Educating Jenny by PK Corey

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Cal’s young wife, Jenny, just wants to play house with her gorgeous, dominant husband, Sheriff Cal Bennett of Beaufort County. Cal wants her to complete one more year of college before choosing a path. Although Jenny is tired of school, she bends to her husband’s wishes and goes off to classes in a nearby city. On their precious days together, Cal educates his beautiful girl to the idea of sexual fantasies and bedroom toys, and here, Jenny is an eager student!
Jenny finds herself being stalked by a mysterious police officer who views every move she makes as criminal. Everyone she cares about knows that what ensues is not Jenny’s doing, but she can’t keep herself from giving in to some sweet revenge. Her plan starts out as a silly college girl prank, but soon lands her on the wrong side of Cal’s law.

Check out this sexy little snippet from the book…

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“I know you want to talk about this college thing some more. It’s stressing me out too. I’m willing to talk about it, but it might lead to a fight. So, let’s go to the bedroom for a little playtime to get us both in a good mood first. College can’t be mentioned until we come back in here, agree?”
Jenny watched Cal’s face break into a dazzling smile. “I agree. And woman, I like the way you handle stressful situations.”
“I think you’re going to like the way I handle lots of things,” Jenny assured him.
In the bedroom, Jenny began unbuttoning his shirt. The hardness of his body always impressed her and she slowly rubbed her hand over his six-pack. She undid his belt and lowered his zipper. Putting her hands inside his pants, she lowered his jeans and underwear continuing to push them down until she was on her knees.
“While I’m in the neighbourhood,” she murmured. She put her mouth to his balls and gently sucked one into her mouth. Cal gasped with surprise and delight. She continued the treatment while gently stroking his erection. Jenny got to her feet. “Just a preview,” she told him, standing up.
Cal began undressing her. He loved this and he took his time. He loved every inch of her body, and many parts he chose to savour with both his eyes and his mouth. Now nude, Jenny stepped back. “On the bed,” she ordered him, “on your stomach.”
“Stomach?” he questioned.
Jen pointed and didn’t repeat herself. Cal lay down and immediately Jenny climbed over him, reaching for the lotion. “You need a good massage to get rid of all that stress,” she told him. She began smoothing the lotion into his neck and shoulders. Cal loved the feeling of her hands on him as she massaged his back then began on his legs. She worked her way up slowly and then, unable to resist, she landed a hard swat to his beautiful ass.
“Oww . . .” she cried out. “Damn, Cal, your ass is hard as a brick!”
Cal had turned to grab her wrist, “And you’re not supposed to spank it.” He laughed at her. “Here let me show you how it’s done.” He quickly pulled her across his lap and began with a few hard swats.

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A glimpse of the darkness to come… #SatSpanks #Dark #BDSM

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In the midst of all my excitement regarding the imminent release of The Viking’s Possession, I’ve been penning some increasingly dark material.

For this week’s #SatSpanks post, I’m sharing some of this story for the very first time…

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The spanking had gone well, better than he’d dared to hope. Connor had expected her to fight, resist and cry, but in reality she’d been reasonably stoic, as though the thought of showing him how much he was hurting her made the indignation even worse. He narrowed his eyes at that, pondering the point. Was he disappointed that she hadn’t protested more? Had he hoped for a big show? He didn’t like the fact that she could be holding back, but as he pulled in a deep breath he reminded himself of the facts – this was day one. There would be plenty of time to break down Molly Clary. What he needed to do was stay focused on the task in hand, oh and enjoy every facet of the experience.

“Get up now,” he commanded her, missing the warmth of her body as she shifted over him and slowly rose to stand.

Her hair hung in dank strands at her face, her eyes a little red and watery. The skin stretched over those high cheek bones was flushes with obvious embarrassment at having to stand in front of him with her jeans and knickers pooling at her thighs. The effect was satisfying. He wasn’t as satisfied as he hoped to become in the coming days, but for now, the look of the woman before him was pleasing enough.

“After you’re punished, you will apologise, young lady,” he told her with a deliberately clipped tone.

