Twisted is on Sale!

Greetings, Fierce friends! I have an incredible surprise for you this week.

From Sept 22 through Sept 27th, Twisted is going to be on sale for 99c/p! If you have not grabbed this book yet, now is the chance to grab it while it is on sale. 🙂Twisted Cover

Here is a steamy excerpt from the book to whet your appetite even more!

“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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Ready to be Tempted? #SatSpanks

This week on #SatSpanks, there is an excerpt from my brand new release, Tempted.

This is the first chapter in Dalton’s story, a hot torrid tale of chemistry, lust and secrets.  Be sure to #oneclick this book so you can read all the hot steamy action now!

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Arousal soared through his body as he lined up the crop for the next strike. Raising the implement, he landed a further two spanks to her reddening cheeks. Dalton’s hunch that Delilah might be receptive to the implement had been proven correct, but in his wildest dreams, he could never have foreseen this. She wasn’t just welcoming, she was wild. In all his years, Dalton had rarely seen a woman so turned on by the crop. Or maybe it wasn’t just the crop? Perhaps his little firecracker liked the pain, or the bondage, or her inability to take control like she usually did? He couldn’t be sure which factor inspired the greatest arousal, and yet the look of her plump, drenched lips told him it didn’t truly matter. Against all odds, Delilah was absolutely revelling in the treatment, and that was what counted.

“Oh, twenty-one and two! Sir.”

Dalton grinned. He hadn’t even had to prompt Delilah to respond this time. “Very good, firecracker,” he purred, swatting the other cheek twice. “You’re doing well at this.”

Delilah groaned, pushing her tempting cunt back as though she was searching for the next strike. “Thank you, sir. That was twenty-three and four.”

His heart raced at Delilah’s wanton display. She had always seemed like a sexual woman, but seeing her this way was sending Dalton into a hedonistic spin of his own. He desired Delilah more than he cared to admit—more than was logical. And as he gazed down at her panting form, the idea of just keeping her for himself seemed all too plausible.

But, Dalton couldn’t do that.

He didn’t just take women—that wasn’t him.

Abduction was so much more Connor’s style, and yet as he struck Delilah’s prone backside once more, nothing had ever seemed so alluring to Dalton before. He could do it. He could just keep her tied up and horny for him. Who cared about Delilah’s true motivations for coming to Diablo that night? Who cared if none of it made sense? And as she numbered the strike for him, he was suddenly overwhelmed with the possibility.

Maybe it was Dalton’s time to live a little?

His turn to do something irrational.

His chance to fall in love.

The notion filled his head, and he smiled as he continued to rain the crop down against Delilah’s breathtaking arse. Her thoughts were quiet now, no longer speaking of the pain, but consumed only with the burgeoning desire coursing through her veins, and Dalton agreed wholeheartedly. He landed strike after strike, pausing only to allow Delilah to name the swat, until, finally, there was only one more remaining.

“How many more, Delle?” There was really no need to demand the answer from her delightful lips, especially as she had only just informed him that the prior strike was number thirty-nine, yet still he asked, unable to contain the craving he felt to hear Delilah’s raspy little tone again.

“One more, sir,” she breathed and glancing over her shoulder at him, Delilah flashed him a wicked smile. “Thank you.”

Their gazes locked for a second before he landed the final strike. Dalton saw the hurt flicker through her eyes, but it was over almost before it started, her thoughts confirming what her body so ably demonstrated. She fucking loved the pain.

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Tempted is LIVE!!!!!

Hello everyone. I’m super excited to share with you Tempted is now LIVE!!! You can now purchase the next installment in the Dark Necessities Series! This is the first chapter of Dalton’s story and I cannot wait for you to read his story!!!

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“What’s that supposed to mean?” she quipped once more. “Are you threatening me… again?”

