away, yet it was impossible. Her range of movement was confined by the broken broom handle and ropes.

“Focus, angel,” he said, sternly. “I want your sensitive clit to be tortured. Feel how hard I am? That’s all you, baby girl. Knowing you’ll be especially tender tomorrow feeds my desire.”

Damn him. He knew exactly what to say to send her back into the zone.

“It’s building again, isn’t it?” He chuckled, arrogantly. “Looks like it’s time to tighten these clamps.”

She’d had a fleeting hope that he’d forget. She should have known better. When it came to scening with her, he never forgot a single thing.

She heard the foot peddle click ratcheting the vibrator to the next level as he turned the dial on first one clamp and then the other. The excruciating bite took her breath away and took her that much closer to her next orgasm. No way. She was going to make him come first.

Swirling her tongue around the head of his cock and sucking hard she elicited a moan from him and her ego soared. She loved stealing a bit of his control. Knowing that she could bring him such pleasure was a point of pride for her. He certainly knew exactly what she needed.

“Oh, you little minx. I see you enjoy testing my staying power.” He sounded like he was speaking between clenched jaws.

Even as hope rose, so did her excitement. Her back muscles were straining which served to remind her she was bound. Her ass had turned into a powerful heat that fed her ever growing need. Her nipples throbbed in time to the rhythm he set and her clit was on a collision course with disaster. She wanted to come, but she knew how intense the sensations would become afterward and since she couldn’t avoid them a feeling of dread formed somewhere near her G spot.

She was going to lose the battle. She was already so close there was no way to avoid it. A trickle of fear skirted down her spine. Oh, God, he’ll tighten the clamps even further. She glanced down and saw her normally pink nipples a dark red and fully engorged. The sight forced her into another orgasm. She screamed around his cock and tried to rock her hips only to find her movements were no longer her own. She was completely at his mercy. Her waning release was suddenly kicked back into high gear as another orgasm tore through her.

From somewhere far away, she heard her Master groan and a sense of satisfaction settled over her as jets of cum shot into her mouth. She gagged slightly as she struggled to swallow his gift.

As awareness began to push through the clouds, she realized he’d kicked the Hitachi away from her pussy and pulled the broom handle from the crook of her arms. The only thing holding her up was the taut ropes at her wrists and ankles.

“I think I’m going to keep your hands restrained while I remove the clamps, my sweet angel. I wouldn’t want you to take my head off.”

The bastard was laughing at her situation proving once again he had a sadistic streak a mile wide.

He removed the first one and blood came rushing back into the tortured peak sending tears to her eyes.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

He chuckled. “Settle down, angel. You know that potty mouth of yours gets me hard. You can’t take another session right now.” He massaged her aching nipple as removed the remaining clamp. Before she could let go with another string of obscenities, he settled his mouth over the battered peak and eased the discomfort to a manageable level. In no time at all he had her untied and cradled in his arms.

“You never cease to amaze me, baby girl,” he told her as he carried her back to their bed.

She was so exhausted she was asleep by the time her head hit the pillow.

As the alarm blared, she noticed the sunshine filling the room. She glanced at the clock and realized she’d slept through the night for the first time in weeks. She gave her Master a kiss on the cheek. Damn, she loved that man.

She walked into the kitchen to make coffee and was stunned to find the dishes washed and put away. She flicked the coffee pot on and headed back to the bedroom. Though she knew it was too much to hope for, she cracked open the door to the laundry and took a quick look inside. Tears sprang to her eyes as she saw the bins empty. He’d stay up and taken care of all of her chores.

She ran to the bedroom and jumped onto the bed. She climbed on top of him and showered him with kisses. “What did I do to deserve you, Master? You’re the most wonderful man in the world.”

“Me? I thought I was a mean, old Dom who took sadistic pleasure in torturing his subbie.”

She loved hearing his arrogant amusement in the tone of voice. “Well, yeah,” she teased, “but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

 

Short Leash

“You’ve had a rough time, my pet. I’ve given you a long leash thinking that was what you needed, but I think I was wrong. A light touch didn’t work. We’re both floundering and it’s time for it to stop.”

She was kneeling at his feet gazing up at him, but the dishes in the sink and laundry in the wash called to her and made it hard to focus on him.