Molly shifted her weight awkwardly, her face flickering with emotion. Evidently, she was both enraged and embarrassed at the decision. “I’m sorry, sir,” she whispered, seemingly pushing the words out in one long breath.

Connor eyed her for a moment, allowing his gaze time to run the length of his body and really explore her. It stopped at the collection of clothing caught around her thighs, and he knew he was smirking as his eyes drew slowly north to the neatly trimmed little pussy on display. He paused here, lifting his left arm and drawing her ropes north so they wouldn’t obscure his view. The look of her was utterly tantalising, sending electricity straight to his already excited cock. He loved how neat her pubic hair was, and wondered just how good that little pussy was going to taste when he finally got to claim her. Then, just as his gaze was about to continue north to her toned midriff, Connor spotted something else. It wasn’t obvious, and for the longest time he wasn’t sure, but as he shifted his weight forward on the bed he could see it was true. Molly Clary was wet! The trimmed hair covering her seam was glistening with what he could only imagine was desire. His eyes shot north to her face, and he noticed how an even deeper blush engulfed her cheeks. So, she knew she was aroused then, and now she also knew that he had found her out…

For the longest moment their eyes locked. Molly’s swilled with a peculiar mixture of what he assumed was fear, shame and arousal. He didn’t know what she saw in his, but the expression on her face told him it was probably lust.

“Did someone enjoy their punishment, Molly?” He asked her sardonically.

Her face fell, her humiliation seemingly complete – or so she thought.

“Molly?” He probed again, his tone still playful as she eyed him fearfully. “It looks as though that sweet little pussy is rather wet, little lady, and I for one have not had the pleasure of touching it, so… I can only assume you enjoyed being over my knee. Tell me, is it true?”

She gulped, her face an absolute picture. She wanted to lie, that much was clear. Molly wanted to protest and tell him what a filthy pig he was for doing this, for spanking her, for claiming such foul untruths, yet how could she? Molly’s body betrayed her, and they both knew it.

“A little,” she whispered at length.

Connor rose before her, his height sending her backwards as far as the ropes at her wrists and the jeans at her thighs would allow. “That is unexpectedly good news, Molly,” he told her with a dark chuckle. “We are going to get on well, you and I…” He allowed his voice to trail away on purpose, although his stare never left the bound woman before him. “Since you enjoyed your punishment, you may also thank me for delivering it, Molly.”

Her eyes found him again in a heartbeat, the look of indignation etched back into her pretty features. “Th-thank you!” She repeated, as though she hadn’t heard him the first time.

“Yes,” he replied, his tone lowering, “and don’t forget what you were punished for, young lady. I’m not sure that beautiful ass could handle another round right at this moment, however much your pussy might want it!”

Molly baulked at that, her cheeks now a deep crimson. “I’m sorry, sir,” she said at once. “And thank you.”

There was no feeling in the words, but she had said them. It was a start.

“Thank me for what, Molly?” He asked as his dark eyes penetrated her face.

She paused as she considered what he now required of her. “Thank you for spanking me, sir,” she answered at last.

Connor smiled as his right hand rose to her chin, once more propping it north so that she could not avoid his eyeline. “You are welcome, Molly,” he told her with a devastating smile. “Now you can conclude your punishment with some corner time, and then – when you’ve had time to think about your error – we can finally begin our story.”

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Boss by Maggie Carpenter

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Best-selling, award-winning Maggie Carpenter delivers a gripping romance full of love, lust and sizzling suspense.

Mega-rich and handsome, Tony has it all, but a fiery redhead and a golden-haired psychic turn his world upside-down.

Tony McIntyre is every woman’s dream, but love comes second to business. When a redheaded vixen with challenge in her eyes and a sharp tongue joins the company, his golden rule, no pleasure in the workplace, is put to the test. He’d like nothing better than to bend her over his desk and introduce her to his very hot hand.

Colleen O’Connell is the owner of Kiss Me Cosmetics. Her company is in jeopardy, and she has turned to the famous investor for help. When she meets him he’s even sexier than his photographs, and determined to break down his guard she comes up with a cunning plan.

