Lily learns to embrace the pain in this week’s #SatSpanks

This week on #SatSpanks, there is an excerpt from my latest release, Forbidden. This is the final chapter in Ethan and Lily’s story and the final book in the Dark Necessitites Prequel trilogy.  Be sure to #oneclick this book today so you can read all the hot steamy action and find out how this exciting story comes to an end!!

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The rhythmic patting at her clit which could so easily lull Lily into somewhere heavenly if only Ethan would allow it to continue for long enough vanished again, replaced by a hard strike to her pussy instead. She screamed this time, permitting the pent-up energy coursing around her body to be liberated as the pain spiked, but as soon as the sound was out, the gentle crop was back. Teasing her, luring her and forcing Lily back into the realms of pleasure again.

Oh, sir. She tried to gather her scattering thoughts.

Only Ethan could do this. Only he could make her feel this way. One moment he makes an admission that should shock her to the core, and the next he has her back against the ropes again, hurting her and pleasing her—all at the same time.

“Is that good?” he asked with a laugh, but all Lily could do was blink in response.

He had a fistful of her hair and she could barely move her head, and all she could think about was that relentless little tapping at her clit.

Tap, tap, tap.

Each soft lick goading her, and drawing her body closer and closer to ecstasy.

And then the burgeoning pleasure was gone, and he brought he crop back down hard against her wetness instead, eliciting an even louder, guttural cry from her stretched lips.

“I said, is that good?”

Ethan’s voice was demanding.

Yes, sir.

She forced her reeling thoughts to answer him. Yes, sir. More. Please.

The sound of his dark laughter enveloped her as the tapping resumed, his hand tightening against her scalp.

“You’re going to come for me like this, pet,” he snarled from somewhere over her head.

Oh God. He was right, and Lily’s eyes squeezed shut in response. Much more of this and she was going to come. It was so good. It was all so good. All the pain and intensity of it. The way he was immobilizing her, the collar at her neck and the fucking horrible gag in her mouth. It was maddening, but it was working, pulling her rebellious body toward the highs that only Ethan had access to. The crop continued its magic, making her gasp and clench around the plastic in her mouth and the long plastic shaft still shoved into her arse. The aching fullness taunted her, reminding her who owned her body as Ethan’s crop tormented her clit through the hair of the tail he forced her to wear.

“That’s right.”

She blinked her eyes open at the sound of his growl, but Lily could barely take in anything. She didn’t see the garden furniture stacked neatly in front of her, or the numerous potted plants she’d been growing out here for years.

All there was now was Ethan and his wonderful darkness, and the knowledge that he was going to make her succumb.

It was only a matter of time.

“That’s right,” he told her again. “You’re mine, little pet. Mine to leash, mine to plug and mine to torture.”

Yes, sir.

“Tell me!”

I’m yours.

“Louder!”

Oh fuck, Ethan. I’m yours, sir. She screeched the words as powerfully as she could from her head into his.

“And who owns this arse?” he demanded, tapping the crop against the base of the plug wedged into her behind.

Lily moaned at the change of tact. Her body missing the clitoral stimulation, yet the tremors he sent through the plug nearly made her come anyway.

You own it, Ethan.

She wanted to turn her head and see him, but the fist in her hair was having none of it. There was no moving. There was no independent thought.

There was only Ethan.

Ethan’s will and Ethan’s way.

“And this cunt?” he mused out loud, dragging the crop south from the butt plug to her dripping wet pussy. “Who owns this, Lily?”

Her breaths were coming out in short, sharp bursts by now, her mind struggling to keep up with the multitude of sensations he was creating throughout her body.

You! she yelled as she blinked at the hand-crafted pots. You own it, sir.

Ethan lifted the crop and Lily just had time to gasp before it came crashing down against her pussy again, the pain now morphing straight into heat as her body sought out the pleasure it knew it deserved.

He chuckled ominously at that thought.

“Oh, you deserve it baby,” he agreed as he spanked her pussy with the crop again. “And don’t you worry, I’m going to give it to you.”


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Forbidden is Live!!!!