“I’m so stressed all the time. There isn’t enough hours in the day. Once this job mess gets settled, it will be better.”

“No, angel. Life doesn’t work that way. Once you climb one hurtle you find there’s always another waiting in the wings. We have to focus on us. Together those hurtles won’t seem so large or so important.”

She heard what he was saying and it sounded good, but she felt like she was drowning. Work sucked, seriously sucked and she couldn’t stop thinking about the politics and backstabbing crap going on there. It seemed impossible to push it out of her mind. Tears were perpetually a blink away. She was struggling just to keep her emotions in check. Now her Master found her lacking as well.

“I’m trying,” she whispers.

“I know you are, my love. You did nothing wrong. I made the mistake. I misread the situation. When you needed a firm hand the most, I gave you the opposite.”

“No, it’s not your fault I’m stressed. I can’t focus, Master,” she felt desperate that he understand. He couldn’t make demands on her. She already had more than she could handle.

“We’re going to fix that.”

He sounded so confident. So sure of himself. She wished she could feel that way again.

“Undress for me,” he orders.

The air rushes from her lungs. She couldn’t. She had too much to do. “I have to do the dishes.”

“No,” he said so sternly that she jumped. “You will follow my instructions or you will safeword.”

Needing to do the dishes or move the laundry wasn’t a good enough reason to safeword. She sighed. “I’m cold.” She’d take another tactic and delay.

“That’s a shame. Undress for me.”

Her pussy clenched. He wasn’t giving her any wiggle room. She pulled off her shirt and waited to see if that would appease him. After a few moments of staring into his strong, steady gaze, she stood and removed her shoes, socks and pants. Surely that would be enough. She really didn’t have time to get all hot and bothered right now. She had crap to do. She always had crap to do these days.

She went back down on her knees and placed her hands behind her back.

“I’m waiting.”

Her shoulders slumped. This wasn’t going the way she wanted. “Master…”

She waited a few moments, but he said no more. She was going to have to obey him. Reluctantly, she stood and removed the rest of her clothes. She noticed her pussy was wet and it annoyed her. She wasn’t in the mood for this.

“You kept me waiting, angel. We can’t have that. You need help getting into a submissive mindset.”

Crap. She knew that tone and knew better than to argue. It would just get her deeper into trouble. Tears threatened to pour down her cheeks. She was so frazzled. She just couldn’t take much more.

“You’re going to stand in the corner and you’re going to hold these two quarters,” he showed her the coins in his hand, “against the wall using your nipples.”

Stand in the corner? A tear escapes. She couldn’t. It was too much. Her emotions were over the top already. Before she could formulate a response, his big hand circled her arm and pulled her to her feet.

“Master…”

He dismisses her plea and leads her to the corner. She didn’t want to do this. A shiver ran through her as she tried to find a way out.

He stood to the side and held the two coins against the wall several inches below her breasts.

“They’re too low,” she grumbled.

“Bend your knees,” he explained calmly.

“What?” He couldn’t be serious. But one look at his face left no doubt to just how serious he was. Fuck!

She bent her knees and leaned forward toward the wall. Her Master took her breasts in hand, one at a time, and placed them on the coins. She had to tip her head and arch her back. It was a difficult position. Within a few moments her thighs felt the strain. “I can’t do this.”

“Of course you can. You already are. You’re stronger than you think.”

I’m strong? She hadn’t felt strong since she’d taken her damn job. She’d felt inadequate for months now.

“You’re not being punished my darling angel. I’m just helping you find yourself again. You’re intelligent and capable of anything you set your mind to. Because you’re confident of your abilities, you’re willing to submit to me.”

Tears rushed down her face cooling slightly before they splashed on her breasts and knees. She couldn’t move, the quarters would fall. She ached all over from the demanding position, but she realized she wanted to be there. She wanted to prove she could do it. She focused on his voice and pushed the discomfort from her mind.

“You’re submission makes us both stronger. I feel ten feet tall knowing that such confident woman, one who knows her worth, is willing to bend to my dominance.”

He ran his hand down her back then slapped her ass cheek. “Your skin shimmers. It’s so beautiful. Seeing you like this with your breasts jutting out and your ass curved and firm, makes me hot. I want to take you hard. To pound into that firm ass and bring us both a lot of pleasure, but it’s too soon. I’ve been taking the easy way out for months now.”

