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This post is a #SatSpanks with a difference. In this exclusive snippet, Anders looks set to teach Aurelie that not ALL punishments are about spanking. Some it seems, are about much harder to endure…

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There is little time to muse on Anders’ warning. All at once he buries his face between my outstretched thighs, and his tongue goes to work, eliciting another gasp from my mouth. My head spins as the pleasure begins to escalate. This is supposed to be a punishment, yet how can that be so? How can being worshipped by Anders this way ever be considered such a thing?

I pull against the bondage, acknowledging just how uncomfortable the position is for the first time. Having my blond god between my thighs however, provides just the right level of distraction, and I ignore the awkwardness. Instead I focus on Anders’ ministrations, revelling in each new lap of his powerful tongue.

“Oh, my Lofðungr,” I moan as the intensity builds.

I want to gyrate and increase the friction, but it’s almost impossible in my current upturned place. I open my mouth, intending to cry out again, to encourage him on, but before I can get the sounds out, Anders’ mouth vanishes.

“You’re just as divine as I recall,” he tells me playfully, as his face appears in my eye line.

I groan at Anders’ words, wishing he would just resume my pleasure, but to my frustration, he shifts his place on the bed instead. Straining my neck, I try to see what he is doing, but all I can make out is his shirt-covered torso as his attention is captured elsewhere on the bed. Now I really pull against the ropes at my wrists, my irritation at the disturbance in his ministrations growing, just as the carnality had done a few moments before.

“My Lofðungr?” I whimper, wanting his attention again.

“Patience, Aurelie,” he replies, and the tone of his voice sends me a warning. “Part of this punishment is about patience, the other is about perseverance. You must garner all the energy you have for both, my love.”

Our eyes lock again, his expression calm and in control. I want to cry out, such is my frustration. One moment I am to be punished, the next I am pleasured, and then what—what is this?

“I see my little one has enjoyed my devotion to her sweet pussy?” Anders’ chuckle fills the air around me. “Just looks at how wet you are, my sweeting.”

His fingers caress the sensitive skin around my sex, and I shiver at Anders’ touch, pushing my hips up to meet his digits as best as I can. “Oh, yes,” he continues as he slides one and then two fingers inside my wetness. “So very wet…”

The fingers inside me begin to move, fucking me slowly at first, before building in the fervour. I know I am groaning then, welcoming their exquisite intrusion as they plunder me over and over. And then, just as the pleasure becomes potent, they are gone. Anders’ digits disappear as fast as they arrived, leaving me bereft of his touch.

“Oh, please,” I mewl. “Please, my Lofðungr, fill me up.”

He laughs again, but now the sound is darker than before. Edgier. “Oh, I shall fill you up, Aurelie,” he chuckles. “Just you wait…”

His voice trails away, and all of a sudden there’s a new pressure at my wet channel. It’s not Anders’ fingers anymore, and not his magnificent cock. I can’t see the thing, but whatever it is, it’s cold as it presses against me.

I gasp at the contact, wriggling in the binds that hold me firmly in place. “My Lofðungr!” I pant. “Wh-what is it?”

“You already know, my sweeting,” Anders answers, his voice full of unrestrained glee. “You saw the implement on my palm with your own eyes.”

My memory flits back to the sleek, smooth stone object that he had pulled from the wooden chest and instinctively I tense.

“Now, now, Aurelie,” he chides me. “Relax and let it in. You will yield to this just as you surrender to me.”

I am beside myself, not wanting to be filled with this strange, foreign object, and yet wholly unable to resist the thing. Anders has me tied in such a way that I am completely powerless to prevent its intrusion. He presses the stone phallus beyond my entrance, and I feel the first inch impale me.

A desperate whimper escapes my lips as the thing invades me. “My Lofðungr!” I cry, my voice demonstrating how fearful and frustrated I am.

“Take it, my captive,” he instructs me. “You will take the phallus, first in your pussy and then, when I command it, in your dark entrance.”

His fingers, still full of my arousal, probe my ass as he speaks. One digit plunges into my most vulnerable place as the phallus continues its descent into my sex.

I pant as best I can in the bondage, trying to accept both intrusions at the same time. “Why, my Lofðungr?” I cry out. “Why must I take it?”