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Ethan’s cock throbbed with need at the way Lily responded to his decision. Her already flaming cheeks seemed to blush harder and her breaths were coming out in short pants. He threw her a smile as he closed the drawer and made his way back to the bed clutching his choice of implements. As his shins hit the side of the covers, he tossed them down, just a few inches from Lily’s head.

She lifted her gaze, eyeing all three with obvious suspicion.

“So, my naughty wife prefers the paddle, does she?” he asked, for some reason still talking about Lily in the third person even though she was right there on her knees in front of him. There was just something about the deed, somehow it seemed to objectify Lily further—an objective they both wanted him to achieve.

“Does that mean I should use it first or last?”

Lily’s wide eyes met his gaze. “Sir?”

He didn’t have to look into her thoughts to see the panic swelling in her now, Lily’s body language was giving it away effortlessly and his erection grew as a direct result. After all this time, that flicker of fear in Lily’s gaze still made him hard. But then Ethan guessed some things would never change.

“Never mind,” he told her with a smile. “I have decided to be kind and save the best until last for you.”

She gasped, probably uncertain if that was a kindness or not, but wisely, Lily said nothing. Ethan reached forward, selecting the thin cane from just beyond her nose and holding it up for inspection. It had been a very long time since he’d last caned Lily, but based on the huffing and puffing that was coming from her, she hadn’t forgotten its keen bite.

“Oh God!”

The words left her lips in a rushed breath and Ethan knew how much effort it was taking for Lily to remain in position for him. Every instinct in her body was telling her to get up and run for the door.

“But you’re not going to run, are you, Lily?”

She pressed her palms down in front of her, as though she needed to ground herself. “No, sir,” she promised. “But please. I hate that thing.”

Ethan lowered the cane and moved toward her. “Hate is a strong word, little one,” he replied in a soft voice. “You may not like it, but do you deserve it?”

Lily screwed her face up. “Maybe, sir, but—”

He lifted the cane above her prone arse as her protest began, bringing it down swiftly across both helpless cheeks and ending her sentence.

She leapt from the bed at the impact, yelling out into the covers as she buried her face in them.

“There will be no excuses, Lily.” Ethan’s voice was little more than a growl as he tilted his head to assess the mark the implement had made against her pale skin. “You will kneel there and take your punishment like a good girl. Got it?”

Lily lifted her head, blinking away tears as she answered. “Yes, sir. I’ve got it.”

Ethan nodded. “Good. Six strokes of the cane then?”

He presented it as a question, though he didn’t know why. Lily’s fate was already sealed.

“Six more, sir?” she whined.

“Absolutely, six more,” he repeated. “That first one was just a warning about what happens when we don’t accept our punishment.”

She pressed her face back into the covers at that and Ethan smiled. It was such an ironic sentiment coming from a man like him—a man who had successfully dodged his punishment for decades. Inching forward he raised the cane over her vulnerable backside.

“You’re going to thank me for each strike, Mrs. Reilly,” he told her. “And then, once we’re finished with the cane, you can tell me what you’re being punished for.”

Lily sniffed, twisting her head at the news. “Yes, sir,” she mewled.

Ethan swatted her with the cane again, and this time he did it with real force. He watched with satisfaction as Lily’s fingers clawed at their bedding, but somehow, she swallowed down the pain. Ethan smiled. He was almost proud of her.

She lifted her head. “Thank you, sir,” she managed, although Ethan could tell it was killing her to have to say the words.

“You’re welcome,” he replied happily. “That was one.”

He landed the next strike a little lower than the first and this time she squealed.

Damn it, Ethan! That hurts so much!

“Good,” he told her sternly. “I want it to bloody hurt, Lily. I want you to remember why it hurts every time you try and sit down.”

She inhaled at that, the defiance radiating from her body. “Thank you, sir.”

That was said between gritted teeth, but still, she had said it. That’s what counted. Ethan could work on getting her to mean it as they went.

“That’s two, Lily. Brace yourself.”

Lily’s cheeks tensed at his command and Ethan wanted to chuckle.

“Not like that,” he chided, tapping her cheeks with the end of the cane. “Relax those cheeks and just be ready.”

She panted again, and in Lily’s thoughts Ethan caught a myriad of complaints, but he ignored them, instead lining up his next shot. He aimed for the place her thighs met by delicious arse, and this time Lily jumped clear from the bed at the hurt.