Their chemistry ignites, but Tony encounters a mysterious flaxen-haired psychic. His attraction to her is strangely intense, and when she offers disturbing insights into Colleen, it causes him to doubt his growing feelings–and Colleen herself.

Lurking in the background is a cold-blooded killer, but no-one suspects the charming man of being an evil psychopath. Who is in danger? What does he want and how does he plan to get it…?

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Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are? he purred, moving his lips to her neck. All those meetings, watching you make mincemeat out of guys who make mincemeat out of everyone else. It made me crazy.

 Tony?

 What?

 Will you please stop talking and ravage me?

 Abruptly lifting her off her feet, he strode through the kitchen and out into the hall. Resting her head against his shoulder, she felt the power of his muscled body, and inhaled the fragrance of the same seductive cologne hed been wearing when theyd had dinner. Pushing open the door of a guest room, he laid her on the bed, quickly peeled off her clothes and tossed them aside. He paused, gazing down at her for a moment, then leaning over her, he placed his hands on either side of her head.

 I wasnt thinking, he said, his voice husky.

 Whats the matter?

 The condoms are upstairs in my bedroom. I can carry you up there, or be back in a minute.

 Leave me for one-second and youre a dead man.

 Ah. Well. In that case!

 Swooping her up, he hurried back into the hall and started to climb the stairs.

 Im really glad youre as strong as a marine.

 Im really glad you only weigh an ounce. Hold on. Were almost there.

 But she couldnt wait, and began planting kisses across his face, fuelling his hot fever. Striding into his room, he tossed her on the bed and pounced on top of her.

 I need to ask you something.

 Ask me anything, she said breathlessly.

 Do you want me to spank you? The truth.

 Uh…”

 Come on, little girl. Answer me.

 Im not a little girl.

 Its a yes or no question, and you are a little girl. What do you weigh? Ninety-five pounds?

 What does that have to do with anything?

 Youre a total cutie pie and Im crazy about you, but if you dont answer the question, Ill leave you naked, tie you to this bed and walk away.

 You wouldnt.

 Youre probably right, not this time, but back to my question. Youre obviously too embarrassed to admit it or you would have just said no. Look at that blush crossing your face. Is it just a fantasy, or have you had your butt reddened in the past?

 My college boyfriend, she admitted, lowering her eyes. And, Tony, that was the favor I was going to ask.

 You were going to ask me to spank you?

 Uh-huh. Crazy idea, but yeah.

 Dont move.

 Climbing off her, he quickly stripped, then stretching out next to her, he pressed his lips on hers in a long, slow, passionate kiss.

 Im going to devour you, he murmured, softly pressing his mouth against her neck. Im going to lick you and kiss you, and make you beg for my cock. Then Ill flip you over, smack your gorgeous ass, and fuck your brains out.

 His promise sent a flood between her legs, and as he moved down to her nipples and slowly drew them into his mouth, she let out a long, low, moan. He lingered, taking his time as he tongued and lapped, all the while running his fingertips along the inside of her thighs. Occasionally he brushed his hand against her pussy, and if she tried to chase the attention, he lightly nipped her cherry tips.

 Please touch me, she finally begged. I cant stand it.

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The Viking’s Possession – #DarkRomance #Vikings #Comingsoon

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We made it half way through the week – phew – and I’m excited to share some news with you! My new Viking release now has a title AND a release date. The Viking’s Possession will be available on Friday, June, 8th, and I’ll be revealing the cover in the upcoming weeks.

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Anders pauses by the bed, and I watch wordlessly as he secures the end of the rope around the nearest bedpost. He turns, eyeing me salaciously as he fastens his trousers. “You shall stay put here, my love,” he coos almost gleefully.

I avoid his grinning expression, casting my eyes to my knees as I try to make myself comfortable. The rope has me leashed quite close to the post, and I only have a few inches to manoeuvre my body, so I rest on my haunches, waiting to see what Anders will do next. There’s a dark chuckle as he saunters away. I hear his footsteps against the stone floor as he moves behind me, but I don’t turn to see where he’s going. Instead, I twist left, examining the small knot that has me bound to the bedpost.

