An excerpt from Violated…

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This is an excerpt from my new book, Violated: A dark sci-fi romance, which just came out this weekend, and is available on Amazon and FREE on Kindle Unlimited. It’s from when Isla gets a medical exam from Adam, for WipItUp Wednesday:

Isla:
Like the first time he’d come, the doctor was chipper, and reassuringly three-dimensional, and now that he stood at the foot of my metal bed, I didn’t know how I’d possibly believed he was imaginary.
“Good morning, Isla. I hope you’re having a wonderful day. I’m sorry I couldn’t get back all week, there are so many women here.” A momentary flash of darkness crossed his features. I’d never really thought about how many women were here. “Anyway, I want to check on you every day and run some tests until we can identify why you’re not pregnant yet.”
My heart soared. The idea of spending more one-on-one time with the doctor was thrilling.
“First, I need to run blood tests. This is going to pinch. The guards say none of you can feel anything, but I’m never really sure. Studies have shown that’s not always the case with people who can’t respond to pain. So I deeply apologize if this hurts, but I need a good sample so I can run tests on a wider range of things than what the machines usually check for.” He stepped toward me with a needle. I wanted to back away, but I couldn’t. Staring at the metal tip in morbid fascination, I watched him press the thin point against my arm. The skin flexed into a little dimple, then the needle pierced it with a sharp bump, and a moment later, the syringe was filling with
blood. Once it was full, he unsnapped it from the needle, and filled a second, then third vial with the dark liquid I was full of.
Finally, he removed the needle and I stared at the place where it had been. He had been far gentler than the machines usually were, and despite the fact he’d taken much more of me to study, I felt less violated and far less sore than blood tests normally left me. His bedside manner was clearly excellent.
“I hope I didn’t hurt you.” He turned to put the vials of blood in a metal pan. My eyes overflowed once again. In my entire life, this was the first time anyone had put together those specific words and said them to me. It was the first time anyone had ever been so considerate. When he turned back, however, the tears were gone.
“Next, I need to look inside you. I’m going to have to shave your pussy to get the best view of everything that’s down there, because some of the other women have had odd irregularities.”
For the first time since I got there, I was ashamed. Something was wrong with me down there, and he was about to see whatever it was. Maybe I was one of the women with irregularities. There was a loud swooshing sound, then something cold and foamy was massaged all over my pussy. His hands were incredible, and his fingers seemed to move with a firm precision that made me feel like I was safe. He knew what he was doing, as he expertly caressed my pussy lips and swiped the foam all the way back to my rear hole, then turned to the side and wiped his hands on a towel.
He took up a scalpel, and I remembered the first time I saw him. He’d walked into the room holding one. The blade was so small and thin, yet it looked designed for perfect precision. The doctor pressed something on the bed, and my legs began to part.
My heart caught in my throat as he pressed the blade against my bikini line. I was suddenly very afraid that he might decide I was in a good state for him to do some exploratory surgery. Then I remembered what he’d said about the needle. He’d apologized for hurting me. It didn’t make sense that he’d apologize for a teensy needle then plunge a scalpel into my vajayjay. I tried to breathe. The cold metal moved across the surface of my skin in short, purposeful strokes. Where it had traveled, my pubic hairs tugged then air moved against my skin. He bared me, just as he’d said he would.
Every so often, the doctor would push or pull against my outer pussy lips, and the gentle attention was divine. He occasionally turned to rinse foam from the scalpel, before returning his attention to my sex. I was almost positive that this shouldn’t be making me feel tingly, and that it was wrong to hunger for him to touch me more deeply, but all the same, I ached and yearned to be filled by him.
Immobile, I sank into a peaceful reverie as he gradually worked his way either side of my opening, before scraping the side of the scalpel blade against the skin surrounding my ass. The blade’s thin surface was the most sensual thing that had ever stroked my body. By now, my clit throbbed for attention and I wished I could ask him to make me come.
He finished by pressing a hot, damp towel across my pussy and ass, and applying firm pressure. I wanted to melt into a puddle of goo around his hands, so he might lick me up. Then I would never have to watch him leave again.
When it was over, he removed the towel and shined a light into my opening. After a moment, he frowned, then picked up something that looked like a metal duck’s bill.
“I’m going to open you up a little more with this speculum,” he said, looking uncertain once more. “Sorry, but you’re very tight.”
I wondered if tightness was another personal failing, like being an orphan. Then, pressure made me try to gasp, as he inserted the duck’s bill into my vagina. I’d experienced plenty of these before, but they never seemed to get any easier. For the next few minutes, he was busy looking inside me, and occasionally inserting things into me, or pressing things, while the too-stretched feeling continued to make me try to cross my eyes. Eventually, he removed the speculum and stood upright.
“I can’t see any problems. Sometimes, these things just take time. I don’t think this environment is helping you. I’ll think on how I can improve it for you, since I doubt the guards would allow me to do most of the things that would normally work. However, I can’t completely rule out a medical problem yet. I’ll return tomorrow once I have the results of your blood test. In the meantime, try to get some rest.” He winked at me, and I laughed inwardly at his joke. All I ever did was rest. Even now, I was exhausted from my short time awake. It felt strange to meet someone who was slightly aware of how this situation would affect me, even if he didn’t know I heard him. All the men I’d met so far in life thought ‘perspective taking’ meant forcing everyone else to see things their way.
As he left, sorrow stabbed deeply within my heart. I wanted him to stay, but there was nothing I could say or do. Sleep dragged my eyelids lower, then I dreamed once more.

