See Lilly’s first time in this #SatSpanks

Take a peek at this little something I am working on. Right now, it’s a surprise, but I can confirm this will be another Dark Necessities novel, and I am having a whole load of fun with these characters! See what happens when Ethan helps Lilly experience her first time in this #SatSpanks.

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Without waiting for a response, Ethan’s attention shifted, and he used his right hand to yank her white skirt up until the fabric pooled at her delicious hips. He was afforded the most scintillating view he’d had in waking hours, with Lilly’s long pale legs kneeling over him, topped by the most adorable set of white, cotton knickers. His cock roused again at the sight of her. Shit, the things he wanted to do this woman, and for a second, Ethan had to pause and catch his breath.

“Now, just relax down over me, little Lilly.” He used the same hand to press down gently on her lower back, helping to persuade the woman into position. Once she there, Lilly seemed to relax just a little, her face pressing into the leather, and her arms flung out in front of her.

Instinctively, Ethan wanted to command Lilly to shift her face and look in his direction, but he didn’t. Not yet. Let her have her privacy for now if it helped. This was all new for Lilly, and Ethan could only imagine at how she was processing all the associated emotional responses. Of course, he could have closed his eyes and reached into her mind to find out precisely how she was dealing with them, but once again, Ethan chose not to. He wanted to enjoy the spanking without the interruptions of Lilly’s thoughts.
His left hand rose to Lilly’s upper back, and he rested it between her shoulder blades. There was no force in the act, but he hoped it would be enough to send the message he wanted to convey. Lilly didn’t get to move now. Lilly got to stay in place and take what was coming to her.

Taking a deep breath, Ethan steeled himself. This was it. The moment he’d dreamed about for fuck knows how many months. The moment he finally got to spank her, and now he just had to make it count. He raised his hand and brought his large palm crashing back down on top of her cotton under wear. As his skin connected with the material, Ethan’s arousal soared, the sound of the impact doing nothing to quell his fervor. There was something so God damn kinky about those knickers–they were so pure and innocent—so totally Lilly, and yet utterly in contrast to him, and the things he had in mind. Ethan had spanked women in various states of undress over the years, but never in his life had he taken a woman over his knee in such virginal panties.

But then, Lilly was a virgin, he reminded himself. He’d do well to remember that fact.


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If You Can’t Handle The Heat by H K Carlton