Both his finger and the phallus press on, eliciting a guttural moan from me. “This is part of your punishment, my sweeting,” he explains as he begins to withdraw his finger from my backside, before thrusting it back into position. “I want you to remember that I am your master. This means I will touch you whenever I please, but you, my sweeting, you will not touch me without permission. During this penance, I will control you totally. I will fill you with whatever I choose, and I will bring you right to the brink whenever I like, and you, my sweeting, do you know what you will do?”

I am barely able to follow his words at this point. The stone phallus is now tucked tightly inside me, whilst Anders’ fingers continue to fuck my ass. I am certain that if this torture continues, I will soon lose my mind. The sensations are crude and foreign, and I would gladly be rid of the stone intruder in a heartbeat, yet there’s no denying that the combination of the tight ropes at my wrists and ankles, added to my current predicament, fuel my passion. It was Anders’ mouth that roused me, but this exquisite suffering is carnality itself. I am his now—literally his to do with what he pleases. The thought is as riling as it is hedonistic.

“I do not know,” I gasp, doing my best to answer his query. “What should I do, my Lofðungr?”

He laughs again, the resonance of his breath tickling the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs. “You shall be bound and take what you are given, like a good little girl.”

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“I do so love to hear you beg…” #Darkromance #EroticRomance #Vikings

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We’re half way through the week already, and because Monday was a holiday for the UK, it feels like time is flying! My Vikings are now with the copy-editor, so they’re one step closer to reaching your e-readers… In the meantime, here’s another dark and delicious snippet from Anders’ and Aurelie’s tale.

 

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“Yes, my sweeting,” he says, his voice vibrating over me. “You have come a long way in the time you’ve been mine Aurelie, but you should not forget your place. You shall not command me, nor any man of my blood, and you certainly must learn to hold your tongue. By the time this spanking is done, I hope the point will be much clearer for you, my sweeting. Do you understand me?”

I moan at the next impact, taking a moment to absorb the pain before I answer him. “Yes, My Lofðungr,” I groan, feeling the moisture pooling between my thighs already. Whatever it is about being taken in hand by a powerful man, Anders has it in good measure. The strikes are hard, but despite the pain, I am moved by his sentiment. I have upset Anders by speaking out of turn, and I am rueful to have done so. Now, I must accept my penance, and hope I am still able to sit down when I am introduced to the King tomorrow.

He spanks me again, and again, each strike lighting a trail of fire over my backside. The sting starts to become unbearable, and I want to tell him to stop, yet I know there is little point. My Viking is the one who decides how and when to punish me, and only he will decide when my spanking is done, but oh Gods, each strike is so painful! I wonder if I can really tolerate the intensity of this spanking. I lose count after thirty strokes, feeling the outline of his palm against my bare bottom.

“Just because you are in Lundborg does not mean you have free reign to say as you wish, Aurelie,” Anders goes on, his voice hard and unrelenting. “Let each swat of my hand be a reminder of this fact to you. I am the master, and you are the captive, whatever transpires between us. Every time you overstep the line, I will be here to punish you, my sweeting. I will be here to tan this beautiful backside and correct you.”

And correct me here does, his palm impacting over and over until I am on the verge of tears.

“Please, My Lofðungr,” I whimper, wanting desperately for the spanking to be done, and for his warmth and affection to resume in its place. “Please, I have remembered, and I will remember. Please stop!”

My plea is met by Anders’ dark chuckle, and I know in an instant that my punishment is far from over.

“I do so love to hear you beg, Aurelie,” he purrs, “but no, now is not the time to stop. Your spanking only truly begins when you think you can bear no more, and rest assured my love,” he pauses to land a further three firm strikes to my sore bottom. “You will bear more for me.”

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The Viking’s Edict – #SatSpanks #Vikings #DarkRomance

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Happy Saturday, and it is a good one! My Vikings are back with my publisher, my cover is in the making and soon it will be time to get conquered all over again when the sequel to the hugely successful, The Viking’s Conquest is released!

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In honour of all things dark and marauding, my snippet this week brings us Aurelie, right on the edge of a new penance…

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“What to do you need, Aurelie?” He asks the question as though he reads my mind.

I need to be possessed, filled and desired. I want all memories of the last twenty-four hours to be nothing but fleeting nightmares. “You, My Lofðungr,” I admit. “I want to be loved by you again, to feel close to you.”