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An Unexpected Nanny by Constance Masters

This is an exciting one… I have Constance Masters on my blog with her latest release, An Unexpected Nanny!

Summing up this book in one sentence:

Sometimes you have to make hard choices for the greater good. What if it all went wrong?

Take a look at this cover!

Here’s the blurb:

Vi:

My childhood wasn’t the best. Luckily for me, my grandmother came to my rescue. She helped me through the hardest decision I’d ever made. Suddenly, that decision may be in jeopardy. I made a phone call to connect with a person affected by my decision, and an opportunity fell in my lap. One, that could put to rest my concerns, and offer endless possibilities. Who knew it would turn into something I thought would never happen to me?

Curtis:

I lost my wife to cancer and am struggling to raise my daughter alone. I’m a doctor and my schedule is hectic at best, I need a nanny that can make a connection with my daughter and care for her. I’ve fired a few nannies already, they were unable to put my daughter or myself at ease. I’m hoping the woman I’m going to interview will be our solution. Who knew we would connect with a spark of something more?

Publisher’s Note: This adult romance contains elements of domestic discipline and sensual scenes. If these offend you, please do not purchase.

And here’s an extremely steamy excerpt:

“You’re so wet,” he ground out as his fingers explored her intimate folds.

There was no turning back now, this was happening. “Uh huh,” she said breathily, wishing they were both wearing less clothes. He must have read her mind because her t-shirt was whipped off and her bra soon followed. “You, now.” She tugged on his shirt, but it was wedged between them.

“Wait,” he said, stopping to kiss her before he jumped up to rectify the situation.

Within seconds, Curtis had dispensed of his clothes and returned to take care of the only barrier that was left between them. She went to slide them off and he tapped the back of her hand.

“Let me,” he said. He suckled one nipple and then the other, his lips and stubble grazing her soft skin as he moved south.

She grabbed a handful of his hair, trying to push him where she needed him to be, to make him move faster, but Curtis seemed intent on taking his time.

“Patience,” he ground out. His teeth tugged at her panties, moving them far enough down to expose her shaved mound.

“Yes, Curtis,” she whimpered as he buried his face between her soft thighs as far as he could reach with the offending garment in the way. In one swift movement, his hands were beneath her yanking at them until they were far enough down to slip off her legs.

“Now, we’re getting somewhere,” he said with a chuckle.

His tongue licked and swirled and her heart sang—or maybe that was her voice—oh God, it was her voice doing a high-pitched hum thing—then it happened, a feeling like nothing she’d ever felt before swept over her. It was like an explosion somewhere in her body—it was so intense that it almost hurt, but it felt better than anything she had ever felt before. She was scared to take a breath for fear the feeling would fade away. Sadly, it did, gradually petering out to a slow thump between

her legs. “Oh my, so that’s what it feels like,” she said out loud. She blinked, realizing the man who had made her orgasm for the first time ever was carefully watching her reaction.

“Was that the first time you ever—”

“Yes, that was the first time ever. Oh God, I really have to work on that,” she said. “Oh, I mean work on not saying everything I’m thinking. Although, I would really like to have that happen again.”

“Okay then,” he said with a chuckle. “Let’s get on that.”

About Constance:

Constance Masters is a wife, mother, grandmother, friend and author.
She writes romantic spanking fiction with the main emphasis on romance.

Constance has always been a sucker for reading romance and that reflects in her writing but she also likes to laugh. Her stories are full of love, laughter and family comedy. It’s a lot like her life.

You can get An Unexpected Nanny in all of these places!
Amazon: https://goo.gl/KTfuBw
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Violated is out now!

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I am sooooo excited about this! It’s here! It’s out! I’m so excited I could explode! Violated: A dark sci fi romance is out NOW!
You can get it on Amazon and it’s also on Kindle Unlimited! Buy now.
Here’s an excerpt that shows what it’s all about. Don’t forget to check out the previous excerpt I posted, and if you’re signed up for my newsletter, you should have received a link to an EXCLUSIVE even HOTTER excerpt, too!

Isla:

I hadn’t really had a plan when I tried to escape. As I knelt on the doctor’s bed, alone, with a plug in my ass, I decided that perhaps it had possibly been a little bit of a mistake. I didn’t know what else he was going to do to me, or if I would survive the rest of this punishment, but right now I was very scared. What had made it worse was the guard, sitting on a chair and watching. I’d been afraid that he would get involved. The guards were horrible. Every time the man tried to do anything, though, the doctor had stopped him. That scared me more. What darker plans did he have for me? It would have almost been easier to process this if he just outright fucked me then left me for the guard, but he didn’t, and I didn’t understand why.

I’d thought the doctor was approachable when I was in my hospital bed, but perhaps the medication made my brain really naïve or something, because now, it was becoming clear that he was just as bad as the rest of them. He’d whipped my rear with his belt and even several minutes later, it still radiated heat. The plug in my ass was nothing short of fucked up. It gnawed at my insides and stretched me sorely. Even his finger had been an enormous intrusion. Nothing had ever been inside my ass before today.

When he returned, I didn’t look up. There was no point. He would do what he wanted and I was powerless to change his mind. I wasn’t sure why I wasn’t dead right now. Actually, given some of the things that happened to dissidents in Telona, being dead might be a relief.

Everyone knew that the government had a special device that erased every aspect of a person’s brain and replaced it with a new personality. However, I’d heard very quietly whispered rumors that it only had a very low success rate, and the rest of the time, people were left as blank vegetables. When that happened, if a woman was of breeding age, she was then sent to a breeding center like this one. We didn’t really need to be able to think, here; in fact, it was a huge disadvantage if we could. I was living proof of that. For now.

