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Marital bliss?

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It’s hump day, and it’s time for a sneak peek into one of my current WIP’s, this time from the follow up to my latest Regency spanking romance release, Taming Lady Lydia… In this sexy snippet, we get a feel for what married life is like for Lord Thomas and his new bride.

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He is behind me. The heat of his breath makes it as evident as the sound of his movement. About time, I muse… The remorse I felt at my earlier confession having given way to indignation and resentment about the duration of time Thomas has made me wait. I know of course, that this is all part of the game. I am not in control – a point which my nudity and bondage reinforces with crystal clarity. Yet something about the sounds coming from my husband in the last few moments has made me wonder just how much he is enjoying this moment – watching me squirm in my shame and servitude, whilst he takes every ounce of pleasure from the sight of me.

“Lydia.” His tone is devilish, and garners my attention at once.

I turn my head to the right, searching the velvet blackness for his face.

“Are you ready to be punished for your dishonesty, my love?”

I sigh, allowing the weight of my head to fall forward with resignation. I have waited this long and yet my real punishment has not even begun… The thought is demoralising.

“Yes, My Lord,” I answer, trying to remain as deferential as I can be and not earn myself yet more torment.

“Good,” he purrs, his voice now behind me. “In light of your recent misdemeanours, I am going to introduce you to my strap, but never fear – I will begin leniently…”

I tense at once. His strap? Can he be serious? I had eyed the thing a few weeks ago when Thomas had been introducing me to the rooms he reserves for his sensual and filthy play, but never had he indicated a desire to use it on me. Until now.

“Thomas, please…” The words are past my lips before I can censor them, and I freeze instinctively at my mistake.

“Lydia…” His tone is playful, and yet I know I will have just played right into his hands by speaking without permission. “Did I ask you to speak?”

I squeeze my hands, still bound at the wrists, into small balls, feeling my nails cutting into my skin. How could I be so stupid? It is as though I actually want him to strap me! “No, My Lord,” I begin. “But please, I beseech you, spare me the strap? I swear I will never seek to gain new possessions without your approval first!”

My legs below me begin to tremble, as though the tension running through my body becomes too much for them to bear. His hand come to rest on my left shoulder, the palm warm against my cool skin. “Hush, Lydia,” he coos, and once again his breath tickles the back of my neck. “Be calm, my love. Remember what I have told you in the past. I will punish you, but never will I harm you. Your welfare is my paramount concern in all things.”

I nod my head at his words, but can already feel the emotion threatening to re-emerge from behind my blindfold. “Yes, Thomas, but…”

The weight of one of his digits’ lands gently against my mouth, halting my statement in an instant. “There are no buts, my love,” he says, softly into my hair. “There is just you, and me, and the trust that exists between us. When you deliberately set out to deceive me, that trust falters. Do you understand?”

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Accepting your punishment…

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It’s our favourite day of the week, right? With Saturday, comes the threat of yet another spanking… this time from my newly completed (unedited) WIP.

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Logan smiles, nodding his head in that annoying, knowing way. “ It is our thinking that you should receive a sound spanking for your offenses, little Miss. Nothing too brutal of course, but…” He pauses for a moment, eyeing me with hunger. “We believe a tanned backside will help deliver the message to you.”

I take a step backwards, unable to hide the disgust his suggestion has awoken in me. “Y- you cannot be serious?” I stammer.

“We are deadly serious,” he replies, his tone serious and steadfast.

“I am a grown woman!” I cry out. “I should not be subject to such medieval treatment.”

The others in the room laugh, riling me up into a new state of fury. “Come now,” says Logan, taking a small step towards me. “We are not so medieval? If you yield to us on this matter, and accept your punishment, all things will be squared between us. I vow that we will help you to find your way home.”

I shift my weight, considering for the first time the action to which this giant alludes. Never before have I ever given thought to such a ridiculous idea. No man has ever threatened to punish me at all, let alone under such circumstances, and now, after such a hellish day, I find myself here, lectured to and threatened by these brutes of men.

“Well?” The blond one, Ethan, rises from his chair, and moves towards where his brother stands. “What do you say, Miss? Will you submit to us three, in our cottage in the woods?”

I swallow hard, throwing him one of my most withering looks. Beneath my t-shirt though, I feel my nipples hardening, and there’s no denying the throb I feel in the cleft between my legs. My eyes fall shut of their own accord, acknowledging my body’s strange reaction to what transpires around me. How can I find this situation a turn on? There is nothing even vaguely arousing about any of this! After all, I am held here against my will. There may be no chains or bondage, but I am a captive nonetheless. I can no more get past these massive men then I can teleport myself from the room.

“Well?” It is Logan’s voice which interrupts my thought process, and open my eyes to see him just a few inches from me. “Answer Ethan. Will you submit to our proposed punishment?”