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Thank you so much for inviting me, Felicity, and for helping me celebrate the re-release of erotic romance, If You Can’t Handle the Heat
Somebody’s about to get burned…
The Blurb: An unlikely couple is brought together as celebrity judges on a new reality-based cookingshow. ifyoucanthandletheheat-FINALSesto Théodore, is an arrogant yet well respected American-Italian chef, with several five-star restaurants.Once bitten, twice shy, Syn Fully, is a jaded author of erotica, rocketing her way up all the best sellers lists.From the moment Syn and Sesto meet, their personalities clash, yet behind the scenes sparks fly. Getting together would be a recipe for disaster, but hot sex with no-strings couldn’t hurt. At least not until real feelings get involved.
But just when Syn considers opening her damaged heart to the cocky chef, video of ratherpersonal content is leaked online. Sesto immediately jumps to conclusions and accuses Syn of the privacy breach.Can the arrogant chef forgive and forget, or will his pride leave him out in the cold?
Possible Triggers: Please note one scene contains borderline bdsm and dubious consent/forcible confinement. Also in this story intimate video is obtained without the knowledge or consent of the participants involved, and later distributed online
Author’s Note: This erotic story has been previously published with the title, If YouCan’t Stand the Heat. Though there is a little bit of added content, the story remains relatively the same. It has been re-edited and re-formatted for re-release, and has a sizzling new cover thanks to Studioenp
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Gingerly, Sesto took the seat beside Syn. He pulled on his pant leg at the knee, trying to adjust the tightness strangling his crotch.“Quiet!” The director called.The emcee began to introduce the judges.The camera landed first on the hockey player, Maksim, and his gap-toothed grin. After about twenty seconds they panned to Syn, who smiled seductively into the lens.
Sesto was next. He was about to give a dignified nod in greeting, but Syn chose that particular moment to drag a long red fingernail slowly up his thigh. A jolt of sensation went straight to his balls. She paused at the crease of his leg.His cool smile slipped into more of a grimace. Luckily the cameraman didn’t stay with him too long, but swung back to Jeff, the host, who explained the rules and stages of the competition to a non-existent television audience.Sesto held his breath wondering what Syn might do next. In one way, he hoped that was the extent of groping, in another way…Syn took the heel of her hand on a deliberate torturous journey down the length of his rock-hard cock. Damn it, he should just put a stop to this insanity!One of the culinary assistants walked across the stage with a large tray of assorted sliced vegetables. All the while, Syn molded her fingers around the very shape of his shaft, stroking the outline through his trousers, learning every inch. Sesto’s eyes almost crossed. He clenched his jaw, but an uncontrollable growl of pleasure mixed with irritation rattled through his chest.Syn responded with a low hum. She leaned in closer and exerted more pressure before she went after his zipper, raking her fingernail over the teeth. The buzz sound seemed overly loud in the quiet studio, but the vibration it created against his distended flesh stirred him even more.Sesto was certain Maksim had heard it and he was probably aware of Syn’s hand moving under the table.Syn toyed with the pull-tab on his fly. Christ! Would she or wouldn’t she unzip his pants and unleash his stiff dick? His cock throbbed at the thought of her stroking him with the whole crew present. Sesto clenched his muscles and tried to calm himself. At that instant, the kid holding the tray of food tripped over one of the many electrical cords taped along the floorboards. The enormous platter clattered to the floor sending the colorful veggies tumbling.The frustrated director yelled, “Cut! Damn it, Chase, tape those fucking cords down better, will ya!”Chase scurried to do Ken’s bidding.Sesto took the opportunity to turn his wrath on Syn. “May I speak to you out in the hall, please!” he demanded, shooting to his feet.“Of course,” she responded, haughtily, as though she hadn’t just been giving him the initial stages of a hand job under the table.
Sesto allowed Syn to take the lead. He was momentarily captivated by her long shapely legs, as she stalked across the space, confident and oh-so fuckin’ sexy in those red stilettos. Sesto pulled level with her and couldn’t resist the urge to place his hand to the small of her back, left bare by the severe cut of her dress. If he wasn’t mistaken, she’d trembled at the contact. Or was it his hand that quivered?In the corridor, Syn rounded on him, at the same moment he blurted, “What the fuck do you think…”The words died on his tongue, as she once again stroked his shaft through his trousers. Her gaze settled on his mouth. Her breathing was shallow.“Where’s your dressing room?” she asked, backing him up.Sesto grabbed her other wrist and dragged her into the green room, before slamming the door behind them.He yanked her hand, above her head and forced it against the door. He half-expected her to fight. What he wasn’t prepared for was the brazen little smile that hooked her sinful lips, as she raised her arm to join the other. With both hands stretched above her head Syn arched toward him, thrusting her beautiful tits, right in his face.“What the fuck are you doing?” he asked again. “We don’t even know each other.”“I know. Isn’t it wicked…

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Branwyn’s Love by Daryl Devoré

In this edition of the NeverEnding Blog Tour,Daryl Devoré has their hot medieval romance, Branwyn’s Love.

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The tale of a young woman sold as a courtesan in training. Branwyn arrives in a new land to begin daily lessons in the bewildering art of bedding a man.

The noblewoman chosen to be Prince Malacke’s bride rejects him by bedding his hated rival. Malacke turns his anger towards increasing the power and wealth of Black Dorn castle. And he succeeds until his attention is captured by the face of the woman who will be his queen.