Please don’t turn me into a vegetable, Lord Francis. I promise I’ll do better at accepting this life you gave me. In the middle of throwing out the quick plea, something occurred to me. It was so bad that I hardly dared think it. Lord Francis, the ruler of Telona, allegedly knew everything we said or did. Everyone said he was so powerful, he even heard our thoughts. But what if he didn’t? When had he ever done anything I’d asked? And I had done everything I was told. All my life, I’d been too afraid to even think about things because he might know. And then, if he knew my darkest thoughts, the ones I tried not to think, why hadn’t he sent someone to punish me?

What if people just did bad stuff all by themselves, pretending to act in his name? He might even be dead, for all I knew. I was just considering this when the doctor put his hand on my lower back and I startled. I’d forgotten he was in the room.

He reached between my bottom cheeks and grasped the base of the plug he’d stuffed me with, then pulled on it. Gradually, the hateful object came out, and I breathed a sigh of relief. It was short-lived, however.

“Now that we’re not being watched by the guard, I’m going to ensure you have a lesson you never forget. Next time you think about trying to escape, remember that this is the punishment you’ll want to get, because the next one will be worse,” the brute murmured in my ear. Any warmth I’d still felt toward him faded away, and I resented his words.

There was a scraping sound. Surprised, I dared to look around, and I saw him sliding a scalpel over a gnarly shaped thing. I had no idea what it was. A spicy, sort-of-fruity scent filled the air; I didn’t know what that was, either.

The scraping continued. I was sure that I didn’t want to find out what he planned to do to me, so I buried my face in a pillow and wished to return to my slumber for two more years.

It was pretty pathetic that sleeping my awful life away in its entirety looked like a good option about now. Why had I ever taken the IV out of my arm? I’d thought everything would be okay again if I had only been awake. For some reason I’d believed it would mean my life would finally begin. Was this all there was?

“This is ginger,” the doctor said. “It’s going inside your ass. When it does, it will burn like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. I want you to remember two things while your ass accepts this: One, I have a freezer in my medical office. Ginger freezes, and I don’t have to thaw it before I put it in your ass. Two, I also have a hot plate. I can make the ginger warm. Bear these in mind and think very long and hard about how you want to behave in the future.”

I wanted to say something about how I’d rather like to stick nasty things in his ass, to see how he liked it, but then he parted my cheeks and the ginger slid in. I squeaked with horror. I don’t know if it was because the earlier anal invasions had made my previously unused bottom sore and chafed, or if it was just the way ginger normally behaved, but the hateful, slick intrusion burned almost instantly. I gasped. It was like getting soap in my eyes. Vicious, orphanage soap. The sort that had made me hate bath times.

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Coming soon: Violated: A dark sci-fi romance (my next book)

How’ve you been? I’m in San Francisco for the coming week! So exciting to have internet with no restrictions instead of the crazy censorship of China! And to make this week even more exciting, I’ve got a new book coming out on Friday!!

Did you read the excerpt of The Last Doctor that I posted a few weeks ago? Well, The Last Rancher (book 1 in this dystopian sci-fi series) is getting a complete makeover to show what it’s about a bit more. It’s getting a new cover and title (Hunted: A dark western sci-fi romance). The second book had the working title The Last Doctor, but it’s actually going to be called Violated: A dark sci-fi romance.

Be warned, guys, Hunted is dark, but Violated (as the title implies) is even darker. And because I know some of you only love me for my historical Highlanders and cupcake-loving daddies, I’m going to bring all my dark stuff out with a different pen name: Aria Adams. This will make sure the scary, disturbing and downright delicious stuff doesn’t burn anyone by accident.

If dark stuff is not for you, maybe sit this one out, especially if The Last Rancher (which is being re-titled as Hunted) was out of your comfort zone. I won’t mind. I know the night isn’t for everyone. For some readers, this book has triggers coming out of its ears including forced breeding, forced surgery, hospitalization, creepy diseases and baby loss. There is medical play but also actual medical scenes. Oh, and the biggest trigger of all to some people: A downtrodden and broken heroine who is still a total fighter and who never gives in. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. 😉

Cover reveals for Hunted (book 1) and Violated (book 2) are coming soon…

An early preview of Violated

Missing my dystopian sci-fi western The Last Rancher (aka Hunted)? You need to meet Doctor Adam Weston. Here’s an early preview of Adam from the first time he punishes Isla, from The Last Doctor (book 2 in the Stolen Future series), which has just been sent to Stormy Night Publications for editing (update Feb 2018: The Last Doctor has been released as Violated and it’s so dark I’m using a new pen name–Aria Adams):

Adam:
Alone with Isla, but aware that I was still being observed, I turned to look at my new charge. She crouched on the floor looking up at me with wide, terrified eyes. Her white skin contrasted wonderfully with her brilliant orange hair, and I momentarily thought about what her bottom would look like. Milky-white, I imagined. If her face was anything to go by, her rear would redden easily when I spanked it. Good. That would make this charade much easier to convey without having to hurt her too much. I would only have a short while before anyone discovered she wasn’t pregnant, but I couldn’t let myself think about that until later. Somehow, I would find a way to get her out of here, and hopefully rescue myself at the same time.

“Isla?” When I spoke her name, her eyes, against all possibility, widened even more. I knew better, but I still worried that if she tipped her head forward, her eyeballs might fall out.

“Y-y-y…” she managed. My heart wrenched. She was so terrified. Everything about her screamed prey. Even in a normal dating situation, I would have reservations. I liked the darkness. It beckoned to me. And her body called out like a beacon of innocence, just waiting to be corrupted with every naughty thing lurking in my imagination.