She heard the regret in his voice and she longed to make it better.

“It was my fault, but you’re the one who is going to pay the price. It’s unfair, but it’s the way our dynamic works. I know you hate standing in the corner. It’s why I chose it. I need to shake things up. Holding the quarters with your nipples gives you something to focus on besides cutting my dick off-which I’m pretty sure was your first thought.”

She giggled. You know me so well. The tears began to abate.

“I made it harder on you by lowering the coins and making you work for it. I like knowing you’ll take the pain, the humiliation simply because I want you to. That knowledge makes me hard enough to pound nails.”

He was killing her. She groaned or maybe it was a moan. She wasn’t sure anymore.

She saw something out of her peripheral vision. It was purple and she recognized it immediately. Oh fuck, no. She couldn’t take more.

“About now, you’re realizing why I wanted your knees bent. One more proof, you’re quick thinking and fucking amazing. It’s hard to stay one move ahead of you. I’m only able to do it because I have a sadistic streak and you don’t.” He chuckled.

“What you have is a need to submit to me. You know I love you more than life itself and I want to help you remember just how tough you really are.”

She couldn’t talk. She couldn’t formulate words. Everything hurt and he was going to shove that plug up her ass unless she safeworded. Dammit. Maybe she could take it for a minute.

“That’s why I’m taking it a step further.”

Further? What did that mean?

A scent she’d never smelled before wafted around them as he placed the blunt end of the plug against her opening. He maintained steady pressure until it was firmly in place. Within a moment or two her ass was on fire.

“Oh my, God. It hurts. It’s hot. I can’t… Take it out.”

He put his hand on around the nape of her neck. “Settle down, subbie.”

His tone was rough and it surprised her. She automatically stopped moving.

“You can take it. I know you can. It’s just a little ginger lube. Breathe for me.” He leaned down and scraped his beard across the taut breast. “Relax your butt muscles and the pain will lessen.”

Panic subsided as his voice flowed over her. He reached around in front and swirled her clit.

Oh my, God. Oh my, God. Oh my, God. She had no idea she was so close to coming. Her entire pussy throbbed and she was wetter than she ever remembered.

“That’s my girl. You’ve taken everything I’ve demanded of you, just like I knew you would. You’re stronger than you know and I’m done having you think otherwise. My subbie is amazing and she knows it. Don’t you?”

“Yes, Master,” her voice was strained, but she did feel stronger.

He picked her up and carried her to their bed. He tossed the pillows onto the chest of drawers and stripped. As he towered over her, he wrapped her hand around his cock. “See what you do to me?”

“This is all you, angel.” He climbed onto the bed, slid between her legs and gently pushed into her.

Her pussy was stretched to capacity. Her ass was tender from the ginger lube he’d coated over the purple plug, but the fire had calmed to a warm burn. His first stroke zinged her clit straight into overdrive. Holy fuck.

“I want to hear you, angel,” he instructed as he pinched her nipple. HARD.

She screamed and began to buck her hips as she flew into an orgasm. He pounded into her pussy lengthening her incredible release.

“Oh my beautiful, subbie, that was too easy.” He flipped her over and took her from behind. “I want another one, but this time you’re going to have to work for it.”

Hadn’t she? Her brain had turned to mush and she went along with his demands as if on autopilot. Part of her was still floating high above the clouds unwilling to come back to earth.

As her Master slammed into her again, she pressed her chest into the mattress.

“No, angel, I want full access.” He pulled her upward. Holding her with his left hand, he swatted her clit with his right. “You’re going to take more. And you’re going to take pain. In fact, you’re going to come from it. And tomorrow at work you’ll be thinking about tonight. As you tender ass causes you to squirm in your seat, you’ll remember the lube and how burned. How it sizzled your blood and made you hot. Made your clit hard and needy.”

He pinched her nipple until fire shot straight to her core. Her hips reflexively pumped against him.

“Tomorrow, as your abused nipples rub against your bra, you’ll remember how your mean, old Master made you come. Not once, but twice.”

She knew he spoke the truth. She would ache tomorrow and the knowledge spiked her need even higher. He continued to swat her pussy. It hurt, so fucking good.

“Come for me, angel.”

