Daily Prompt: Flame

 

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Prompt word: #Flame

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The harsh steel of the chains was digging into his skin yet he chose to ignore them. All the discomfort, tension and the pain in his right eye were a mild nuisance, a flesh wound. They had nothing on the bitter taste in his mouth.
That familiar flame of rage was choking him in a worse way than the heavy collar she had put on. Tears were rolling down his cheeks and he was powerless to stop them or at least wipe them to save some dignity.
His Mistress reappeared from the bathroom in nothing but a satin robe. That magnificent posture, golden eyes and auburn veil that cascaded down her shoulders made the flame inside him white hot… and just one scowl of disapproval threw him back in the pit of despair.
“You disobeyed me.” How was it possible that a voice as deep and soft as the richest velvet could hurt worse than the steel of the knife?
“Yes, Mistress.” He uttered and clenched his fists. It was a struggle to look straight into her face as she demanded. The painful longing was even stronger than the fire.
She’ll leave me. I know it. So many boys wait for their chance with her…
The fire burst in his chest and his flesh winced as the horrific thoughts invaded his mind.
“You knew how our relationship would be from the very start.” She ran a nail down his chest and narrowed her eyes. “… and yet tonight you acted like you had rights over me. You completely lost control, you got into a fight and disrespected me in public.”
“I’m sorry, Mistress…” He bit his tongue and tried to evoke a wave of calm over his frenzy mind. “I get crazy when I see you with him. He has no right to…”
“… and who are you to decide who has right over anything?” She sighed with exasperation. “I knew it I made a mistake with you.”
The experienced sadist that she was his Mistress always knew how to unleash a thousand invisible whips with just a few words.
He gritted his teeth and looked down, trying not to show the wound in his gaze.
“I’m sorry, Mistress, I know I was never good enough but…”
“It’s not that.” She cut him off and lifted his head with one smooth movement. Her cinnamon scent overwhelmed him. “Quit your pity party. I’d never pick you if I thought you weren’t good enough. You just have too much fire in here…” Her lips were tantalizingly close. “That flame needs to be tamed and I’m no longer sure I’m the right person for the job.”
That silky touch was killing him and at that moment he almost hated her.
“I should let you go…” His Mistress whispered. For the first time, he could catch notes of melancholy in that melodic voice. “There is just one problem, little one.”
He stared at her intensely and swallowed. His death sentence was waiting for him.
“… I can’t.”

Be My Guest On Tuesday: Virgin Mate and Tia Didmon

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Lucy Michaels, is about to realize her dream of becoming an international photographer, when an attack from a rogue cougar-shifter triggers her physical transformation to a species the world doesn’t know exists. As voraciously unstable appetites emerge, Talen Cascade, the sexy shifter who rescued her, embarks on a mission to integrate her into the ways of his clan and satiate her rising hunger.

While the rogue shifter continues to pursue Lucy, Talen discovers an unseen foe is hunting and experimenting on his species. Although Talen is convinced that Lucy is his true mate, only she can decide whether she belongs to him or the man who claimed her.

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When he didn’t answer, she turned onto her back. “Talen. What else is going to happen?” He sighed. “Every time a section of your body reshapes your… heat will increase until you finally shift.” “Heat? Are you kidding? I’m not an animal!” she shouted. His eyes darkened. “You will be.”

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#MidWeekTease – The End Of A Marriage Strangers In The Night

MWTease15Hey teasers, how is life treating you? My muse came back and I keep on working on the NaNo project I started at the beginning of April. It really is getting bigger as I constantly get new ideas as I go along the stories and that leads to an increased word count. Oh, well, I guess I’ll do a lot of trimming while I’m editing.

I just finished The Star and today I’ll start working on The Pet. Today’s teaser is from the last chapter of The Star and it deals with a rather painful episode from Veronica’s backstory. If you’re triggered by emotional abuse and manipulation you’d better skip it. I’m pretty happy with how it turned out as it explains a lot about her and I hope it ended up somehow poignant.

The Star is Vol. II of the Strangers In The Night Series. The covers might change by the time I publish the books.

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When I creaked the door open Peter was there indeed… and he was arranging his clothes in an open suitcase. The sight of him carefully folding his shirts and dress pants disturbed me more than anything I endured that night.

W-what is going on?” I asked, so foolish, so naive, barely able to stand on my feet out of pain.

I’m going to a hotel for the time being.” He said matter-of-factly as if we had discussed that ages ago and I knew his plans. “You have until the rest of the month to move out until I set the divorce in motion.

Divorce? You-you’re leaving me?That was the final straw and I just collapsed on the floor, unable to catch my breath.

What does it look like to you, Veronica?” He hissed, pointed at the suitcase and gave me such a look as if I was something he stepped on.