I had to be careful. It was going to be almost impossible to walk the line between savior and kidnapper, hero and molester, and—did she have to bite her bottom lip like that?—and I only wanted to unfasten that flimsy, poorly-fitting hospital gown and part her beautiful legs, then run the tip of my cock around the opening to her tight, perfect pussy, until I dragged her down with me into the depths of depravity, until she called my name, until she unreservedly begged me to take her.

Being the good guy… that was a new one on me. It was going to be hard to resist all the things I wanted to do to her, whilst still commanding her enough to make the Brotherhood think I had tamed her; the two roles were so close, they almost touched. I sighed and tried to think of something unsexy.

And she still stared at me, teeth clamped on lower lip, probably wondering why I just looked at her with a ridiculous crooked smile on my face. I did my best to snap out of it.

“I’m not going to eat you,” I told her. “Come on, I have to punish you for trying to escape. That was at the top of the list of all the stupidest things you could have done today.”

“Would tomorrow have been a better choice?” she asked timidly. It was obvious how scared she was of asking, but something had compelled her to say it anyway. I tried my hardest not to laugh, but that made it build up worse, until I made a face like I was trying not to spit out an ice cube.

Ice cubes. I wished I’d asked the guard to bring me some. Her breasts would look delectable with the freshly-thawed droplets of water beading on the surface of her white skin. I grabbed her shoulder more roughly than I’d intended, and frogmarched her back to my room. The whole way there, I ran through my meager furnishings and lack of possessions, trying to decide what to use for her punishment.

It seemed wrong to punish her on behalf of the Brotherhood or the cuntfaced guards that she wanted to escape from. I understood exactly why she’d tried. But at the same time, in doing so, she’d put her life in danger, and that was a reason to punish her that I could get behind. I wanted her to survive this fucked-up place and get out. I needed her to. So, she had to avoid putting her life in danger like that again.

I opened the door of my room and pushed her inside, ahead of me.

“I’m going to punish your bottom outside and in, to ensure you never put your life at risk like that again,” I told her. Her face was turned toward me, and I caught her horrified expression. I hated having to make her fear me. It wasn’t fair. She was too soft.

I knew that if I didn’t, the Brotherhood would kill us both, now I’d involved myself. The bastards were probably watching the cameras right now, eating their farmed meat and laughing at her fear. If only the BSE outbreak in Novara had killed them all across the continent.

Hardening my heart, I pulled a tube of medical-grade lubricant out of the pocket of my labcoat—or was it a doctor’s coat, if I practiced medicine, now?—and twirled the small cap. I squeezed the metal tube along one finger, as though the lube were toothpaste. How would she react if this was toothpaste? The idea of her squirming on my bed with mint freshening her back passage was delicious, but I pushed it away. Wrong side of the line. I couldn’t go there while we were both prisoners at a forced breeding facility. As her doctor, my goal with this punishment was to keep her alive, not to fuck her brains out.

Instead, I parted her cheeks and touched the tip of my finger to her rosebud. She froze, holding her breath and not blinking. When I glanced at her face, her eyes were glassy and unfocussed. I had to get her out of here. I pushed my finger into her, and noticed her soft gasp as my finger penetrated her silky rear. More than anything I had ever touched, I loved the sensation of a woman’s bottom clamped around me. It was hard not to exchange my finger for my cock. I tried to drag my mind out of the gutter, but she was so pliant, so fuckable, so pure white, that it was impossible not to think about all the things her body screamed for.

Need more? It’s coming in February, and has more medical play than you can shake a thermometer at.

Mischief Under the Mistletoe is out NOW!

I hope you’re ready for the biggest Christmas spanking anthology of 2017, because it’s here! Not eleven, not twelve, not thirteen, but FOURTEEN authors got together to bring you this AMAZING anthology!

Here’s the blurb:

Mischief Under the Mistletoe: Fourteen fierce festive stories in one AMAZING anthology extravaganza, fresh from international and number one bestselling authors alongside hot new talent! Editor’s Note: These delightfully naughty Christmas spanking stories feature scorching romance and BDSM. Some involve age play, all involve spanking. There’s also a bit of LGBT+, some magic, and a drunken incident with a photocopier. If this isn’t your scene, it might be better to find a nice book about knitting lamp shades, instead.

My story is “His Christmas Baby” and it’s about Chloe, a traumatized young lady who is guided through an ageplay journey by her dom, Bradley. Here’s an excerpt:

“C’mon, little bunny, let’s go home and have some Christmas dinner.”

“Can’t we play out a little longer? Please?” Chloe begged.

“All right. But no more hide and seek.”

“That’s fine. TAG! You’re it!” She tapped his arm, shrieked with laughter, and tried to run away, but Bradley caught up with her easily.

“Tag,” he said, then swatted her bottom. She giggled and went after him. Every time she tagged him, he caught up with her and spanked her ass. It was the most fun she’d ever had playing tag. Tired out from all the running, she wasn’t surprised when he barreled into her and she landed face down on the soft ground.

He straddled her body, and swatted her bottom, hard. The sting went straight to her clit, awakening her body and making her nipples harden.

“Tag,” he murmured. “You’re it.”

She wiggled her bottom slightly, touching against his semi-hard cock, and replied, “Tag, you’re it.”

He landed another fiery spank on her ass and her clit throbbed as it tingled with desire.

“Tag,” he said in a dominant, primal growl. She giggled as her pussy clenched.

She flexed one of her arms and managed to touch his foot.