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“Excellent. Now we begin your first and most important lesson – tragor. In your language, it has many meanings. But I believe duty is a good word. Through your duty, you must submit. Submission is your tragor. Do you understand what that word means?”

“Yes, Duna Trea. I am a very obedient person. When my aunt or uncle requested I do something, I did it without question.”

“But yesterday I told you not to speak to anyone unless spoken to first, yet you disobeyed me. And did it to Gon-Dra Malacke.”

“I am sorry,” said Branwyn. “I was frightened and confused. I…I did not know who he was. But Leah explained these things to me.”

“So, do you state that you understand tragor?”

She closed her eyes and nodded.

“Then stand and remove your upper garments. Unlace your bodice, let it and your sleeves drop to your waist.”

With trembling fingers, Branwyn tried to comply, but the laces refused to undo.

Duna Trea waited while Branwyn fumbled with the laces. “Now your shift. Expose your body.”

Branwyn’s muscles stiffened. A chill swept through her. “But I will be naked! One should not expose one’s body to another. It is against the—”

A flash of anger filled Duna Trea’s eyes.

Remembering Leah’s instructing and her discomfort, Branwyn did not want to cause any more pain to her. Surely, Duna Trea knows it is wrong to expose oneself. She paused, hoping her duna would rescind the order.

“Tragor.” One anger-filled word hung in the room.

Eyes squeezed shut, and bottom lip trembling, she reached for the bow to loosen the front of her shift, tugged on the right sleeve and removed her right arm. She gripped the material in her underarm and lowered the left sleeve. Placing her arms in front of her breasts, hands clasped under her chin, she raised her elbows, letting the material drop.

“Lower your arms.”

Three simple words cut Branwyn like knives. She tried to drop her arms, but the muscles refused to obey. Tears slipped between closed lids and trickled down her cheeks.

“Tragor, Dune.”

With every muscle fibre fighting the motion, Branwyn lowered her arms but held her hands clasped before her.

“Place your hands behind your back. Complete exposure. Good girl. Now step this way.”

Duna Trea stood next to Malacke.

Wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, Branwyn stepped over and stood next to Trea. “Have you ever touched a man?”

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Molly makes a dirty admission in this #SatSpanks

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Connor swatted her again, pausing to admire the way the impact passed over her cheeks. “Do you need this spanking, kitten?” he demanded, noticing his voice had fallen to little more than a growl.

He didn’t know why he asked, having already determined for himself that the answer was yes, but somehow, there was always something so bloody satisfying about hearing it from Molly’s lips.

“Yes, Master,” she breathed as he landed a fourth strike, followed by another three in fast succession. “Yes, I need it.”

“Yes. You. Do.” Connor agreed, accentuating each word with a new swat. “Just think about how many months you’ve gone without my discipline.”

Connor landed another hard spank, conscious of his cock throbbing gloriously at the groan that left his kitten’s lips. “How many spankings have you needed?” he asked her. “How many have you missed?”

“Too many, Master,” she panted as he continued, spanking her gorgeous backside time and time again as if to reinforce the point.

“Yes, too many,” he agreed. “I know you, kitten, and naughty little pets like you need regular spankings to keep them in their place.”

He paused, watching as her hips rose of their own accord. It was as though Molly’s body was actually looking for his palm. “Don’t they?” he demanded.

“Yes!” She was almost screeching now, though Connor didn’t think he’d been very hard on her so far. Allowing his gaze to drink in the length of her body, he concluded with a wry smile that his pet’s desperation was more to do with her burgeoning arousal, than her pain threshold. He knew from experience that she was well-equipped to deal with a lot of pain. “Yes, Master. They do. I do!”

“Yes,” he agreed again, and as he spoke, Connor shifted his palm and aimed his next strike directly at her pussy.

Molly yelped at the new strike, but the sound morphed quickly into something of a moan.

“You like that, kitten,” he mused mockingly. “Don’t you?”

