Bound To Them by Peyton Brittany Clarke-His Tone Left No Room For Argument #Spanking #RomanceNovel #Cowboys #BDSM #Menage

Excerpt

He went to the wall beside the closet and grabbed the spanking chair. He set it in front of the bed and sat down.

“Over my knees,” he said. His tone left no room for argument.

She gracefully went to him and lay over his lap ass up. Her movement was a like a lily floating on a pond. Natural, fair, and where it truly belonged.

“Safe word?” he asked.

“Crimson.”

“My love is here to give you pleasure, mixed with sensual pain, but never to damage or hurt you. I will mark you, and you will feel as well as see my passionate desire for you.”

She whimpered. “Please, Master.”

“Please what, flower? What do you need me to do, this?”

“Your sub requests your sweet touch.”

He opened his hand and squeezed and kneaded her bottom. His dick was hard and pushed against his pants, giving him pleasurable pain. Unable to wait any longer, he brought his hand down against her

ass. 

Slap. He smacked her soft and round bottom. It was pillowy against his palm. Every time his hand made contact with it, his mind swam. He slapped it again. Another loud slap echoed in the room.

And then another. Each time he hit a different spot.

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Their Colorado Conquest by Zara Chase-She Fell In Love And Gained Two Protective Doms #RomanceNovel #BDSM #SpankingRomance #Menage

Five friends, one basket of sex toys. How to win it? By telling the sexiest story.

[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, spanking, erotic asphyxiation, sex toys, HEA]


Blurb

Ellie Kirkwood takes a job as publicist at a renovated hotel in Spirit, Colorado. She’s peeved to find that Josh Cooper, the guy who broke her best friend’s heart, owns the place. Still, she needs this job so she’ll just have to get over herself.

Josh’s partner, Rex Moore, maintains that Josh wasn’t responsible for the breakup with Annabel, but Ellie knows better. She puts her animosity to one side as she works to publicize the hotel. Josh and Rex are real hunks. Perhaps a charity auction with the two of them as the star prize?

Ellie is shocked by Annabel’s determination to exact revenge on Josh but isn’t prepared to sit back and let the dreams of the two guys she’s fallen for be shattered by a vindictive woman…

Note: The books in this series share an external story arc. Though not mandatory, we highly recommend reading the books in sequential order.
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STORY EXCERPT

“Ellie?” Josh half rose from his chair. “What the—”

“You,” she said accusingly at the same time, barely able to believe her eyes.

Ellie stepped into the room, her insides churning with anger as she gazed into the eyes of the man who had unceremoniously dumped her best friend, almost at the altar, and disappeared into the sunset.

“Am I missing something?” the other man in the room asked, his words cutting through the electric atmosphere. Ellie and Josh ignored him and continued to glare at one another. “Excuse me, earth to Josh. What the hell’s going on? I take it you two know one another.”

“You could say that,” Josh responded curtly.

“I’ve obviously made a mistake.” Ellie turned toward the door. “I can’t work with you.”

“You have no choice,” Josh said. “You already signed the contract.”

Ellie tossed her hair and treated him to a belligerent glare. “Only because I had no idea you were behind this scheme. How was I supposed to know that you grew up in Spirit?”

“Glad to know the gossip machine continues to thrive,” he said caustically.

“It doesn’t matter where I heard that. All that counts is that you and I can’t work together. Frankly, I’m surprised you’d even want to.”

“Sometimes I surprise myself. Rise above your personal feelings, sweetheart, and be professional. There’s no time to find anyone else.”

“I’m not your sweetheart, thank God. Show me some respect, if you even know the meaning of the word.”

Another heavy silence descended as Ellie and Josh glared at one another, neither willing to look away first. Even though Ellie hated him for what he’d done to Annabel, she couldn’t deny his attractiveness. Over six feet of hard, taut muscle and the powerful aura of a man who was used to getting what he wanted out of life. Yeah, Ellie completely got what Annabel had seen in him. She’d only met him a couple of times when she’d gone to visit Annabel in New York, but she’d never forgotten him. He wasn’t the sort of guy any woman could forget easily, which made it hard for her to accept that he’d treated her college roommate so shabbily. She’d had him pegged as a man of principle. He’d grown up with nothing and had made a success of himself in a very short space of time, driven by ambition and an obvious need to prove himself. Shame he hadn’t learned how to treat people right along the way. Still, wasn’t ruthless disregard for the feelings of others the hallmark of a natural entrepreneur?

He continued to glare at her, an ironic half smile flirting with his lips, as though he found her dilemma amusing. Instead of thinking about her next move, she registered his thick, dirty-blond hair, a little too long, just the way she’d remembered it. It flopped across his brow and touched the collar of his shirt. She felt an irrational desire to push it away from his eyes, as though he was a small child in need of tidying up.

But Josh Cooper wasn’t a child, she reminded herself. He was a dangerously attractive man. She had every reason to think the worst of him, but it seemed she might also have to work with him. Hazel eyes flecked with silver projected annoyance and a superior kind of smug satisfaction that infuriated her. Even so, she was obliged to swallow several times, wondering why her body felt so alive. Why her nipples should tighten and her pussy moisten while crossing swords with a man she actively disliked was a total mystery. It was insanity in its purest form.

“Since you both appear to have been struck dumb,” the other man said, “I’ll introduce myself. I’m Rex Moore, Josh’s business partner. And you, presumably, are Ellie Kirkwood.” Rex stuck out his hand. “Pleased to meet you.”

Ellie took his hand. His long fingers closed about hers, and her sensitized body sizzled with awareness. “Yes, I’m Ellie,” she said shortly, imagining that her face must be washed with color, playing havoc with her freckles. It always happened when she got mad, and right now she literally burned with anger.

“Well, now that we’re all acquainted, why don’t we sit down and talk about this?” Rex suggested. “Whatever this is.”
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ADULT EXCERPT

“Hands above your head, sweetheart.” He shackled her hands and then produced a blindfold. “If you can’t touch or see,” he explained, “your other senses will be greatly enhanced.”

“They feel pretty enhanced already,” she said, making no further objection when he placed the blindfold over her eyes.

“Hardly. To coin a phrase, you ain’t felt nothing yet. Anticipation is the key.”