“Ow, ow, ow!” she yelped, reaching around to claw at the punished area.

“Get those hands away,” he barked. “You know better than that, Lily!”

He ensured he locked gazes with her and Lily bit her lip in shame as she withdrew her palms. “I’m sorry, sir,” she whimpered. “But it’s too much.”

No, it’s not, his thoughts told her. It’s not even close to being too much, sweetheart.

Watery eyes blinked at him.

Accept your fate or I will be harder on you.

It took a moment, but Ethan saw the moment she ceded the point. Her shoulders slumped, her head falling forward again.

“Better,” he praised. “Now, thank me and then you can tell me how many strikes you have left.”

Lily shifted her head miserably. “Thank you, sir,” she mumbled. “There are three to go.”

Though God knows how I’ll get through them.

“You’ll get through them,” Ethan said with a smile. “You’ll get through all of it, and do you know why, little girl?”

Lily’s gaze had the temerity to narrow at that. “Because I deserve it, sir.”

“Right,” he replied. “Now spread those legs and get ready. The last three are coming hard and fast.”

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You will submit… in this week’s #SatSpanks

This week on #SatSpanks, there is an exclusive excerpt from my story which is part of the Vikings Anthology. Jerrik is my story which I hope you have had a chance to read already. If not, grab it while it is on sale for 99c/99p.  Be sure to #oneclick this book today so you can read all the hot, alpha vikings!!

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Jerrik grinned at the concession. “A good, hard, bare-bottomed spanking over my knee should help you to remember,” he drawled. “Do you not think?”

Her breaths were coming out in short, fast pants. “A spanking?”

He nodded. “Yes.”

Brigid closed her eyes at his edict. “Then please, Jerrik, do not make me endure it in front of my son. This is new to him also.”

Jerrik appraised her pained expression with interest. He’d never even contemplated the child witnessing her penance until now; in fact, until this morning, he’d never even contemplated having a child before.

“We shall find something to amuse him this afternoon,” he decided, raising his hand to gently tilt her chin in his direction.

The touch of his hand at her face drew Brigid’s eyes open in an instant, and for a long moment, their eyes locked.

“And once we are alone, you will learn how to submit, wife.”

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Twisted – the first Dom of Dukes…

Today is the day! You finally get to meet Dimitri, Marius, and Jenny…

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Dimitri Henderson—the identical twin I never knew. He’s a man with everything: education, wealth, and all the best contacts. A man anyone would envy, but one I’m determined to bring down. I don’t just want his lifestyle. I’ll take his woman, too.

Marius Barnett had it all worked out. A plan to seize his twin brother’s money and assets, and even a scheme to get rid of Dimitri himself, but there was one thing Marius hadn’t bargained on—and that was Dimitri’s woman.

Jenny Nixon was everything he’d ever wanted. She was smart, beautiful, and a natural submissive in the bedroom, and Marius was thrilled to take her as part of the deal. But Marius was unprepared for what would happen next. He never reckoned on falling in love.

 

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She was naked now.

Dimitri wasted no time in flipping her over onto her hands and knees in the middle of the vast white bed. He edged between her legs and again gripped her ass cheeks.

“You’ve gone red,” he said, “from one slap.”

“It was a hard slap.”

“Too hard?”

She paused. “No.”

“You liked it?”

Jenny hesitated, then, “Yes.”

“Good, because you have some more coming.”

Before she could even ask what crime, if any, she’d committed, a set of hard thwacks landed on her rear.

She jerked forward with each one, but he held her firm with his free hand.

“Fuck yeah,” he said, tipping over her and speaking into her ear. The small patch of hair in the center of his chest scratched between her shoulder blades. “We’re perfect together, can’t you see that?”

“Dimitri, I…”

“What?”

“In London, you, I mean I…”

“It was different? Yes, it was.” He kissed the back of her head, and the tip of his cock nudged her entrance. “That was our first time together, I didn’t want to scare you with my kinks.”

“Kinks don’t scare me.”

“That pleases me to hear.” He slipped in, only an inch. “Oh, but Jesus Christ, not as much as your tight, wet cunt pleases me. Hell yeah, I’m going to give it to you so good, Jenny. You’ll never forget this first time in Dubai with me fucking you.”