Swat after swat just kept taking her closer. Her nipples were tender and strained for more. Tighter and tighter. All she could think about was the demands he was placing on her body. She throbbed. She ached. She needed. Dear God, she needed.

He flicked her nipple. The sensation was shocking and painful. And just what she needed to send her into the orgasm of her life. She screamed and rode his cock as the world splintered around her.

In a daze, she felt her Master jerk and spasm inside her. Knowing she’d brought him the same pleasure that he’d given her, she let go completely.

The world slowly began to take shape again. She lay on her side with her Master curled around her.

“You’re my life, angel. Together we can work through anything. We need to stay a team. You and me against whatever life throws at us.”

She had no idea how long he’d been talking to her, but she knew deep in her bones that he meant every single word he was saying. It wasn’t her against the world. She had a partner, one that would never leave her side and together they would get through it all.

Escapism is my friend

I’m still feeling the loss of my pup. I tear up all the time. I can still see him sitting his rump on my couch – because he knew his feet weren’t allowed up there and I still find myself bending down to give him a treat or saying, “mommy loves her boys – be good,” as I head off to work. But there is only one boy now.

I knew I needed to lose myself in a new story, but I had to finish His to Own. I wanted the three stories previously published in the Master’s Touch series to be back on the market, before I started writing the fourth. It took a long time to reverse the changes the publisher had made, but I finally uploaded it to Amazon this afternoon. It is probably my favorite of that series so far and I enjoyed going back through it, but there’s nothing like creating a new story.

The characters will share their story in bits and pieces. I’ll wake up in the middle of the night and finally understand why this person did this or said that. It’s so cool when all the pieces finally fit together. It can’t fill the void of losing my pup, but it can help me escape for a while.

In the couple of hours I’ve been working on it, I’m at a little over two thousand words. I have a long journey ahead, with twists and turns and I’m sure the characters will throw me a curve of their own before it’s completed, but it feels good to be excited about something.

If you haven’t visited the world of Master’s Touch, you can find it here. The third book, His to Own, should be available shortly.

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August 8th!

Sensory Limits Anthology

Yes or No by Ashe Barker

Be careful what you wish for… What’s your darkest fantasy? It can’t do any harm, can it? A bit of not-so-innocent private fun. No one need ever know…

Dark and Dirty Dreams—What’s your darkest fantasy?

Design your perfect BDSM scene, as sensual as you like, as intense as you can bear. We can bring it to life for you.

There’s no harm in just filing in the form, is there? It’s only a bit of harmless escapism, a sexy fantasy. The advert is tempting, though.

A strictly vicarious lover of the BDSM lifestyle, Martha never really means to hit send. A couple of forays into spanking and a spot of lacklustre bondage haven’t quite managed to ignite her curiosity about the dark art of submission, but they haven’t entirely extinguished it, either. It’s there, gnawing away at the back of her mind, a dream of what could be, if only…

Martha craves sensation. She yearns for intensity, for a touch to make her skin tingle and her nerve-endings sizzle, a caress to make her scream and demand her surrender. And that’s the problem. She’s a cautious soul and no pain slut. She’s not about to hand herself over to some ham-fisted Dom and trust to luck again.

So when she learns she is one of the winners who are to be offered the chance to play out the scene from her kinky imaginings to the letter, she can’t believe her luck. The only condition? The organisers reserve the right to select the Dom, one skilled in the specifics of Martha’s personal fantasy and the scene must be played out in public.

Yes or No?

Cruise Control by Elizabeth Coldwell

If she does everything he demands, this will be a vacation to remember.

Lily Jameson has always hated the idea of going on a cruise. As far as she’s concerned, they’re something you do when you’ve retired. So when her husband Daniel surprises her with tickets for a cruise down the River Seine, she isn’t impressed. What she doesn’t realize is that he’s planned the trip as an opportunity for them to act out their Dom/sub relationship in a semi-public setting, and he’s going to control every aspect of the trip, from the clothes she packs to their activities onboard ship.

As the three-day holiday progresses, Daniel’s BDSM sessions grow ever more inventive. With the help of improvised toys, he engages her in sensation play and introduces her to sex in the open air. What he has in mind for the final night of the holiday will test her to her limits, but can he open her eyes to the hidden pleasures of cruising?

