This week in the Never Ending Blog Tour, we have Daryl Devore with this fairy tale story.
What’s a naughty fairy tale like Red Riding Hood without Red, the huntsman, grandma and especially, the big bad wolf?
Esmerelda ‘Red’ Hood is summoned to her mother’s executive suite only to learn her sweet granny is headed for a romantic cruise with a gigolo. Horrified, Red races off to save her grandma before it’s too late.
On board, Red meets Andrew Woodsman and Willem Olf. One a cutie with the biggest puppy eyes and the other a dark, sophisticated predator. Her grandmother’s warning rings in Red’s ear “Never trust a wolf in sheep’s clothing.”
Even with the warning, Red has trouble choosing which man could be the big bad wolf and which could be her happily ever after.
Want a steamy excerpt?
Every good fairy tale begins with once upon a time. This one begins with once upon a dream.
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“Oh, that feels so good.” She ran her fingers through his hair.
He reached his hands up to her shoulders and trickled his fingertips to her hips. His strong fingers kneaded her breasts. Her erect, pink nipples rubbed against his rough hands each butt cheek and dug his fingers into her flesh.
She slid her fingers along his chest and flicked his nipples. “You make me feel so hot.”
Applying tender kisses on her stomach, he moved from her navel to her thigh. He pressed a hand on each inner thigh, urging her to spread her legs. A thrill tingled in her as he licked his lips.
“Like what you see?” She wiggled her bottom.
A smile crossed his face as he lowered his head between her legs. Using small nips and kisses, he traced a path along her thigh and stopped when his lips brushed the edge of her bush. Licking her slit, he caressed the inside of her thigh with the tips of his fingers. When his hand reached her pussy, his finger teased her wetness.
“Don’t stop!” She entangled her fingers in his hair.
His finger slid deep into her as his tongue neared her clit. “Baby, I’m gonna fuck you until you beg for…”
…and oil prices soared as the cost of a barrel of crude rode to an all-time record…
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“Oh gawd,” moaned Red, as she grabbed a pillow to cover her ears. “It can’t be morning.”
…lost three to two. The Chicago Blackhawks traded right winger, Steve…
From under the pillow, she forced one eye to open. The digital alarm clock showed 6:07.
…snow and blowing snow and near record cold temperatures…
“I don’t wanna get up.” Her left hand reached out from under the warm blankets and slapped at the snooze button. Closing her eyes, she sighed and settled back into sleep. “Can I just go back to my dream?”
…all roads leading into the downtown core are slow and there are two major accidents on Michigan Avenue. Delays and cancellations at O’Hare International….
Again, her left hand thrust out from under the blankets and pressed the snooze button. No sooner had she settled back under the covers, the annoying beep-beep-beep of the backup clock sounded.
Red sighed and threw back the covers. A blast of cool air chilled her arms. There was only one way to shut off this alarm – get out of bed, walk across the room and smack the damn button.
Where to find Daryl Devoré
Two writers in one. Daryl Devoré writes hot romances with sexy heroes and strong heroines. Victoria Adams is Daryl Devoré’s alter ego when she’s inspired to write sweet romances with little to no heat.
Daryl (@daryldevore) lives in an old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, a large salt water aquarium full of fish, a black cat named Licorice and some house ghosts. Her daughter is grown and has flown the nest. Daryl loves to take long walks on her quiet country road or snowshoe across the back acres, and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She has touched a moon rock, a mammoth, and a meteorite. She’s been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flown high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter, and used the ladies room in a royal palace. Life’s an adventure and Daryl’s having fun living it.
She is the perfect combination of princess and warrior.
Scott Nielsen and Jackie Walker.
Their attraction is instant from the moment they meet.
But he’s Dominant. And no way is she submissive.
Is it a missed connection? Or a divine appointment?