“I wouldn’t even think about that,” snorts Anders as he strides back toward the bed.

I flush at his words, swallowing hard. “I am not thinking anything, my Lofðungr,” I murmur.

He laughs at that. “Oh, Aurelie,” he chuckles. “Remember I have leashed you before. I know how your mind works.”

I know my face is colouring as Anders moves toward me, sitting himself on the edge of the bed next to where I wait. In his hands are two of the local orange fruits and a small knife.

“Let me feed you now,” he tells me sensually. He slices a piece of juicy flesh from the fruit in his palm and holds it out for me. “Come and get it, Aurelie.”

I raise my gaze to meet his expectant face. I know what he wants. He wants me to come forward and take the fruit from his fingers, like a well-trained dog. The muscles of my sex clench at the thought, and I inhale deeply. I already know I am going to do what he wants, and as my heart begins to pound inside my chest I feel my limbs begin to shift. I move slowly, falling back to all fours and edging closer to Anders’ fingers. As I approach, my lips part and I take the fruit into my mouth.

“Good girl,” he purrs in a low seductive tone. “I know you can be good, little one, because you have already been fed from my fingers before, haven’t you, Aurelie?”

I rouse at the question, swallowing the tasty flesh in my mouth. “Yes, my Lofðungr,” I whisper, feeling my face flame with embarrassment.

It is one thing to be used and humiliated this way, but to be reminded of all those previous times—of the mortifying shame of my time in the Viking camp—is too much.

“I see you do recall,” he chuckles at my response. There’s a pause as he slices more pieces of fruit. He drops one into his waiting mouth, before offering me the other. Once more I come forward onto all fours to accept the fruit.

“Lick the juices from my fingers,” he orders sensually.

Eyeing my husband briefly, I comply, allowing my tongue to lap at the tasty juice smothering his fingertips.

“How beautiful you look, my love,” he coos as he watches me. “Such a good little one, licking me clean whilst still covered in my seed.”

I swallow again, shamefully aroused by his description. Accepting the compliment as I finish cleaning his digits, I try to ignore the burning need burgeoning between my legs.

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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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Her Match Her Mate Her Master by Vanessa Brooks

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I am thrilled to be joined by the lovely, Vanessa Brooks, who brings us her latest hot read, Her Match Her Mate Her Master!

This epic tale begins in Georgian England then travels back across the wide Atlantic Ocean into the wilds of America.

A couple mismatched?

Yes.

Are they attracted to one another?

Oh yes.

An adventure that begins with a tempestuous honeymoon and ends with ship wreck. A Lady unsuited to the rigors of the wilderness is kidnapped by natives.

Does this story end well?

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He admired her gorgeous hair, a pool of gleaming copper. Soft, silken, tendrils trailed like fire over the creamy mounds of her breasts, nipples taut, exposed to his carnal gaze. He ached with the need to mate her; she was irresistible, ravishing. Standing, he peeled off his clothes, turning to face her, his manhood pulsing stiffly from his groin.

“Look at me, wife,” he commanded. She gazed at him, never having seen a man naked before, she was fascinated; her eyes devoured the sight of his tumescent hardness that testified his desire for her. How proudly it jutted, long and thick. Were all men made so, she wondered. Her eyes travelled down his long powerful legs, covered in whorls of dark curling hair, the plain of his flat stomach, the wide, well-muscled chest, coated in the same dark hair. Her gaze took in his broad shoulders and strong biceps. Linnet’s gaze finally settled on John’s lean face.

Disconcertingly, he watched her beneath those hooded inscrutable grey eyes, his stare unwavering. As he moved purposefully towards the bed she shyly, nervously, shifted over to accommodate him. He gathered her into his embrace, kissing and caressing her. He began to stir her passion once more. His deft fingers worked their magic, her furrow quivering, slickly plump with desire. He slowly moved above her, this time she parted her legs unconsciously welcoming,   he guided himself to her waiting cleft.

With a thrust, he drove into her yielding channel, she lifted her hips, bucking, meeting thrust for thrust, needing him.

“Now,” he whispered hoarsely, “now… you see, you are mine.”

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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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