He smiled at her, hoping she could sense how hazardous her situation was at this moment. Dalton wasn’t usually the kind of man who would force himself on anyone. He loved his kink, but he only practiced it in consensual unions. Dalton wasn’t his brother— he had never taken anyone without consent, and he never would. Connor and he shared many proclivities, but his little brother had always had a darker edge than he. Delilah however, was pushing all of his buttons; one after the other, as though she were waiting for him—begging him—to respond with a show of dominance.

“I’m not threatening you,” Dalton assured her. “I’m promising you. If you don’t curb your tone, and apologize to me right away, I’m not only going to give you a lesson in bondage, but also one in respect.”

Delilah’s nostrils flared at the sound of his words. “You wouldn’t fucking dare,” she replied in almost a snarl. “I don’t know who you are, Dalton Reilly, but you can’t do a damn thing to me.”

Dalton took a deep breath, steadying himself. “You’re wrong, Delilah,” he told her softly. “You came to me, looking for answers, and then—in the sanctuary of my own office—you try and charge me. That is not acceptable defences.”

“Says you,” she countered, dryly.

“Right.” Dalton confirmed. “It’s my rules, in my office in the building I help run, but you knew all of that before you brought your pretty little arse over here. Didn’t you, Delilah?”

She bit her lip, the color in her cheeks growing stronger. “You think it’s pretty?”

Her tone was laced with sarcasm, and the sound furled the tension in Dalton’s groin. He couldn’t wait to haul the aforementioned arse straight over his lap and tan it with his palm.

“You know I do,” he murmured. “You’re a smart girl, Delle. I know you can sense what’s happening between us.”

Delilah’s eyes sparkled as Dalton confirmed the compliment. “Yet you’re still going to give me that lesson?”

What was that? She almost sounded more hopeful than defiant.

“You’re damn right I am,” he replied, tugging her body forward with the ropes at her wrists. “It’s about time you learned what happens when you defy me.”

Dalton pulled harder, sending Delilah’s body lurching toward him. Her eyes were as wide as saucers as she stumbled, her concern obvious, yet still there was only a barrage of abuse form her mouth.

“Get off me!” she barked. “You have no right to manhandle me this way. I didn’t consent to this.”

He sighed. Technically, Delilah was correct—she hadn’t signed up for a spanking, but that was just tough, because a spanking was exactly what she was going to get. Dalton intended to leave her backside stinging, so that every time she sat down for the rest of the day, Delilah would think of him.

“You wanted to know more about BDSM, Delle.” She landed against his lap, her bound hands grasping at his knees as her shocked face rose to meet his statement. Dalton smiled. “And you asked for a practical demonstration of my bondage skills. Now, you’re just going to get a little bit more than you bargained for, that’s all.”

Dalton lifted her arms, taking Delilah’s weight as he raised her back to her feet. The expression on her face was absolutely priceless, and now both her mind and her lips were stunned into silence.

“Get over here,” he instructed, drawing the bewildered redhead around to his right side by her bound wrists.

Delilah gasped, but her feet were moving, and a moment later she stood trembling beside him.

“Can I assume you’ve never been spanked before?” Dalton knew his tone was mocking, but somehow, he couldn’t help himself.

Exerting himself over Delilah like this was absolutely exhilarating. Yes, he’d dominated plenty of women before and he’d enjoyed virtually every encounter, but not like this. This was something else—the energy in the room was palpable—and so far, he’d only bound Delilah and threatened her with a spanking. Dalton’s mind was filled with possibilities, his imagination considering each one as he tugged at the black ropes again.

“Delilah?”

“No,” she rasped. “No, I haven’t.”

Her body was still, and dare he say, compliant, but those sky-blue eyes were ablaze with indignation.

“Since you’re being punished for the way you behaved, Delilah, I’d like you to call me sir, or Mr. Reilly, if you prefer.”

Fury sparkled in Delilah’s eyes. “Sir?” She practically choked on the word. “No fucking way, Dalton.”

Dalton jerked her wrists forward. Not enough for Delilah to lose balance, but enough to make her yelp in panic as she struggled to stay on her feet. “Will you just do as you’re told?”