I reel, jumping backwards at his sudden, close proximity. “What do you suggest?” I ask, standing up straight in the face of the anxiety which churns inside of me. “Tell me, please. No one has ever suggested such a penalty for me. I have never received so much as a slapped wrist before. What do you mean by a spanking?”

The atmosphere in the room shifts in an almost palpable way at my question, and I swear that all three of the men move closer as I speak. Logan swallows, the intensity in his eyes threatening to send sparks flying between us. “I intend to lay you face first over my lap, Goldi, but only once your shorts have first been removed.”

I gasp at his words, yet for some crazy reason I am unable to take my eyes from his face.

“Removed?” I say in little more than a gasp. “W-why should they be removed?”

He smiles. “Those shorts are designed for protection,” he replies. “I seek to offer you none during your penance.”

I shiver at the notion of it. “But, I shall be practically naked without them?” I murmur.

“We’re counting on it,” says Ethan, his tone menacing.

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Pleasured by the Viking.

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This hump day, I’m excited to share a little snippet from one of the current three WIP’s – the forthcoming sequel to my #1 bestseller, The Viking’s Conquest.

In this unedited scene we find Aurelie and Anders getting down to it, but as usual the Viking Prince likes to be in control…

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The familiar low chuckle resonates against my wet lips, and a moment later the sound is swallowed up by his mouth sculpting my pleasure. I gyrate as he has commanded, like an animal who has been trained to please her master. I squirm at the unwelcome imagery, realising that the analogy is all too fitting. That is precisely what I have become – the usual wet, needy mess which Anders’ discipline seems able to create. Lost in our combined, lush rhythm, I push back against his powerful tongue, allowing him to fill me over and over again. I am close, so close to the point of shattering hedonism. Arching my back, my head falls, whilst my mouth opens into a silent scream of carnality.

I do not know how he achieves it, but all at once I feel his digits at my cleft, mercilessly teasing my throbbing little nub. The shock of the sensation rouses me, but even before I can let out the burst of feeling, the peak of my gratification is upon me. It hits me hard, the brink a brutal and desolate place. For one moment I cannot take a breath, and then I unravel; all rasping breaths and moans. I plummet, falling consciously into the forbidden oblivion Anders has promised me. He stays with me the whole time, his mouth riding my convulsing waves of intensity, his tongue lapping me again and again.

There is black silence. It’s a place filled with warmth and serenity, but also one of depth and exposure. I am aware of Anders leaving my shuddering pelvis, and vaguely conscious of him splaying my parted knees further apart.

The sound of his voice comes from somewhere far away. “You are so delicious,” he soothes, the sound muting as yet another surge of orgasm rolls over me.

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Stolen by Addison Cain

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It’s a new day, and a new week, and today I am so pleased to play host to Addison Cain’s latest release, Stolen…

He stole her off the streets in broad daylight—the first Omega discovered in Bernard Dome in generations. He took her with violence while none intervened. He broke her, swearing he’d put her back together.

Brenya Perin was ordered to submit.

Bernard Dome is the jewel of Europe, a bastion of art and culture, pleasure and decadence. But life in the city depends on the occupation chosen for you at birth. There is no subversion, no question of who rules. There is no freedom.

Peace has a price, a price the Commodore of Bernard Dome is willing to pay… so long as the Omega remains his.

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Shepherd’s influence is on the rise. His machinations are subtle, his hands full tending to his recovering mate. Her safety is his priority, and something he’s willing to risk war to assure. Bernard Dome has what he wants, and they will all be damned if they deny him.

Publisher’s Note: The Alpha’s Control series, is a dark Omegaverse tale with explicit sexual themes and complete power exchange. If such material offends you, please do not purchase.

The release of Stolen has proved contentious, with Barnes & Noble banning the book from their store.  I personally dislike censorship, so I’m including a long (and hot) excerpt from the story below. If you like your reading dark, hot and explicit read on… (warning this snippet is for ages 18 ONLY!)

 

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Bit by bit, her body conformed to the Alpha’s unspoken will. Her lips would sigh while her brain would scream.

He’d take a nipple to be suckled, her spine would arch… the small Beta voice inside her powerless to make her listen.

Someone else inhabited her body when Jacques played his games.

She was possessed.

And that was why she’d cried over breakfast. That was why she’d flown into violence when he thought to take her away from herself again.

Because he had a new weapon. A thing he’d slipped inside her and called her prize.

What did he call it? The name had sounded scientific, important, nothing like what it should have been called. He’d called it a pliarator. She knew better. It was a mind obliterator.

It slipped in easily enough the day before, so smoothly she wasn’t sure what had replaced his fingers, and then it had latched on. Discomfort grew in the form of a muscular ache, distracting, embarrassing, and enticing, Jacques manipulating how the thing sat in her pelvis while she tried to sit up and see what he’d done.