When she could no longer see what he intended to do, Josh brought a slim vibrator into play. Instead of inserting it in her cunt, he turned it on to a low setting and ran it so gently over her body that she probably wondered what he was touching her with. As it lingered over her nipples, she tensed and then expelled a frustrated sigh. Tantalizing her with the vibrator on one side, he applied his lips to her other nipple and sucked it deep into his mouth, nipping gently at the solid peak. This time she reacted by lifting her hips, as though that would force her breasts further into his mouth. Josh knew that wasn’t what she really wanted. She was becoming increasingly desperate for him to give attention to her sodden pussy. So far he’d only touched it when he spanked her, and he intended for it to remain that way for the time being. This was simply too good to be rushed.

Josh moved the vibrator teasingly across Ellie’s flat stomach and at the same time blew gently on her pubic bone. She screamed.

“I need to come, Josh.” She rubbed her thighs together and twisted what he could see of her features into an agonized scowl. “I’m going crazy here.”

He tapped her outer thighs gently and they immediately parted. “You get to come only when I say you can.”

She made a sound that was a cross between a moan and a giggle. “It was worth a try.”

Josh pushed her legs wider apart and lowered his head. With provoking intent to discover her limits, he sucked on the lips of her pussy, drinking in her freely flowing juices as the tip of his tongue found her clit. It was too much for her, and she thrust her hips upward, screaming his name.

“Josh, I can’t hold it. Shit, I’m gonna—”

Further words became superfluous as she bucked her hips against his mouth and climaxed into it. He sucked the orgasm out of her, pleased to discover that she was uninhibited about her needs. Her body continued to spasm for some time after he removed his lips from her pussy, and a specious smile graced her lips.

“Sorry,” she said in a small voice. “You pushed me too far.”

“I got that part,” he said, grinning inanely. “Now it’s my turn.”

He briefly considered getting her to suck him for a while but dismissed the idea. He’d been told many times that he had iron control in such situations, but right now Ellie had got him in such a state that he wasn’t prepared to put that theory to the test. He reached for a condom, tore the packet open with his teeth, and rolled it down his length. Then he maneuvered into a position above her, supporting his weight on his elbows. The tip of his prick nudged at her cunt, and once again her mobile hips rose up to offer him ingress. He no longer had sufficient control over his own reactions to chastise her for hers.

“Wrap your legs around my waist, honey,” he said gruffly.

As soon as she had done so, he sank into her, and they sighed with shared pleasure. He was big and thick, and her cunt was so goddamned tight that he almost lost it then and there, before he’d even gotten all the way in. How gauche would that seem? She closed about him, welcoming him inside like they’d performed this dance a thousand times before.

“You feel that, babe?” he asked breathlessly. “It’s just amazing.”

“Yes, I feel it. You’re splitting me in two.”

“I’m hurting you?” He made to withdraw, but her legs tightened around his waist and kept him in place.

“No, you’re just filling me, which is what I need. Fuck me, Josh. I need to feel you fuck me hard. Don’t treat me gently.”

“Music to my ears.” Josh slammed himself all the way home. He’d forgotten to ask her if she minded it rough. He’d obviously been right to assume that she didn’t. “Let me fill you. Tell me how it feels.”

“You’re right about the hands and blindfold,” she said, panting as she lifted her hips to keep pace with the increasing tempo of his thrusts. “Even my sense of smell is enhanced.”

“Uh-huh.”

“In a good way,” she said, giggling. “I shall always associate the aroma of sex with you from now on.”

“You make this sound like a one-off.”

“Stop talking and save your energy to fuck me,” she said on an anguished sigh.

Nice change of subject, Josh thought, but he didn’t have time to dwell upon it. His own climax was building, and he needed to get this show on the road. He grabbed a pillow and shoved it beneath her buttocks.

“Legs around my neck,” he said harshly. “I need to get deeper.”

She didn’t hesitate to comply, leaving her ass clear of the bed for Josh to spank. He did so, timing the blows to coincide with his thrusts. Her breathing deepened, as did her willingness to meet his thrusts halfway.

Ellie was a natural sub.

He felt her close the walls of her vagina around him and decided not to make her wait, mainly because he was so damned close himself.

“Let it go, babe,” he said encouragingly. “Come for me.”

“I am. I’m so close, Josh, I can’t hold it back any longer.”

“No need. Feel my cock fucking you. Feel how big you’ve made me and ride it for all it’s worth.”
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His Submissive Jewel by Lara Valentine- He Never Thought He’d Find The Perfect Woman And #Submissive #RomanceNovel #Cowboy #BDSM

[Siren Everlasting Classic: Erotic Consensual BDSM Cowboy Romance, older hero, spanking, sex toys, HEA]

Blurb

Noelle Carter is in Montana to help with her sister’s wedding. She didn’t plan on needing to be rescued from a dangerous storm, nor did she plan on falling for the sexiest man she’s ever met. When she finds out he’s the head of a family of Dominants, she knows she should move slowly, but her feelings are too great. She plunges into a relationship with him, reveling in the passion he can arouse with just a simple touch.

Cam Hunter knows he’s a strict Dom. He never thought he’d find the perfect woman and submissive, but Noelle has stolen his heart. She’s turned him inside out and upside down. One minute he wants to kiss her senseless and the next he wants to spank her bottom bright red.

When Noelle is hurt, he knows it’s no accident. Someone is targeting her, and if Cam wants a lifetime with his woman, he’ll need to find the person responsible.

A Siren Erotic Romance

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STORY EXCERPT

It was a deluge. She was soaked in an instant, her skin pelted by the pouring rain. She quickly pressed the door lock button for her car and pulled herself up and into the seat of the Land Rover, closing the door. She pushed her long, wet hair back from her face and tried to give her rescuer a thankful smile.

“Thanks. I was getting pretty worried driving in this. We have storms in Florida, but I’m familiar with the roads, and we have streetlights. I was afraid I was going to drive off the road with that wild wind.”

The cab was dark, but she could see her rescuer give her a smile, too. He was a big man and seemed to take up a lot of space in the small interior. He radiated control and strength, even in the dark. Somehow, she knew he could handle the storm or anything else thrown at them. He also seemed to be soaked to the skin. She could smell his yummy masculine scent mixed with the scent of the rain. Did he look as good as he smelled?

“You’re welcome. I would have been happy to help you into the car. Independent little cuss, aren’t you?” 

She could hear his deep chuckle and blushed, glad it was dark and he couldn’t see the telltale stain on her cheeks. She was independent, but she’d had to be. Starting her own jewelry design business at age twenty-one bred independence. She had learned to stand on her own two feet pretty quickly. She’d been told she was stubborn and impetuous, too. At least that was what her last few boyfriends had told her.