He swatted her ass again, making her moan with need as her core was flooded with glowing sensations and her clit beat in time with her pulse. She tried to raise one of her legs to tag him, but she couldn’t quite reach.

“Do you give up, little girl?” he asked sweetly. She nodded, rubbing her hair in the fallen leaves leftover from autumn. He swatted her bottom again then got off her. He scooped her up in his strong arms, repositioning her so she was cradled by him, and she rested her arms around his strong shoulders.

“I need to take you home and show you what happens to little girls who like to play tag with Daddy’s cock,” he whispered, and she shuddered in anticipation as he carried her the short distance to their home. Never had she felt so protected, so loved, and so turned on, all at the same time. She loved her daddy so much.

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A HARDCORE preview of Destruction by Jennifer Bene

Some of you know may possibly know I absolutely am in love with Jennifer Bene’s books and her newest one, Destruction, is out NOW on Amazon!

Isn’t the cover INCREDIBLE?

Destruction Jennifer Bene

Here’s the blurb:

Vengeance and destruction are all he has left.

Lianna Mercier has everything. She’s beautiful, well-educated, her father is rich, powerful — and she works for him. The perfect little princess, raised to be just like daddy.

But it’s all a lie.

A bloody, fucked up lie, and David Gethen is about to tear it all down and destroy Lianna in the process. He wants revenge, he wants to finish the plan his father started years ago — but after he takes her, after he tortures her, he begins to realize just how wrong he may have been.

 

Here’s what people are already saying about it:

“This is so beautifully fucked up.” – Niki, ARC reader

“I just finished Destruction. I don’t know how you do it! Every freakin time you make my insides curl in on themselves and then slap me in the back of my knees. Congrats you did it again. Marvelous writing!!!” – Gabriela, ARC reader

“Loved the story! Read it right through in one sitting!” – Terri, ARC reader

 

And here’s a juicy as fuck excerpt from the book:

Lianna

Hours passed as she slipped back and forth in trains of thought without progress before he finally returned. The man wore his anger like a dark aura, somehow invisible and obvious, but the slamming of the door and the rapid rise and fall of his chest had been more than enough warning.

Her father had missed another deadline.

There was no phone call, no belt, no threats, just him as he stood over her and she bit down on the inside of her cheek.

Eventually, he sat on the mattress beside her just as he had when he’d chained her down, only this time he was completely silent. His eyes moved over her first, then his hand, tracing her skin, leaving shivers in his wake, like a tiger playing with his food.

Don’t…” she whispered on a breath as his fingers slid between her thighs, but he didn’t even pause. Thick digits slid inside her, and her hips tilted, back arching as she whined.

Still wet enough for him to move back and forth, to summon more liquid heat, to drag it to her clit and grind the bundle of nerves until she was twisting against the chains.

This was slow torture. His silence, the never-ending assault of unwanted pleasure, turning her own body against her until she had to choke off the subtle moans. Pressure was building inside her, tightening, careening her toward another shameful orgasm and those fucking eyes were on her. Watching, waiting for it.

Just as her hips started to lift, as the wet sounds from between her thighs invaded her ears, as the tension in her muscles threatened to snap — he stopped.

Her breathing came hard, nails digging painfully into her palms, and she felt tears prick her eyes as his fingers slid free. Behind the mask he was breathing just as hard, rigid muscles moving over his ribs as they expanded and contracted.

Then he positioned himself between her thighs and urgency took over his movements. Tearing at his zipper, shoving his pants down, he ripped open a condom wrapper. Cock in hand, he slid it on, abandoning the shiny foil wrapper beside them and she looked away.

“Please?” Lianna begged, whimpering, knowing it was useless and trying to prepare as he lined up and thrust deep in one smooth stroke.

For those first movements she craned her head back, staring at her bound wrists, at the wall behind her, refusing to look as he groaned and stretched her. Her body rocked, the chains clattering softly in the silence, and she felt how wet she was. It was too easy, every pinning thrust, and as he wrapped his hands around her shoulders and drove in harder she did her best to turn the moan into a cry.

This doesn’t feel good.

I don’t want this.

His knees moved out, digging into her thighs to stretch her further, ankles straining at the chains, and then he found a new angle. One that stroked his thick cock against a point inside that made her back arch, hips twitching to seek more. She gasped, unable to stop the moan, and found herself looking into his eyes. Face hovering over hers, she stared into the black fabric of the mask, something smooth overlaying a hard shell. Obscuring all his features, all of them except for his eyes, and as he stretched her again she watched his eyelids flutter closed as he groaned low. A hard snap of his hips caught her by surprise and she moaned again, louder, cursing herself as she bit down on her lip, but the damage had been done.

He started to move faster, muscles shifting in his arms and chest and abs as he drove himself deeper inside her. A keening whine escaped between clenched teeth, and she pulled on the cuffs at her wrists, meeting his eyes again to plead. “Don’t do this to me. Please.”

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David

The girl felt like heaven underneath him. Soft skin, smooth curves, and her cunt was so slick, so tight. Even with the condom he was tempted to come already, but he wanted more. More of her cries, her sweet begging as she gripped him and squirmed against the mattress.

Her eyes were so fucking blue, and it made him pause as he thrust deep, feeling the tremors in her thighs, the subtle shift of her hips as she unconsciously sought her orgasm. He hadn’t been this close to her, close enough to kiss her reddened lips, to taste her mouth, to see the hints of green in her irises that made it look like staring into the clearest ocean water.

Reaching up he slid his fingers into her hair and snapped her head back, causing her to shut those bottomless eyes and clench his cock inside her. The soft cry of pleasure and pain was one he knew too well, and it made him hungry for more.