Scott Nielsen is ready for change. He’s walked away from his career as a wilderness counselor, planning to start his own outdoor survival school. He looks up his old friend and former colleague Blake Walker, intent on leasing space at Blake’s family’s remote wilderness guest lodge. That’s where he meets Blake’s sister Jackie, who runs the lodge with her brother’s help. Her strength and independence intrigue Scott. A single mom, Jackie has no intention of being anyone’s submissive.
In his personal life, Scott is tired of casual sex in the BDSM club scene. Envious watching his buddy Blake fall head over heels for his own submissive, Scott thinks he might be ready to take the plunge himself. As he and Jackie spend time together, he’s enchanted with her inner Warrior Princess. But Jackie’s been burned before. And she has two children who are her priority, not to mention the business to run. As independent as she is, she can’t see relinquishing her power to a man, not even one she’s falling for.
Scott’s heart aches at the idea of not having Jackie in his life. Can she take another chance on love, or will she insist on ignoring her submissive soul?
If you enjoyed LOST & BOUND, you’ll love this spin-off stand-alone story. Excerpt:
Enjoying the view, she watched as he walked to the bed and reached beneath it, removing a Kink Ink bag. “I went shopping myself today while I was in town.” His bag was larger than the ones she and Amy had returned with.
From the bag, he withdrew a mass of black straps and silver chain. Arching an eyebrow dramatically, he carried the device toward her, stopping beneath the massive log that served as the center beam of the cabin. Belatedly, Jackie noticed a heavy black ring attached to the beam. Reaching up, Scott secured a thick steel chain to the ring overhead. From the chain hung a curved black bar, with black straps in various lengths that dangled beneath.
Scott crooked a finger. “Come.”
Ignoring the butterflies performing dive bombs in her stomach, Jackie slowly padded toward him.
“Do you know what this is?”
She chewed her lower lip. “I have a pretty good idea.”
“And?”
Jackie flushed crimson. “It’s a sex swing?” She eyed the device curiously. Two padded straps connected the ends of the curved overhead bar, one longer than the other. Two short straps with cuffs at the ends hung suspended from a chain at the center of the bar. And at either end of the bar hung a longer strap with cuffs at the end, presumably for ankles.
He nodded. “I thought,” with his hands on her hips, he turned her around, “we might try something interesting.” He moved the lower strap behind her thighs. “Sit, Princess.”
Heart pounding, Jackie did as she was told, grasping onto the straps that hung down. Scott knelt, fastening a padded black cuff around each of her ankles, spreading her wide. Then he moved the shorter padded strap behind her shoulder blades. “Now lean back, Princess. I’ve got you.”
Shakily, she lay back against the thickly padded strap, gripping the side straps for dear life. With a smirk, Scott peeled her right hand off the strap, kissing it lightly before raising it to the cuffs overhead. He followed suit with her left hand.
When she was completely fastened in, he gave her a little push and stepped back to admire his handiwork.
“Whoa,” Jackie gasped as she swung around in a slow circle.
Scott grinned. “How does it feel to be completely under my control?”
Jackie tried unsuccessfully to suppress a nervous giggle. “It’s not so bad.”
“Not so bad? I’d rather it was oh, so good.”
As she swung around, she lost sight of him. When he came back into view, he was holding a black satin blindfold.
“Tonight, Princess, is all about sensations. We’re going to cover your eyes, so you can concentrate on what you feel.”
He stepped toward her and stopped suddenly. “Did you come up with your own safe words?”
Her eyes widened. “Oh. Yes. I did.” She looked to him, feeling suddenly sheepish. Maybe we should just go with the original ones, she worried.
He raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to elaborate.
“Well,” she gestured with a shoulder, causing the swing to spin to the left, “I thought I’d use earth, water, and fire.”
Scott pursed his lips in amusement. “Earth, water, and fire. What about air?”
As she spun, she shrugged. “Well, I only needed three, so…”
“Earth is the same as green?”
Jackie nodded. “And water is like yellow, and obviously fire is red.”
“Obviously,” he smirked. “Alright, I’m about to blindfold you. Give me feedback.”