Anders sits up straight, pushing my body back upright with him. His erection nudges against my sex, the sensation making me moan out loud. “Then you shall have it your way, Aurelie,” he pronounces. “First I shall spank you. I will punish you, and you will feel the burn of my palm again, my sweeting.” His lips graze over my mouth as he speaks, and I squirm against his hardness, both lust and trepidation surging through me at the carnal threats he promises. “Then I shall fuck you, harder and faster than I ever have before, and only then, once you are desperate for your release, will I take you to the heights of Valhalla.”

His words leave me breathless, his eyes twinkling as he delivers his verdict. “How’s that, my love?”

I open my mouth, intending to respond, but it seems there is nothing intelligible to say. I merely nod, knowing I will yield to his desire and hoping that my eyes will deliver my capitulation.

He chuckles ominously at my performance, resting his arms on the edge of the tub, and pulling us both free of the water at once. I gasp at his strength, ending up on my knees as he stands, towering over me. His cock throbs just inches from my face, and out of instinct, I gaze north, catching Anders’ eye.

“No,” he tells me sharply, shaking his head to reinforce the point. “Now is not the time for pleasure, Aurelie. Now is the time for punishment.”

I draw back on my haunches, gulping up at him. “Yes, My Lofðungr,” I concede with a sigh. I know his mind is made up, and he is right. It is better to have the spanking over with.

Anders’ gaze narrows at the sound, and for one long moment I tense at his expression. Certain that my resignation has somehow upset him, I scurry to exit the bath and make amends, but one of his large palms appears in my eye-line. “Settle down, Aurelie,” he warns me. “Take my hand. It is perilously easy to slip and hurt yourself.”

I grab his hand at the command, eager to make skin contact with him once more. “I am sorry, My Lofðungr,” I begin, the urgency apparent in my voice. “I understand your judgement, yet I must confess to some anxiety on the subject.”

He shifts his weight in an instant, silencing me with a hard kiss. I gasp as his lips crash against mine, his tongue claiming the inside of my mouth as though it knows the truth; he owns me, mouth and all. My body responds in the way it has always done around this Viking, it yields without query. The truth is that however nervous I am, I have never been able to resist him, and I have no desire to even try anymore.

“Hush,” he orders me as he draws a few inches away. His insistent gaze locks into my eyes, and he holds me there as the water drips from my wet body. “There is no need for explanations,” he says at length, locating a nearby fur and wrapping it around my body.

I pull in a shaky breath, my body trembling as I process what now awaits me.

“Aurelie.”

My name leaves his lips like an edict, and I shiver at the delicious tone of it. This is the Anders who took me hostage, the man who had mastered and claimed me. This is the man who will take me over his knee, and make me his again.

“Breathe now and ready yourself,” he warns. “It is time I take responsibility for my wilful wife once more.”

I swallow at his words, wishing that I could speed up my punishment and arrive at my desired intimate destination at once. But my aspiration is hopeless. Experience has taught me as much. I must now endure the spanking which Anders chooses to deliver, and in my heart, I know that I deserve it.

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YOU shall be dealt with, My Lady… #eroticromance #darkromance #Vikings

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It’s the middle of the week, and whilst the #WIPItUp blog may have finished, I’m way too immersed in the dark romance of my Vikings not to bring you another sizzling snippet!

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In this scene, Aurelie is about to find out what happens when she defies the will of her Viking master…

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“Your Highness!” The guard from our chamber sounds desperate, and I turn to see him wide-eyed. “Please, we must go!”
My chest is heaving as though my heart will rise from my throat at any moment. “Of course,” I agree finally, falling back to his side, but it’s too late, and we both know it.
“What is going on here?” The voice of my husband shatters what little remains of my composure, and I spin to see him standing behind me, his expression darkening as he takes in the scene. “Take the prisoner back to the dungeon – he is to be released later.”
“Ja , My Lofðungr,” replies the guard. He shouts an order in Norse, and the procession moves on, taking Magnus with them.
I blink up at Anders, my eyes large as he glowers at me. With one long stride he reaches me, his attention turning to the guard at my side. “You had one order,” he hisses at him. “One, simple instruction.”
The man gulps, knowing he is in deep trouble. “My Lofðungr,” he replies deferentially. “I am sorry. I…”
Anders silences him with one raised palm. “What was that instruction? Tell me please.”
The guard stutters to a halt, eyeing me momentarily. “You asked me to keep Her Highness safe, and in your room…” His voice trails away, and I flush as his admission hangs in the air around us.
Anders’ eyes flicker between the two of us before they fall back to his guard. “You have failed in this one instruction,” he tells him, solemnly. “And you will pay the price for it.”
The guard’s eyes fall south, shame evident on his face and all at once I am sorry for the trouble I have caused him.
“My Lofðungr, please,” I begin, imploring him to see reason. “Do not punish this man. This was not his fault – I was the one who stole away and came to find you.”
His eyes are on me in a heartbeat, surveying me with an intensity which I haven’t seen since we married. “I am well aware of whose responsibility this is,” he replies, his tone low and little more than a sneer. I still, my heart pounding out of control at his powerful implication. “You shall be dealt with also, My Lady, and that’s a promise…”