She turned to him, and now the venom in her gaze was obvious. “Yes, Mr. Reilly,” she hissed.

Dalton sighed again. It seemed everything was going to be a battle with Delilah, but that was okay. He was too damn excited at the prospect of spanking her to much care, and anyway, hadn’t she ceded in the end, giving him what he sought once he had pressed the point?

Their gazes locked, the intensity blazing between them almost as powerfully as the blush burgeoning at her face. “I’d love to say I’ll go easy on you, Delilah,” he told her. “But I’m not a liar.”

Delilah sucked the air in between her teeth. “Wait!” she almost screeched. “You can’t do this. You can’t—”

He’d heard enough, and yanking hard, he sent Delilah crashing down over his thighs. She crumpled over him unceremoniously, seemingly temporarily stunned that he’d had the audacity to haul her down across his lap.

How the fuck? Her startled thoughts curled Dalton’s lips, though of course, now Delilah couldn’t see the gesture. How dare he? How dare he do this?

Her feet kicked out against the plush carpet of his office, her stiletto heels lost as she still screamed in protest. Dalton steadied her, ensuring her bound arms were okay before his attention turned back to her fabulous arse. He ran one palm down over the back of her pencil skirt.

Delilah panted, twisting her head to look at him. “You can’t do this!”

Her cheeks were flustered now, her eyes watery as though she was on the brink of tears. Evidently, Delilah had not found herself in this position before, and it was clear that was the one point she had told the truth about.

“I am doing this, Delle,” he said soothingly. “And things will go a lot smoother if you’d stop fighting.”

The tension in her muscles seemed to peak at his request, and her legs came crashing back against the carpet again. “Fuck that!” The fury was back in her voice as well. “I am not going to let you do this.”

Dalton shook his head. He didn’t know much about the little firecracker across his lap, but he’d already garnered enough to acknowledge nothing could ever be easy with her.

“Have it your way then.”

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It’s Cover Reveal Time!!

Hello everyone. I’m super excited to share with you my new cover for Tempted! This is the first chapter of Dalton’s story and I cannot wait for you to read his story!!! Be sure to look for its release on Sept 23rd!!

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Check out this steamy excerpt from Tempted—I cannot wait for you to read this book!

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she quipped once more. “Are you threatening me… again?”

He smiled at her, hoping she could sense how hazardous her situation was at this moment. Dalton wasn’t usually the kind of man who would force himself on anyone. He loved his kink, but he only practiced it in consensual unions. Dalton wasn’t his brother— he had never taken anyone without consent, and he never would. Connor and he shared many proclivities, but his little brother had always had a darker edge than he. Delilah however, was pushing all of his buttons; one after the other, as though she were waiting for him—begging him—to respond with a show of dominance.

“I’m not threatening you,” Dalton assured her. “I’m promising you. If you don’t curb your tone, and apologize to me right away, I’m not only going to give you a lesson in bondage, but also one in respect.”

Delilah’s nostrils flared at the sound of his words. “You wouldn’t fucking dare,” she replied in almost a snarl. “I don’t know who you are, Dalton Reilly, but you can’t do a damn thing to me.”

Dalton took a deep breath, steadying himself. “You’re wrong, Delilah,” he told her softly. “You came to me, looking for answers, and then—in the sanctuary of my own office—you try and charge me. That is not acceptable defences.”

“Says you,” she countered, dryly.

“Right.” Dalton confirmed. “It’s my rules, in my office in the building I help run, but you knew all of that before you brought your pretty little arse over here. Didn’t you, Delilah?”

She bit her lip, the color in her cheeks growing stronger. “You think it’s pretty?”

Her tone was laced with sarcasm, and the sound furled the tension in Dalton’s groin. He couldn’t wait to haul the aforementioned arse straight over his lap and tan it with his palm.

“You know I do,” he murmured. “You’re a smart girl, Delle. I know you can sense what’s happening between us.”