“Earth.” She watched him carefully.
“Earth it is.” He leaned down and kissed her tenderly before he slid the black satin mask into place.
The next time he spoke, he sounded further away. “If at any time you feel uncomfortable, use your safe words.” She felt a swish of air, as though he’d moved by her.
“I considered a ball gag,” his voice came from in front of her, “but I need to be sure I can read your body language before we take away your voice.”
Strong hands gently gripped her lower calves as he trailed kissed up the inside of her right leg, his facial hair prickling in a maddeningly sensual way. When he reached the place where her thigh joined her body, he skipped her needy place to travel back down her left leg.
Jackie groaned with disappointment, and she felt the vibration of his chuckle against her inner thigh. “All in good time, Princess. The King will feast, I promise.”
When he’d finished his travels, he released her, sending her spinning in a slow, dizzying circle. With the blindfold, Jackie had no sense of up or down, left or right. She felt as though she were floating.
Then she heard a soft buzzing sound, followed by Scott’s sexy chuckle. “Oh, this is a naughty toy. Just what did you get up to with this?”
Mortified, Jackie was at once glad for the blindfold, and sorry she wasn’t gagged. “I, um…used it.”
He whispered into her ear. “Yes, but how?”
Oh. My. God. “I pressed it against myself.”
“And where exactly did you press it?”
Jackie cleared her throat. “I pressed it against my pussy.”
“Your pussy. This glorious pussy right here?”
She yelped as he unexpectedly touched the vibrator to her sex. “Yes.”
She felt him stiffen. “Yes, what?”
“Oh! Yes, Sire.”
He applied an open-handed pop to her pussy, and she yelped again. “How quickly we forget. Perhaps we should stop and allow you to consider the error of your ways.”
Jackie’s mind flitted to what Amy had said about orgasm denial, and she panicked at the thought of not being allowed to come during this play session. “Um, no, Sire, really, it was merely an oversight on my part, I’m so very sorry, please, I didn’t mean it, I just—”
Scott laughed out loud. “You’ve been talking to Amy, I see.” He whispered, closer now. “Don’t worry Princess. I plan to wear you out tonight.”
Pandora Spocks is a sassy ginger and hopeless romantic, living her happily ever after in South Florida. She enjoys reading and writing literary erotic romance.
She is the author of the three-novel epic romance Rannigan’s Redemption, modern-day adult fairy tale Chasing Ordinary, and a naughty little romantic novella, Just One Night. Her Dream Dominant Collection is a series of light BDSM stand-alone novels featuring sexy Alpha males and the strong red-haired submissives who can’t resist them. The collection currently includes four novels: Luke & Bella, Lost & Bound, For Sparrow, and Warrior Mine.
Pandora is busy on her laptop, working on her next spicy romance.
I joined up with loads of other fabulous authors to give away 20 FREE books! Who doesn’t like free books? Especially when they are all BDSM/spanking/ageplay, nobody that’s who!
I’m giving away my scorching BDSM tale, Hide & Seek, so if you don’t have it already, hurry up and grab it now! Make sure you pop on over to the giveaway and load up your e-reader with these delicious stories… 🙂
I have been hard at work writing and editing to try to get everything done before I go on holiday, I didn’t get everything but I think I have gotten a lot done! If you didn’t see, Goldie’s Surrender is on sale RIGHT NOW for only 99 cents on Amazon and is already racing up the Amazon charts. I am so excited!
BUT let’s talk about what else I have coming up, because I have a lot that I CAN’T talk about yet. On August 10th I will have a new release called Zoe’s Impetus and it will be part of an anthology named N.E.R.D. with the fabulous authors Golden Angel, Katie Douglas, Sassa Daniels, Jack Crosby,Rue Raven and Morganna Williams. I am SO excited for you to read it, especially since I have been so hush, hush about it. Take a look at this sexy cover!