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Molly’s endurance – #SatSpanks #DarkRomance #Erotica

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It’s finally the weekend, and with it comes the delicious #SatSpanks blog hop! This week I am bringing you more from one of my current, darker WIP’s. In this scene, Molly’s punishment is only just beginning…

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Her silent questions were answered by his hand which landed against her bared behind again before she could fully process his last comments. He spanked her five times in fast succession, each swat landing in almost exactly the same spot as the prior, and causing her bottom to sting unbearably. Molly flinched at the pain, her head becoming heavier with each strike. This wasn’t the way she’d imagined punishment spankings when she’d written them. In her books, the heroine was always punished with a loving hand, knowing that her pleasure would be imminent if she only endured the penance. But Connor’s hands were not loving, and there were no guarantees of anything for her now. She didn’t even know when she’d be free again, let alone able to enjoy pleasure. A low sob caught in her throat as his hand moved against her punished ass again and again, and she buried her head into the bedding, grateful at least that she didn’t have to see his face during the ordeal.

The spanking continued over Connor’s lap, Molly’s behind now surely on fire as his palm connected with her ass again. Her bottom felt several times larger than it had done before, and she wondered if and how she’d be able to sit once he’d finally finished. He spanked her again and this one felt hard, even in spite of all of the previous swats. The next strike was harder still, and she gasped, fighting to resist the urge to try and move from her place.

“Please,” she murmured in desperation. “I’m sorry, sir, but please. It hurts so damn much!”

It was a humiliating thing to admit, particularly in light of the position she found herself – upturned over a stranger’s lap for a bare bottomed spanking – but she was past caring about that now. It did hurt, a lot – and she wasn’t sure how much more of it she could take.

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The Viking’s rules – #WIPItUp #eroticromance

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The nights this far north  seem endless, and when I open my eyes again the room is still shrouded with darkness. Rolling to my right side, I find my Viking sleeping peacefully next to me, and I press myself into his body heat. I have had such few opportunities to explore his body. I am usually either bound, or being commanded in some other shameful, though tantalising way, but rarely do I have free reign to touch him. I press my palm into his chest, trailing it south over his torso. My fingers run over the firm contours of his abdominals, following the muscles as they taper down towards his groin. I smile into his side, knowing full well where my fingers are going next. Desire swells at my centre, goading me to continue, and my index finger nudges against the nest of hair at his manhood.

Excitement races through me at the prospect of being able to handle Anders’ magnificent cock without supervision, and unthinkingly my digits move into his coarse hair. I find his organ, already semi-erect, and stirring at my limited stimulation of his body. Nervous energy floods my mind. I am finally going to get to play with his erection – after all of the immense frustration and pleasure it has brought me over the last months. I can barely believe it. I wrap my hand around the lower shaft, fisting it gently and gleeful as it hardens under my touch.

“What is this?” Anders’ tone is sleepy, yet there’s no denying the rasping eroticism laced within it. “I see my little sweeting is awake already?”

My fist stills, yet I squeeze his cock gently, willing it to swell further for me. “I am sorry, My Lofðungr,” I murmur up his body. “I can hardly resist you.” I glance up at him in the shadows, “are you angry with me?”

His left arm sweeps up my body, across my shoulders and his fingers are suddenly in my hair. “Not angry, Aurelie,” he chortles as his digits grip into my locks. “Though perhaps increasingly stunned by your growing pluck.”