“And by the way, that’s a Montana wind. You never would have made it to the house. The road is flooded out due to the storm. The Land Rover can make it through, but not your sedan. We’ll get your car tomorrow. There’s a towel on the seat behind you. It won’t help much, but it’s better than nothing.”

His voice was warm and sexy, sliding over her already-heightened senses like a rich, mellow whiskey. Noelle felt the shiver of arousal zing up her spine in response. She pushed the feeling away and reached behind her and grabbed the towel gratefully. Now was not the time to be lusting after some cowboy in Montana, no matter how glad she was to not be driving anymore.

She was also shivering, cold, and wet, but determined not to complain. He had to be as uncomfortable as she was, but he wasn’t whining. She might be independent and stubborn, but, dammit, she wasn’t a whiner.

“I tried to call a few minutes ago, but I didn’t have any bars on my cell phone.”

“Cell phone coverage is spotty out here. We use radios around the ranch. I’ll let them know we’re on our way.”

He picked up the handset.

“Hunter 5, this is Hunter 1.”

“Hey, Hunter 1. Did you find Abby’s big sister?”

He flicked a glance her way, before returning his eyes to the road.

“Sure did. And she’s just like Abby described her. Stubborn as a mule. We’ll be there in about half an hour.”

She grimaced at Abby’s description. Abby had always been the serene, biddable sister.

There was some static and then the voice continued.

“—can’t make it back. Too many downed limbs, and the water is rising. Take Noelle to the cabin for the night. By tomorrow, the water will have receded.”

Her rescuer was quiet for a minute before answering.

“Will do. Stay safe at the house.”

He turned to her briefly. “We’re heading to the cabin. We can’t make it back, even in the Rover. You’re not going to get hysterical on me, are you?”

Noelle bristled with indignation. “Of course not. You seem to have the situation under control. I’m not a woman given to hysterics, even if you didn’t. I’d just take control of things.”

His rich, deep laugh filled the cab of the SUV and made her heart speed up. He sounded sexy as hell. Did his looks match his voice?

“No need for that, Noelle. I’m completely in control. At all times.”

He didn’t say much as he navigated the roads. Noelle shuddered as she saw all the downed limbs and high water. There was no way her Honda would have made it this far. Now that she had time to look out the window, she wondered just how she had gotten as far as she had. He pulled off on a side road, and the headlights illuminated a small log house. Noelle could only hope the power wasn’t out in this wind. She was dying for a hot shower or bath.

“Can you make a run for it? I’ll go first and unlock the door, and you follow. As you said, we’re already wet. We can get warm and dry when we’re inside.”

His voice was already making her warm. “You bet. I’ll be right behind you.”

She waited until he had opened the front door of the cabin, before running as fast as she could. She was dripping water by the time she stood in the dark, cool house. It was small, but clean and comfortable with a homey, country-style kitchen and living room combination.

“Um, does anyone live here?”

He started flicking on lights. “No one lives here. This is a cabin we use when we’re working on the ranch and the weather turns on us. Like tonight.”

So we’re alone.

He turned to face her, and it was then she got her first good look. Her knees almost gave way. Dear Lord in heaven, even dripping wet, the man standing before her was gorgeous. He was dressed in a button-down Western-style shirt and faded jeans that molded a physique so perfect, Noelle could only stare. His face was tan and his jaw strong and square. His hair was dark and clung to his well-shaped head, but was curling at the ends. It made her want to plunge her hands into those locks and run her fingers through them. And those eyes…the clearest, lightest blue she had ever seen, almost the blue of a cloudless summer sky. She swallowed hard as she stared at the handsomest man she had ever seen. Her heart sped up, and she started to sweat, despite being chilled to the bone. She felt like she’d been hit by lightning.

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ADULT EXCERPT

“Open.”

“It’s a cock, Sir.”

It was indeed a cock. A short, very fat cock. It was attached at the base to a plastic disc with straps on either side. He wanted to put that cock in her mouth.

“Yes, Noelle. It’s a cock gag. It will keep your voice muffled and give you something to bite on. A ball gag isn’t as comfortable. This also has a hole in the base so you can breathe through your mouth if you need to. Now, sub, don’t make me say ‘Open’ a third time.”

She heard the thread of steel running through his voice. How bad could having a cock in her mouth be? Especially one that was guaranteed not to come down her throat. She opened her lips, and he slipped the gag in, wrapping the straps around the back of her head and fastening the Velcro closure. It stretched her jaws wide and tasted a slightly acrid flavor from the plastic. There was no way to spit it out. It was staying until he decided to remove it or she squeezed the damn toy, one or the other. She panicked for a moment, and he immediately calmed her.

“Breathe, sweetheart. Take a deep breath. You can breathe through your mouth or nose. Everything is okay.”

His voice was soothing, and she took several breaths, realizing what he said was true. She could easily breathe. She relaxed, and he smiled.

“Good girl. It’s common to panic. Try to talk for me.”

“Fmmlahun rheflmunh.”

She sounded ridiculous, and no one would ever be able to make out a word, which was good because she’d called him a “fucking Dom.” Perversely, the gag just made her hornier than ever. There was probably a puddle of cream underneath her pussy by now. He nodded in approval.

“Perfect. I love a gagged sub, honestly. So pretty. One more thing and then we’ll get started.”

He reached back into the box and out came a strip of black fabric. He held it up.

“A blindfold. It will make all your other senses come alive. I don’t want you to panic. You have your safe word. Squeeze it for me, sweetheart.”

She squeezed the toy. The squeak was annoying. He must have chosen this toy on purpose so she wouldn’t just squeeze it for fun.

“Good girl. Let’s get this blindfold on. Go ahead and close your eyes.”

The dark fabric covered her eyes and wrapped around her head, fastening tightly. She was completely in the dark, not a sliver of light coming through anywhere. As he had predicted, her other senses became more acute. She could hear his breathing, and feel the crinkle of the hair on his arms next to hers. His fingers began caressing her breasts, plucking and tweaking the nipples. His mouth followed, and she arched her back, begging his lips and tongue to pleasure her more. Her nipples were hard, tight, and wet, and he blew his breath over the tips. She shivered in response, her entire body tuned to his. He kissed his way down her belly and back up her rib cage, nipping at the taut peaks quivering for his attention.

She was lulled into complacency when the metal clamp closed on her nipple. She had barely caught her breath when the other nipple was also clamped. She tried to twist her body and shake off the clamps, but they were fastened tight.