Something woke up in the cold, something that wanted to devour the pampered little princess whole, and with all his mental processing power located below his hips he didn’t care to fight it. “Take it,” he hissed above her as he forced her head back, exposing her throat as he started to fuck her hard.

Everything blurred as she begged, cried out, pleaded with him between moans and whimpers. But all he cared about was the way her limbs contracted, the way her hips lifted, back bowing off the mattress so that her nipples grazed his chest, and the all consuming grip of her cunt around him. It was torture of the best kind to hold back, to wait, to tease her with the strokes that made her make the sweetest sounds. The little gasps that were pure pleasure.

Please…” she moaned, and he could have sworn she was begging for more as her hips met his with a clap of skin. He wanted to reach down and bend her knees to her chest, but the cuffs were holding her down, keeping her spread.

Next time, he promised himself as he braced the arm gripping her hair and slid his other hand between them. Lifting up just enough to find her clit he worked himself inside her and rubbed. Her blonde brows pulled together, face pinching in a way that almost looked like pain, and then she panted, moaned, hips moving with each swirl of his thumb — and she came.

Hard.

Gripping him in a way that sent a surge of heat down his spine, melting the ice as he braced his other arm beside her and listened to her fall apart.

“No, no, no,” she whispered against his ear and he smiled behind the mask, thrusting hard again. Finding that rhythm that had her making sweet, pained sounds once more. She was too perfect. An angel fallen to earth, and he had her chained to the floor, but she felt too fucking good to care about the damnation he’d already assured himself.

Moving inside her was something he wished he could memorize, to feel forever. Like this. Slick, wet, trembling, and softly moaning as he worked them both to the edge this time. The demon inside him was howling, the chains clanking against the brackets in the floor as he fucked her hard enough to shift the mattress, and then he was gone. Fire stroking down his spine, balls tightening, as he came with a fierce roar.

The world went white for a split second, ears deaf, body crushing her softness as pure ecstasy blasted everything away. She was heaven, nirvana, and Shangri-La all rolled into one.

Perfect, but not innocent.

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Santa Daddy by Katherine Deane

It’s an AMAZING time of year for new releases and here’s another unmissable one! Katherine Deane is on my blog today! She’s got a scorching new release called “Santa Daddy” in the A Daddy for Christmas anthology which is currently out at $2.99 but that price WILL NOT STAY FOR LONG so get it fast!

Here’s the blurb for her story:

Santa Daddy by Katherine Deane:

Alex and Connor are undercover again, and it’s all fun and games until the caroling starts. Can Alex make it through this Christmas season without her usual bah-humbugging? Or will her Daddy, Connor have to take matters into his own hands?

And here’s a steamy excerpt:

He laid the cane down on the table and picked up the other item he’d brought back that she hadn’t paid particular attention to. She would soon enough though.

“Okay, little girl. Daddy is going to punish you for being so naughty. He’s going to give you the extra special Kris Kringle candy cane treatment.”

He opened the large candy cane and held it front of her mouth. It was only four inches long and approximately an inch in diameter. The perfect implement for what he had in mind.

“Open your mouth and suck, baby.”

Her eyes widened, but she opened her mouth and accepted the huge peppermint candy with the hook on the end.

He pulled it out and some of her saliva dripped down as he held it in her line of sight. “Do you know where this is going, baby girl?”

She squeaked and her eyes widened even more. Her chest started heaving against the table.

“Would you like Daddy to fuck you in your naughty little bottom with this big, peppermint candy cane?”

Isn’t this cover by Adaline Raine delightful?

A Daddy for Christmas:

A Daddy for Christmas is a sexy collection of ALL-NEW age play romances, brought to you by six USA Today and international bestselling authors. Daddy always knows best, and the young ladies in these smoking hot novellas are lucky to have the firm guidance of a father figure during the most magical time of the year. Grab some hot chocolate, snuggle up in your favorite reading spot, and let these dominant but loving daddies take charge.

Featuring….

 Papa’s Little Bride by Sue Lyndon:

When Kingston proposes marriage to Faith a few weeks before Christmas, he’s upfront about his expectations in a bride. Not only is she to call him Papa, but she’ll be under his complete authority and subject to his discipline. She soon thrives under his guidance and finds herself falling for her strict but loving Papa. But despite her newfound happiness, she can’t help but worry something will go wrong. Is their arrangement too good to be true, or has she finally found her forever home?

 Build-A-Daddy by Maren Smith:

For Aubrey, when an impromptu trip to Build-A-Bear leads to an unexpected rescue by the cowboy Daddy of her dreams, she thinks her deepest, most secret wish about to come true. Sometimes it’s a brand new stuffy at Christmas time; sometimes, it’s a whole lot more.

 Santa Daddy by Katherine Deane:

Alex and Connor are undercover again, and it’s all fun and games until the caroling starts. Can Alex make it through this Christmas season without her usual bah-humbugging? Or will her Daddy, Connor have to take matters into his own hands?

 Mountain Man Daddy’s Christmas Surprise by Kara Kelley:

Tis the season and Mountain Man Daddy has a lot to do to surprise his little wife, Avery, with his change of heart about Christmas, but Rocky, their pet bear, is acting strange and refuses to leave Avery’s side. Mountain Man Daddy suspects it’s one of his past arrests lurking, and he’s more protective than ever. But when Avery finds out the real reason, she and her sneaky old neighbour, Annie, start planning a surprise of their own.