Peter, that’s insanity.” I cried in a pitiful, small voice. A frozen hand was choking me by the throat and I swallowed hard. I gripped the leash that was still hanging from my neck. “Why? Because of tonight? I… I just wanted to bring some spice into our relationship, I never thought it’d… backfire. We never have to do it again.”

Peter kept that same look of resentment and shook his head.

Baby, I… I love you, please, don’t throw our marriage away because of one mistake. You’re the only one for me… For hell’s sake, we’ve been together for seven years. I’m sorry that…

He sighed and put another shirt in the suitcase before he slammed it closed. The sound of its zipper terrified me with its finality. No, no, that wasn’t happening, it was a nightmare.

It’s not that easy to fix, Veronica.” Peter leaned against the bed and stared at me with a mixture of disgust and regret. “I just… can’t get over it. I begged you to stop that slutty show but you were like a bitch in heat, you wouldn’t listen. Do you know why I chose to marry you?”

The way that horrific evening was going I knew it was something I wouldn’t want to hear. Peter seemed to feed on my debasement as he barely paused. He picked me up by the shoulder and dragged me before the full-sized mirror.

My shoulders were shaking as he kept with his tirade.

When I met you I thought you were so innocent and pure.His shoulders sagged and he looked down with a sad sigh. You were a radiant, beautiful girl, someone I could imagine building a life and a respectable relationship with. I should have known better than to let you fool me.

What?My body was shaking harder at each word of his. “How did I ever fool you? I was honest with you from the very start.”

Peter sighed again in defeat.

It’s not entirely your fault, I… I ignored so many red flags that showed the kind of woman you really were. I should have ditched you the moment you told me you weren’t a virgin.”

I got up, faster than I thought I could walk and slapped his face. Peter was even faster to grab me by the wrist.

How dare you! After all, I’ve done for you…

Oh, are you offended?” He turned me to face the mirror. “Then you shouldn’t have acted like a whore. Fuck it, Veronica, you are my wife… or at least you were. We had a relationship built on trust and respect. You were supposed to be the mother of my children.

Please, don’t…I sobbed. No matter how angry I was I didn’t want him to leave, I was dying on the inside.

How the hell can I let you have my children when I know how depraved you are?” He tugged my hair back and pulled the leash. “That you are nothing more than some desperate slut? How can I let you kiss my children with that mouth…”

He squeezed my lips and forced them open. The whole time he was eying me with disgust and made sure I didn’t miss it.

“… when you had sucked my cock with it, when you had cum all over your breath and face. You really thought I’d enjoy that pathetic display you put on for me?

Peter ripped my corset and tossed it on the floor. I was staring with a numb horror as my whole life was falling apart in the reflection.

How could I ever think you were a woman worthy of respect? I won’t be surprised if you lied to me about how many guys you slept with… was it just that one time, Veronica? Were you screwing around under my nose in college?”

Peter, why are you doing this?” I sobbed and closed my eyes as I tried to keep the tears. “Why are you so cruel, you knew how much I love you, I worshiped the ground you were walking on. I’d never cheat on you… Please, come back to your senses.”

He sighed with irritation as if he was trying to explain something to a painfully slow student. Peter remove his hand from my hair and walked back to his suitcase. I crumpled down on my feet again.

There’s nothing more to discuss, Veronica. I can’t keep being married to a woman like you.” A hesitation crept up in his voice while he was picking it up. “I… I really thought you were different. That I could trust you and cherish you. You turned out to be just another dirty whore… like all of them.”

Before he walked out the door Peter hammered another nail in my coffin. He crossed the distance between us and picked up my chin, forcing me to look in his eyes.

You’re damaged goods. No self-respecting man would ever want to date or marry a fallen trash like you. The things you enjoy…” He winced. “You might have a future with some asshole who’d use you for your holes while they’re still tight… but that’s what you’ll ever be. Just a submissive piece of meat. I regret the day I met you.”

His heavy footsteps as he retreated from me and went for the door, with suitcase in hand, would haunt my dreams, I was sure. He left me so numb I could no longer react. It was too much.

Goodbye, Veronica. My lawyers will get in touch with you.”

I spent the rest of the night curled on the floor, staring at an invisible spot on the wall, in the dark, naked and catatonic.

The hours of the loneliest night of my life were dragging… and I doubted that the dawn will ever surface for me.

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Be My Guest On Tuesday: Angelica Dawson and the Beginning

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It’s a beautiful May Tuesday morning and I start the month with a very special guest. Please, meet Angelica Dawson, an author of sensual, beautiful prose, creator of the Blue Moon House paranormal series, a collaborator in a bunch of anthologies (the latest of them is called Once Upon A Twisted Time and is coming out today) and the lady behind MidWeekTease. She agreed to stop by my place and present The Beginning, Book 8 of her novel of the Blue Moon series. It’s coming out on May 15th but you can pre-order it as early as today.

