Connor calls Molly by her name in this #SatSpanks edition

Molly and Connor’s world is about to take a dark turn, get ready because Tamed is releasing on December 28th! Here is a not very spanky excerpt, but it is super hot and I wanted to share it! Add Tamed to your TBR here.

The wall of pleasure approached like an unwavering foe. It was coming for her. It was coming hard, and there was no way of escaping that now. More than that she didn’t want to escape it. She wanted it. She needed it, and furthermore, she fully intended to milk every last moment of it from the monstrous cock buried inside her pussy. As the wave crashed down over her, Molly gasped, aware of green eyes drilling into her face. Her body spasmed, lightning splintering from her core as her pussy clenched helplessly around the shaft fucking her.

Too fucking good.

The thought flitted briefly through her mind as she panted for air. This was too good. As she surrendered to the sensations, the reality became clear to her all of a sudden. Molly knew she could give in to this, she could accept this, and like a stiff drink when you needed one, the truth was as warm as it was disconcerting. She could give herself to the man, so long as he kept the monster at bay. She would be his pet. She’d be his to chain; his to degrade, so the long as the woman inside her was also cherished and respected.

“Ride it, Molly.”

Connor’s words penetrated her hazy subconscious, his tone soft and alluring. Molly blinked into his face, trying to focus on those eyes, yet failing absolutely as the next wave of pleasure landed over her. Had he just called her Molly? What did that mean? Yet even as the abstract queries floated through her mind, she didn’t care. Not now. Now there was nothing but his hardness filling her up, stretching her, completing her, and the weight of the pleasure as it cascaded down. Down. Down, dragging her with it; taking them both into the abyss of whatever hell housed a coupling as fucked up as this one.

“Ride it,” he croaked as Connor’s pleasure finally peaked. “And don’t you ever, fucking stop.”


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Saturday Spankings are coming for number sixteen…

In this #SatSpanks edition, I am celebrating Submission At The Tower being on sale for 99 cents for a few days only!  Grab it now before it goes back up to it’s normal price.

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“Now remove those panties,” barks a voice from over my right shoulder.
This order is so much firmer than the previous, it almost takes me by surprise. Instinctively I turn my head to see its owner, but am met by the hard stare of Shaw.

“Now, number sixteen …”

Still unsure which man had made the request I wiggle slowly out of my black satin panties. Moving them down my thighs, I allow them to pool at my feet, before stepping out of them and bending carefully to collect them in my hand. I notice to my shame that the gusset is wet and sticky from my own arousal and I feel my face colour again.

“What have you seen?” asks Shaw, not missing a trick, “bring them here, number sixteen.”

Reluctantly I lower my head and take a small step towards him.

“Not like that!” snaps a voice from behind me – the same one which had ordered the removal of my panties. “Get down on your hands and knees!”

The flush in my face flames at the sound of his command. I suspect my embarrassment is more from being so publicly chastised then from the demand, but nonetheless the effect is the same. I am suddenly a ball of mortification in front of these men – my new masters. I take a deep breath and fall silently to my hands and knees.

As I assume this new, more vulnerable position, the atmosphere in the room changes perceptibly. The air is now charged with palpable energy. The nervous ball of arousal in me drives me on and I arch my back shamelessly, pushing my ass and wet pussy out for everyone behind me to see. I am no longer particularly young and even though I work to keep myself in shape, I am still wrecked with the type of body insecurities that plague most people. Strangely in this most exposed of moments, I feel powerful, even in my submission. I know that every pair of eyes is on me, every pair of hands wants to touch me and every cock is straining to fuck me. The result is the most incredible feeling of wanton depravity I have ever experienced.

I glance up at Shaw. I can clearly see his hard length visible through his pin-stripe trousers. The desire to take it in the mouth and taste him is strong and yet the desire to submit to his will is even more powerful. Without being told I dip my head to my right hand and pick up my panties in my teeth. A low hum of appreciation rattles around the circle. Then, panties hanging from my mouth, I crawl as seductively as I can across to where Shaw is waiting.

Two things strike me. The first is how much harder it is to crawl with grace than I’d imagined. The unforgiving wood under my knees cuts into my skin, making each movement a temporary agony and the progress feel awkward and clumsy. I hope in vain that it looks lither then it feels, and yet somehow I doubt it… As I move drawing in deep breaths through my nose, the second thing becomes apparent. The smell of my own arousal fills my senses. The panties in my teeth seem to radiate it. I’m sure that everyone else in the room can also get the scent. I would no doubt be blushing furiously about this new shame was it not for my already humiliating predicament! And yet this humiliation is exactly what I’ve been craving for so long, my drenched pussy a testament to how much I am enjoying the experience.

As my mind dwells on the depths I have already sunk into since my arrival less than an hour ago, I approach Shaw’s feet and legs. Unsure of how to proceed, but sure that looking up at him is not an acceptable response, I wait on all fours in front of him, like an untrained animal. I squirm at the prospect that he may be making the same comparison.