The early morning light is still weak, and I blink into the darkness,  uncertain if he is amused or upset with me. “Forgive me,” I whisper. “I do so desire you, Anders.”

He is on me in a moment, spinning me onto my back and capturing one, and then two wrists, which he contains easily in his right hand. “You are becoming rather informal, Aurelie,” he breathes, pulling my imprisoned wrists up behind my head.

I gasp, my head whirring at the dramatic change of events. Is he cross with me, or just playing? It seems impossible to tell. I glance up to his expression in the half-light, looking to his scintillating blue eyes for clues. “Again, forgive me,” I splutter, apparently full of apologies this morning.

He assesses me, his powerful body pinioning mine to the bed below us. My ass, still sore from last night’s punishments rubs painfully against the covers. “I am pleased that you desire me,” he smiles, “and yet I think you forget your place, My Lady .”

My heart pounds at his words, and the sensual threat they promise.

“You do not touch me without permission, are we clear on this?” His tone is firm, but he doesn’t raise his voice, and somehow the cool, calm persona is all the more disconcerting.

“Yes, My Lofðungr,” I reply in a hurried whisper. “We are clear.”

His hard-set features thaw a little at my evident trepidation, his eyes now just visible from the first light of dawn. Anders’ gaze holds me in place, immobilising me with his intensity,  as much as his body. “Good,” he answers finally. “I will punish you for this transgression, my sweeting, although as yet I am undecided how. I will make up my mind in due course, and deliver your penance this evening.” He pauses, lowering his face to kiss my mouth in an unhurried way. I squirm beneath him, passion pooling at my core at the casual authority and control he has over me. The feeling of his hardness nudging my hip does little to alleviate my growing desire. “We have an important day today,” he continues as he draws away. “I want you to remember what awaits you this evening as the day passes.” He smiles at this, obviously imagining the agonising anticipation which will torment  me. I imagine it too, and all at once it feels hard to breathe.

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A darker spanking #Amwriting #SatSpanks #DarkRomance

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It’s the weekend, and my mind is definitely in a dark place this week, as my #SatSpanks snippet shows. We join the trials of Molly, who finds herself at the whim of a menacing stranger in this raw and unedited excerpt…

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“You look so good like this, Molly,” he purred from over her.

His words stirred her, snapping her from the thoughts of escape, and filling her with fresh anxiety.

“You should see how gorgeous this arse is now it’s reddening under my palm. Fucking beautiful…”

Molly gulped at that, unsure how she felt about his admission. Of course she was disgusted. Appalled by the way he was treating her. He had no right to take her, to bind her, or to spank her, and they both knew it. But as the swats continued to land against her, that most curious thing began to happen. Instead of registering the pain of each new strike, something else was transpiring inside her head. Now there was pleasure too. Her mind acknowledged the motion of his palm, and perhaps even conveyed the impact, but it didn’t really hurt any more. Or maybe it did, she wasn’t sure, but if it did then she welcomed the pain. She sought it. Yes, that was it. It did hurt, but now she liked it – she wanted it. It was the most bizarre realisation.

Now when she pulled at the ropes at her wrists, and felt them cut into her flesh she didn’t want to run from the sensation, she wanted more of it. She realised she was revelling in the ignominy of being bared to Connor. Yes, it was still humiliating, but now the humiliation was making her wetter than before. Wet, and hot, and ready.

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I groan, my eyes closing as I squirm like an animal against him, my every essence filled with the feeling of his fingers around me and inside me. It’s as though I am possessed by the strength of his passion, the intensity to which he wants to see me splinter, and then plunder me once again. I am his, and only his. I always have been. Anders was the first man I ever knew, and he mastered me in many ways even before the time his Viking cock first speared me. I am nothing but a vessel for our mutual pleasure, and with each stroke and flick oh his hands, I edge nearer to my own.

“Good girl,” he purrs at me, and something about his tone makes my eyes flutter open. He is right there, next to me, eyeing my face as I hasten towards my climax.

I offer him a smile, or as much of one as I can in my current predicament. I like being his good girl, and even now I am his wife, the power of those words is not lost on me.

The fingers at my rear press deeper suddenly, mastering me and catching me off-guard. The sensation of being filled and stretched in both holes is consuming, and I pant against his shoulder at the exquisite depravity of the experience.

