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#MidWeekTease – After a nightmare – Unorthodox Union #BDSM

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Hey teasers, how are you doing?

I skipped last Wednesday because of a short seaside holiday but I’m back on track. I’ll also be staying home until the end of the week and will do some serious writing. I’m currently past 140k of my current WIP and I should get it all done by Saturday, now that I’m not distracted by the day job.

Unorthodox Union is the final installment of the Unorthodox Trilogy and should come out in the Fall of 2018. Book 1 – Unorthodox Therapy and 2 – Unorthodox Chemistry are available on Amazon.

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(Don’t judge the book by its cover, this one is temporary.)

LINA

Only stupid bitches believe they’re safe. Sure, keep fooling yourself. Just don’t be surprised when the predator gets to you.

Thomas nodded but the look in his eyes told me he wasn’t convinced. Still, he smiled by force and leaned in to kiss me.

Yes, sure… you’re right. It was an awful dream but just a dream. It has to be.” He looked around. It was still dark outside but the night sky was getting brighter so it must have been the break of dawn. “What time is it?”

I grabbed my phone and looked at the shining digits on the black screen. “5am. Do you want to try and go back to sleep?”

He yawned and took his glasses off again. “Yeah, we can’t have slept more than a few hours and I have to drive to Stinson today so I’d better get some more rest. I hope that I have had my full quota of nightmare time.”

You know, I can always do the driving this time.” I suggested after I turned the light off and cuddled next to him again.

I like being behind the wheel. It’s nothing against your driving skills.” He chuckled in the darkness and pulled me next to him under the covers. “Besides, I’d want to enjoy the day and not be groggy all the time.”

After a minute of silence Thomas finally spoke.

Lina, I… Would it ruin me in your eyes if I I tell you I’m afraid?”

I sighed with irritation and slid an arm around his waist. “I’ll just pretend I didn’t hear that ridiculous question. I’d be more worried for you if you weren’t afraid.”

It’s just…” He swallowed and kissed my lips. “I may be stressed but I never had it so well in my entire life. I have the dream job. I’m dating the most amazing woman and I no longer have to hide it. I work with a strong, dedicated team on a project I care about and I’m getting closer to the Dom I want to be.”

What are you trying to tell me?” I whispered against his lips.

I… I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

Thomas and I spent the rest of the morning cuddled close to each other, holding hands and squeezing them tight. No matter how much I whispered to him that nothing wrong would happen, that we’ve been through so much he remained on the edge. After all my early morning pre-caffeine eloquence fell apart I slowly drifted away.

We never let go of each other’s hands and I felt him squeezing mine harder as I was sleeping.

Did he fear that he’d fall in the ice cold water if he stopped holding onto me?

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Be My Guest On Tuesday: The Edge of Torment by R.B. O’Brien

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Today I have the honor of hosting R.B. O’Brien, a mistress of erotic suspense, sensual torment, orgasm denial and love stories with a side of darkness, as well as one of the founders of the Nu Romantics. Today she presents to your attention the re-release of her novel The Edge of Torment, previously published as three books under the series name Natalie’s Edge: Temptation, Fall and Redemption. (You can find my review of Temptation here.) Now you can get the three volumes at once, at a special pre-order price. Check it out, it’s a delicious read.

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At the EDGE of pleasure often lies a little pain…

He didn’t think he was capable of love; she thought she had everything she ever needed. But when former ballet dancer and entrepreneur Annabelle Smith and environmentalist Michael Black meet, they are thrust into a headlong relationship that may devastate them both.

Falling almost too fast for this enigmatic, controlling man, Annabelle is both excited and terrified by the fine line Michael walks between his dark and light side, as he introduces her to a world of games, bondage, and punishments. And to her surprise, she likes her submission. She likes the control he wields. And he cannot have it any other way. He likes to bring Annabelle to the edge, and she likes the edge he brings her to. Pleasure has never felt so good.

But can Michael fully let go of his trust issues and fall in love? Or will his past leave Annabelle on the EDGE of TORMENT?

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~ “O’Brien is the Grand Mistress of foreplay, edging and denial”

 ~ …”the sexual tension had me quivering”

 ~ “I…admire how the author winds the romance around a real story of environmental          consciousness”

~ “O’Brien’s work is true erotic literature”

~ “I kept thinking of Heathcliff”

~ …”threaded with references to the dance—ballet–lend[s]credibility to the romance that is taking place”

~ “The two [characters] make an explosive combination”

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A part of me wished he had forcefully taken me and tied me to the chair. Then I could cry wolf and not admit that I wanted this, something so…deviant. I was so wet, eager for him to do as he wished, and I knew he would see that as soon as I removed my jeans. But I just didn’t want to accept that I was actually feeling this way. I was losing the game, and we had not even started.

“What’ll it be, Annabelle? Your choice.”

I shut my eyes, inhaled deeply, and knew in my heart that I was going to go through with this. I wanted him. I was wildly turned on by the thought of being his, like that, at his mercy. But I struggled to admit it, to just let go and feel. It made me feel guilty and yet I couldn’t turn back.

I took off the blazer and jeans, leaving on my red heels. He wasted no time. “Sit,” he ordered, and I sat down in the oversized, lush dining room chair. “It is nice to see that you actually own panties, Annabelle,” he joked and exhaled long and loud. “God, Annabelle. I don’t think I’ve ever seen legs quite so long, so perfect.”

I sat as instructed, with a crimson blush covering my face to match my shoes. He left the room and when he came back into the dining room, he had a silk tie and a pair of handcuffs. I was dripping wet, embarrassed, and somewhat scared. He came around the back of the chair, pulled my arms behind me, and tied them behind the back of the chair with the soft tie, tightly. My chest pushed straight out. He looked into my eyes and I knew he could see my desire. I involuntarily squirmed. “God,” he repeated. “Your looks may be the death of me.”