The pain shot straight to her clit and was now morphing to a dull ache. Each time she moved in the slightest, the clamps tugged at her sensitive nipples. She shouldn’t like it, but she couldn’t help herself. She could feel the dampness on the pillow underneath her. She had gushed even more honey from her needy pussy.

It felt like forever before he spoke.

“Good, sub. I’m going to leave those on for a while. In the meantime, let’s take you right to the top.”

She heard a humming and then felt the vibrator slip into her drenched cunt. She clenched on it, loving the feeling of being filled, finally. He began to fuck her with it very slowly, rubbing her G-spot with each stroke. She twisted and tried to urge him to move faster, but he wouldn’t deviate from the slow, steady rhythm that was inexorably driving her crazy. As he had predicted, he was going to take her to the edge of orgasm but not let her go over. She moaned, but the gag muffled the sound. Her body was pulled taut, every muscle tight as she waited to go over.

The vibrator stopped. She protested, but he paid little heed to her muffled sounds. She felt the cold trickle of lubricant at her back hole, and something cold and plastic pressed against it. She tried to pull away and the clamps on her nipples tugged, sending more frissons of pleasure straight to her swollen clit.

“Do you need to use your safe word, Noelle?”

His hand stilled as he waited for her answer. She shook her head. This was submission, and she loved it. His fingers pressed the plastic into her backside insistently. She felt the stretching and a slight burn as her muscles gave way. She waited, wondering what he would do next. She almost came off the bed when the plug came alive in her ass.

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The Best Man by Gale Stanley-Is He Finally Going To Seduce Me? #BDSM #MM #RomanceNovel

The Best Man is book three of The Gentlemen’s Club series, but it can be read as a standalone. St Clair’s story has been a long time coming. Maybe it’s because he’s such a private person, some would call him withdrawn. Or, maybe it’s because I didn’t realize who his perfect match was until recently. I hope you enjoy his story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Blurb:

When Dominant Michael St. Clair meets Chad Emery in a BDSM club, he knows immediately that Chad is the submissive he’s been looking for. This is a man who will trust completely and surrender totally. Both men are blindsided by the pull of sexual chemistry, but Chad declines a repeat performance. Still, fate has other plans.

Chad is shocked to discover that Michael and his boss have business connections, and Chad is asked to help Michael open a new BDSM dungeon. At first things are awkward between them, but underneath the tension is a simmering attraction. Michael helps Chad explore his needs and after a few play sessions, a real relationship develops. Chad realizes that Michael is the best man for him. But just as he’s ready to reveal his love, Chad is caught in a lie and he fears he’s lost Michael forever.


Story Excerpt

Chad smoothed his hair and straightened his tie before opening the door that connected his office with Richard’s inner sanctum. The suite, decorated with cherry wood and leather, was traditional and classy, much like Richard Caldwell himself. Chad’s heart speeded up when he saw his secret crush seated behind the desk.

“Come in. Have a seat, Chad.” Richard waved at a facing chair. “Would you like some coffee? Or water?”

“No, thank you, sir.”

Curious, and with just a touch of anxiety, Chad took a seat opposite his boss. From this angle, he could see the framed photo on Richard’s desk. Julian, with his shaggy black hair tousled as if he’d just gotten out of bed. The sleeves of his white shirt rolled up enough to reveal a bit of his tattoos. He looked exactly like what he was—a thug. Chad’s lip curled in distaste. Why couldn’t that be me in the photograph? So much had changed this year—for Richard, for Julian, for everyone but Chad.

“Don’t look so anxious, Chad. I’m not about to ask you to put in hours of overtime on a brief I needed yesterday.”

Chad forced a smile. “I don’t mind working overtime, sir.”

“I know that, and I appreciate your loyalty. I’ve come to depend on you immensely, and that’s why I’m coming to you for a special favor.”

Chad’s eyebrows shot up beyond the fringe of hair sweeping his forehead. “Of course, sir. Anything. Just ask.”

“Let me explain before you agree. This project involves a certain amount of discretion. It concerns something near and dear to my heart and I can’t entrust it to just anyone.” He paused, as if weighing his words. “You’re aware that I have an interest in a club that caters to gay gentlemen?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. I don’t hide the fact, but the club has a private membership. Guests are permitted, but I don’t believe in mixing business with pleasure. Well, circumstances have changed and so has my thinking.
I would like you to visit the club as my guest this weekend.”

Chad knew about the club, of course. He’d always assumed it was a stodgy place where wealthy older men played cards or shared a brandy. Still, he’d always longed for an invite from Richard. Sure that his dream was about to come true, Chad’s heart soared. “Of course. I’d love to go with you.”

“Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me tell you a bit about the club. It has an excellent restaurant and a lounge. Many members come for a quiet dinner or a drink, but others utilize our special services.”

“I’m not sure I understand.”

“The Gentlemen’s Club is a place where members can live out their fantasies and have their desires fulfilled.”

Chad’s jaw dropped. “Sex?”

“If that’s what they want. Of course, everyone is highly screened and required to provide medical certificates, nondisclosure agreements…” Richard paused. “And now we’ve added something new to the club, a BDSM dungeon.”

Chad nearly fell off his chair. What the fuck? Does he know about my visits to Paddles? Is he finally going to seduce me because he discovered my fetish?

Adult Excerpt

The sub looked like he’d stepped out of an Abercrombie and Fitch catalog, with his perfectly styled brown hair, and a brilliant white smile. Perfect on the outside, but he seemed a bit reserved. Michael longed to release the boy’s inner animal, but that might take time and this was a one-night only encounter. He’d have to do the best he could in the short time they had.

Standing behind the boy, Michael felt heat growing inside him. This was new. Normally, he was well into a scene before he became aroused.

Dominance and control brought Michael bliss, but combined with such strong sexual desire this scene might take him to new heights. He wanted to share the pleasure with this sub, so he chose his flogger carefully. Michael began by trailing the tails over the boy’s back and ass, caressing his skin with a light touch. The sub’s body shivered under the caress. Michael increased the intensity gradually. His light stroke became harder.

The boy’s flesh was pinking nicely. Michael varied his rhythm, and placed his strokes carefully. He searched for the combination that would give this sub ecstasy. Time after time, Michael brought the boy to the peak of sensation, and then backed off.

Finally, a hard stroke landed on a spot that produced a delicious groan. The boy threw his head back, and cried out. “Please, please, please…”

Michael felt an answering groan echo inside his own body. He dropped the flogger and moved closer to the boy, murmuring in his ear. “I’m here. You’re okay.”

Michael traced the pink stripes on his back. The boy shivered even though sweat covered his body. He looked so beautiful Michael ached for him.