Delilah’s eyes sparkled as Dalton confirmed the compliment. “Yet you’re still going to give me that lesson?”

What was that? She almost sounded more hopeful than defiant.

“You’re damn right I am,” he replied, tugging her body forward with the ropes at her wrists. “It’s about time you learned what happens when you defy me.”

Dalton pulled harder, sending Delilah’s body lurching toward him. Her eyes were as wide as saucers as she stumbled, her concern obvious, yet still there was only a barrage of abuse form her mouth.

“Get off me!” she barked. “You have no right to manhandle me this way. I didn’t consent to this.”

He sighed. Technically, Delilah was correct—she hadn’t signed up for a spanking, but that was just tough, because a spanking was exactly what she was going to get. Dalton intended to leave her backside stinging, so that every time she sat down for the rest of the day, Delilah would think of him.

“You wanted to know more about BDSM, Delle.” She landed against his lap, her bound hands grasping at his knees as her shocked face rose to meet his statement. Dalton smiled. “And you asked for a practical demonstration of my bondage skills. Now, you’re just going to get a little bit more than you bargained for, that’s all.”

Dalton lifted her arms, taking Delilah’s weight as he raised her back to her feet. The expression on her face was absolutely priceless, and now both her mind and her lips were stunned into silence.

“Get over here,” he instructed, drawing the bewildered redhead around to his right side by her bound wrists.

Delilah gasped, but her feet were moving, and a moment later she stood trembling beside him.

“Can I assume you’ve never been spanked before?” Dalton knew his tone was mocking, but somehow, he couldn’t help himself.

Exerting himself over Delilah like this was absolutely exhilarating. Yes, he’d dominated plenty of women before and he’d enjoyed virtually every encounter, but not like this. This was something else—the energy in the room was palpable—and so far, he’d only bound Delilah and threatened her with a spanking. Dalton’s mind was filled with possibilities, his imagination considering each one as he tugged at the black ropes again.

“Delilah?”

“No,” she rasped. “No, I haven’t.”

Her body was still, and dare he say, compliant, but those sky-blue eyes were ablaze with indignation.

“Since you’re being punished for the way you behaved, Delilah, I’d like you to call me sir, or Mr. Reilly, if you prefer.”

Fury sparkled in Delilah’s eyes. “Sir?” She practically choked on the word. “No fucking way, Dalton.”

Dalton jerked her wrists forward. Not enough for Delilah to lose balance, but enough to make her yelp in panic as she struggled to stay on her feet. “Will you just do as you’re told?”

She turned to him, and now the venom in her gaze was obvious. “Yes, Mr. Reilly,” she hissed.

Dalton sighed again. It seemed everything was going to be a battle with Delilah, but that was okay. He was too damn excited at the prospect of spanking her to much care, and anyway, hadn’t she ceded in the end, giving him what he sought once he had pressed the point?

Their gazes locked, the intensity blazing between them almost as powerfully as the blush burgeoning at her face. “I’d love to say I’ll go easy on you, Delilah,” he told her. “But I’m not a liar.”

Delilah sucked the air in between her teeth. “Wait!” she almost screeched. “You can’t do this. You can’t—”

He’d heard enough, and yanking hard, he sent Delilah crashing down over his thighs. She crumpled over him unceremoniously, seemingly temporarily stunned that he’d had the audacity to haul her down across his lap.

How the fuck? Her startled thoughts curled Dalton’s lips, though of course, now Delilah couldn’t see the gesture. How dare he? How dare he do this?

Her feet kicked out against the plush carpet of his office, her stiletto heels lost as she still screamed in protest. Dalton steadied her, ensuring her bound arms were okay before his attention turned back to her fabulous arse. He ran one palm down over the back of her pencil skirt.

Delilah panted, twisting her head to look at him. “You can’t do this!”