My belly flip-flopped, clenching, tightening with a pool of intense desire that was almost a painful rush, as my blood seemed to throb and pulse only in that one place. Knowing I was turning him on as much as he was turning on me, gave me the confidence to continue his game, but I couldn’t speak.

 

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R.B. O’Brien has always been drawn to the more taboo side of storytelling, even as a young adult, from hiding books from strict Catholic parents as a teen to getting lost in the erotic sections of bookstores for hours. She is best known for her two contemporary erotic romance series, Thorne and Imogen, which explore the darker, erotic nature of relationships, those riddled with the gritty reality of insecurities and human folly. Her writing exposes the vulnerability, emotional turmoil, and pain that can come from losing oneself in the heat of passion.

O’Brien holds a degree in English literature and teaches for a living in the Northeast, USA. She is a founding member of The Nu Romantics, which tries to elucidate the romantic found in all things, even pain and longing. She is a published poet, a professor, a writer, a dancer, and a die-hard romantic, known for her writing prompts on social media, especially #writingromancelines. O’Brien also has a profound affection for Shakespeare and beyond that writes. Every chance she gets.

#SaturdayTease – Electric Trust – Unorthodox Union #BDSM

I missed sharing a little bit of my work in progress on Wednesday so I’m making up for it on this Sunny Saturday. Enjoy that snippet of Unorthodox Union, Book 3 of the Unorthodox Trilogy.

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(Don’t judge the book by its cover, this one is temporary.)

THOMAS

Lina, pet…” He said with an affectionate tone and drew a circle of electrical pleasure around my left buttock. The skin patch was getting warmer and hotter as he pushed the wand harder. Its sensual and cruel impact made my muscles get tighter and so tense. “Don’t you want to strip from these restraints so I could do some terribly sweet things to you drenched cunt?”

Y-yes, sir, I want that, I’d love it, please, allow me to take it off…”

Too bad that it won’t happen.” He cracked his palm down on my reddened ass. “Not if you don’t start answering my questions.”

The violet wand licked my shoulder this time. Thomas had turned it up just a notch again. My mind wrapped itself in the blanket of pain as sharp as small needles and the pleasant soreness they left behind. I spread myself wider, with only the tips of my toes stroking the stone floor.

I…”

What did you think I’d expect you to say?” He petted my hair and pressed my cheek harder to the ground. “Tell me.”

I’m happy to be auctioned as long as that would make my Master pleased.” I said in a shaking voice. “… but I wouldn’t have meant it and you know it. I…”

Thomas stopped the movement of the wand and the tiny explosions ceased. He grabbed me by the back of the neck and wrapped his fingers around it. His voice was colder and in contrast with the passion of his movements.

Did you think I’d ignore your wishes just to satisfy myself, slut? That I’d use those words against you when it’s convenient for me?”

No… yes… I don’t know…” I moaned out when his free hand traced the curve of my ass and he sank his nails in it.

It can only be one of those answers, Lina. Tell me the truth. Don’t you trust me by now?”

There was not a shadow of a doubt when I uttered the next words, in a state of total frenzy. “I do trust you, sir, I could trust you with my life.”

Thomas turned the wand on again and this time he pressed it against my inner thigh, so close to my leaking center. I couldn’t hold the agonized, pleading yell and the stream of hot tears down my cheeks.

I believe you, pet. That’s what I find confusing.” He moved the electrode from my thigh and kissed the painful spot. “You trusted me with such a dangerous activity without even begging for a safeword. Somehow, you believed I’d make the right choice and you have no idea how much that thrills me…”

He clicked with fingers once, right next to my ear. Did he really think I could raise myself on my feet? They were shaking so strong and their knees were buckling. When he cleared his throat, the natural instinct and old habits kicked in and I got up. My muscles were clenching in despair. I was empty and dying to be filled, to feel him stretch and complete me. The pulsing heart of my clit was beating against the steel of the chastity belt.

“… and yet you couldn’t even look me in the eyes when I merely asked you a question. Could it be that you don’t trust yourself?”

#MidWeekTease – When can I move in? – Unorthodox Union #BDSM

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Hello my lovelies and welcome to another Wednesday. They just fly, don’t they?

Here I am with another teaser of Unorthodox Union. Current word count: 130k but I still have a lot of story to go through before typing THE END. It looks like I’ll have to write the final chapters after my small holiday.

Still, there’s plenty of time until Saturday so who knows.

This week I have something more romantic, from Lina’s point of view.

Unorthodox Union is the final installment of the Unorthodox Trilogy and should come out in the Fall of 2018. Book 1 – Unorthodox Therapy and 2 – Unorthodox Chemistry are available on Amazon.

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(Don’t judge the book by its cover, this one is temporary.)

LINA

We made such great memories in that room, didn’t we?” He murmured. “As if it was just yesterday when I did the first health inspection and spanked you over your desk.”

I wouldn’t say so.” The memory of that first time we broke the rules right here sent a hot wave of excitement through me. My clit throbbed against the panties and I squeezed my thighs while Thomas was regarding me with a wolfish grin. “It felt like a lifetime ago. I don’t think we’re the same people anymore.”

“… and yet, here we are.” Thomas crossed the distance between us with his feline step and reached out to caress my face. “The same office, the same building… and you will soon be my boss again. Some things don’t change. To be honest, I don’t mind it at all.”

I leaned in his palm and nuzzled it. All the shared moments we had in here, both rough and tender, rushed back in my mind.

You’re right but still, some things have to change or we’ll be forever stuck in the past.The moment I uttered these words it all became clear to me as if a lightning struck me… or some of his TENs Units. The excitement was rushing like a drug through my system mixed with a heavy dose of fear. The kind of fear that makes us feel alive and just adds to the salt of life.

Thomas nodded and kept sliding fingers through my hair with that affectionate look in his eyes. “You’re right, I could think of some changes I’d love… but I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of sneaking in here to punish you. Where is the fun without a little danger?”

I can think of one particular change you’d love,” I smirked at him and ran fingers over his wrist with a teasing smile.