Her wide-kneed stance made it easy to access her wet seam, and even the swat he’d just delivered hadn’t made her legs close.

“Yes, Master,” she admitted, her voice a strangled sound which conveyed her very obvious misery on the subject.

“Tell me, then,” he commanded as he smacked the area again. “Tell your Master what you like, you naughty little pet.”

Molly moaned at the instruction, her hips grinding against his legs as he gave the order. Her body language was more than clear; Molly wanted more. Much, much more.

“I like it when you spank my pussy, Master,” she panted, pushing her face into the fabric of the cushion as she made the concession.

Connor smiled to himself. That wasn’t a bad first effort, but she’d have to do much better than that if she wanted her pleasure.


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Can a monster ever find redemption?

Free from her captor, author Molly Clary finds herself back at home, but she’s just as lost as ever. In the isolation of her new-found freedom, Molly makes a startling revelation; she can no longer function without Connor Reilly. She can’t write without him; she can’t live without him.

The admission leads Molly into the most intense and dangerous chapter of her twisted love affair yet, and by reaching out to Connor again, she must decide if she can really leave her old life behind to venture into the dark and mysterious confines of the organization known only as The Syndicate.

For a couple whose love is built on lust, and fear and submission, there should be no happy ending. But as Molly helps her kidnapper lay his ghosts to rest, the question beckons, can they forge their own brand of happiness regardless? Can Connor finally be delivered into a consensual union with his kitten, and will it be enough to satisfy both of their dark needs?

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“What do you want then?”

He’d barely ever asked her before, but now her desire seemed to matter more than anything else. It was more important to him than The Syndicate, or even his fucking liberty. It was critical to the next breath he was going to take.

She gazed at him with wide, watery eyes. “This is so fucked up,” she started, lowering her face at the admission.

“Hey,” he whispered. “I’ve got a PhD in fucked up; do you really think anything you can say will make things worse?”

The hand at her nape made small circles, applying just enough pressure to draw her body toward him.

“I think I want you,” she conceded in a long rush of breath. “I don’t know if it’s just the writing, or this thing between us, or what, but I think I’m bound to you, Connor.”

Bound to him? Fuck, that sounded wonderful, and his cock sprung to life at the prospect.

“What a delightful analogy,” he smirked, raising his left brow at her.

Molly smiled in response, although she was practically panting as his thumb stroked the side of her nape.

“So, you missed me?” he chuckled, pressing his body past the gear shift as he closed the distance between them.

“More than I should,” she agreed, watching his approach with expectant eyes.

Connor saw her pupils dilate as his face neared, and he sympathized. He felt it, too, the bond between them was stronger than anything he’d ever known.

“I’m going to kiss you,” he told her in a low sensual growl. “If you don’t want this, then tell me now. I’m not good at asking for permission, kitten. This might be all that you get.”

Molly was smiling as his words resonated, her head tipping as she took them in. “Let me answer you then.”

He’d barely registered her words when she came for him. Connor had never seen such speed in his pet before, but she was on him before he could take another breath. Crossing the small divide between them, she pounced, pressing her body against his, and knocking him backwards as her lips took what they wanted. Connor had to admit it, he never saw this coming, but as soon as their mouths collided, he reciprocated, kissing her back as eagerly as his new position would allow. Molly’s attack had caught him off guard, and he’d slumped back into the passenger seat, now pinioned by his passionate little pet. Of course, he could have fought her off. He’d have had her flat against the driver’s seat with ease if he’d wanted to, but the truth was he didn’t want to. This was a side of Molly he had never seen.

Because he’d never allowed it.

But he had to concede, the wild side of his kitten was making him hard.

Molly drew back from him, her arms either side of his chest propping her up. Her face was flushed with emotion, her eyes wild with fire. It was like she could barely believe what had just happened, what she’d just done.