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Sophia is on the run. A newly reborn vampire, she finds herself alone after an attack on her home. Running across Europe, she seeks a place to hide, and eventually, a place to fit in. She happens upon three adult sisters, orphaned and down on luck. If she can help them succeed, she might find her own success as well.

What would you do to find a family after yours was burned to ash?

How much pain could you stand to help a friend?

Where does a vampire really fit, anyway?

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Sophia heard the horses approaching before Louise did. “Someone is coming.”

“Quick, tell Nicole. She will have to greet them.” Her French turned to mumbling, which Sophia had trouble translating. She understood father, money and home though.

Nicole sat at the writing desk and cursed when the pen scratched across her careful letters. “Sophia! Can’t you—”

“Someone is here.” She had received tongue lashings from Nicole several times, both the verbal and literal varieties. Her hasty entrance and interruption would earn her another. Sophia didn’t worry about it, though. Louise had been urgent when she sent her.

“How do you know?” The quiet clip-clop grew steadily louder until Nicole could hear it for herself. “Claudette, find Louise and return here. Make sure she’s dressed like a lady.” There were many days Louise dressed in rough clothes to help Sophia with chores that required more than one pair of hands. “Embroider, appear as though neither of you has a care. Sophia, come with me.”

Claudette fled to the kitchen while Nicole and Sophia descended the rarely used main staircase and entered the foyer. Sophia had only gotten around to cleaning it twice. She and the sisters used the backdoor from the kitchen.

Nicole touched her hair, earrings, necklace, and smoothed her skirts. Once satisfied she was decent, she nodded to Sophia, who opened the door.

The man on the steps wasn’t well dressed and had mud on his boots and trousers. “Pardon, may I speak with the Baron?”

Nicole stepped forward. “I’m afraid you’ve missed him. He has gone hunting and won’t be back until the day after tomorrow.”

The man’s brow creased. “That’s a long hunt.”

Nicole waved it off. “He likes the harts of the highlands.”

He nodded at that. “They are the best sport. Very well, I have a message for him.” He produced a sealed letter and offered it to Sophia.

Surprised, it took her a moment to put out her hand. Understanding what was required, she carried the letter to Nicole.

“May I impose on you for something to eat? If I leave soon, I can make Lyon before dark, but I’m not supplied for that leg of the journey.”

“Of course. I apologize for not being able to host you. If you follow Sophia, she will see you get what you need.” Nicole remained in the entry as Sophia led the man into the kitchen.

“I have bread baked yesterday.” She took a breath to offer him cold chicken, but the words stalled when he took her hand.

“Is he really hunting?” The young man sported a deep crease in his forehead.

“That is what Mademoiselle said.”

His eyes narrowed and he released her. “Tell them they are very welcome, chaperone or no.”

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Arriving at Stephan’s tiny home, Sophia was relieved to find he, at least, was what she had taken him for, a young man starting off on his own. He released her arm to take her hand and pull her inside. She pretended to stumble and fall into him. He quickly put an arm around her shoulders and kissed her.

His hands didn’t move, but Luke’s did, sliding over her skirt and slowly hiking it up. His rough fingertips seemed to burn as they slid up her leg. He pressed into her from behind, pinning her between himself and Stephan.

Stephan broke the kiss just long enough to say. “You will stop us—”

“Don’t stop,” Sophia gasped, pulling Stephan’s face to her bosom. Luke worked her skirt up and his trousers down. She felt him hard between her buttocks and she rocked into him.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, “and so wet.”

She kissed the top of Stephan’s head and then his ear, nipping it with her sharp teeth to open a small gash that she sucked until it closed. Before it did, the men had manipulated her and her clothing to their advantage, the loose laces of her dress opening for her breasts in front. Stephan held one, his thumb brushing her nipple, while he suckled the other.

Luke wasted no time penetrating her and his thrusts made her breasts bob in Stephan’s hand and face. Her breasts were aflame at the light brushing of his fingertips and lips and she started to squeeze Luke inside her.

Stephan moved his hands lower, taking up her dress where it was bunched and pulling it off entirely. Luke reluctantly let go long enough to remove the garment. Sophia dropped to her feet and then knees, taking Luke in her hand and grabbing for Stephan as soon as he freed himself. She sucked one cock while stroking the other, switching often and reveling in the sounds each man made.