Do you want to read the blurb? Check this out:
I love biology, but botany is fast turning out to be the bane of my life, and Professor Neil’s the poster boy for it. The content of the module is so dull, I’m struggling to keep on target, but Professor Neil is offering me a unique olive branch. Can his unconventional techniques help me make the grade?
Yum right? And here’s the details of the whole anthology:
Eight hot doms bring the action in this geeky extravaganza of intelligent, hot and highly-skilled men who aren’t afraid to take control. Featuring: Time travel in a phone box, mad science, naughty young ladies getting spanked, bacon, exceptional cosplay, aliens, completely sane science (honest), extra bacon, comic con shenanigans and more biochemical interactions than you can shake a long-chain hydrocarbon at (translation: they do the naughty stuff).
Caution: Bring a sense of humor, a bacon sandwich and a fan, it’s going to get HOT in here! If you love hot, smart guys who know what they want and sassy girls who crave control, this is the set for you!
For my part, I loved Professor Neil. He can help me study any day! 😉
So what is this new story about? Well, check out this excerpt:
“Get the book please, Miss Kellam,” he commands. I hesitate for a moment, amazed by how my body responds to the order. My nipples stiffen into small peaks beneath my sweater, and I’m more than aware of how wet my panties have become. What the hell has happened to my socially inept botany Professor? He’s usually so quiet, so reserved and so obsessed with his plants, he barely resembles the alpha-male now sitting waiting for me to answer him. I eye the man furtively, my gaze rising over his unblemished skin to his waves of dark hair. Whatever it is that has happened to Professor Neil, I like it. “Miss Kellam?”
I leap at the sound of his voice, my heart racing out of control at his impatient tone.
“The book?” he repeats in a curt tone.
I move, skipping back to my original place to collect the thick, hardback version I had attempted earlier. Grabbing it, I head back to where he waits, presenting it to him like a naughty school girl awaiting her headmaster’s verdict.
“Good,” he replies, smiling at my response. I know he’s patronising me, and a part of me despises his tone, but the weight of my arousal is so great that I ignore it. The professor is toying with me, and for some reason I freaking love it. “Well done, Miss Kellam,” he says. “You’re going to need the book, not me, so I suggest you keep it.” “Okay,” I whisper, gripping the leather cover between my fingers. I shift my weight, watching him watching me, as my heart pounds inside my chest. “Where should I read, Professor?” Neil’s eyes narrow, his gaze rising up the length of my body until it meets mine. “I have found that certain ladies increase their focus once they’re over my lap, Miss Kellam.” And there it is. He says the words so casually, as though he’s reading a shopping list, and it takes me a few seconds to register their meaning. Over his lap? My eyes widen as the term resonates. I’m shocked, aghast at his suggestion. Why would I be over the lap of one of my lecturers? And yet, as the anger washes over me, there is something else. The simmering need his dominant display has brought out in me begins to burgeon, threatening to boil over, and something about the idea of being over his lap makes it peak. “Your lap?” I say, my voice sounding distant to my own ears. “W-why would they be over your lap?” I know the answer—of course, I do. There is only one logical reason that anyone would be draped over someone’s else’s body. But somehow, I have to hear the words out loud… “Impetus,” he tells me with a smirk, his blue eyes penetrating me with relentless force.
Doesn’t it sound good? I had such a great time writing these two.
I hope you pick it up on August 10th and keep an eye open, it will go up for preorder on Amazon on August 3rd!
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If Goldie thinks one bear is her reckoning, how will she deal with three, bossy bear shifters?
What if the fairy tale is real?
We all remember the story of Goldilocks, the young woman who stumbles across the three bears’ humble abode while wandering through the woods. You’d always thought the story was make-believe, designed to entertain small children, but what if I told you that you were wrong?