Her cheeks were flustered now, her eyes watery as though she was on the brink of tears. Evidently, Delilah had not found herself in this position before, and it was clear that was the one point she had told the truth about.

“I am doing this, Delle,” he said soothingly. “And things will go a lot smoother if you’d stop fighting.”

The tension in her muscles seemed to peak at his request, and her legs came crashing back against the carpet again. “Fuck that!” The fury was back in her voice as well. “I am not going to let you do this.”

Dalton shook his head. He didn’t know much about the little firecracker across his lap, but he’d already garnered enough to acknowledge nothing could ever be easy with her.

“Have it your way then.”

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The Dark Necessities Trilogy is Complete!!

With the release of Forbidden, my Dark Necessities Prequel Trilogy is complete!!!

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Lily limits… 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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“Now, as to the matter of my tail light…”

Panic gripped her belly at Ethan’s sudden change of tact, her throat drying.

“Want to tell me about that?”

Lily panted as his question lingered in the air between them. “I was terrified,” she conceded, sucking her lip between her teeth in response to the bubble of energized arousal now simmering at her core. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know what else to do.”

Ethan smiled wryly. “You couldn’t just do as you were told, I suppose?” he proffered. “For once.”

She blew out a breath. “You said yourself that you overstepped the mark with the trunk, sir.”

“Maybe.” His gaze flitted to meet Lily’s for a moment. “Or maybe I just need to bind your ankles together and make sure you’re secured the next time, eh?”

There was a dark twinkle in his eyes as he glanced back to the road that sent a dark, delicious tingle of apprehension running down Lily’s spine.

“Ethan.”

There was that desperate, breathy tone again, the one he could conjure with just a few dark words and a glower.

His lips curled. “I know you hated it.” His voice was quiet now, but somehow, the sound still caused Lily’s nipples to harden. “But admit it; a part of you loved it, too, didn’t it? The peril, the powerlessness—it drives you fucking crazy.”

Lily gulped. “I didn’t love it,” she insisted. “That’s why I broke the light, sir. I was desperate.”

Ethan laughed, that ominous timbre Lily recognized all too well. “You always say you’re desperate,” he reminded her. “That you’re at your limit, that you can’t take anymore, when what you mean is you just need someone to push you over it. Make you take more, Make you love it.”

Her heart thundered at his words. Was he right? Was that would she needed?

“Someone?”

“Me,” he clarified. “You need me, little one.”

“But I can’t live that like,” she replied, though Lily’s voice was so weak that even she was unconvinced by the response. “Always on the edge. Always afraid. Always—”

“Aroused?” Ethan interjected, his eyebrow arching in that way that always sent her thoughts scattering.

“Right, sir,” she murmured, her gaze lowering. “I can’t function like that.”

“Says who?”

Ethan’s voice was still quiet, but there was an edge to his tone now, and it wasn’t lost on his wife.

“Sir?” Lily lifted her chin to look at him again. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, who says you can’t function like that?” Ethan repeated. “Who made the rules about how you should live—how weshould live?”

Lily tucked her hair behind her ear, her gaze shifting to the road ahead.

He had her there, because she didn’t really have an answer. Who did make those rules? Where had Lily’s expectations about what their marriage should mean derived from? Her own parents, perhaps, but then that couldn’t be right, could it? Lily had spent years pushing against their rules and vowing she’d never become her mother, spending her evenings ironing and knitting to the sounds of her father’s crackling radio.

“So, who then?” he pressed. “If not your parents, then who?”

She swallowed. “I don’t know, sir, and that’s the truth.”

Ethan’s hand reached for her, brushing over her fingers lightly. “And that’s the point,” he said evenly. “There are no rules, Lily. We can live however we like.”

Lily gazed down at the large palm so easily encasing her digits. “So long as we don’t break any laws?”

He snorted at that, the sound making Lily smile.

“So long as we don’t get caught,” he corrected her, throwing Lily a wink as he pulled into a service station.

“Right,” she mumbled. “My mistake, sir.”


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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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