Her own need grew as each man approached his own climax. Luke pulled her up, wrapped her legs around his waist and thrust into her roughly. Her head fell back in ecstasy as he filled her. Stephan’s arm wrapped around under her arms and over her breasts. Her head came to rest on his shoulder as Luke drove his cock in and out of her at a fever pitch. He wouldn’t last long, despite how desperately she wanted him to continue all night.

Stephan kissed and licked along her neck and she closed her eyes, turning her head to put her nose into his hair, under his ear. His cock left a hot sticky trail along her lower back and she knew in a few moments it would be his turn to fill her.

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Angelica Dawson, USA Today best selling Naughty Nights Press author, has been writing for several years and having sex a lot longer than that. Angelica is a wife, mother and environmental consultant. Her love of plants and the outdoors is not diminished by the bloodsucking hoards — mosquitoes and black flies, not vampires.

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Daily Prompt: Ice

 

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Prompt word: #Ice

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I never intended to catch Clarissa in a moment of weakness. It was ludicrous to think she had weak spots or a hint of sensuality. She’s been nothing but a frosty bitch to me from the moment we met. She was simply my best friend’s older sister.

A bitch of epic proportions.

Long blonde strands framed her intelligent face with high cheekbones and diamond blue eyes. Words like daggers escaped those soft lips and never missed their target.

I avoided that blonde devil who never blushed or stuttered like the plague.

My friend had invited me to a sleepover at their summer house on the night that changed everything. It was a sweaty, restless night of heat and icy moonlight that didn’t let me sleep. Finally, I tossed the wet sheets off and sneaked out of Alan’s room. The crisp night breeze and the pool’s cool waters would calm me down.

I was laying on the pool deck chair when she resurfaced like a ghost among the pine trees around the pool.

It was so quiet I could hear the icicles in the metal bowl she was carrying in her delicate hands.

I jumped from the chair and hid behind the nearby bushes.

It was difficult not to marvel at her body’s natural grace and soft silhouette among the shadows. The garden lanterns’ mellow light cast its beams across her platinum curls that cascaded down her elegant shoulders.

Clarissa walked to the pool, picked up one of the cubes and slid it across her cheeks, with closed eyes. The glistening frozen water in her palm was melting. When she laid down on one of the deck chairs, she pushed her swimming suit aside and ran an ice cube across her slit.

What I wouldn’t give to be closer, see her pussy up close, pink and glistening. How would she react if I went out of hiding, walked to her and made her finger herself harder? I’d pick up the cube and drag it across her nipples until she screamed with torture.

Clarissa’s lean thighs quivered in pre-orgasmic convulsion. She finally cried out in a climax, rested on the chair, licked her fingers off the juices and let out a satisfied sigh.

She cleaned after herself and go back to the main house, leaving me rock hard with need.

The next day when I entered the kitchen Clarissa was the only one up. She was having coffee and orange juice and didn’t even respond to my morning greeting.

Gone was the magical nymph who fingered herself to orgasm before my eyes.

“Let me help you,” I said with a goofy grin and took out ice from the fridge.

I dumped the few cubes in her glass.

“I know how you love your drinks… with lots and lots of ice.” I drawled the last word and smirked at her. “Nights can get pretty heated, right, Clarissa?”

She widened her eyes in horror.

I smiled.

It’d be a fun summer.

 

 

 

Daily Prompt: Silk

 

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Prompt word: #Silk

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Triggers: Seduction, femdom

“W-what would you recommend me?”

Her cherry lips curled in mockery when he stuttered that question. The vein on his forehead throbbed and his neck muscles tensed like knots when she stepped closer. The sound of her high heels echoed through the deserted lingerie shop. He squeezed his sweaty palms into fists and stared at the ground.

“Wasn’t there anyone in your life to teach you that it’s impolite not to look at the person talking to you?” The lady’s voice was as smooth as the masterpieces of silk, lace, and satin she sold. It was swirling around his anxious mind and wrapping it in a cocoon of sweet, midnight whispering.

“I struggle with eye contact… I always had.” He mumbled under his breath.

“I’d never guess.” The woman raised one of her eyebrows and tilted her head.

“It’s uncomfortable…” He wiped his palms down the back of his jeans. “Just being here makes me feel like a pervert.”

“Are you so ashamed when you go down on your girlfriend?”

“W-what?” His pale skin was gleaming with sweat under the pale pink light. All color drained from it the moment he heard those words coming out of her gorgeous, ripe mouth.

“If you’re that awkward about picking her lingerie you probably have no idea how to use your tongue.” When the woman leaned in, the oval of her breasts pressed against her blouse. Once again… silk.

That delicate shape entranced him.

The soft clear of her throat made him snap back to reality.

“Now, now, young man…” Her wicked grin revealed a row of pearly whites. “Being shy about eye contact is one thing… but I don’t let just anyone stare at my breasts without permission. Eyes up.”