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Molly finally understands what happens when she disobeys in this #SatSpanks

It is Saturday so it is time for #SatSpanks and you can finally see what Molly and Connor have been up to. Grab Taken now and dive into the dark trilogy!

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His new pet had the most stunning behind. It was pert, round and perfectly formed, without a doubt designed for his large palms to correct. That right palm rose from her flesh, before coming crashing back down against her. He relished the impact, watching as the strike reverberated over her flawless cheeks. There was no noise from her, not even a gasp, and the lack of response spurred him on. Delivering the second spank, he intentionally aimed for the same spot, this time observing her face as best he could as the impact vibrated around her body. Molly squeezed her eyes shut, but still there was no gasp, no yelp, nothing to suggest pain. Steeling himself, Connor delivered a further five swats in fast succession, and all the time he watched her even expression. His pet was stoic and strong, and a bizarre sense of pride filled him, but still, this was a punishment, and he wouldn’t be happy until she was overwhelmed with the sting of his palm.

“Why are you being spanked, pet?” he growled, peppering her cheeks with hard smacks as he spoke.

She opened her eyes, his voice apparently bringing her back to the here and now. “I didn’t finish my hot chocolate, Sir,” she replied, breathlessly.

Connor nodded at her admission, but his palm did not relent. Instead, it continued to spank her, lowering its intensity toward the sensitive flesh at the top of her thighs. As his hand connected to this new target, a small whimper left her delicate lips. His cock throbbed furiously at the sound, his gaze assessing her face as he shifted to the next thigh.

“More specifically,” he demanded, “tell me where your hot chocolate was when you failed to finish it as requested.”

Molly gasped, her eyes flying back to meet his as his palm spanked her again, alternating between her pale thighs. Connor gazed at her coolly. Now he was really enjoying himself. Not only was he getting to discipline his gorgeous little pet, but even better, he had found a weak spot. Having her thighs spanked obviously hurt, and as his gaze flitted back to her upturned bottom, he could see the flesh there beginning to color wonderfully.

“I didn’t finish the chocolate in my bowl, Sir” she answered him, her face flushing as she forced the words out.

Connor’s palm stilled, pressing into the heat of her punished bottom. She’d said the words out loud, just as he’d wanted. “That’s right,” he told her, ensuring his gaze drilled into the exposed area of her pretty face. “You’re going to have to get used to lapping from that bowl, pet, because that’s the only way you’ll be drinking from now on. Got it?” As he spoke his hand rose a few inches and swatted her upturned cheeks hard.

“Yes, Sir,” Molly gasped, eyeing him wildly.

“Good,” he replied, landing another three strikes against her now pink cheeks. “Bad pets who disobey me are punished, do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered again.

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Connor offers Molly the ability to run #SatSpanks #ComingSoon

It’s Saturday, and less than three weeks until you can get our hands on Taken. There’s no actual spanking in this scorching little snippet, be rest assured, one if never too far away where Connor Reilly is concerned…

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“Are you going to run, Molly?” His voice was calm, and almost amused as it questioned her.
She shifted her gaze to follow the sound of his voice, her face no doubt portraying her anxiety on the subject. “No,” she lied, her tone breathless.
“No?” he repeated back to her as he stepped forward out of the black shadows of the furthest corner. His right brow arched in the tantalizing way it did when he knew he was onto a winner.
“No,” she confirmed, shaking her head for good measure.
He moved toward her laughing. “You could run, you know,” he went on, his gaze intense as his tall body loomed over her.
Molly blinked up at her captor. Free of her binds at last, she felt bolstered and no longer wanted to call him Master. She could never allow a monster like Connor to master her. “What?”
“You could run,” he affirmed. “If you wanted to? Your stories have always had an element of the cat and mouse about them, haven’t they, pet? I know you’d enjoy that, and if you didn’t already know, I love the thrill of the chase.”
Adrenaline spiked in her body as he spoke. Was he giving her permission to flee from him? Is that why he’d removed the chains? Was this just the latest game he wanted to play?
“Yes,” he answered her, although she was certain she hadn’t spoken the words out loud. “You can run, Molly, but you know if you run, I’m going to chase you, and you know I’m going to catch you.”
Her heart was pounding in her chest as she sat up straight beside him, pinning her wide-eyed gaze onto his. “Why are you saying this?” she mumbled. And how do you know all of this?
His smile widened, and he pulled up a box from nearby, seating himself beside her. “After all this time, pet,” he purred. “Don’t you think I know you by now? I knew you before we’d even met. I know what you’re thinking, Molly. You are quite literally an open book to me.”
She flushed, her head falling forward as though the admission was shameful. She was ashamed, because he was right. He did seem to know her. He knew what she was going to be thinking, what she wanted, and just how to control her. It was freaking infuriating.
“Look at me.” His voice was sterner, having taken on some of the quality which made the knot of anxious energy in her belly tighten. She complied, not wanting to rile the beast in him. Their eyes met, his mesmerizing green orbs utterly compelling. His hand came slowly to her face. Molly flinched out of instinct, but relaxed when he began to caress the side of her face with calm, gentle strokes. “This is your story, pet,” he mused. “Our story. If you want to run, then I am not going to stop you.”
“But you will chase me?” she whispered, her fear furling as simmering arousal at his touch began to flood her system. She knew she shouldn’t crave him, but she found herself leaning into the warmth of his hand. It was like a reflex. Despite the fact this was the same hand that had captured, and tormented her, it was also the hand that had rescued and comforted her – and pleasured her.
Connor’s chuckle resonated deeply inside of Molly’s body. “Of course,” he answered, his fingers tightening in her long dark hair. “I will chase you because you’re mine, pet. You belong to me now, we both know that, don’t we?” He hesitated as though he expected her to speak, but she merely blinked at him. Too terrified to respond. Too afraid of what her answer might be. “Molly?”
The sound of her name made her lips part. It was intimate, fanning the flames of her burgeoning need. “Yes, Master?” she said, her voice barely audible as she confessed the truth.
For a moment they just stared at one another, the admission lingering in the dank air around them.
“But that’s not the only reason I’d chase you,” he went on eventually. “I’d chase you because it’s what you want, Molly, isn’t it?”