“Who owns this sweet pussy, my little captive?” His voice is taunting, and his expression dark as he waits for me to answer. He knows that I will gladly acknowledge my submission to him; my husband, my Prince and my master.

“You do, My Lofðungr,” I moan back at him, my hips rolling backwards, and then pressing forward, caught in the ecstatic web that both of his hands are providing.

“Hmmm,” he replies, “Yes. And who owns this sweet, sweet ass?”

“It’s you.” I can barely get the words out now, my back arching further as my mouth gasps for air. “You, Anders – you own it.”

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I land on the bed, eyelids flickering open and closed as the spasms of pleasure continue to overpower me. Anders shifts his weight on the bed over me, and as my lids fully open, I see him come into view over my face. His gaze is compelling and holds me to bed every inch as much as his body had done before.
“Roll onto your belly,” he commands me, lifting his body weight to give me enough room to spin as instructed.
Once I am in place, he lowers his hard body over my own, spreading my legs apart with his knees. I know just what he will do next, and as though it is some unspoken agreement between us, the edge of his large erection nudges at my wet, exposed sex.
“I need you,” he murmurs, his mouth whispering into my right ear.
“Take me,” I reply, twisting my head to acknowledge his words.
His lips find my own, capturing my mouth in his kiss as he plunges slowly into my empty channel. The scent of my own desire wafts over me, and the reality that his mouth has just pleasured me leaves me overwrought. Between our legs his hard length fills me right up to his testicles. The depth and intensity of the act the clearest sign of his possession of me yet. My mind whirls at the sensation, my mouth opening into a silent ‘o’ as he withdraws, and then slams back into me again.
There are no words between us now – language seemingly lacking the coherence required to elaborate such a connection. His mouth falls to my neck, nipping and kissing my nape as his groin flexes forward, penetrating me over and over, pushing me into a frenzy of desire. I want to speak, to call out, to demonstrate somehow the way his passion makes me feel, but I simply cannot find the will. His hardness pinions me there, grazing my nub into a flurry of new excitement, despite its recent satisfaction. I notice that his thrusts have become shorter, and more insistent, and I gaze back at Anders, marvelling at the look of agonised ecstasy on his handsome face.

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Unorthodox Chemistry by Lilah E. Noir

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Title: Unorthodox Chemistry

Series: The Unorthodox Trilogy, Book #2

Author: Lilah E. Noir

Release Date: February 18th, 2018

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He was her Master, lover and the only man who truly knew her. She was his pet, best friend and the love of his life. Sometimes that’s not enough.
LINA
He’s gone.
His absence hurts more than any whip.
Thomas saw me for who I was.
Strong on the outside, fractured and vulnerable on the inside.
Every day I struggle to rebuild my life.
I miss him. His rough passion and his affection.
I know we’ll never be together again, I even tried to move on…
… and then one invitation changed everything.
Do I dare to say no to the greatest temptation?
THOMAS
I had to walk away.
Lina paid dearly for my mistakes.
She needs to heal and all that’s left for me is to wait.
In the dark, with nothing but my demons and sins to keep me company.
The memory of her is a bittersweet torture, one I didn’t think I could ever escape…
A year later, at the kinkiest club in town, I saw her. On the arm of another man.
May the seduction begin.

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THOMAS

Lina.
She is here. Tonight. She is really here.
I couldn’t wrap my mind around it and stood there, hiding like a coward from my former pet and lover. Has she seen me?
The question faded from my frenzied mind as soon as I saw someone getting close to Lina from behind. It was a man, tall, muscular, with a matching creamy mask. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her hair. I expected her to push him away but she turned around and placed a tender, light kiss on his lips.
Anger and confusion formed a lump in my throat I was unable to swallow. My knuckles hurt with how hard I’d been clenching my fists in a futile attempt to calm down.
She moved on… I nearly died out of grief and she moved on with her life like it was nothing.
It was unfair. I was the one who let her go, but right then I couldn’t have cared less what was fair or not. I was dying on the inside, and each moment of shared tenderness between them was another dagger in my wounds.
What the hell was happening?
After so many months of painful separation, I expected my passion for her would have quieted. What a fool. One look at her beautiful silhouette was enough to make my blood boil with lust. The dominant instinct to grab her by the hair like a caveman and claim her clouded my mind.
I was out of control and I remembered well what had happened last time.
If I stayed, I risked acting like a deranged Neanderthal. I’d bring her down to her knees and fuck her whether she wanted it or not, force her to beg for more.
What the hell was Lina doing here? She couldn’t have learned about the party unless…