“Is that a yes to the kiss, kitten?” he laughed as he questioned her, loving her the blush in her cheeks grew darker.

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Fairy Fun by Anita Philmar

In this week in the NeverEnding Blog Tour, we have this fun, erotic fantasy romance Fairy Fun!

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Dedrick Forester, Prince of Endole, is fast approaching the end of his fairy cycle, which means losing his ability to fly, transforming into a wood gnome, and having to choose a mate. Until then he just wants to have fun…and lots of sex.

King Rosewood of Evermore is determined to see his daughter wed, but Chloe loves the freedom of fairy flight too much to settle down as a frumpy old wood gnome. She escapes and spreads her wings to reach new heights…like air sex with a stranger.

Combine her passion with Dedrick’s and sparks light up the sky. Both discover pleasure beyond their wildest fantasies. But neither is prepared for the emotional connection. Now Dedrick must convince Chloe that losing her wings doesn’t mean there aren’t other ways to fly?

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Intrigued by her suggestion of air-sex, Dedrick touched his glass to hers. Energy sizzled down his spine, and he fought his impatience. “Dedrick, and when would you like to give it a go?”

After taking a long swig, she dabbed her finger at each corner of her mouth. “Why not right now?”

His cock jumped and his brain hit overload. He forced his unsteady hands to lower his shell back to the bar. Was she just teasing him? “Last I looked it was raining.”

She grinned before raising her drink to her lips and tipping back her drink. Was the lady looking for Dutch chocolate courage?

She set down her shell and raised a brow. “I bet it’s stopped by now. And if not, the canopy of the trees should protect us from most of the heavy drops.”

He glanced at her body again and wondered if he’d fallen into an erotic dream. “I’m game if you are?”

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Molly finds herself wanting more in this #SatSpanks

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Connor swatted her again, pausing to admire the way the impact passed over her cheeks. “Do you need this spanking, kitten?” he demanded, noticing his voice had fallen to little more than a growl. He didn’t know why he asked, having already determined for himself that the answer was yes, but somehow, there was always something so bloody satisfying about hearing it from Molly’s lips.

“Yes, Master,” she breathed as he landed a fourth strike, followed by another three in fast succession. “Yes, I need it.”

“Yes. You. Do.” Connor agreed, accentuating each word with a new swat. “Just think about how many months you’ve gone without my discipline.” Connor landed another hard spank, conscious of his cock throbbing gloriously at the groan that left his kitten’s lips. “How many spankings have you needed?” he asked her. “How many have you missed?”

“Too many, Master,” she panted as he continued, spanking her gorgeous backside time and time again as if to reinforce the point.

“Yes, too many,” he agreed. “I know you, kitten, and naughty little pets like you need regular spankings to keep them in their place.” He paused, watching as her hips rose of their own accord. It was as though Molly’s body was actually looking for his palm. “Don’t they?” he demanded.

“Yes!” She was almost screeching now, though Connor didn’t think he’d been very hard on her so far. Allowing his gaze to drink in the length of her body, he concluded with a wry smile that his pet’s desperation was more to do with her burgeoning arousal, than her pain threshold. He knew from experience that she was well-equipped to deal with a lot of pain.

“Yes, Master. They do. I do!”

“Yes,” he agreed again, and as he spoke, Connor shifted his palm and aimed his next strike directly at her pussy. Molly yelped at the new strike, but the sound morphed quickly into something of a moan. “You like that, kitten,” he mused mockingly. “Don’t you?” Her wide-kneed stance made it easy to access her wet seam, and even the swat he’d just delivered hadn’t made her legs close.

“Yes, Master,” she admitted, her voice a strangled sound which conveyed her very obvious misery on the subject. “Tell me, then,” he commanded as he smacked the area again. “Tell your Master what you like, you naughty little pet.”

Molly moaned at the instruction, her hips grinding against his legs as he gave the order. Her body language was more than clear; Molly wanted more. Much, more more.


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