There had been no warning before the buzzing clicked and a soft nodule landed on her clitoris. The vibration had set her to yelp, urged her to press her legs closed against it, and encouraged a pool of slick to gather under her body.

He’d allowed her rebellion because it had made no difference. Even with her legs together, even rolled over on her belly as if she might squirm away, it could not be unseated. Deep inside her body it changed shape again. It stretched her, Brenya keening in pain.

Except, she wasn’t sure if it had been pain at all.

A warm hand on her back, the other still fixed to the device inside the squirming Omega, Jacques smiled. “When an Alpha male chooses to mount an untried Beta female there is a certain protocol that must take place before he can possess her. Had you been optioned for the breeding banks, you would have undergone this practice years ago—just as Annette delighted in these moments with Ancil. Sharing this with you was her idea, and seeing you this way, I can see it was an excellent one. Relax and enjoy.”

Mouth agape, sucking in deep pants of air, Brenya stared forward at the distant wall and saw nothing. She could do nothing. Was reduced to nothing.

All by a single pulsating machine.

A machine designed for one purpose: to prepare a Beta female’s sex organs to accept the far larger, far more powerful Alpha cock.

The way it squirmed and milked the slick from her tunnel curled her toes. The horrid thing had a life of its own, though she might claw the sheets and fight against its intrusion.

Jacques may have pumped it in and out of her, he may have forced it deeper into her cunt when she tried to push it out, but the robot sensed her struggles and redoubled its attack.

The first orgasm had hurt; the machine had torn the pleasure right out of each nerve.

Immediately it altered its shape, sprang into action when her passage clenched as if to grasp an Alpha knot. Shape bloating, manipulating nerves with shocks, with rotary aggression, it had expanded near the base… and made her groan until drool hung from her lips.

An ocean of slick poured like a river, Jacques no longer pinning her down, but petting and watching where her ass had raised up from the bed and her stuffed cunt was on display as if begging for more.

He adjusted the settings. She convulsed, insides wrenching around the mechanical intrusion as it started its expansion process over again.

Rolling her to her back, he drew her knees to her ears, put his weight on her, and moved his body as if it was his member inside her doing the damage and not some cold machine.

He’d dared to kiss her, to comment on her lust-drugged, blown pupils.

The male had called her beautiful as she lay stupefied and twitching.

When she tried to say his name, tried to beg him to stop, he’d smiled, his head slowly descending between her grotesquely spread thighs. Jacques had lapped at the slick seeping out around the machine as if her sex was the sweetest cream.

“I’ve never seen a Beta respond to a Pliarator as you do. What exceptional creatures Omegas are.” Husky, he’d growled, still savoring her juices. “Imagine it’s my cock inside you. When the next knot comes, I want you to feel my seed pulsating in your belly.”

As if on cue, the machine began to expand at its base, to fill her up and stretch her even more than the first time. He watched it work her, Jacques seeing to his own satisfaction with rapid jerks of his hand up and down the veined protuberance jutting forth between his legs.

His cock.

She could smell it in her haze, grunted at it like an animal.

The way he abused his organ, how swollen and purple it grew in his fist, the way he practically gnawed her erect clitoris, they both had to be in euphoric pain.

Ready to spurt, he’d reared back on his knees, drew his lips back from his teeth, the muscles standing up in his neck.

The worst had yet to come.

He spoke a command. The machine responded. It opened up, the false knot inside her growing until a hole was made inside her body just the right size to be exploited.

Falling forward to land on his hand, his musculature tight and twitching, Jacques lined up his fat cockhead with her machine spread opening, smeared her tortured cunt with a dribble of his come, and jerked himself in two more rough tugs until pearlescent spray shot forcefully into the space the machine had made inside her.

His usherings were too much for that little pocket, and his seed surged outside her sex, down her crack, in waves of wet heat, over and over until he pulled from her slit to aim instead for her trembling belly.

He overshot, coating her heaving tits, globs landing as far as her parted lips.

When he had crawled over her body, bobbing his pulsating knot in her face, he’d told her to lick him clean… and she had obeyed.

Without question.

Laving him from bulbous base to mushroom tip, collecting the salty taste, slurping, swallowing. With even more vigour than he’d displayed between her legs, Brenya submitted.

In that moment, she did not possess the mental faculty to understand that the Alpha had manipulated his promise.

Jacques had not fucked her. His machine had.

She’d been vanquished like a prisoner, subjugated like a slave, and used like a whore—sore, tired, mindless, and still under the control of his whirring device.

That had been last night, all night.

Even upon waking, her senses had not fully returned, and here he was, forcing her back on the bed to do it to her all over again.

Betas were never reassigned.

He pushed his toy deeper, speaking warmly. “In a week or two, you’ll be ready for me, mon chou.”

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