I’m all ears.” He raised an eyebrow and his grin grew wider. A gleam of curiosity was twinkling in his eyes.

Well…” I drawled and moved my fingers to the back of his neck so I’d enjoy the way his hairs raised as I scratched him lightly. “You offered me to move in with you one month ago. Is that offer still standing?”

His eyes widened behind the glasses. Thomas blinked a few times, held his breath and pulled me from behind the desk, close to his body.

Are you serious? You really want it?” A wide smile lit up his face and he lifted me up in the air. “You know it’s always standing for you, tigress.”

Our laughter joined in a peculiar duet of happiness and we shared a passionate kiss. Anxieties and doubts melted in that champagne of pure, bubbling joy I felt on the inside, too intense and a little scary. Thomas finally put me down. His palms brushed my cheekbones and he held my face without a single word.

So when can I move in?” I asked him and fluttered my eyelashes, a little gesture that always made him laugh. It wasn’t very typical of me and that both amused and turned him on.

Hmm… That will be such a hard process.” He raised his eyes to the ceiling. A small, wicked grin was curling his lips. “I suppose it won’t take less than three large trucks to move in only your clothes.”

He hurried to answer before I have had the chance to slap him. “How about yesterday? No, seriously, the sooner I have you in my home the better. We waited long enough. So… what helped you finally make up your mind?”

I used to do a lot of things that scared me before as I told you when we met. Things I wanted but I was also afraid to do because the failure could lead to a lot of pain. The risk would usually pay off… and I refuse to live with all my old intimacy issues. I want to give us a chance.” I uttered while I was enjoying his touch.

He nodded and rested his hand under my chin. “You always had a way with words, Lina. So… do you still keep some of the things we used around here? Like that leather paddle at the top of your drawer?”

Ah, Thomas, what a fantastic memory you have.” I chuckled and reached out to pull the drawer. The black leather was still resting under a stack of paper, a place where I used to store all my emergency cigarettes. When I pulled it out by its handle and dangled it before his eyes Thomas beamed.

Are you up for a dose of old-fashioned office discipline before we head back to the boardroom? You know, as an early home warming gift.”

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Be My Guest On Tuesday: Warrior Mine (Dream Dominant Collection Book 4) by Pandora Spocks

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Welcome to a very special edition of  Be My Guest On Tuesday. I’m pleased to announce the new release of the lovely Pandora Spocks, the fourth book in her Dream Dominant collection. Warrior Mine is dedicated to two of the characters from Book 2, Lost and Bound. The moment I read about Scott and Jackie I just knew they HAD to have a book of their own as their dynamics intrigued me from the moment they met. Pandora agreed and here’s the final result, a new standalone spin-off. It’s already on my Kindle and I can’t wait to start it. The book is with a special release prize of 0.99 cents so don’t be late and get your copy today.  If you’re not convinced, check out those super hot teasers below.

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She is the perfect combination of princess and warrior.

Scott Nielsen and Jackie Walker.
Their attraction is instant from the moment they meet.
But he’s Dominant. And no way is she submissive.
Is it a missed connection? Or a divine appointment?

Scott Nielsen is ready for change. He’s walked away from his career as a wilderness counselor, planning to start his own outdoor survival school. He looks up his old friend and former colleague Blake Walker, intent on leasing space at Blake’s family’s remote wilderness guest lodge. That’s where he meets Blake’s sister Jackie, who runs the lodge with her brother’s help. Her strength and independence intrigue Scott. A single mom, Jackie has no intention of being anyone’s submissive.

In his personal life, Scott is tired of casual sex in the BDSM club scene. Envious watching his buddy Blake fall head over heels for his own submissive, Scott thinks he might be ready to take the plunge himself. As he and Jackie spend time together, he’s enchanted with her inner Warrior Princess. But Jackie’s been burned before. And she has two children who are her priority, not to mention the business to run. As independent as she is, she can’t see relinquishing her power to a man, not even one she’s falling for.

Scott’s heart aches at the idea of not having Jackie in his life. Can she take another chance on love, or will she insist on ignoring her submissive soul?

If you enjoyed LOST & BOUND, you’ll love this spin-off stand-alone story.

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It’s a gorgeous day,” Scott commented.

It really is. I haven’t been out in the woods like this in a long time.”

Scott watched her appraisingly. “Are you much of a camper?”

“I can hold my own.” She lifted her chin, and he saw a glint of challenge in her eye.

“I imagine you can,” he smiled to himself.

He watched her dig the toe of her boot into the soft black earth and push it into a small heap. “So let’s talk, Jackie.”

She exhaled loudly, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw her grip her hands so tightly together, her knuckles were white.

“This makes you nervous,” he observed.

“Well, yeah! You’re over here wanting me to agree to be some kind of…I don’t know what…slave, I guess. That’s so not me.”

“You’re right, it’s not. I see in you a submissive soul, but a slave is not remotely what I have in mind. Jackie,” he straddled the log to face her, “you’re a strong, smart, sexy lady. I admire the hell out of you.”

“So why do you want me to give all that up?”

“I don’t want you to give anything up. I love all those things about you.” He laughed softly. “I love that you challenge me. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Jackie’s expression was dubious. “I don’t understand what you want from me. Am I supposed to run and jump into your arms like Amy does Blake?” She rolled her eyes.

Scott had to laugh. “You’re not a slave, and you’re definitely not a baby girl like Amy, either.” He gave her a side-long glance. “Amy’s a sweet girl, but she’d drive me nuts. A Daddy Dom I am not.”

“Good, because there’s no way I’m calling you Daddy.”

“Our dynamic would be more King and Princess. You’d call me Sire.”

He was pleased when he saw her reluctant smile. “All I want is for you to let go and allow me to lead you, to help you be free to be your true self. You can depend on me, Jackie.”