He raised his trembling chin and gasped. The intense, vivid darkness of her black orbs was sucking him in.

These dark eyes, ripe lips, and a sinful voice sang in tune with all his anxieties.

“Get down on your knees. Right now.”

When he obeyed her command a strange sense of relief went down his hardened flesh. Her cold hands ran through his hair and she gifted him with a warmer smile.

“Good boy. Do you feel better?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Gone was the stutter. He leaned in her palm and kissed it with slowly growing worship.

The darkness in her eyes gleamed when she raised her skirt and exposed her own silk panties, edged with lace.

“When you choose lingerie you must pay attention to the small details.” The lady picked his fingers up and placed them on her mound. “Think of how your fingers will be touching her, how her skin will feel as the silk embraces her hips and thighs… how she will leave her wetness all over it. Do you feel the heat?”

She placed her hand on the back of his neck and pressed him between her thighs.

Once the young man breathed in he closed his eyes and sighed. The silk closed around him.

 

 

#MidWeekTease – The Walk Of Shame Strangers In The Night

MWTease15Hello, my lovelies, I hope you had a great weekend. My muse took it off but now I have her restrained and she’s back on track. I’m progressing slower than expected with Strangers In The Night but I’ll get there, probably by the last third of May. Meanwhile, here’s one teaser of the last chapter of The Star. In this little snippet, my heroine gets pushed even further out of her comfort zone… or maybe not. Read and you’ll find out.

The Star is Vol. II of the Strangers In The Night Series. The covers might change by the time I publish the books.

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Good girl. That’s it, just relax and let me take over. Did you have a good time, V?”

I… I think there’s no word to describe what I’m feeling right now. It’s like I’m in a hyper sexual dream and I’d wake up anytime soon.” I uttered and licked my lips while he was tightening the knot of his tie around my wrists. He stroked my hair with more of that deceptive tenderness before he pulled it so hard I groaned with the way it stung me. My Owner used the long, sweaty strands as reigns to lift me up and display me in an obscene arch. It made my roughened, bruised breasts thrust forward. His fingers continued their tantalizing dance down my spine as he was fixing my position.

Open wider.” He tapped the inside of my thighs and I obeyed even if my knees were shaking so bad it was a miracle how I was still standing up. “Have no doubt, pet, all of that really happened. You are not dreaming and I plan to make you aware of that. If you think I will allow you to hide back in your shell and convince yourself you just had a moment of insanity, you have a very wrong idea.”

I… I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I blinked in confusion. Maybe all the cum was getting to my brain but I felt lighter and more carefree as I was getting used to the butt plug that stretched me and kept me wide open for his use. The tight knot that restrained me and forced me to stay upright felt like a natural part of my body.

Do not worry, little one.” He leaned forward and kissed my lips lightly, still stroking my shoulders and all the way down my spine. “You will find out soon enough. Now walk. You will walk out of the theater like that, in full display, with the cum dripping down your body.”

Are you… serious?” I gasped in shock, too stupefied to make a real protest or get scared about that further debasement. That was an absolute insanity but deep down my insatiable cunt clenched with excitement.

Do you doubt me, little one? You think I would not dare to flaunt your delicious body for all the perverts in that building? If someone is interested I might even let them fuck you right there at the entrance or on the street.His low chuckle brought more tingles, this time at my sensitive earlobe. “Just remember I will punish you every time we are delayed.”

That is not entirely fair…” I moaned as he kissed my neck. “You’re just looking for excuses to punish me.”

Oh, trust me, I do not need any excuses… and I know how much you crave punishments. Now let’s go. Walk with your head held high. You will get five canes strikes every time you attempt to hide your face in your hair. Walk like one proud whore, do you understand?”

My Owner didn’t wait for reply. He simply grabbed my hair harder and pushed me gently to the path between the rows.

Wait.” I called out, turned to him and wiggled in my restraints. He stopped and raised an eyebrow but didn’t say a word and left me speak. I sank teeth in the soft, bruised flesh of my bottom lip before I uttered in an innocent voice. “We forgot my dress, I’d really like to keep it.”

Don’t worry about that.” My Owner waved his hand dismissively. I wondered with amusement what would happen to the poor dress if we left it behind. It was probably stained with cum and my own fluids. “I can buy you the same dress and have it delivered.”

Yes but… I’d like to keep it. Please?” I whispered and leaned forward to make my breasts sway.

Interesting.He uttered and looked at me with more of that amused curiosity that always lit up his gaze. “You are more worried about your dress than that I will parade you naked and soaked in three men’s cum? That anyone and everyone will see you like the porn star that you are?