Goldie Locks is very real, a spoiled young woman living in a bubble of her father’s wealth and indulgence. It is this Goldie who makes her way into the forest, losing her way and eventually seeking sanctuary in the small cottage she finds there. But little does Goldie know who really lives in the deep, dark woods and what they will do when they find her asleep in their home…
In this intensely erotic tale, beautiful, headstrong Goldie is left blushing crimson as she is sternly punished and thoroughly claimed by the three strict, ruggedly handsome owners of the cottage in which she foolishly dared to trespass. To Goldie’s surprise, the bold dominance of her captors arouses her deeply, but will she run for her life when their shocking secret is finally revealed?
For a moment we are barely an inch from each other, and then – in a heartbeat – he is on me. We land on the bed together, our limbs knotting briefly before his powerful legs move between mine, spreading them wide apart. What just happened, I wonder? One moment I was empowered, devouring his beautiful cock, and the next I am flat on my back with this giant between my legs.
“Now I have you, little girl,” he teases me.
I scowl at him, slapping his strong right tricep playfully. “Don’t call me girl,” I complain. “I hate that!”
He lowers his face towards me, the muscles of his arms taking the strain without complaint. “I know you do,” he replies with a smirk. “That’s why I say it!”
He is so close to me now that I can barely even take a breath. I am pinioned by his imposing, powerful body, yet it is the weight of his stare which seems to paralyse me.
“I am not, and never will be, your girl…” My voice is raspy, and my desire plain to hear, but still I continue with my snarky attitude.
“You’ll be whatever I tell you to be,” he says with a grin.
Logan, Ethan, and Heath are so hot, they handle Goldie with such ease. I hope you #OneClick NOW and don’t forget to tell me what you think!
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Happy Saturday, everyone! It’s finally the weekend again, and with it comes the awesome, #SatSpanks.
I’ve been busy editing all week, and am pleased to bring you another scintillating snippet from the new book…
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There were no more warnings. Instead, Connor flicked the cane over her reddening bottom, landing it over her exposed cheeks. She sobbed quietly, but remained still, and based on the tension he could see in her shoulders, Connor could guess at the amount of effort that immobility took.
“Thank you, Master,” she squeaked, and he paused at her words, pleasantly surprised at them. So, the little pet was contrite then, or so it would seem, but it wouldn’t be enough o save her now. Her recent performance was already sufficient to condemn her to the cage once this penance was through.
Focusing on her bottom once more, Connor delivered the final four swats. He landed them so fast that Molly had little time to respond, let alone thank him, and as the cane branded her flesh for the final time he threw the implement onto the black tiled floor for dramatic effect.
“Your caning is over,” he concluded, assessing her as he spoke.
The release of tension was visible, and at the sound of his words, she broke down again, sobbing her heart out onto the bench. Connor sighed at the sight. Much though he appreciated her distress, she was going to make herself ill if she didn’t stop.
He left her bound body, and wandered to the left of the room, to the small, black refrigerator he’d had installed. Opening the door, he shone a bright light against the cold tiles as he reached inside for a bottle of water. Twisting the cap, he took a slug, and turned to assess his pet. She was clearly overwrought, and would need refreshment.
He opened the dark cupboard above his head, eyeing the collection of pet bowls and accessories which he’d prepared for this purpose. Choosing the one closest to him, he poured some of the cold water into the bowl, before striding back to where his pet was waiting.
“Time for a drink,” he told her, as he placed the dish on the tile by the side of the bench.
She turned her head, revealing a tangle of dark hair over burning red eyes.
“Are you going to behave yourself?” He asked her, crouching and edging closer to her perturbed expression.
Molly sniffed, and nodded as she answered him. “Yes, Master,” she promised, the relief evident in her tone.
Poor little pet. She clearly assumed that this part of her ordeal was over, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. “Good,” he continued, reaching for her left wrist and slowly releasing her limb from the strap.
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Yay, it’s Saturday at last! The Viking’s Possession is still sitting pretty at #1 in Amazon’s new releases, and the sun is shining, so surely it’s time for a spanking? Never fear, I’m here to deliver some red-hot discipline from my new book.
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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 rein 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 he 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.”