The dirty words spilling from his mouth had her belly clenching and her clit throbbing. The burn from the slaps he’d delivered was glowing in her pelvis, ramping up her lust. She wanted more of everything he could give her.

“Fuck me.” She stared at a painting on the wall above the bed, not seeing the picture, just feeling the need in her body.

“Sir. Fuck me, Sir,” he snapped.

“Fuck me, Sir,” she said, the words running like cream from her lips. They were meant to be there, to be uttered for him, only him. “Fuck me, Sir.”

“Good girl,” he said, then thrust forward, plunging his cock balls deep.

She cried out and fisted the sheets. The filling was fast and hard, stretching her and mixing a delicious stitch of pain with the blissful density of his shaft.

“Ah yeah,” he said. “This is it. You’re going to get what you really need now, Jenny.”

“Give it to me.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“Good.” He gripped her hips tighter.

There’d be bruises tomorrow. She didn’t care. She braced her spine and locked her elbows.

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Jenny admits to Dimitri what she likes in this week’s #SatSpanks

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“Sex between unmarried couples is illegal.” He trailed his lips up to her temple and spoke against her skin. “What we did in London, that would have us both arrested and locked up. The key thrown away.”

“It would?” What they’d done in London. Damn, she wanted more of that, now. But what was he saying? Was sex off the agenda? Had she come all this way for nothing?

“Luckily,” he went on, slipping his hand to her other breast. “We have more than one bedroom here, so we can stay under the premise of having separate rooms and all being perfectly decent.”

“And will we? Be perfectly decent, that is?”

“What do you think?”

“It wasn’t what I had in mind.”

“Me neither.” He released the top button of her blouse and slid his fingers beneath the material.

His flesh was warm on hers, his fingers big as they delved under the lace of her bra.

“Dimitri,” she gasped when he sought her nipple and tugged.

“Jenny. God, you’re so damn sexy.”

“But what about…? Should we go—?”

“It’s okay. I understand everything.”

“You do?”

“Yes.” He removed his fingers from her bra, tugged his hand from her blouse, and slid downward, to the waistband of her dark denims. “And I want you to trust me.”

She hesitated, then, “I do trust you.”

“Already?” A sliver of surprise edged into his tone.

“We’ve known each other for a while.”

“I suppose we have.” He released the top button on her jeans then drew down the zipper.

She trembled, curled her toes inside her shoes, and stared straight ahead at the view.

God, I love his hands on me.

“I need to touch you,” he said into her hair. “Feel you again.”

Oh and she loved this new side to him, this holding her tight and firm, taking what he wanted, being more dominant. “Yes. Touch me again.”

She gasped as he shoved at her denims, pushing them down to allow some give in the material. She wasn’t exposed, but he had access.

“Doing this” he said, his free hand coming up to her forehead and covering it. He forced her crown to the crook of his neck and held her there. “Would have us arrested.”

“Is it really so bad?” She widened her stance. Needing his fingers on her, in her. Getting arrested was the last thing on her mind.

“Tell me, does it feel bad? Criminally bad?”

“No.” She moaned as he maneuvered beneath the waistband of her panties. “Not at all.”

“So it feels good?”

“Yes. Oh, Dimitri, I wanted this again, with you…so much.”

“And…” he said softly.“Tell me…” He sought out her clit and rubbed the pads of his fingers over it. “Tell me what else you wanted from me that night in London.”

“Mmmm… I wanted to feel you let go, give in to your lust and just take me, wild and full of passion.”

There, she’d said it. Told him what she’d wanted. Put it on the table. He didn’t have to be a perfect gentleman in the bedroom, she didn’t need that. She needed a man to push her boundaries, help her learn about all the nuances in her desires and be comfortable enough with himself to give in to his animal urges.

Yes. Animal.

“A bit like the heat, you think you can handle my lust?” He slipped through her soft folds and circled her entrance. “Handle me if I go ahead and take what I want?”

“Oh, fuck…” She grasped his wrist, digging in her fingertips.

He chuckled. “Plenty of time for that. Right now you get this, and we’ll see how well you cope.”

He pushed into her, two fingers, thick and long.