Um…I was surprised that I didn’t feel the rush of embarrassment creep up my entire body, that I didn’t blush like an innocent maiden. “I really like that dress.”

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Be My Guest On Tuesday: Tabitha Black and Denial

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It’s Tuesday again and I have the delightful Tabita Black here with me. She’s inviting you on a journey in Sir Simon’s resort… where dark and sexy collide. Denial is the second book in her BDSM series, His Empire.

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No man had ever had the capacity to reduce her to a puddle of delirious pleasure with just one expert fingertip the way he could. Shanna only wants to explore her kinky fantasies. She gets much more than she bargained for.

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Blurb:

Disobey Sir Simeon’s rules at your own peril…

After finally finishing her degree, Shanna is rewarding herself with a holiday at Sir Simeon’s exclusive lifestyle resort, Nox Oasis. She can’t wait to finally experience some of the kinky things she’s only ever read about.

All work and no play is making Cavill frustrated but he takes his job as dungeon monitor very seriously. So when he’s forced to rescue a new guest from unwelcome advances, the last thing on his mind is to take her for himself.

But lust can so easily turn into more, and Shanna is irresistible.

Meanwhile, Sir Simeon has discovered the deception of two of his favorite employees and the consequences could be devastating…

Publisher’s Note: This steamy romance includes elements of power exchange. While it can be enjoyed as a standalone, we recommend also reading book one: Restraint.

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So this is it. Sir Simeon’s kinky amusement park. I wonder what the next two weeks will bring? Anticipation made Shanna’s heart pound as she walked along the white pebbled pathway which ran between several signposts and small buildings. Various signs fired her imagination along the way; ‘The Wet Room,’ ‘The Clinic,’ ‘The Sorey Hole,’ ‘The de Sade Experience.’ Deciding to definitely explore that one—which was set up like a ghost train—at a later time, she instead followed an arrow to ‘The Little Turret.’ The building was like a perfect miniature version of a medieval castle turret, and her heart only began to beat faster as she walked along the small, fake drawbridge which led between the crenellated grey walls which cordoned this building off from the rest of the park.

The moment she pushed open the door, she could hear it: a rhythmic smacking sound, punctuated with howls, cries and promises to be good.

Shanna hesitated. There were obviously people playing inside, and as much as she wanted to take a peek, she didn’t want to disturb anyone. Then again, if they didn’t want to be disturbed, guests could always play in the privacy of their private suite, couldn’t they?

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His Adam’s apple bobbed as he took a long swallow of beer. “How long are you here for?”

“Two weeks. You?”

He gave her a mysterious smile. “For as long as it takes.”

“To do what?” she couldn’t resist asking.

Josef winked. “To get to know you.”

A small part of her scoffed at how downright cheesy he was being, but she was glad of the attention, and he was easily the most handsome man in the room. Halfway down her second drink, she realized how much fun she was starting to have. “Have you met the infamous Sir Simeon yet?” she said, trying to change the subject.

“Nope. Have you?”

Shanna shook her head. “I’m starting to think he doesn’t really exist. You know, like the Wizard of Oz.”

Josef laughed. “Wouldn’t that be a hoot?”

They both turned as some more people entered the bar. Shanna recognized the brunette receptionist immediately. Hot on her heels was a tall, darkly handsome man with slanting black eyes. “I guess the mixer has officially started now,” she whispered to Josef. Receiving no response, she turned to see he had gone completely still and was watching the new arrivals like a lion stalking its prey. He didn’t take his eyes off either of them.

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One after another, the new Doms introduced themselves and Cav found himself saying, “Welcome to Nox Oasis.”

“It’s great to finally be here.” Red blew out a breath. “The waiting has been the worst.”

“Well, the wait is over now,” Cav said. “You ready for me to show you around?”

All five men nodded.

“I thought we’d start with the park and work our way inside. If there’s a kink—within the law—we cater to it. But this place is still new, so suggestions are welcome.”

“And what is it you do?” Kale said as they left the conference room and headed toward the elevators.

“DM,” Cav said curtly.

“So we’d better suck up to you,” Red said.

As instantly as he’d taken a shine to Kale, Cav found himself disliking Red, who had thick hair dyed a deep, intense scarlet and was wearing far too many rings. “You’ll only have a problem with me if you violate our R.A.C.K. standards,” he said coolly. “Those,” he nodded at the rings, “shouldn’t be worn during a scene, for instance.” He hated how petulant he was sounding but he took his job seriously and didn’t like the way Red seemed to be looking down on him.

“Why not?” Luke asked. He himself was more the farmer boy type; hair the color of wheat, a broad, open face, and not an accessory to be seen anywhere on him.