 The Daddy Contract by Adaline Raine:

Kayleigh Cavett penned a desperate letter to Santa Claus hoping for her own holiday miracle. She begged for someone to take care of her and get her life back on track. The next morning she awakens to find a stranded Sebastian Cruz, her brother’s best friend and lifelong crush. When the handsome lawyer offers to spoil her rotten until the snow melts, will she accept his terms?

 His Little Noelle by Maggie Ryan:

Her very name means Christmas, yet she’d never experienced the magic of the season. Davis is determined to change that and give his little Noelle the greatest gift of all… a family.

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A first look at His Christmas Baby!

Today, I’m super-excited to share with you… my NEXT RELEASE! His Christmas Baby is my story in the 14-book spanking anthology, Mischief Under the Mistletoe, which features 14 fierce festive reads. Here’s the INCREDIBLE anthology cover designed by Allysa Hart:

 

 

 

 

 

 

What’s my story about? This is the blurb:

For Chloe, Christmas has always been a time of trauma and sorrow. When her Dom transforms her into his little girl for the 12 days before Christmas, beginning as a baby and getting a year older each day, can he help her overcome the ghost of Christmas past?

And here’s an excerpt for WipItUp Wednesday:

Baby’s Second Christmas

“Morning, morning, little bunny,” Bradley began, “The day is bright and warm and sunny.”

When Chloe opened her eyes, she remembered she was in her crib, where she’d slept last night. Razdar the bear was snuggled up next to her, and last night’s bottle of milk was on its side, half-finished, near the edge of the mattress. She must have fallen asleep before she even drank half of it. The light was shining through the curtains, and when Bradley dropped the side on the cot, Chloe tried to climb straight out.

“Hold your horses, hon; you need to wait for Daddy to get you up,” Bradley said.

“But I can do it myself!” Chloe declared. She was bigger today, right? Didn’t that mean she could get herself up?

“Not today. Today’s your second-ever Christmas. You can crawl around, and you can use single-word sentences, but you’re still in diapers. I’ve got some extra-special surprises for you today, but first I need to check your diaper.” Bradley lifted Chloe up and laid her on her changing mat, where he unfastened the tabs of her diaper. “I’ll just get you changed, princess.”

He rolled up the diaper and got rid of it, then Chloe felt a soothing, cool baby wipe sliding from her clit, along her pussy, and toward her bottom. She wiggled her hips slightly in response to the sensation, and moaned slightly as a sprinkling of baby powder landed on her labia. While she processed these feelings, which still weren’t familiar despite being a baby the day before, Bradley ensconced her in a fresh diaper and carried her downstairs.

When they reached the kitchen, Chloe was surprised that there was now a large high-chair beside the breakfast bar. Bradley lifted her into it and put the tray in place, while Chloe stared around the room in amazement, getting used to this new point of view.

“I’ve got some tasty breakfast here, little one. It’s apple and pear mixed together.” Bradley opened the microwave and pulled out a pink plastic bowl, which he stirred with a matching spoon. Chloe watched the food move around the bowl with fascination.

“Open up for the choo-choo train!” Bradley declared. Chloe found herself opening her mouth and a pink spoon full of food went in. She sucked the food off the spoon and, through habit, started chewing, even though the food was pureed. Chloe was so used to chewing that she often found herself trying to chew smoothies and soups, instead of gulping them down like everyone else. This food was tasty, and she tried to get herself to stop chewing so she could swallow it down quickly as the next spoonful arrived at her lips.

Her daddy kept making train noises and feeding her the tasty breakfast, and Chloe found herself enjoying this meal more than any others she’d eaten recently. Maybe it was something to do with how close Bradley was, or the fact the bowl and spoon were made of pink plastic, or that the food tasted like dessert, but whatever it was, Chloe felt a bit sad when she swallowed down the last spoonful and the bowl was empty.

“All done!” she declared. Bradley nodded encouragingly.

“You did really well, sweetheart. Let’s get you a bottle of juice and you can come into the den and sit on Daddy’s knee while you have a drink.” Bradley put the bowl and spoon straight into the dishwasher and got out a bottle, into which he poured some fresh cherry juice.

“Favorite!” Chloe pointed at the carton of cherry juice.

“I know, princess, that’s why I bought it for you. You can have one bottle of this today, because it’s got a lot of sugar in it, then afterward, I’ve got some blackcurrant juice for you to drink.”

Chloe nodded. She didn’t care about after. She wanted her cherry juice now! Bradley put it in his back pocket, and then he lifted her out of the high-chair easily. He carried her into the den. The Christmas tree looked just as beautiful today as it did yesterday. Chloe reached out for one of the decorations as she passed it, and immediately put it in her mouth to find out what it felt like. When he arranged her on his knee, Bradley noticed and pulled the wooden ornament out of her hands. It came away from her mouth with a little popping sound, and she looked up at him in surprise.

“Toy!”

“Chloe, you’re not allowed to pull things off the tree. And you’re not allowed to put any old thing into your mouth like that, either,” Bradley warned. “If I find you trying to eat anything that isn’t edible again, I’ll have to put you over my knee and spank you.” He put the ornament to one side and passed her the bottle of cherry juice. Satisfied with her favorite drink in a spill-proof bottle, Chloe sucked on the teat and tried not to smile too much as her mouth filled with tasty cherry juice. The threat of a spanking was enough to make her behave. Well, until she didn’t behave again, anyway.

Bradley put the TV on, and Chloe was excited to see A Charlie Brown Christmas come on-screen. She pointed and declared, “Snoopy!”