My eyes flutter closed at his promise, my head filled with the misery at his verdict. Of course, I never expected him to give in to me—Anders never has—yet I cannot help but think this penance far outweighs the severity of my crime.
“Tell me, Aurelie.” His voice rouses me from my wretchedness, his tone goading me as his palm finally pauses at my punished cheeks. “Tell me you will bear it. I want to hear you yield.”
“Yes, my Lofðungr,” I mewl from over his lap. “I am yours, and I will bear it.”
“That’s my good little sweeting,” he replies, the timbre of his voice vibrating over me. It’s thick with condescension and oozes glee, as though he is thoroughly enjoying my correction. If I know Anders, then I’m sure that he is. I writhe in abject humiliation over his hard legs, my mind weighted with the usual intolerable contradiction. There’s the distress of the punishment, and my inability to control proceedings, versus the simmering need within my core. The need to submit to him, to please him, but more than that—my desire to.
I’m about to burst with excitement about this book, and can’t wait until it hits e-readers on Friday! In the meantime, here’s the blurb and another exclusive excerpt for you…
After she saves the life of Prince Anders, the Viking warrior who took her as his captive and tamed both her body and her heart, nineteen-year-old Princess Aurelie of Donrose knows that she can never return home again. She will belong to Anders forever, as his bride and his possession, destined to be used and enjoyed as thoroughly, shamefully, and often as he pleases. Though Anders has proven many times that he is more than willing to punish her bare bottom harshly for any disobedience, with war fast approaching between her brother and her husband, Aurelie puts her own life in danger in the hopes of making peace. But when her reckless gamble goes wrong, can Anders rescue his headstrong young wife before any harm comes to her? The Viking’s Possession is the sequel to The Viking’s Conquest, but can be read as a stand-alone novel. It includes spankings, and sexual scenes, including some scenes of sexual humiliation. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
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Excerpt:
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.
It’s Saturday, and it’s less than one week until The Viking’s Possession is live! Have you added the book to your Goodreads TBR yet? If not, then do so now!
For this week’s #SatSpanks, I’m sharing more from my writing desk, and this time the darkness has turned to pet play…
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He placed the laptop on the ground to his left, wanting to give her his full attention. The reading would just have to wait, whatever his reservations on the subject. The third strike was firm and he made sure he whacked her pussy this time. The sound of moisture as the paddle connected with her wet seam made him smile broadly. “Three, pet,” he declared, waiting on the appropriate response from her.
“Th-thank you, sir,” she replied. He could tell she’d made herself say the words, but still, she had said them. And that was a start.
“Master,” he corrected her as she wriggled past him. “From now on, you will refer to me as your master.”
He heard the gasp which escaped her lips, and the sound made him chuckle.
“Yes, m-master,” she sighed, her face burning an even deeper shade of crimson.
The game continued, his paddle making contact with his pet’s reddening ass another six times as she crawled past him. Each time he made sure he spanked the tail held beautifully in place by the dildo inside her, and each time he waited for the appropriate response. His cock grew harder every time she called him master, and by the time she came around for the tenth swat, his desire burned almost as hot as her bottom.
Aiming for the final time, Connor landed the swat and sighed with satisfaction as he watched her shuffle away as quickly as her hands and knees would allow. Her ass wriggled perfectly as she moved, sending the tail into humiliating swing past the punished orbs of her behind. He hoped she appreciated these little touches as much as he did, but based on the visible evidence of her arousal, he reckoned Molly did.
“Thank you, master,” she conceded as she passed the fireplace, and he stood from the chair, rearranging the hardness in his pants as she crawled back to him.
“Stop,” he ordered, and as she complied, his erection throbbed hungrily. “You made it, pet. Even if you did require a little instruction towards the end.”
There was a small sniff from the woman at his feet, but she didn’t raise her head or reply.
“Did you enjoy your exercise?” He asked, choosing to ignore the lack of response for the time being.
That made her face move, and she lifted her chin to look at him, her pale eyes burning with defiance. “No, master,” she replied, practically spitting out the final word. “I did not enjoy it.”