Reader Advisory: This book contains public nudity and anal play.

Just You & Me by Wendi Zwaduk

What’s a girl to do when she’s not ready to leave the single life but the right man has come along with a collar?

Ryder Lucas didn’t come to Exposed, looking for a sub. He joined his best friend’s club to demonstrate fetishes and enjoy the single life. Then he sees Cat and uses her for a scene. She’s everything he’s ever wanted in a sub and a woman. He won’t rest until the blonde bombshell is his.

Catharina ‘Cat’ McLean doesn’t want a permanent Master. She’s happy taking part in the occasional scene but won’t be collared. She’d rather be in control of her life. When Ryder asks her to be a part of a scene with him, she sees no reason to refuse. He’s tall, dark, handsome and she can’t resist him. He knows how to play with her fetishes—wax, ice and bondage—but is she willing to submit to him on a full-time basis?

Who knew finding a heart’s desire would be this all-consuming?

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of ice play, wax play, pain play.

His Lucky Day by Tori Carson

KT thought a quick romp in the forest with Stephen would vanquish him from her dreams, instead, their untamed passion ignites a fire neither can control.

Stephen was instantly attracted to the exotic KT Riley. Though she makes her desire for him clear, Stephen considers her forbidden fruit. His sexual passions aren’t for the faint of heart so he refuses to mix business with pleasure. When they become stranded together in the forest, the chemistry between them is more than he can resist.

KT is a woman on a mission. Seduce the handsome game warden who has been destroying her concentration and get him out of her system once and for all. Her plan was foolproof except for two small miscalculations. The man isn’t the forgettable type and the sex goes beyond physical gratification.  It’s all consuming—a craving from which she’ll never break free.

Bound to Happen by Zoë Mullins

Jaymie knows better than to date her best friend’s brother, but there is no way she can keep the sexy Dom in the ‘friend-zone’.

You don’t date your best friend’s brother. At least not without prior permission from said friend.

Jaymie left Port Ellis for the big city, but she remained a townie at heart. Pinching pennies and clipping coupons, she and her best friend Melissa have enough cash to move home and open The Mudhouse Café. But where there is Mel, there is her sexy, older brother Maxwell who Jaymie has been crushing on since high school.

When Jaymie discovers Maxwell is Master M, the online Dom she’s been chatting with for months, her first thought is ‘yippee’ then reality hits. She can’t risk her friendship with Mel just to date Maxwell. She should keep him in the friend-zone but she is destined to be in his bed and under his kinky control.

Maxwell’s divorce offers him a new beginning in his hometown and the freedom to explore what it means to be a Dom. He never guessed his online submissive, Jay, was his little sister’s best friend. She is almost like family and she should be off limits. But he’s done denying what he wants, and what he wants right now is Jaymie in his bed, preferably tied to each corner.

It may have taken them years to get to this point, but it was always bound to happen.

Reader Advisory: This book contains anal play.

Black Ice by Fara Allegro

Jaye Ripley gets more than free tickets on daretospankme.com. Jack Blackhurst banters hard and talks dirty. Is she ready for harsh treatment?

Jaye Ripley’s lurked on daretospankme.com for longer than she’s ready to admit. With a straight-laced upbringing and an ex-partner disaster in her past, this principled college tutor has hidden yearnings for domination.

When she encounters the offer of free concert tickets online from BlackRunSkiFreakDom, she clicks reply on impulse. That night, their intense banter holds Jaye captive. Dark, handsome Jack Blackhurst inspires new, exhilarating urges in her and not just because of his smoldering looks. She agrees to go to his place, even though she’s crossing boundary lines, but his magnetism is more debilitating than super-strength absinthe.

Jack is not the boring back doctor most would imagine from his Harley Street Chiropractor profession. He’s a high-flying consultant to an elite VIP clientele. Yet his kink preferences are as confidentially guarded as his client list—as is the secret naughty nook in his renovated attic.

This Doctor Dom has Jaye in raptures. There are sensations from feathers to ice and candle-play. In his kink-furbed playroom, Jaye feels like she’s finally reached her fantasy pleasure peak. Who knew a Doctor Dom could be this freeing?