“Rings can cut the skin,” Cav said, leading them out of the elevator, through the lobby and out into the punishing heat. “Regardless of what you’re doing—spanking, fingering, fisting—they’re just a needless hazard.”

“Do you ever get used to this humidity?” Jason said, pushing back a lock of thick black hair which had escaped his ponytail. “I can’t get over how hot it is.”

Cav chuckled. “Leather trousers probably aren’t the best wardrobe choice, especially during the daytime.”

“That’s all right, I intend to spend a good deal of time naked,” Stefan interjected.

They all laughed.

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Her face was still buried in his shirt. “Is everyone staring at us?”

His rumbling laugh made him vibrate all over. “No, baby. And even if they were, would you care?”

“Yes.” She hated how small her voice sounded but it was all so much to take in. After months of hiding, fearful of this moment, it had arrived, and he seemed to be almost indifferent to the potential ramifications.

“Well, you shouldn’t. Mine is the only opinion which should matter to you. At least when it comes to things like this.”

His hand crept between her thighs then, and she spread them a little almost without thinking.

“Good girl… still obeying my no panties at work rule.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He found her clit and began to stroke it… up and down, around and around… until her entire body was alight and any other thoughts had vanished from her mind.

“Keep still, baby,” he murmured. “You deserve a reward for being such a good little girl for me. Think you can come without making a sound?”

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Author Bio

USA Today bestselling author Tabitha Black has been writing erotic spanking fiction for over twelve years, mostly in the age-play and historical genres. More recently, she’s discovered the joys of writing more contemporary, darker, edgier books with a greater emphasis on BDSM – one of which, Sharing Silver, was nominated for a Golden Flogger award and won the Spanking Romance Reviews award for best ménage.

Having lived in four countries on three different continents, and been an active participant in her local kinky communities, she likes to “write to discover what she knows.” Her own personal kinks include anything and everything to do with spanking, fireplay, edge play, scarification, age-play, and too many more to count. Some girls like wood, some adore leather, but Tabitha is partial to big, shiny, ornate knives… nothing else makes her quite as weak at the knees.

She lives in Europe with her Daddy/Sir, and a lilac cat who likes to sneeze in her face.

Tabitha loves getting mail, so if you want to drop her a line, please do so at tabitha_black@hotmail.com. You can also check out her website here, follow her on Twitter @BlushingTabitha, Instagram, or join her Facebook page. Thank you for reading!

Don’t miss these other exciting books by Tabitha Black and Blushing Books!

Taken in Hand

Estelana

Summer Camp

Little Tudor Rose

The Abbeyville Way

Conquering Cassia

Silverlake Priory Series:

Educating Eva, Book One

The Red Petticoat Saloon Series:

Sapphire’s Surrender

His Empire Series:

Restraint – Book 1

Denial – Book 2

Masters of the Castle Series:

Fulfilling Her Fantasy

Sharing Silver

Anthologies:

Confessions of a Spanking Author

Hero To Obey

The Dark Forest

Little Victorian Ladies

When the Gavel Falls

Daily Prompt: Spring

 

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Rules: Feel free to join my daily prompt challenges by writing a story of 500 words or less centered around the prompt word. If you write it on your own blog, please, link back to mine. My main playground is erotica and romance but you can write your story in any genre.

Prompt word: #Spring

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Triggers: Fluff, romance. (I mean, given my standards that could pass as romance, I guess.) Mentions of drug abuse, cutting, and miscarriage.

 

“It’s getting late, can I at least walk you to the bus station?”

Ann was putting her old spring coat when his smooth, honey-like voice caressed her ear.

It was Wednesday, a notoriously slow night for Pulp, the bar where she was singing three times a week, between her music tutoring at the local college. That gig hardly helped her pay even half of the rent or her cat’s food.

Ann looked at his handsome face and charming smile. He always offered to accompany her to her place. She always said no. He’d still resurface every evening with the same hope in his eyes. The same quiet and caring request.

She fastened her belt and hid behind her veil of caramel hair.

“Why do you ask when you know the answer?”

He shrugged.

“I always tell myself it’ll be the last time. Then I hear your siren voice.” He reached out to touch her. Ann didn’t shy away and bit her tongue when his long fingers stroked her wrist.

“It’s just a walk, Ann. I love it when you’re around. It calms me to hear you sing and feel your presence. I want to keep it for a little longer.”

She stared down at her old shoes, focused the quiet creaks of the wooden floor.

“I can’t believe you actually heard me sing over that band’s racket.”

“That’s why I love it. It’s the highlight of my shift.” He rested a hand on her shoulder and used the same smooth voice that made women order more cocktails. “I adore spring nights in the city and… I want to share them with you.”