He chuckled at her darkly, raising his right hand slowly to the side of her face. She shrunk away, trying to dodge the contact, but his palm insisted, following her flesh until there was nowhere else for her to hide. “That’s a shame,” he told her with a sigh. “Because I did enjoy it, very much, and you will certainly be back here for more exercise soon.”
A small sob caught in her throat as his words resonated through her, but she didn’t counter him. Evidently the sting in her ass was reminding her what the consequences of that action would be.
“And now to the pleasure,” he murmured, intentionally shifting his tone to something more soft and sensual. Molly’s eyes darted to him, widening with her apparent need, yet still she didn’t speak. “Do you think you deserve your pleasure, pet?”
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Today’s the day! The first part of The Viking’s Possession cover reveal begins now… We’re only eight days away from the book being live, so check out the blurb and add it to your TBR now.
After she saves the life of Prince Anders, the Viking warrior who took her as his captive and tamed both her body and her heart, nineteen-year-old Princess Aurelie of Donrose knows that she can never return home again. She will belong to Anders forever, as his bride and his possession, destined to be used and enjoyed as thoroughly, shamefully, and often as he pleases. Though Anders has proven many times that he is more than willing to punish her bare bottom harshly for any disobedience, with war fast approaching between her brother and her husband, Aurelie puts her own life in danger in the hopes of making peace. But when her reckless gamble goes wrong, can Anders rescue his headstrong young wife before any harm comes to her? The Viking’s Possession is the sequel to The Viking’s Conquest, but can be read as a stand-alone novel. It includes spankings, and sexual scenes, including some scenes of sexual humiliation. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Check out this sizzling little snippet from the book:
“You will keep that phallus in place until I tell you otherwise.” His body shifts and his face comes into view over my bound body. “Do you understand?”
I’m nodding even before I’ve had time to process his question. This is what Anders does to me. He takes my usual clear-headed wilfulness and turns it to mush. I can argue, I can push and protest, but in the end, I know I will always submit to this man. “Yes, I understand, my Lofðungr,” I murmur.
He nods, smiling as he leans down to plant a chaste kiss on my panting mouth. “Now, let me pleasure you some more…”
His body slips from view and I squirm needlessly in my ropes. It’s like I cannot keep still because I know now what he has in mind. He doesn’t want to pleasure me at all, he only wants to build me up to the brink of ecstasy, before abandoning the pursuit. He wants to torture me with denial—that is my punishment. As his mouth descends to my pulsating sex once more, I’m overwrought with misery. His ministrations are amazing, his tongue flicking over my excited nib at perfect intervals, whilst the phallus fills my ass in its hard and denigrating way.
Within a moment I am right there again. My mind reels, and I consciously try to control my breathing, reasoning that I can fool Anders. Perhaps if I don’t make my burgeoning pleasure so obvious, I can trick him into thinking I am not at the brink. Perhaps I can achieve my orgasm after all? The idea gives me a glimmer of hope. I close my eyes, willing myself to remain as calm as I can in light of his merciless pursuit of my suffering, but oh, Gods, it’s just too good. Before I know what is happening I am panting again, my nipples beading painfully as Anders takes me right to the brink, before—inevitably—stopping short of allowing me to climax.
This time I screech in frustration, not caring what the consequences of my outburst will be. Damn him! Damn this man who has captured me in just about every way possible. It’s as though this Viking can read my mind, and he knows instinctively when I am about to explode. He is the only man who has ever known me carnally, and it seems he is truly at one with my body.
“Now, now, Aurelie,” he tells me, admonishing me in a gleeful way. “What did I warn you about that pretty little mouth?”
Felicity is a #1 international bestselling, and award winning writer of dark, spanking romance. Head in the clouds, you can usually find her either plotting her next book, hitting the gym, or rocking out to her favourite music. She lives to write though, and is happiest creating desire and kink at her keyboard.
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