Restlessly, Jackie got up and paced back and forth. “It’s not like it’s just me, Scott. I’m a mother. I have two kids to care for, and they have to be my priority. I can’t decide I’m going to just go off and do whatever I want. Plus, there’s the business…”

She stopped pacing and faced him. “I’m a whole ‘package deal’. You don’t need all that. You should be out meeting women who aren’t so tied down.”

Scott couldn’t stop the smirk as the image of a nude Jackie tied to the posts of a bed flashed through his mind. She must have realized it because she blushed bright red.

He gave in to the temptation to tease her just a little. “I’ve met my share of women, Jackie. Women who don’t mind being tied down.”

He chuckled. “I’ve done the club scene, and I’m tired of casual sex. When Blake told me he’d found someone, I must admit, I felt envious. I took a hard look at my life and I realized it was time to make a change. I had no idea I’d meet someone so quickly.”

Arms crossed, she stood ten yards away. He considered going to her, but changed his mind, allowing her space.

I’m attracted to you, Jackie, in a way I haven’t been to anyone else. You have no idea how hard it was for me to resist you that night you came to my room. Hell, to resist you last night. You’re beautiful, Jackie, in case no one’s told you in a while. That one perfect exposed breast? I’ve had dreams about that.”

Jackie blushed, wrapping her arms more tightly around herself.

“Together we have an explosive chemistry. I know you feel it, too. I’m dying to take you to the next level.”

Arms still crossed, she shrugged. “Yeah, we have physical chemistry. Maybe it’s because it’s been a long time for me, I don’t know. And I appreciate the things you’ve done, like taking care of things when Emma was sick, and Jesus, you saved Grant’s life.”

She started pacing again. “And you washed my hair. I couldn’t believe you did that. So when you say, Now be my submissive,” she deepened her voice to imitate Scott, “it’s like I owe you.”

“You don’t owe me, Jackie. I washed your hair because it was what you needed. That’s what a Dom does.” He gazed out through the woods and exhaled sharply. “I think you’ve read too many so-called BDSM books about sadist Dominants. That’s not what we’re talking about. We’re talking about safe, sane, and consensual. Always.” He looked back at her. “You can depend on me, Jackie. I’ve got you.”

She walked to the edge of the clearing, her back to him. Her voice was small. “What if I depend on you, and you leave? I don’t think I could survive that. Better to be on my own and know what I’m getting.”

“Jackie, I’m not him. I’m not that guy.”

Scott couldn’t stay away from her any longer. He approached her, tentatively reaching out to touch her shoulder. “I’m this guy, right here, asking you to let me share your burden, to lighten your load, and set you free.”

She reached up to put her hand on his. Her voice was small. “I don’t know if I can do that.”

Leaning down, he kissed her hand. “Fair enough.”

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Enjoying the view, she watched as he walked to the bed and reached beneath it, removing a Kink Ink bag. “I went shopping myself today while I was in town.” His bag was larger than the ones she and Amy had returned with.

From the bag, he withdrew a mass of black straps and silver chain. Arching an eyebrow dramatically, he carried the device toward her, stopping beneath the massive log that served as the center beam of the cabin. Belatedly, Jackie noticed a heavy black ring attached to the beam. Reaching up, Scott secured a thick steel chain to the ring overhead. From the chain hung a curved black bar, with black straps in various lengths that dangled beneath.

Scott crooked a finger. “Come.”

Ignoring the butterflies performing dive bombs in her stomach, Jackie slowly padded toward him.

Do you know what this is?”

She chewed her lower lip. “I have a pretty good idea.”

And?”

Jackie flushed crimson. “It’s a sex swing?” She eyed the device curiously. Two padded straps connected the ends of the curved overhead bar, one longer than the other. Two short straps with cuffs at the ends hung suspended from a chain at the center of the bar. And at either end of the bar hung a longer strap with cuffs at the end, presumably for ankles.

He nodded. “I thought,” with his hands on her hips, he turned her around, “we might try something interesting.” He moved the lower strap behind her thighs. “Sit, Princess.”

Heart pounding, Jackie did as she was told, grasping onto the straps that hung down. Scott knelt, fastening a padded black cuff around each of her ankles, spreading her wide. Then he moved the shorter padded strap behind her shoulder blades. “Now lean back, Princess. I’ve got you.”

Shakily, she lay back against the thickly padded strap, gripping the side straps for dear life. With a smirk, Scott peeled her right hand off the strap, kissing it lightly before raising it to the cuffs overhead. He followed suit with her left hand.

When she was completely fastened in, he gave her a little push and stepped back to admire his handiwork.

Whoa,” Jackie gasped as she swung around in a slow circle.

Scott grinned. “How does it feel to be completely under my control?”

Jackie tried unsuccessfully to suppress a nervous giggle. “It’s not so bad.”

Not so bad? I’d rather it was oh, so good.”

As she swung around, she lost sight of him. When he came back into view, he was holding a black satin blindfold.

Tonight, Princess, is all about sensations. We’re going to cover your eyes, so you can concentrate on what you feel.”

He stepped toward her and stopped suddenly. “Did you come up with your own safe words?”

Her eyes widened. “Oh. Yes. I did.” She looked to him, feeling suddenly sheepish. Maybe we should just go with the original ones, she worried.

He raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to elaborate.

Well,” she gestured with a shoulder, causing the swing to spin to the left, “I thought I’d use earth, water, and fire.”

Scott pursed his lips in amusement. “Earth, water, and fire. What about air?”

As she spun, she shrugged. “Well, I only needed three, so…”

Earth is the same as green?”

Jackie nodded. “And water is like yellow, and obviously fire is red.”

Obviously,” he smirked. “Alright, I’m about to blindfold you. Give me feedback.”

Earth.” She watched him carefully.

Earth it is.” He leaned down and kissed her tenderly before he slid the black satin mask into place.

The next time he spoke, he sounded further away. “If at any time you feel uncomfortable, use your safe words.” She felt a swish of air, as though he’d moved by her.

I considered a ball gag,” his voice came from in front of her, “but I need to be sure I can read your body language before we take away your voice.”