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LINA

The music died down to a soft murmur when he moved closer to the forest nymphs. He stepped forward with all the dignity of a king. The spacious hall echoed with the quiet yet haunting click-clack of his leather boots. He had hair as long as that of the ravenous women, dark as his clothes and the forest behind. It was tied and flowed down his back.
They were too far away so I couldn’t make out the facial features of any of the actors. Still, his quiet strength and its intensity shook me to the core of my soul. He was silent and walked slowly as if he dominated time itself. The man owned the space around him and looked resilient enough to tame even the fire of those wild creatures.
The raven-haired women brought the ballerina before him and forced her down to her knees. When they let her go, they looked strangely humbled. Their eyes were cast down, a veil of hair covering their faces. The man in black waved his hand and the faeries dispersed. Their shadows got lost among the trees.
They had completely disheveled the young woman’s auburn hair and pulled her bodice down. The tops of her perky breasts were exposed to his gaze as she knelt for the dark stranger. Once she looked up at him, her entire being exuded fear so tangible I could taste it and feel it spreading all over my own skin. The ballerina clasped her small hands before her chest in a silent plea but she didn’t dare look away from her mysterious captor. He hadn’t moved a muscle and simply hovered over her with the same stillness. His eyes were tangling invisible rope around the trembling bird.
I sank my teeth into my tongue to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating. It was difficult to separate myself from the action on the stage. My knees were the ones brushing against the forest floor while I waited for his command.
He reached out and moved a few tresses from the girl’s face. His fingers lifted her chin and caressed her. That simple touch provoked another moan. The pleasure of his intimate caress made the scared girl tremble harder. His fingers on her sensitive, heated skin were too much to handle. I knew it because their intense chemistry was flowing inside me, sharp as a knife and delicate like the most tender kiss.

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ALLIE

“You have to be the judge. When it comes to seduction it is not important what they are saying but what they are hiding. Both men and women are alike that way, no matter what they say. They don’t want to communicate their desires. They want the other person to figure them out like they’d solve a mystery. If you can figure out what he wants and give it to him, you’ll blow his mind.”
I watched the scene with amusement before I finally approached them and added nonchalantly, “That’s an interesting theory but mysteries are often overrated.”
“Good luck finding a person who’d directly tell you what they want. Especially if they are afraid you’d judge them.” The blonde removed her cap and stared at me with unreadable dark eyes.

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ALLIE

“Do you know what I think, Nate?” My boots click-clacked across the hard stone floor. He was still gazing at his lap. “Look at me when I talk to you.”
He raised his head with great reluctance but did as he was told, anyway. That restless gaze vibrated with anger and a different, raw emotion. Nate winced when I ran my nails down his cheek.
“I asked you a question. I believe I’m a polite hostess. I expect the same attitude in return.”
“What are you thinking, Mistress?” He retorted the last word.
“You wanted to stay here. You didn’t even demand to observe or attend Lina’s scene. Fight back. Say you did it for her own sake if you want. You’re not fooling me. It thrilled you when you saw what was happening down the rabbit hole. You long for a ride. It’s difficult to admit it. It’s convenient if you pretend someone made you do it.”
When I got closer to him, I got a whiff of his scent, a fusion of light marine eau de cologne, soap and the natural warmth of his skin. If I ran a hand over his throat, his flesh would get goosebumped and he’d attempt to move away.
“What makes you think so?” Nate asked in a flat voice.
“I’ve been watching you.”
He rolled his eyes and took a larger sip of water.
“You know what, Allie, some men find stalkers irresistible.” Nate gave me what was probably his best cocky grin. “I’m not one of them. If that’s your idea of seduction, please, change the strategy.” His smile grew wider when I didn’t reply and he added with a nonchalant voice “Just a bit of friendly advice.”
I smirked and picked up a mask. It was the same one Thomas had torn off his face and thrown on the table when we entered the room earlier. Its string heaved down my finger. I dangled it before Nate and tried my best not to change my expression.