She sagged against him, her pussy dampening and easing his way.

“Damn, you’re hot and tight,” he muttered. “Lucky bastard.”

She trembled and clenched around him. “What?”

“Er, I’m a lucky bastard. To have you.” He withdrew then pumped back in. Setting up a rhythm and hand-fucking her.

Her knees weakened, and she was glad he had her clamped to his body. She didn’t trust herself to stay standing. It felt so damn good to be at his mercy this way. They hadn’t even gotten upstairs. The bedroom wasn’t part of the equation, and here he was, driving her to a climax.

“You’re perfect, you know that?” he whispered, his voice a little hoarse, as though excitement was stealing some of his breath.

“More.”

“You want more?”

“Yes, oh yes…please.”

“Because you said please, you can have more.” His palm caught on her clitoris, stimulating it with each jab of his fingers.

“Oh God,” she gasped, locking her knees.

“You’re going to come soon,” he said, his lips on her hair once more. “And your pussy will grip my fingers, your arousal will slick over my palm. And out there”—he paused—“are people, going about their business in offices, houses, boats, and helicopters. People who if they had binoculars could see you right now.”

“Fuck.” She clamped her thighs together. What was he saying? That she could be arrested, thrown in jail?

“But none of that matters, my sweet Jenny, because you trust me, you trust my judgement that no one is watching, no harm will come to you if you surrender to my touch and take what you need.”

“Oh, I need… I need to…” She was wet now, wet and needy, the pressure growing fast in her clit. He was touching her just right, building her up so fast and in a way she’d hadn’t even dreamed a man could.

“That’s it, let it go, let everything go. I’ve got you,” he said.

“I’m going to…”

“Yes and while you do, know that I own you, you are mine. Mind, body, and soul, all fucking mine.” He clasped her closer, the length of his body firm on hers, a thick bulge pressing into the small of her back. “Come, let me feel you come.”

She was trapped, held hostage by him. Her head spun, her nerves were on fire. She may well have observers, with no faces and no names, out there in the distance, but she didn’t care. The only thing she cared about was Dimitri wringing this orgasm from her, pushing her into a spiral of bliss.

She held her breath, her ribcage swelling against his back. It was close, the pressure too big to contain.

The sound of his flesh rubbing on hers competed with the sound of her thudding pulse.

It was there. For a few sweeter than sweet seconds she was held in suspension, ecstasy ruling every sense, then she pounded into a wild orgasm. He didn’t let up, stayed with her, impaling her with his fingers.

“Dimitri!” she yelled, dragging her nails over his forearms. “Oh…please.”

“That’s it, let me own you,” he said into her ear. “All of you, and all of your pleasure.”

“Oh, don’t stop.”

He didn’t, fucking her with his fingers and dragging over her clit. She tried to raise her head, but he held it secure in the crook of his neck.

She was battling for breath, her throat tight, her legs weak.

“Ah, you’re so wet now, dripping for me and hugging my fingers. Sweet, sexy Jenny who has so many needs to be fulfilled.”

 

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Vikings – Dare to Enter Our World

Today is the day you finally get to meet Jerrik along with all of the other hot Viking men in this anthology! Be sure to grab a copy today by following the link below.

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Dare to enter our world

A horde of battle-hardened, ferocious Nordic warriors.
A Pictish village at the mercy of its enemies.
A harrowing bargain struck for nine fearful and reluctant brides.

Delivered into Viking hands, claimed and conquered, each bride must accept that she belongs to her new master.
But, as wedding nights bring surrender to duty, will fierce lovers also surrender their hearts?

The Highland wilderness is savage, life is perilous, and the future uncertain, but each Viking has sworn protection, and there are no lengths to which a man will not go to safeguard the woman he loves.

Nine tales of suspense, seduction and adventure, told against the forbidding backdrop of medieval Scotland.

Journey together with indomitable heroes and intrepid heroines, as they discover that the raging storms of fear and passion can transform into enduring devotion.

Heat level: volcanic 
Filled with action and suspense, these intensely passionate Viking historical romance stories feature scorching scenes of sexy sizzle.