“What is it, boy? What do you want?”

A groan came from deep in the boy’s chest. “I want… I need…”

This boy was everything a Dom could want in a submissive. Michael ached to possess him completely, but he had to know it was mutual. “Yes. Tell me.”

The boy looked desperate. “Please. Please, Sir. Fuck me, please”

Yes! That’s what Michael needed to hear before he took this further. Now he knew he’d gained the boy’s trust and submission. Now he could take him completely. Michael tried to speak calmly. “I’m going to give you what you want, pet. What we both want.”

Michael slid a finger inside the boy’s ass. The boy thrust back into Michael’s hand. “God, yes, Sir. More. More, please.”

Michael added another finger, stretching the tight passage to get him ready. His fingers rubbed the boy’s gland.

“Oh, God! Please, Sir. Fuck me.”

Michael was more than ready, his own cock painfully hard. He forced himself to remove his fingers.
The boy cried out. “No!”

“I’m not going anywhere, just getting a condom.”

Michael unzipped his pants and freed his cock. He sheathed himself quickly, then he guided his cock home, and pushed inside. The boy sobbed, and Michael thought he might, too. Being encased by such tight heat felt glorious. Michael pulled out and then pushed back inside, starting a quick, hard rhythm. Still restrained, the boy pushed back as much as possible. They were both on the edge. Michael reached around to fist the boy’s cock.

It only took a few strokes and the boy came. He shot hard, and his contractions pulled an orgasm from Michael.

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Author Bio

Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.
Some things never change.

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Elephants and Ever-Afters by Suzy Shearer-He Is Supposed To Concentrate Despite Her Distraction #BDSM #RomanceNovel #Domme

For plus-sized Laura, 55, sex means she’s in charge, she just needs to find a man who’ll accept that. When she meets the sexy-looking Tobias Duncan she thinks he’s a bull elephant charging everywhere but all the same he strikes a chord deep inside her. 

(Siren Sensations: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, M/F, HEA)

BLURB

It’s like a clash of wills when Tobias Duncan, 57, meets Laura Keell, 55 but neither can forget the impact each had on the other. To Laura, Tobias is just like a charging bull elephant, but he still presses every button. For Tobias, Laura is everything he’s ever dreamed of.

Tobias tries everything he can to find out where Laura lives, he just can’t forget this beautiful plus-sized woman. Both try to forget, but when a chance meeting with a friend of Tobias means he can see Laura again he jumps at the chance. But there is a problem that neither share.

Tobias wants a woman who dictates the terms during sex. And Laura? Laura loves to be in charge. They drop hints over a few weeks until a rather interesting event sees Laura confess. Their romance goes from casual to sizzling almost overnight. Nothing can come between them as their love grows—that is until a tragedy strikes.

Will death separate these soulmates?


STORY EXCERPT:  

Laura reread the letter for what had to be the fiftieth time, and she still had trouble understanding it. She’d always believed her father had died just before her birth, yet this letter from a solicitor in Sydney told her different. It said she was the sole beneficiary to her late father’s estate, and that he had died just three weeks ago. It just made no sense.

Whenever she’d asked about her father while growing up, her mother would only say he had died before she was born. She never gave Laura any other information. When she was older and pressed her mother for more details, she would clam up and angrily tell Laura there was nothing more to tell. She’d always seemed distant to Laura, she thought she loved her, but she was cold and rarely laughed, certainly not a loving affectionate mother.

Then her mother, Judy, had died less than twelve months ago, when Laura was fifty-four. Judy was eighty-six and died from a heart attack. It was then Laura discovered her mother’s birth certificate. She’d always assumed her parents had married, but obviously they hadn’t, because it showed she had been born, and died, a Keell.

Among the other papers she found her own birth certificate. Its discovery rocked her to the core. The birth certificate had the name Stuart McClain in the section for father’s name, but more upsetting was the name for her mother—Elizabeth Regis. All she could feel was betrayal. Digging deeper into the box of papers, she discovered her adoption certificate.

Who were Elizabeth and Stuart? Why had her adopted mother never told her? Was her life just some web of lies? Was that the reason for her mother’s coldness?

Laura stared out the window of the train and shook her head. Some days she felt as if life had treated her callously.

She’d never married. Years ago, she’d been engaged, and she’d believed she loved Colin with a passion. Then, much to her adopted mother’s displeasure, at twenty-six, she’d sold her tiny flat and moved in with him. Judy had never liked Colin and showed it. But she and Colin had lived happily together for three years, making plans for their future. They talked about having children, and because Laura was twenty-nine, decided not to wait any longer before starting a family. Planning for their wedding and trying to get pregnant almost consumed Laura, but Colin was always there for her. But sadly, no matter how they tried, Laura just didn’t get pregnant. Twelve months later, just five weeks before her wedding, they got devastating news—Laura couldn’t have children.

A specialist talked them both through the medical side of things and reassured them both that nothing would prevent them from adopting. He’d told them both that IVF wasn’t really an option because of Laura’s medical history. She’d had a botched surgery for severe Endometriosis when in her late teens. At the time, neither her doctor nor her mother had mentioned freezing her eggs for later use. Now it was too late. Then thirty-two, Laura felt her world cave in. But the worst was yet to come.

Colin couldn’t accept they would have no natural children together and called off the wedding. Two weeks later, he’d moved out, telling Laura she could stay in the flat for three months and then he would sell it.

Laura had very little money left from when she’d sold her own flat. She’d had to pay off her mortgage, and what was left was nowhere near enough for a deposit to buy another. Anyway, those savings had been eaten away at over the past few years. Her share from the sale of the joint flat was a pittance. Instead, she moved back with her mother into the flat Judy rented until Laura could save enough to buy another place. It took five years of working before she finally had enough money to move out again.

This time she bought a small unit, two bedrooms and a kitchen-dining room with a tiny bathroom, within walking distance of her job. Since then, her life consisted of working and trying to make ends meet. She worked as a bookkeeper for a large firm, and had worked her way up to become the senior bookkeeper. There were several accountants in the company and she became their chief assistant. The next few years had been easier as her pay increased. Unfortunately, about five years ago, things at work became stressful. The company employed a new man as her direct boss and head accountant. He was a tyrant who disliked her passionately. Actually, he didn’t like any working women and, on top of that, he always made mistakes that he blamed on her or the other bookkeepers. She’d taken to double checking the work and fixing his errors rather than face his wrath.

Then when her adopted mother died, she inherited her meagre savings, which allowed Laura to pay off the mortgage.