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Molly has to remind herself in this #SatSpanks #ComingSoon

I am so excited to finally have a release date for Taken, book 1 of The Dark Necessities trilogy.  Keep your eyes open for 28 November, Taken goes live and it is going to be great! For now, let’s take a short peek into Molly’s thinking for this #SatSpanks edition of Taken.

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“So, let’s put it this way,” he continued. “Address me properly, or you’ll find yourself stripped and over my knee for a bare-arse spanking. And believe me, pretty, I can be heavy-handed when I’m irritated.”
She gulped at that. It was a physical response, and she guessed he saw it. Spanking. Had he just threatened her with a spanking? For fuck’s sake, this was getting out of hand. This complete stranger was now intimidating her with the notion of violence.
Her head spun at the idea, and yet even now, at this most terrifying juncture, her clit throbbed impatiently inside her pants. He’d threatened her with a spanking! How long had it been since she’d been taken in hand? Too long, the tiny voice in her head reminded her.
“Am I making myself clear, Molly?” The sound of his voice snapped her back to reality. Not arousing, she reminded herself. This is not arousing. This is abduction…

 


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Molly gets frustrated in this #SatSpanks #ComingSoon

I am in the dreaded editing cave again right now, but Molly has a punishment and I figured you would want to hear about it!

Molly pulled at the chains which held her wrists in place, revelling in her utter degradation at his hands. Her eyelids fell closed as his fingers edged her towards ecstasy. She was close, so damn close, that just a couple of direct swats to her clit would be enough to send her spiralling out of control. As the realisation hit her, Molly’s lips parted of their own accord, her body braced for the impending pleasure.

“Yes, Sir,” she gasped. It was all she could manage as she chased her orgasm, her body acting independently by now, as if she had no control over it whatsoever. She heard his dark chuckle fill the air above her head, the ominous sound only fuelling her desire.

“So wet and wanton,” he murmured. “You’re even better than I’d imagined!” As he spoke his fingers began to slow, before they eased gently from her sodden pussy.

“No!” She groaned, the sense of frustration as her stimulation ceased was enormous, and she ground herself against his leg helplessly, desperate to find just enough friction to take her to the brink. This time he laughed out loud.

“Just look at you, pet,” he chortled. “So fucking desperate!”

Molly screeched with irritation, annoyed by reason that he sought to deliberately build her up like this, just to disappoint her. Who does that? It was worse than being kept and chained, it was just freaking cruel.

“Enough!” He barked, smacking her writhing backside with three hard swats. “Unless you want me to turn this backside black and blue, you will hold your tongue and keep still.”

She heard his words, and understood their gravity, so she willed her body to be calm, but all the while there was the unbearable, burning need that he’d inspired. There would be no relief, she knew that now, and as the reality washed over her, a low sob caught in her throat.

“Clearly I have over-indulged you,” Connor mused as his hand explored the tender skin of her bottom. “This was a punishment, pet. I made that clear right from the start, and that does not mean you’re entitled to pleasure afterwards.”

Hot tears pricked her eyes as she listened to him, but still she couldn’t make sense of what he said. Why play with her? Why stimulate her at all, if he had no intention of satisfying her? The guy really was a sadist if he thought this was fun…

As she blinked the fresh tears away, she saw him gazing down at her, his expression lit with an ugly smirk.


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Molly is threatened with a gag #SatSpanks #ComingSoon

I love how these two characters are developing, Molly and Conner are super fun to write!  This week, Molly thinks she has had enough, but Conner certainly disagrees.

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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.

“Hush,” came Connor’s reply. “I don’t need your opinion, Molly. You’ll be punished until I am satisfied, and if you can’t keep quiet then I’ll be forced to gag that pretty little mouth of yours again. Got it?”

His voice was as hard and unrelenting as his palm, and she knew in that moment that there was little point in further protest. Connor had all the power, and she really didn’t want to end up gagged during the ordeal as well as bound and humbled.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered into the bedding, uncertain if her voice would even carry to where he sat. “I’ve got it.”


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