Strong hands gently gripped her lower calves as he trailed kissed up the inside of her right leg, his facial hair prickling in a maddeningly sensual way. When he reached the place where her thigh joined her body, he skipped her needy place to travel back down her left leg.

Jackie groaned with disappointment, and she felt the vibration of his chuckle against her inner thigh. “All in good time, Princess. The King will feast, I promise.”

When he’d finished his travels, he released her, sending her spinning in a slow, dizzying circle. With the blindfold, Jackie had no sense of up or down, left or right. She felt as though she were floating.

Then she heard a soft buzzing sound, followed by Scott’s sexy chuckle. “Oh, this is a naughty toy. Just what did you get up to with this?”

Mortified, Jackie was at once glad for the blindfold, and sorry she wasn’t gagged. “I, um…used it.”

He whispered into her ear. “Yes, but how?”

Oh. My. God. “I pressed it against myself.”

And where exactly did you press it?”

Jackie cleared her throat. “I pressed it against my pussy.”

Your pussy. This glorious pussy right here?”

She yelped as he unexpectedly touched the vibrator to her sex. “Yes.”

She felt him stiffen. “Yes, what?”

Oh! Yes, Sire.”

He applied an open-handed pop to her pussy, and she yelped again. “How quickly we forget. Perhaps we should stop and allow you to consider the error of your ways.”

Jackie’s mind flitted to what Amy had said about orgasm denial, and she panicked at the thought of not being allowed to come during this play session. “Um, no, Sire, really, it was merely an oversight on my part, I’m so very sorry, please, I didn’t mean it, I just—”

Scott laughed out loud. “You’ve been talking to Amy, I see.” He whispered, closer now. “Don’t worry Princess. I plan to wear you out tonight.”

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Throughout the morning’s activities and on the ride back to the lodge, Jackie and Scott exchanged heated glances. She found herself wishing the day away, longing for the night to come. If he didn’t come to her, she would definitely go to him. She needed him in the worst way.

Unless he really is angry with me, Jackie fretted.

She needn’t have worried. Much later that night, after putting Grant and Emma to bed, Jackie retreated to her own room, taking her time as she showered, washing her hair and shaving various pertinent areas. After blowing her hair dry, she brushed on a touch of black mascara and added sheer lip gloss. She eyed herself in the mirror as she slid a new nightie over her head, a silky seafoam slip gown with a sheer lace bodice.

Ready to tiptoe down the hallway to Scott’s room, Jackie opened the bathroom door and was surprised to find him standing there, bare-chested with his arms crossed.

You’ve kept me waiting, Princess.” He arched an eyebrow severely, but the heat in his eyes belied his strict demeanor.

She raised her chin defiantly. “Well, I didn’t actually know—”

Knees. Now.” He pointed sharply to the floor beside his feet, his voice low but intense.

She was tempted to come back with a smart retort but thought better of it. Instead, with a saucy glance his way, she lowered herself to her knees, resting her hands, palms up, on her thighs, the way he’d shown her in the cabin. She tried to still herself despite the adrenalin that thrummed through her veins. As independent as she was, there was something incredibly hot about Scott taking charge.

Her eyes were closed, but she felt him step closer, sliding a bare foot between her thighs. When he wiggled his toes, they touched her pussy, and she gasped lightly.

You have had a day, haven’t you, Princess?” he asked, tenderly stroking her hair. “You started off by charging after a bear who could have killed you with one swipe of a paw.”

Jackie snorted. “That’s a little dramatic. I hardly think—”

Silence.” Though his voice was soft, his tone was sharp. “You will speak only when you have the King’s permission.”

Briefly, she scowled up at him then closed her eyes again, sighing deeply.

You challenged me when I confronted you, and you used profanity. All of that before breakfast.” He placed a finger beneath her chin and tilted her face toward his. “Look at me, Princess.”

Jackie complied, attempting to fix him with a defiant stare, but failing when she saw the fire in his eyes. Instead, she just blinked up at him, feeling the heat between her thighs as he wiggled his toes again.

That sassy mouth of yours. I think we need to give it a job.” He lowered his zipper, releasing his solid, erect cock. “Open.”

Unconsciously, she licked her lips and her stomach performed a half-gainer as she saw the precum pooled at his bulbous tip. With a glance up at him, she opened her mouth and took him in, moaning with pleasure as she lapped up his essence.

Scott exhaled deeply, resting a hand on her head. Then he cleared his throat. “Your infractions have piled up. But I’m not going to spank you now. That will come later, when we have more privacy. Because we’re—”

He stopped, gasping as she increased her suction and fisted the length of him that didn’t fit into her mouth. Jackie smiled to herself, as much as she could with her mouth filled with cock, pleased that she could exert a little control over the King.

Fuck me,” he breathed. “We’re going to need privacy because I’m going to wear your ass out. Right now, however, I’m going to fuck your face. After which, I’ll be fucking your cunt.”

He gripped the sides of her head and shoved himself deep, choking Jackie. She coughed and sputtered.

Scott watched her carefully. “Safeword if you need to.”

Determinedly, she shook her head and continued sucking with gusto as he pushed in and out. She felt his cock grow unimaginably hard.

Shit, Jackie, I’m coming,” he hissed. “Take it all, Princess. Don’t waste a drop.”

He shoved into her a final time and his hot cum jetted into the back of her throat. Jackie swallowed as quickly as she could, eager to prove to him that she could, choking only once. When he started to remove himself, she closed her lips around him, sucking off any remaining ejaculate and earning a deep groan.

Scott ruffled her hair as he sat heavily on the side of her bed. “That was very good, Princess.” He gave her a quizzical look. “And that was the first time you’ve ever swallowed?”

She nodded smugly, and he smiled. “You get a little more practice, and I’m a dead man,” he laughed.

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#MidWeekTease – Rope Corset – Unorthodox Union #BDSM

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Welcome to another Wednesday, teasers!

Unorthodox Union is moving closer and closer to the end, I’m currently at about 104k and I’ll push myself harder this week to wrap up the rest of the story.

