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!!

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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This week on #SatSpanks, there is an exclusive excerpt from my soon to be released co-write with Lily Harlem, Twisted, which will be released on July 21st, TOMORROW!!  Be sure to #oneclick this book today so you can read it when it is released!!

 

“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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