“I saw how you were staring at Shock & Fear.” My voice was lazy and sultry, and I dragged a nail across the mask. “They got you so intimidated. It was adorable. They’d have made both you and Lina their bitches if I hadn’t rescued you.”

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THOMAS

Lina leaned her head back and rested it on my shoulder. She breathed heavily and stared up at the metal grid while her aroused clit was throbbing. I grabbed her ponytail in a firm, possessive way and forced her to bend further, to raise her bustline and present herself to me as a gift, voluptuous, with hardened, pulsating nipples.
It was just my imagination but nature outside was playing a voyeur to our scene. Every time Lina screamed out with the teasing and warm-up spanking new thunders shattered the area. The wind was a horny she-wolf provoked by my lover’s wild screams.
If she only knew what was waiting for her… what delicious scream would she make, how much further would I push her into her own madness?
I pulled away, left her in that position, with an arched neck and back and shamelessly open legs. Her spine trembled and she opened her lips, desperate to call out my name, to beg me to come back to her. Still, Lina didn’t utter a word.
She wouldn’t have to wait for too long for her next fix. I moved to her front and picked up one thick candle from the dining table, one of the few that weren’t scented. Lina closed her eyes and indulged in moaning, loud and full of longing and plea. Her hips moved rhythmically. Was she trying to allure me or that was just the call of lust?
I left the candle next to the base plate and came closer, keeping my step as light as possible. Lina pulled my fingers dip inside her and closed them between her greedy walls. She raised her head and looked at me with such a pitiful expression, with lips forming one needy “Please” I had denied her to cry out.
Her surprise scream echoed inside me when I stole her breath in a hard, possessive kiss. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and three more fingers inside her, folded in a duck shape to open her up. My digits were pushing her elastic walls open and stretched her while I feasted on her bruised lips and wrestled with her tongue. She was hanging on her shackles, no longer struggling, and parted her thighs wide to accept it all.
Lina’s desire poured inside me like a liquid fire that fueled my confidence. I yanked her hair hard and forced her to look at me while I was driving my closed fist past her juicy entrance. She was panting and staring up at me. Her lips opened and tried to get to mine again. My grasp around her locks grew stronger and I tugged them so hard it made her wail in pain. When I twisted my fingers in her womb and fitted my fist all the way down to the wrist the agony written on her face fused with pleasure.

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LINA

I picked up the wine from the steel glass holder on the wall and spent a few minutes just staring at it, lost in thought. The swirling, blood-like liquid and the warmth put me under a spell. When the wine taste finally reached my lips, the memory of that first night rushed back in my mind. The exchanged looks, the subtle flirting, his outrageous offer, the dungeon. His palms kneading my breasts and sliding down, coaxing me to spread myself, to open up for him.
I rested a hand between my legs to stroke myself and took another sip of wine. It was supposed to slowly build up my arousal but all I felt was sadness. The strong, physical sensations of the present, the subtle flavor of the wine, the ache of my skin and muscles, the lightheaded carelessness were much stronger.
Stronger than the memories. As if the red swirl was devouring all I had left behind.
It was pointless to fool myself. The hot water and indulgence were good but I needed so much more. I put the glass back in its place.
The soap bubbles rolled down my wet skin when I raised myself from the bath tub. I ignored them, wrapped myself with the fluffy towel and walked out of the steamy bathroom.
After I picked up my phone, I headed to the bedroom. The red collar was lying on top of the carefully folded lingerie in the drawer. Maybe the alcohol had messed with me and I was slowly succumbing to madness but its bright leather looked glowing.
I rested my fingers on top of it and squeezed it gently before I lifted it and pressed it against my chest. After ages of following that ritual right before falling asleep, my courage slowly came back to me. I took a deep breath, rubbed the metal plate against my skin and dialed the number.
A dialing sound. A pause.
Please. Please, answer.
“Hello?”

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She was his boss at work and his submissive at all times.
LINA
I’d never noticed him before.
He was just a lonely, scared boy when I hired him.
I was too busy to notice the lust in his eyes.
Now I’m at his feet begging for every bit of pleasure and pain he’ll unleash on me.
THOMAS
She enthralled me.
Her body. Her mind. Her wicked laughter and unreadable eyes.
She was out of my league yet I knew what she longed for.
I only had two months to kill her nicotine addiction and make her crave me.
I’d use every trick I had to claim her as mine.

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