I just need one more intense weekend of hard work and probably next week I’ll post one of the last snippets.

This week I have something sexy for you from Thomas’ point of view.

Unorthodox Union is the final installment of the Unorthodox Trilogy and should come out in the Fall of 2018. Book 1 – Unorthodox Therapy and 2 – Unorthodox Chemistry are available on Amazon.

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(Don’t judge the book by its cover, this one is temporary.)

THOMAS

I walked back to Lina who has calmed down enough to keep her old position, down on her knees, with the back of her shoes pressed against her ass cheeks. She was looking at the rope hanging from my hands with curiosity and rekindled flame.

You’re getting too fierce, little one.” The hemp’s thick braid was hanging before her wide open eyes. “I’ll have to tie you down so you’d remember your place.”

As I said those words I reached out and slapped her across the cheek very lightly. Lina blushed and kept staring at the rope. I used that moment of distraction to reach behind her and undo the string of pearls around her wrists.

I’m not done with them, just so you know.” I dangled them for a brief moment and laid them next to the cane and the Hitachi wand. Once the pearls were perfectly aligned I turned my attention back to her. “Now raise your arms above your head like that stage ballerina from the Fortress. Don’t drop them until I say you can.”

When Lina lifted her wrists up she did it with such a grace that could easily embarrass even the most talented dancers of the Ballet of Wax and Fire. She stood with her arms bent like branches and glanced at me to show her expectation.

My artistic skills were of questionable value but not when it came to bondage. The sturdy hemp and the soft silk were molding like clay under my fingers as if I was a sculptor… and tonight was no exception. I slid the rope around Lina’s ribcage and began to tighten her body in an intricate corset. The excitement was racing in my blood while I was pulling the hemp’s edge through the initial loop I interlaced at the front of chest, right under the bust line. I kept wrapping the long lines around her in smooth movements. She was staring down at the thick snakes that crossed her body and kept her in its tight yet prickly embrace with an entranced look. The corset framed her tits in the same way the beautiful stockings shaped up her thighs and legs.

I stopped only a few times to make sure she had no trouble breathing. Lina nodded and raised her arms higher. The rope was spinning around her like a magical thread and with so little effort. As if her body was made for it.

Once I wrapped the rest of the rope all the way down to her soft stomach I wrapped its edges in a ribbon-like knot and let it rest right over her pubic bone.

I wish I had tied you up like this more often, you look amazing.” The camera was still hanging around my neck. When I said those words I lifted it again so I’d take the picture from below. After at least twelve exposures of her body in the beautiful corset, I stopped and grabbed her by the chin.

That was awfully sexy, pet, but now I need your lips on me.” I squeezed her tighter and stared down at her. “Unzip me and take me in your mouth. Lick it. Play with it. You’ll serve me tonight… and when you have me hot and bothered enough I’ll fuck your pretty little throat and cum in your mouth. Would you like that? Oh… and you can speak now.”

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Be My Guest On Tuesday: Self Love by T.L. Clark

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Long time no see! In this edition of Be My Guest On Tuesday I’m bringing TL Clark to your attention. She’s a British author with a penchant for love stories and coffee according to her bio. Today she’d like to bring your attention to her latest release, a witty tale of Self Love. If you enjoy tales of personal growth with tears of both sadness and laughter that may be a good choice for you. Self is currently available for pre-order and you can read part of Chapter 1 below.

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Have you ever wondered…
What if the most important love is the one you have for yourself?

Is it possible for a shrinking violet to grow?
Molly, a bumbling thirty-something single florist with issues, certainly hopes so.
With her health, happiness, and possibly her sanity hanging in the balance, Molly must find a way to silence her inner critic, which sounds uncannily like her mother and just won’t shut up.

This is her personal-growth-whilst-shrinking story, sprinkled with toils of weight loss, dredging dates, flowering friendship and blooming self-discovery.

As Molly discovers the path to personal growth is no bed of roses, will she blossom or will she wither?

NB This book is a stand-alone.
Suitable for 18+ due to mature content
Mascara warning; may cause tears of sadness and/or laughter

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Chapter 1 – The Wedding

The bride looks resplendent as she wafts down the aisle like a drifting cloud, but a stone plummets into the deep well of my stomach.

No, I’m not the bride, I’m over here. Cooee! See me waving my hand? No, back further, in the…1, 2, 3…17th row on the bride’s side.

I’m sandwiched between two very fat people. Really, I’m big myself, but I expect other fatties to have respect for one another’s parameters. Too many parts of our bodies are touching, and I’m really not comfortable with that.

Yes, here I am. Hello, my name’s Molly. Pleased to meet you. I’m sorry it’s not under better circumstances.

‘But you’re at a wedding,’ I hear you cry, ‘Surely this is a time of merriment and celebration?’ Well, not this one. Before I launch into vitriol, I’d like to point out that I’m not normally this bitter. But today’s one massive ordeal, and we’ve not even got to the vows yet.

This bridezilla really takes the biscuit. She, who also answers to the name Amelia, contacted me a mere two weeks ago to call in a favour, as her florist let her down. Those were her words. But having worked on this wedding, I think the woman in white stamped her foot once too often and the florist quite rightly decided it simply wasn’t worth it.

I’m not even sure which favour Amelia thought I owed her. It’s not like she’s ever done anything for me. We worked together when I had an office job. She thought she ruled the roost even then, despite the fact we were on the same pay grade.

Anyway, stupid gullible me felt some sort of obligation to help out an old…acquaintance. God, I can’t even bring myself to call her a friend. Why did I do this?

I’m a florist. My business is still being built up, but it’s doing OK. I suppose I hoped a big wedding like this might help promote me a bit more. Oh, that sounds horrible, doesn’t it? But really, if she was as great a friend as she insinuated, wouldn’t she have hired me from the outset?