“I’m not sure I can offer much to anyone anymore,” Ann uttered.

“… you’re wrong.” His caress was a petal sliding down her body.

“I’m a failed singer, divorced and I barely make the ends meet.”

“You keep coming back to that place even if it’s a dirty hole with an awful band because you can do what you love. You haven’t given up. Also, Ann…”

He pulled her closer.

“I’m not a perfect golden boy who never took a wrong step.” He pulled the sleeve of his shirt to reveal a round, ugly scar at the crook of his elbow. “I’ve been clean for a year but this little token will never fade away. Still…”

Ann shivered when he reached out to touch her lips.

“I won’t let that define me. So… Would you accept that walk after you know my dirty secret? If you say no, I won’t ask ever again.”

Ann lifted her long skirt, parted her legs and ran fingers down the row of healing cutting scars that marred her creamy inner thigh.

“I… after I had my miscarriage…”

He stopped her and pulled her skirt down before he kissed her.

“You can always tell me later. We’d better keep track on each other.”

Half an hour later they walked out of the bar and the light spring rain enveloped them in its gentle embrace.

#MidWeekTease – You Will Only Benefit

MWTease15Hello and welcome to another fabulous Wednesday with #MidWeekTease. Special thanks to the lovely Angelica Dawson for organizing that prompt. I continue with the work on my little NaNo project named Strangers In The Night. I won’t be able to finish it by the end of April but it will be done over the next couple of weeks. The first novella, The Challenge, is already finished. The teaser I’m giving to your attention today is from Book 2, The Star, in which my heroine asks her stranger to take her to a notorious filthy adult theater. Once they arrive they instantly attract the attention of three men. I’m pretty proud with how that scene turned out and I hope you’ll appreciate it too.

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“No.” My Owner’s voice was calm as he got up from his seat and stood behind me. “No touching… yet.” I trembled when he took my wrists and pulled them away from my body. He straightened my back and ordered me quietly to keep the position. Before I could even think of protesting his fingers were already caressing my nipple as the men stared at him with anger.

What kind of game was he playing?

“What do you mean, no touching?” The blond stepped closer and glared at him with hostility. “Listen what, man, you can’t just bring a gorgeous fuck toy like that in a fucking porn theater, flaunt her juicy tits and ass and expect not to share.”

The boy with the glasses squirmed in discomfort and shoved his hands down the pockets of his jeans. The black haired man growled with his low, threatening voice.

“We have rules in here. We can always take her whether you like it or not.”

A chill of fear rushed through me and once again I thanked my logical side for preventing me from coming here by myself before. My Owner must have felt my tension because he whispered in my ear in a calming voice.

“Relax, V, I know what I am doing. You are under my protection.”

Then he turned to them, smiling, polite and unabashed by their obvious threats and ferocious glares.

“I never said I planned to keep her to myself. You’re more than welcome to join us… but I expect you to do it at my pace.”

“Why the hell should we do that?” The blond man narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists harder. “I don’t follow orders by some asshole in a suit who thinks he’s better than us.”

I shivered even harder and tried not to show how much they intimidated me. My Owner ran his fingers across my folds, teased them playfully and kept talking to the men in the same friendly way, with a warm, honey-like voice.

So seductive.

“Because you will only benefit from it. She agreed to be my whore tonight and she’ll do whatever I tell her with the four of us without complaining. However…” He grabbed me by the hair, arched my neck and fondled my breasts in full view of the horny men. “… she is also a lady, a lady in need to be taken care of very well. I put her pleasure in the first place.”

“Oh, we’ll pleasure her, all right.” They grinned with evil eyes while watching me. Their hard, horny eyes devoured me with an untamed lust, so different from my Owner’s calm domination. “We’ll fill all her whore holes with cum.”

“She’s been neglected for too long so I want her to cum at least a few times from foreplay.”

“Foreplay?” They spat the word out with such disgust and stared at him in confusion.

“Yes… I’ll eat her out until she screams while you play with her tits. You liked them quite well, didn’t you? Why not pay them more attention before you fuck her brains off? After she has had her pleasure she’ll be a slave of your cocks.”

“We’re gonna fuck her anyway…” The black haired guy said but he sounded a lot more insecure now.

“True. But trust me. A pleasured slave is even more ravenous and willing to serve than a forced one. She will go full nymphomaniac on you if you make her cum first and do not stop until she is soaked.” My Owner pushed his thumb deep inside me and touched my magic spot before the blond man had the chance to protest. He moved your thumb in a circle against it. I screamed out and squeezed my folds around it. “I already fucked her twice tonight and she still wants more. Some women get tired after they had gotten themselves off. This one’s just getting started. So… do you accept to help me satisfy her my way?”

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