“Yes, it’s Snoopy. Would you like your bear? You could pretend he’s Snoopy if you wanted.” Chloe shook her head; she loved her bear but she wanted snuggles with her daddy right now. “After this, we’re going to open more presents.” Bradley held her to him, and Chloe cuddled up with her daddy while she watched the show.

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Are you as excited as I am? Happy Thanksgiving for tomorrow, and keep a look-out, because a little bird tells me there might be an early pre-order of Mischief Under the Mistletoe!

🖤$0.99 sale: Protecting His Pet by Measha Stone!🖤

I just had to tell you all, because I’m really excited: Protecting Her Pet by Measha Stone is down to $0.99 in a sale from Stormy Night Publications! Get it on Amazon 🖤

Here’s the blurb:

After her brother’s life of crime is brought to a sudden end, twenty-two-year-old Kara Jennings fears she may be the next target of the men who killed him. It comes as a shock, however, when she is taken captive by a mysterious man who promises to keep her safe but quickly demonstrates that he will not hesitate to punish her in any way he sees fit if she disobeys him.

Devin Stinger is certain there is something important that Kara is refusing to share with him—something related to her brother’s death—and he is fully prepared to be as firm as necessary to get her to tell him the truth, even if that means stripping her bare, spanking her hard and thoroughly, and keeping her caged like a pet.

Despite her shame at being made to kneel naked at her captor’s feet, eat from his hand, and surrender her body to him completely, Devin’s dominance leaves Kara helplessly aroused and yearning for him to master her even more thoroughly. When he brings her to the edge of an intense climax only to leave her desperate and wanting, her need for him to claim her properly compels Kara to confess the secret her brother shared with her before his death. But will that information help Devin protect his beautiful pet or will it ultimately put her in greater danger?

Publisher’s Note: Protecting His Pet includes spankings, sexual scenes, extensive pet play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

And here’s an R-Rated Excerpt:

“Time for your shower.” He grinned and started to head back toward the house.

“Here?” she called to him, and he didn’t bother responding. He’d just tied her to a fucking tree, where did she think she was having it?

It was pretty warm for a fall day, which was good—for her.

Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open when he headed back toward her carrying the hose in one hand and a bucket in the other.

“No. No. Not a hose.”

Funny how she thought she had the right to demand anything from him at that moment. After she’d sliced him. After she’d spit at him. After she’d fought and clawed at him. Between the two of them, she had been the most violent.

“Oh, yes, the hose. That’s how I clean my pets, peaches.” Her intake of breath at how he referred to her wasn’t lost on him. Such a little sound really. Most men wouldn’t even notice it, but not Devin. No, he not only noticed it, he basked in those little sounds. The hums, the shocked gasps, the painful cries, the soft murmurs of pleasure, all if it stroked his arousal to an almost painful point.

“I-I’m sorry if I hurt you.” Her apology came fast, her eyes never leaving the bucket as he began to fill it with water. A bar of soap floated in the chilly water along with a rag he’d tossed in there. He was going to enjoy cleaning her.

“I’m sure you are,” he agreed, tilting his head to look up at her. “That doesn’t change much, though, I’m afraid. You see, actions have consequences.” He lifted up his left arm, where the injury was hidden beneath the sleeve of his t-shirt. “Even when you’re sorry. I’ll give you a word of advice. Take your punishment like a good girl, and you’ll start earning your privileges back.” Bubbles formed in the water, and he turned off the spray from the hose, closing the gap between them.

“Just let me go. I just want to go home.” She stomped her foot in the dirt. Her bare foot made no sound against the earth beneath it, but the dirt kicked up a bit. He looked down at the few particles that landed on his boot.

“Now you’re kicking dirt at me?” It was cruel to add that to her list of transgressions, but the beast within him was slowly making its way off its leash.

“No.” Her curls flew from side to side as she shook her head. “No, Please. I—” She screamed when the cold water from the hose hit her naked body. She jumped back, but the leash didn’t give her much room to move away.

“What was that?”

She twisted away, but the water caught her. “C-cold! Too cold!” she screamed.

“I bet it is,” he nodded in agreement, aiming the hose for her chest. Her nipples tightened into stiff peaks with the chilled water hitting her. He couldn’t have planned for a sexier sight. She tried to close her arms, to protect her breasts, but they were tied overhead. He softened the stream and stepped closer, watching the water fall over her heavy breasts and roll down her flat stomach toward that little patch of hair he had admired earlier. He let go of the handle, stopping the water for a moment. “Turn around. I want to get your back.”

“No!” she refused.

He turned the water back on and aimed the stream at her hardened nipples. She squealed, twisted, and turned, but couldn’t get away from him. Damn, his dick was hard.

“Turn around.” He gave her another chance, aiming the stream to the side.

“I hate you,” she affirmed once more, then slowly turned so her ass faced him.

He nearly groaned at the sight of her round ass. Only a few welts were still showing from the belting he’d given her the night before, but other than that her creamy skin was completely unflawed. Of course he’d remedy that after her shower. The girl still had a punishment coming. A hard punishment.

“You can hate me all you want. Won’t change what’s coming.” He rinsed off her back then stepped closer, wrapping his hand to her front and cupping her chin. Pulling it back, he began to gently spray her hair. Her breath hitched, but soon adjusted to the new chill. “Now you need soap,” he whispered in her ear.

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About the Author:

Measha Stone is an international best seller who lives in the western suburbs of Chicago with her husband and three children. While working toward her degree in Creative Writing from Southern New Hampshire University, she wrote mostly in the thriller genre, but her heart lies in Romance. BDSM Erotic Romance is where she lives and breathes, because what’s pleasure without a little pain?  When she’s not writing, she’s reading and goofing off with her kids.

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