But no, she walked into my little house, armed with her mother. Yes, my business is run from home at the moment. Amelia oozed charm and implored me to come to her aid. What was I to do? I couldn’t say no. Maybe I should’ve, but I couldn’t.

Amelia, who had at best, disregarded my presence before, managed to enlist my services at mates’ rates. Her mother glared icy daggers at me the whole time, daring me to say no. I firmly believe she was disappointed that I didn’t give her an excuse to launch into a torrent of verbal abuse.

Looking around the church I can see just how conned I was. I’m getting virtually nothing for all this work, and yet they don’t seem short of a bob or two. Nothing has been spared anywhere else. That dress alone must have a price tag in the thousands.

That’s not even the worst thing. Do you want to know the most deplorable part of this whole sorry saga? Gyp! She demanded bloody gypsophila in her bouquet. You may know it as baby’s breath. The tiny white fluffy, ridiculous flowers are nothing but fillers used by lazy florists, or ones stuck in the eighties. It’s hideous and smells like cat pee.

I had tried to keep it to a minimum in the bouquet, and hid it as much as possible, but Amelia has only gone and bloody teased it out, so it’s sticking in all directions now. This is my professional reputation here. I’m spitting feathers.

The bridal bouquet contains as many peonies as my limited budget would allow, along with some hydrangeas, sweet peas, and roses; all in white. All designed to disguise the appearance and smell of the gyp.

The bridesmaids’ bouquets have the addition of dusky pink roses for a subtle splash of colour and a touch of elegance. I actually managed to convince Bridezilla that gyp should be in her flowers only, as it would emphasise hers as the important one.

Phew, I’m a sweltering mess here. I daren’t look, but suspect there are pit stains on my dress. My hair is clinging to my face. I tried to sweep my long red hair up into a chignon, but strands have escaped already. It can’t be a good look.

Today is astonishingly hot. Who would have thought that Wiltshire in good old England could produce this on a June day? Maybe Amelia’s parents paid someone so the sun shone down on their precious daughter? Oh now, that really is too bitchy. I apologise. I’m hot, tired and grumpy.

A piece of toast and a cup of coffee has been the gross sum of my fuel as I dashed around like the proverbial fly. It’s beyond lunchtime, and hunger is making itself known with embarrassingly loud moans and groans. My arm is pressed against my stomach in an attempt to hush it.

Oh hang on, we’re rising to our feet like good parishioners to sing a wholesome hymn. What a joke. I doubt Amelia’s been in a church since she was christened. If you’re not religious you shouldn’t get married in a church. It just seems rude, doesn’t it?

My mouth silently opens and closes like I’m some sort of fish. My singing tends to hurt people’s ears, and I find hymns particularly challenging. Why are they all written in an odd key, which seems more suited to dolphins? I’m miming out of respect and compassion for the people around to me, who clearly don’t share my good manners.

I really hope there’s canapés upon arrival at the reception. Passing out seems increasingly likely in this heat if I don’t manage to eat something soon.

Pardon? Oh, why am I attending the wedding? Well, obviously I wouldn’t usually. But Amelia claimed acquaintance, and begrudgingly offered. She thought she was being polite, fulfilling the social obligation in return for putting someone out. But she had drilled my prices down so much, and raised my hackles to such high levels that I actually accepted.

To my shame, I’m here for the free food. I wanted to get some sort of return on my investment. And yes, I thought I may hand out some business cards too. Does this make me a bad person? Don’t answer that. I’m really not coming across well here.

I’ll be honest. I’m also hurting for other reasons. A plus one was supposed to be accompanying me today, but Nigel the wanker dumped me yesterday. Who does that? He actually dumped me the day before we were supposed to attend a wedding. What a cock!

So, my eyes are all red and puffy after I sobbed my heart out yesterday, whilst trying to create flower arrangements for happy brides. I’m sure that’s not a good omen for the couples today. Having ‘jilted person tears’ on their flowers can’t be good, can it? I really hope I haven’t unwittingly cursed them.

Nigel and I had been dating for a few months, and I thought it was going well. He was certainly coming round to my little house quite frequently. My house used to belong to my grandmother, by the way. I’m the only grandchild, and as my parents already have a house she left hers to me in her will. I really miss her, and would happily swap my house for her return.

Oh, now I’m sad about my grandmother and my breakup. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, quick…summer meadows, bees, butterflies. Lalala.

My body is getting squished and jostled as we all try to take our seats again. The happy couple are certainly popular. The church is bursting with people. It’s not a big church, but it’s still impressively full. You’d be forgiven for thinking it was a society wedding. It’s very fancy, and the guests all seem well-heeled. Apart from me, obviously.

Amelia really does look beautiful; the perfect bride. The long flowing gown, complete with lace detail which compliments her alabaster skin. Her long blonde hair is perfectly quaffed and supports her cathedral length veil effortlessly. Her train drapes behind her like a silky cascade as she turns to her equally beautiful almost-husband.

He looks like he was on the rowing team. He is incredibly tall, well-built and has the tan and blond hair that you can only get by being outside a lot. Perhaps he’s a sailor? Owns his own yacht, or something.

What a gorgeous young pair they make, still in their twenties, in the prime of life. Their children will be beautiful too. And they’ll all live happily ever after in the perfect house.  A happy sigh escapes my mouth as I dream of their happy future. See, I can be nice.

I have to confess I’m more than a little jealous. They’ve got it all made. They’re there. They’ve won at the game of life. Me? I’m all alone again, back to square one. I must’ve landed on a snake whilst they rolled a six and landed on a ladder. It’s not their fault. I don’t blame them. Of course I don’t. I just wish it was me standing at that altar.

Each year seems to be flying past at breakneck speed. Thirty-four has crept up on me by stealth. How am I not married yet? Most of my old friends are, and have children too.  I say old friends, as they seem to drift off once they give birth. I suppose there’s a camaraderie between new mums. They seek each other out, desperate to find someone else who is struggling to cope with motherhood.  It makes sense.

Aww, they’re saying their “I do’s”. Tears prick the corners of my eyes as the couple gaze at each other lovingly.