But in the morning Jaye receives the cold-shoulder treatment. She’s shoved into a cab like a seedy secret with threats of repercussions from kissing and telling. She’s irritated as hell when her mind returns to that stellar night. But a run-in with black ice might mean Jaye hasn’t seen the back of Jack quite yet!

Reader Advisory: This book contains candle play.

General Release Date: 19th September 2017

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Sam hunts a black widow. Will he untangle the web of lies and deceit or will he be her next victim?

Two men, in the prime of their lives, are now dead. The only link is the beautiful, but deadly, Eliza James. Sam Rivers must follow the cold trail of a murderer. His instincts lead him away from the rich widow, though why he couldn’t say. All the evidence points to her guilt. Is he falling into her trap as his fellow agents warned? To unravel the secrets from years gone by, Sam must listen to a voice long dead—one that challenges his view of the mysterious and sexy widow.

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Having Fun

Stress can suck the very life out of you if you let it. One of my best coping mechanisms for dealing with life’s trials is writing. When the real world gets too intense, I’ll slip into a world where I have control over…everything. It’s very addictive. I’ve published 11 books so far.

My latest series, Bound for Justice, is dark. Dealing with the loss of a friend and two siblings struggling with cancer, has sent me into a tumultuous place. It isn’t the happy fuck-fest of my previous two series, Desired Discipline and Master’s Touch. Bound for Justice is primarily a criminal suspense story, although you wouldn’t know that from the snippet I’m sharing today 🙂

I’m definitely having fun exploring some of the darker recesses of my psyche. Take a peek!

A teaser from Against the Grain, the third in the Bound for Justice series. (work in progress- not edited)

Taking her nipple between two fingers he pulled and squeezed until his knee, positioned between her legs, was wet from her juices.
“This tender little peak is jealous. It wants to be in my mouth too, doesn’t it? It wants to feel the pressure of my teeth biting into its sensitive skin. It wants the pain.” He looked into Eliza’s eyes. “Pain that’s just a little more than erotic. Pain that hurts until you’re not sure you can take it, but you don’t want it to stop either. You need that don’t you, Eliza?”
“Oh God, yes.”
That was all he needed to hear. He drew her tender peak into his mouth and slowly bit down. He watched her face and knew exactly when the hurt became real, when her body sent the shot of adrenaline coursing through her. He held still allowing her to live in the moment. Tears formed in her eyes, but her expression grew soft. He gave her a few more seconds of bliss before he released her. Once the pressure was gone, the blood would rush back to the surface and the pain would spike. To redirect her attention, he shifted his knee out of the way and swatted her pussy at the same time that he released her nipple.
Her scream was music to his ears. He swatted her again and again until she was writhing. He thrust two fingers into her tight pussy and reveled in the spasms of her orgasm. He wanted to be inside her so badly, he shook with need, but he reveled in that too. He felt alive. Screams from Eliza sent him into Dom space faster than anything he’d ever known.

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Family Times

Yesterday, the family drove the 160 miles to a ‘local’ Renaissance Faire. It’s a tradition. For the last ten years or so, we all dress in costume and attend the opening weekend. At times, we’ve added friends and extended family. We have closets full of costumes and can easily dress a small army of revelers.

Toward the end of the day, my kids took off and it was just my husband and I. We’d already enjoyed the shows and shops, but we’d never been there alone. It was a decadence we couldn’t pass up.

Although I like sharing the experience with a large group, it was so nice to just do what we wanted. We didn’t have to worry about leaving anyone behind or addressing everyone’s wants or desires. Slowly, we’re adjusting to being DINKS (dual income no kids) again.

We only experienced six short years of DINKness when we began our marriage. Having never had children, we didn’t fully appreciate the time we had alone. Now that we’ve been given the chance again, we’re taking full advantage of it.

That’s not to say we’ll break the tradition and go solo. We wouldn’t trade our family time to anything, but it’s oh so nice when we can enjoy the experience both ways.

It seems popular right now in romance novels to have the couple expecting a child by the end of the book. Although I’ve followed that trend a time or two, I only do it when the couple hunger for a sense of family. If their baggage (and we all have it) doesn’t involve some sort of family heartache, I prefer to end the story with the couple starting their life together.

What are your thoughts? Do you believe new couples should spend sometime building a strong relationship before they bring children into the mix?20160207_105119-1