Now out of the blue she discovered the man who she’d always believed dead had left her his estate. Travelling into the city, Laura wondered how he knew about her and what the inheritance would mean.

Would it change her life, her future?

Probably not, callously she just hoped it would be a few dollars, enough to ensure her retirement wouldn’t be too much of a struggle.

The train finally pulled into Central railway station. Laura pulled her warm black jacket over her cream top, slung her tote over her shoulder, and stepped from the train. After getting a taxi from the station to drop her outside a large building in the centre of Sydney’s business district, Laura checked the tenants’ board, confirming the solicitors she needed were on the third floor. Rather than use the lifts trying to get some exercise, Laura opened the exit door and began climbing the stairs to the third floor, her heart pounding in wonder what the meeting would mean for her.

As she reached the third floor and went to open the door with her left hand, it was suddenly slammed open, knocking her backward. Somehow, she managed to grab the doorknob as she fell, saving her from a dangerous tumble down the long steep flight of stairs.

© Suzy Shearer 2017


ADULT EXCERPT:

“I think you should paint my toenails.”

Tobias felt surprised. He was expecting her to ask him to go out somewhere.

“If that’s what my lady desires.”

“She does.”

She wriggled from his embrace and told him to go sit on the lounge while she went to get some polish. A few minutes later she was back.

“I think you need to sit on the ottoman so I can put my foot on your knee.”

“Okay.”

She gave him the nail polish. Tobias stood and pulled the ottoman to the front of the chair Laura was standing in front of, he went to sit but Laura held out a hand.

“Wait. Before you sit down, you have to take off all your clothes.”

He laughed.

“Everything?”

“Oh yes,” she said smugly nodding her head up and down a few times.

He put the polish down with a grin and took off his shoes and socks, then stripped off. He hoped Laura didn’t mind seeing his dick erect because as soon as he’d arrived it had started getting hard, and when she’d told him to strip, it went the whole hog. He looked at her, as she licked her lips and looked at his cock.

“Mm, very nice. Sit down.”

He sat, picking up the polish. It felt strange to be naked with a roaring erection, but then Laura swept off her dress and stood before him wearing a lacy beige bra and tiny matching panties. He couldn’t help but groan loudly, all those beautiful curves partly covered with just a few wisps of lace.

“Oh, God Laura, you’re killing me.”

She just gave him a smirk and sat down. Lifting one foot, she dropped it onto his leg.

“Paint.”

With shaking hands, he opened the bottle and took her foot in one hand. Clumsily, he began to apply the colour—bright red—to her nails. He looked over at her. She’d laid her head back against the back of the chair, eyes closed and was rubbing one hand up and down slowly from her neck to her belly button.

Shit!

His hands shook so much, the paint was going to end up everywhere but on her toenails. He dropped his eyes back to her foot.

“Toby,” her voice was slow, sensual as he looked up entranced with her.

She had one hand between her breast and the lacy fabric of her bra, the other was sliding down toward the hidden nest between her legs. He gulped.

“Paint them nicely. I don’t want them messy.”

He couldn’t answer as he watched that hand dip between her panties and skin. He just nodded, but couldn’t take his eyes off her. She lifted her other leg and put her foot on the cushioned seat.

“Paint,” she ordered again.

Somehow Tobias tore his eyes away from the vision in front of him and managed to dab paint on another two nails. He heard a soft sigh and risked a glance. He couldn’t help the moan that escaped. Laura was rubbing her clit, she’d use one hand to move the crotch of her panties aside and he could see her fingers rubbing, could see the glistening cream gathering on her fingers.

Fuck! How can I paint her bloody nails when she’s fucking herself in front of me?

“Ah, this feels so nice, Toby.”

She lifted her fingers, her juices coating them, leaned forward and held them out to him.

“Lick them clean for me.”

He drew one, then two, then three into his mouth, using his tongue to lick them. She left them in his mouth a moment then pulled them free and glanced down at her foot.

“Tsk, tsk. Not finished yet? I can’t understand why.”

She leaned forward and unclasped her bra, letting it slide down her arms then dropping to the side of the chair. She put a hand under each full breast and pinched her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.

“Finish my toes.”

Somehow Toby managed to complete his task. His erection was so painful and he tried to keep his eyes off Laura, but he was fighting a losing battle. He rubbed his hand up her leg and let her put her foot on the ground.

“Ready for the other foot?”

“Yes.” He gulped.

She stood and slid off the panties, then sat again. She put the other foot on the ottoman and draped the panties over it.

“Feel how wet they are.”

Tobias picked them up. They were soaking and he wondered how long she could keep this up. He was in agony in more ways than one.

“Now paint, my dearest Toby.”

He nodded, unable to speak. Dropping his head, he tried hard to concentrate on her foot but her little moans and groans distracted him. Finally, he reached the last toe and risked a glance. She was rubbing a finger up and down her soaking slit while she tweaked and pulled at one nipple.

My God she’s a tease!

She knew exactly how to push his buttons, how to keep him on the edge of heaven.

He quickly finished the toe then screwed the cap onto the bottle. He looked at Laura, her eyes were laughing and she had the sexiest look on her face. Lying there naked, her nipples erect. Her tasty juices glistening on the top of her legs. What will she ask for next?

“All finished?”

He nodded. She lifted her leg and looked critically at her toes. Tobias could only groan at the sight of her gleaming wet cunt as she dropped her foot to lay on his shoulder, her other leg spread wide. He could smell her. Smell the delicious aroma of her arousal and he felt his cock jerk in response.

“Tell me, Toby, do you like what you see?”

© Suzy Shearer 2017

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Elephants and Ever-Afters is book 5 in the Dark Desires series. 

This series is about the secret cravings we have, the things that go on behind closed doors. Those dark desires we harbour and crave but sometimes afraid to ask for.

Each book in the series is a stand-alone so the books can be read in any order.

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BIO:

Best-selling and Award winning author Suzy Shearer writes contemporary and paranormal erotic romances filled with mature and interesting characters. Her books have consistently reached her publisher's Best Seller list with several reaching # 1.  Her book Build A Love was runner-up in the Ménage category in the Easy Chair Bookshop's Fiction competition 2015 and A Hunter's Heart was runner-up in the Series Category.

Single, Suzy lives in the Western Suburbs of Sydney Australia with one very spoilt dog and two equally spoilt cats keeping her company.