“I, Amelia Wilson, take thee Richard Tomkinson to be my lawful wedded husband,” she parrots the priest.

Priest? Vicar? I don’t know. I told you I’m not religious. Anyway, the bloke in robes standing up the front is saying words and she’s repeating them. It’s very traditional and very sweet.

The choir bursts into action again as the important people gather round to sign the register. The singers are really very good, and their melody is softly hypnotic. My tension may actually be being soothed. My shoulders are starting to shrink away from my earlobes.

As others begin to crowd round the newlyweds with their cameras and phones, I take the opportunity to stroll towards the door.

“Are you alright?” a rather lovely usher asks me.

“Oh, I’m fine. Just getting a bit of fresh air.”

“It is a bit stifling, isn’t it? Mind if I join you?”

“It’s a free country.” Honestly, I’m smiling as I say this. I’m being cheeky, not rude.

We stroll through the arched door and into blazing, bright sunlight. The usher leads the way to a lovely bit of shade under a large tree.

“Mind if I smoke?” he asks.

“Not if you throw one my way,” I reply, rather saucily.

What? I’ve had a very stressful day.

I’m liking this chap. He may be a little young for me, but he’s quite pleasing on the eye and has lovely manners. He’s poked a cigarette out of the packet, and freely offers it up.

Oh, my heart skips a beat as he leans in to light it for me. I get just enough time to inhale his fresh, clean smell before the lit cigarette’s smoke takes over. I hope to hell that my body odour didn’t reach his nose in exchange.

Our gazes do not lock, the choir inside cannot be heard from here and so they do not serenade us. He’s average height, dark hair, nice looking and slightly tubby, but still miles out of my league.  He’s simply being nice, humouring me.

My back leans against the tree trunk as I inhale deeply and puff out smoke, like the dragon I am. Well, I am a fiery redhead.

“I’m Luke by the way,” the usher says on an exhale, interrupting the silence I was enjoying.

“Hi. I’m Molly. Thanks for this. I needed it after my morning.”

“It’s been a busy day.”

“It really has. I’ve been rushing around like the proverbial fly. I apologise if I look a complete state.”

My rather dull conversation is interrupted by the church organ piping up.

“Oops, duty calls,” Luke half apologises, as he walks briskly back inside.

I’m quite happy to remain under this tree. It’s cooler, and I can still see the bride as she comes out. It’s not like she wants me spoiling her photos anyway. They’re all posing in groups outside the picturesque church.

Nobody bothers me. I doubt they even notice. They’re all preoccupied with jostling into family units and smiling for the camera. It’s organised chaos, but Amelia is smiling like a cat who’s got the cream. I suppose she has.

It’s such a happy scene. There’s elbow nudging, people rushing round, the photographer shouting orders, and it’s all wrapped up in laughter. Just as a wedding should be.

Sneaking across to my van, I make my getaway, wanting to check on the table arrangements before everyone arrives at the reception.

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TL Clark is a British author who stumbles through life as if it were a gauntlet of catastrophes.
Rather than playing the victim she uses these unfortunate events to fuel her passion for writing, for reaching out to help others.

She writes about different kinds of love in the hope that she‘ll uncover its mysteries.

Her loving husband (and very spoiled cat) have proven to her that true love really does exist.

Writing has shown her that coffee may well be the source of life.

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#MidWeekTease – Birthday Surprise – Unorthodox Union #BDSM

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How do you do, teasers?

I had another pretty intense workout weekend and I’m getting closer to the finishing line every day. I’m currently at nearly 77k of Unorthodox Union. If things keep going so well I should be near the end next Wednesday.

That must be the most intense writing month I’ve ever had, usually, such a book would take me two to three months. I must be growing my writer’s muscles.

Anyway, I have one of the sweet moments of the book today with a little twist in the end.

Unorthodox Union is the final installment of the Unorthodox Trilogy and should come out in the Fall of 2018. Book 1 – Unorthodox Therapy and 2 – Unorthodox Chemistry are available on Amazon.

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(Don’t judge the book by its cover, this one is temporary.)

LINA

That was when I noticed a crisp white note, left discarded on top of the crumpled sheets. I recognized Thomas’ confident, clean handwriting but it took me about a minute of rubbing my eyes and blinking before I could make out the content of the letter.

Good morning tigress,
I hope you slept well. You were so deeply into a dreamland that I didn’t have the heart to wake you up. Did you enjoy your surprise last night?

Smug bastard. I could imagine his smirk while he was scribbling those lines.

Take your time, take a shower, have some breakfast if you want. There are pancakes, cereal and coffee in the kitchen.

What? He actually had the energy to wake up so much earlier than me, make breakfast and coffee and write coherently? Fuck me… No, actually don’t, not today.

When you refresh yourself, please, come down to the dungeon.

Oh, no, no, no. Don’t even dream of that, buddy. After yesterday and all the pounding my poor body took I was ready to put on the damned chastity belt myself if that would save me from more kinky games.

I wish I was there to see the angry look on your face when you read these lines. No worries, pet, I don’t think I can handle more sex either.

That made me sign in relief and smile a little. It wasn’t that difficult to predict I’d want to take it easy with sex on that Sunday. Still, he knew me so well.

Remember how I told you that I have a special birthday surprise for you? Last night was only the preview. If you’re curious about it, I’ll be waiting for your downstairs.
I can’t wait to see your reaction.
Xxx

I laid down on the bed and pressed the note to my chest. What could he have in mind? For some bizarre reason, I felt giddy as if it was a Christmas morning. The fatigue was still clouding my mind and slowing my movements down. After ages of laying down and gathering my strength, I raised myself with an effort and some wincing and walked to the bathroom with a slight limp. How sore I was, how well used and wasted.
An adorable sensation.
It was only when the shower blasted sprays of warm water down my tired body that I was awake and alert enough. The memory of one significant detail from last night resurfaced in my mind and I gasped in horror.

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