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Nine conquering reasons to surrender
Brandr – by Ashe Barker
Steinn – by Lily Harlem
Jerrik – by Felicity Brandon
Magnus – by Emmanuelle de Maupassant
Graeme – by Gianna Simone
Thorolf – by Vanessa Brooks
Garth – by Sassa Daniels
Ragnar – by Sky Purington
Bjorn – by Jane Burrelli 

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It’s Cover Reveal Time!!

Hello everyone. I’m super excited to share with you my new cover for Fobidden! This is the third and final book in the Dark Necessities Prequel trilogy —and the final instalment in the dark universe of Connor and Molly.

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The rhythmic patting at her clit which could so easily lull Lily into somewhere heavenly if only Ethan would allow it to continue for long enough vanished again, replaced by a hard strike to her pussy instead. She screamed this time, permitting the pent-up energy coursing around her body to be liberated as the pain spiked, but as soon as the sound was out, the gentle crop was back. Teasing her, luring her and forcing Lily back into the realms of pleasure again.

Oh, sir. She tried to gather her scattering thoughts.

Only Ethan could do this. Only he could make her feel this way. One moment he makes an admission that should shock her to the core, and the next he has her back against the ropes again, hurting her and pleasing her—all at the same time.

“Is that good?” he asked with a laugh, but all Lily could do was blink in response.

He had a fistful of her hair and she could barely move her head, and all she could think about was that relentless little tapping at her clit.

Tap, tap, tap.

Each soft lick goading her, and drawing her body closer and closer to ecstasy.

And then the burgeoning pleasure was gone, and he brought he crop back down hard against her wetness instead, eliciting an even louder, guttural cry from her stretched lips.

“I said, is that good?”

Ethan’s voice was demanding.

Yes, sir.

She forced her reeling thoughts to answer him. Yes, sir. More. Please.

The sound of his dark laughter enveloped her as the tapping resumed, his hand tightening against her scalp.

“You’re going to come for me like this, pet,” he snarled from somewhere over her head.

Oh God. He was right, and Lily’s eyes squeezed shut in response. Much more of this and she was going to come. It was so good. It was all so good. All the pain and intensity of it. The way he was immobilizing her, the collar at her neck and the fucking horrible gag in her mouth. It was maddening, but it was working, pulling her rebellious body toward the highs that only Ethan had access to. The crop continued its magic, making her gasp and clench around the plastic in her mouth and the long plastic shaft still shoved into her arse. The aching fullness taunted her, reminding her who owned her body as Ethan’s crop tormented her clit through the hair of the tail he forced her to wear.

“That’s right.”

She blinked her eyes open at the sound of his growl, but Lily could barely take in anything. She didn’t see the garden furniture stacked neatly in front of her, or the numerous potted plants she’d been growing out here for years.

All there was now was Ethan and his wonderful darkness, and the knowledge that he was going to make her succumb.

It was only a matter of time.

“That’s right,” he told her again. “You’re mine, little pet. Mine to leash, mine to plug and mine to torture.”

Yes, sir.

“Tell me!”

I’m yours.

“Louder!”

Oh fuck, Ethan. I’m yours, sir. She screeched the words as powerfully as she could from her head into his.

“And who owns this arse?” he demanded, tapping the crop against the base of the plug wedged into her behind.

Lily moaned at the change of tact. Her body missing the clitoral stimulation, yet the tremors he sent through the plug nearly made her come anyway.

You own it, Ethan.

She wanted to turn her head and see him, but the fist in her hair was having none of it. There was no moving. There was no independent thought.

There was only Ethan.

Ethan’s will and Ethan’s way.

“And this cunt?” he mused out loud, dragging the crop south from the butt plug to her dripping wet pussy. “Who owns this, Lily?”

Her breaths were coming out in short, sharp bursts by now, her mind struggling to keep up with the multitude of sensations he was creating throughout her body.

You! she yelled as she blinked at the hand-crafted pots. You own it, sir.

Ethan lifted the crop and Lily just had time to gasp before it came crashing down against her pussy again, the pain now morphing straight into heat as her body sought out the pleasure it knew it deserved.

He chuckled ominously at that thought.

“Oh, you deserve it baby,” he agreed as he spanked her pussy with the crop again. “And don’t you worry, I’m going to give it to you.”

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