She is a Buddhist, an Author, an Artist, a computer nerd and a voracious reader. Suzy has a penchant for crazy coloured hair - pinks, purples blues even rainbowed.... it changes every month - oh yes, also a penchant for tattoos!

Her books always feature older heroes and heroines; ranging from mid-40s to 60s. The heroines are usually confident plus-sized women who are proud of their curves. Suzy feels it's important for readers to connect.

When she discovered many romance books seemed to cater for younger readers with their heroines and heroes in the 20s she decided to write about characters who were older but maybe not always wiser.  As she is in her 60s Suzy feels she can relate to her characters desires, fears and hopes and hopes her readers can as well.

Suzy also wants her readers to understand just because people are older doesn't mean they aren't intriguing, desirable, open to challenges and willing to experiment. Sexy isn't just for the under 30s.
When Suzy is not writing, she is usually painting - an accomplished watercolour Artist her subjects range from portraits and animals to nudes and landscapes.

Check out her artwork at: http://sooziiiart.blogspot.com/



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The Club series
The Club: Bound
The Club 2: Uncollared
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The Club 4: Displayed
The Club 5: Submit
The Club 6: Unmasked

The Hunters series
A Hunter's Heart - Book 1
A Hunter’s Choice - Book 2
A Hunter’s Challenge - Book 3

Dark Desires series 
(each book is a standalone)
Whipped Delights
Craving Her Master
Melting Her Dom’s Heart
An Artist’s Kiss
Elephants and Ever-Afters

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Daemons Are Forever
Build a Love
Perfect Three  


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Daemons Are Forever
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SOLD by Doris O'Connor-She Will Be His At Least For The Night #RomanceNovel #BDSM #Vampire

Thanks so much for having me on your blog with my new release Sold. This is book one in a new Vampire Series, The Vampire Games, where vampires of all ages find their curvy human heroines. Things are never straightforward at The Games, but kink, heat and ultimately love are always guaranteed. 

I had such fun writing Atlan’s and Evie’s story and am knee deep in book two of this series, where you will meet Henri and Jo.

For now, though, the stage belongs to Atlan and Evie and their journey.

As one early review said: 

A perfect mixture of a little drama, tenseness and growing love. Will Evie make Atlan realize that he can have love in his life? Get the book and find out for yourself!

[Siren Sensations: Erotic Contemporary Consensual BDSM Paranormal Romance, vampires, M/F, HEA]

Evangeline Prewitt has had better days, weeks, and quite possibly months. A rent increase on top of a huge car repair forces her to seek out her boss for financial help. His solution? Enter The Games. Evie has her doubts about being sold off to the highest bidder—who would want a plump waitress? However, desperate times call for drastic measures. Besides, it’s only sex. What can possibly go wrong?

Atlan St. James seeks out The Games for a little distraction. This three-hundred-year-old vampire is drawn to the delicious human bundle of curves the minute he sees her. Evie will be his, at least for the night. What neither of them counts on is the instant connection between them. After all, sex is easy. Emotions are far more difficult to negotiate.

As far as Atlan is concerned, the only solution is to let his precious angel go.

Evie, however, will not be dictated to.

The game is on.

Buy it from Bookstrand

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STORY EXCERPT

Evie shifted, uncomfortable under Atlan’s intense gaze as he watched her eat. After that spectacular fuck against the kitchen counter, which had left her spent and breathless, Atlan had surprised the hell out of her. It had been enough of a shock to discover that he hadn’t bitten her that time because her orgasm had been just as intense as the ones she’d had the night before. He could have easily drained her dry, and she would have been none the wiser. The fact that he hadn’t, had taken his time to clean her up gently with a warm washcloth, before picking her up and depositing her at the kitchen table, and had proceeded to serve her dinner…well, a girl could get to love that treatment.

“You’re not eating?” she asked now, and he smiled at her over the red wine he’d been sampling.

“I fed well last night, my sweet, and while I can ingest food, I don’t need it. I don’t have to pretend with you, so I’m simply content to watch you eat.”

Heat rose in her cheeks, and an answering warmth spread between her thighs at his knowing look. Everything felt super sensitive down there, not helped one iota by the fact that she was sans undergarments. The pretty lingerie she had been wearing hadn’t fared too well in that impromptu fuck fest against the counter. His nostrils flared in that subtle way he had when he was sniffing her, and lord help her, she was soaking wet again.

Atlan’s grin deepened, and he picked up her abandoned fork, speared another morsel of the succulent chicken on it, and held it up to her lips.

“If you want me to fuck you again, you need to eat up.”

Evie dutifully opened her mouth and resumed eating with him feeding her until her plate was clear. There was something incredibly intimate about the act of being fed by your lover, and by the time he stopped she was a panting, horny mess, again.

“This is insane.” Her whispered words made Atlan’s fangs run out, and everything inside of her clenched in need.

“What is insane?” he asked.

Evie took a deep breath in and grasped hold of her wine glass instead of giving in to her hormones and straddling the man, demanding that he fuck her right here and now.

Instead, she took a deep gulp of the expensive red and shook her head.

“How is it possible that I want you again? I’ve had more orgasms over the last twenty-four hours than I had in the last year, and here—”

Atlan’s laugh cut her short, and she slapped her hand over her mouth, mortified at what she’d just said.

“Don’t be embarrassed. If that really is true, then the men around you must be blind fools.”

It was her turn to laugh, and Atlan’s brows drew together in a frown.

“I mean it. You’re a beautiful, vibrant, sexy young woman. You should have men queuing around the block to take you out.”

Evie shrugged and kept her gaze on the lines running through the wood of the table.

“No queues, I assure you. No one wants to take out the fat girl.”

Atlan’s furious growl shook the table. It should have been terrifying to see him like this. Right now, with his fangs fully extended, his amazing eyes a swirl of dark brooding clouds of gray, blue, and glowing yellow, he looked the epitome of all things evil. He also looked sexy as hell. Evie didn’t even try to justify her emotions, because deep down in that Atlan-sized shape he’d carved in her heart, she knew his anger wasn’t directed at her, that he would never harm her.

“That is the most fucked-up thing I ever heard, and believe me, I’ve heard all sorts of shit over the last few hundred years.” 

His voice held that deep delicious growl that made her want to sink to her knees and beg him to do to her whatever he pleased. However, sex didn’t seem to be on Atlan’s mind at the minute. 

“If you weren’t still sore from yesterday, I would pummel that gorgeous butt of yours until you see sense. You’re everything a woman ought to be. Soft, with curves in all the right places. No man wants to fuck a bag of bones and give himself friction burn, trust me on that, sweetheart.”

Evie blinked at the unexpected endearment. He still looked far too intense, and her heart turned over in her chest with all the pent-up emotions bubbling around in there, so she had to lighten the mood.

“You know how that sounds, right? You’re now discriminating against skinny chicks and—”

“This is such fucking bullshit.”

His snarled response cut her off, and before she could even blink he’d pulled her to her feet, flung her over his shoulder, and they were racing up the stairs at dizzying speeds.

She gasped in awe when he slid her down onto the floor and she realized where they were. On top of the house in his art studio. With the lights off and the shutters down, the night sky with its multitude of stars blinked down at them. The full moon hung in the middle of it all, heavy and blinding in its intensity, and it filled the space with an eerie, supernatural glow which added to the whole breathtakingly stunning ambiance.

Evie put her hands out and spun around in a circle, utterly transfixed by the spectacle of nature.

“Oh my gosh, this is beautiful.”

“Yes, it is.”

Atlan had lost his annoyed tone, and when she glanced at him, it was to see him watching her, not the scenery.

ADULT EXCERPT

She gasped and stopped talking when he cupped her pussy through the sodden lace and found her clit at the top of her hood.

“Not God, sweetheart, just your average three-hundred-year-old vamp at your service.” Atlan dropped his voice as she clenched her thighs, and her hips surged downward to seek more pressure from his fingers.

“You’re…oh, please, don’t stop…you’re three hundred? And oooh, I…”

Instead of answering her, Atlan caught her screech of surprise in his mouth as his lips crashed over hers at the same time as he pushed the underwear out of his way and sunk two fingers knuckle-deep into her clenching core. Her internal muscles grasped his digits, and he thrust in and out of her cunt while he kissed her senseless.

Evie didn’t hold back. She flexed her hips and whimpered her need into his mouth while kissing him back with the same fevered urgency he experienced. The buttons on his shirt pinged off in all directions in her haste to get him undressed. Her fingernails scored his skin, and the sweet pain made him lose what little control he had left. Atlan took over, wrenched his lips off hers, and flipped them so that she was underneath him. Having pinned her hands back above her head and secured them with the restraints attached to the headboard, he yanked her downward, so that all her bountiful curves were his for the taking.

Her eyes widened when he divested himself of the rest of his clothing, and he groaned in relief when his dick sprang free. Evie’s corresponding whimper of need and the way her gaze snared on his erection made him even harder.

“Oh. My. God.”

Evie licked her lips, her gaze riveted on the action of his hand as he stroked up and down his length slowly. He tapped her thighs in a quiet command, and when she immediately opened to him, displaying herself, he smiled.

“That’s my good girl. You’re so fucking wet already. Tell me, my angel, how badly do you want my cock?”

He gripped himself harder, ran his thumb through the drops of pre-cum coating his thick head, and used the natural lubrication to work his dick harder. Evie started panting and tried to close her thighs, but he was having none of that. He swatted her pussy once and his girl tensed and groaned.

“Please, I…”

Her reaction made him do it again, and again. Her eyes closed, her head thrashed from side to side, and each well-placed slap brought her closer to release. To see her writhing on the bed, so close to release, so utterly inhibited in her responses, made him ache to be inside her. Atlan gripped the bottom of his shaft hard to stave off his own release, as one last well-placed and much harder swat meant she tumbled over that edge with a scream to bring in the neighbors, had he had any.

Luckily his staff knew better than to intervene, and that was the last conscious thought Atlan had before he ripped off that sodden lace, which prohibited his view of her juicy pussy, buried his face between her thighs, and lapped up her need.

Grasping her luscious ass cheeks, he lifted her up and drank down her arousal. Evie didn’t disappoint as she locked her thighs around his head and rode out the multitude of orgasms he wrung from her. Atlan latched onto her clit and sucked that little hard nub into his mouth while he sank his teeth into her moist flesh. Evie went wild underneath him, the scent and flavor of her life essence mixing in with her cum, as she screamed her release. Atlan released his hold on her clit, licked the wounds closed, and tunneled his tongue into her clenching hole instead, while he took her arousal all the way back between her ass cheeks to that little ring of muscle guarding her other entrance.

He rimmed that tiny hole, as she tensed her hold around him and pulled on the restraints tethering her to the bed. By the time he breached her butt with his tongue, shoved several fingers into her pussy, and fucked her with his fingers, she flew again.

Atlan murmured his encouragement into her perspiration-soaked skin, as he licked a path back up over her quivering belly until he reached the heavy mounds of her breasts. Circling each nipple in turn, he bit down lightly, leaving his teeth marks on the soft tissue. Only when she started to whimper and plead for him to stop, did he align his aching cock with her slick entrance and thrust deep with a groan of his own.

Her quivering cunt muscles closed around him like a hot, wet fist, and Evie gasped. She arched her head back, offered her delicate neck for him to take, and without thinking about anything but the need to make this woman his, he sunk his fangs into her neck while he started to fuck her in earnest. 

Evie screamed and shook as her blood filled his mouth and her pussy sucked him in deeper. Harder, faster, he drove into her soft body like a madman, intent only on seeking his own release, satisfied with the knowledge that she met him thrust for thrust, until they came together in a mind-shattering orgasm, which took over every atom of his body, as she convulsed under and around him.

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Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get.  From contemporary to paranormal, Time Travel, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

Happily married for the last twenty-seven years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.

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#SaturdaySpankings-He Likes Being Spanked #BDSM #RomanceNovel Bound to Them by PeytonBrittanyClarke

Hello Spankers!

Today's excerpt Jake admits he is a fan of the spanking chair!

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Max looked at him and smiled. The area on the outer corner of his eyes crinkled, making his expression brighten.

“You should have been here. It was remarkable,” Jake said impishly. “I was actually able to walk over to the closet, open the door, and hang it up myself. And it’s still on the hanger. I’m stunned.”

“You should be. It’s a new experience for you. The newness will wear off after doing it a half dozen more times. You’ll see,” Max said, strolling to him. “What was your motivation? Tired of our trips to the spanking chair?”

“I never grow weary of that, Master. It just so happened that this time I was given a friendly reminder from a little flower.”

Max smiled, looked down, and chuckled. “Ally.”

“You guessed it,” she said coyly.

“I should have. Ally has always been a positive influence for you,” Max said. He looked at Jake and sighed. “What am I going to do with you? After all this time, you still remain my naughty boy.”

“Always, Master.”

“Always.” Max leaned forward and grazed Jake’s lips with his own.

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