In this #SatSpanks edition, I’m thrilled to share an excerpt of my new book, Flawed. This is a prequel to the hugely successful, Taken, Tamed and Entwined, so get ready for more Dark Necessities. 🙂 It’s with my editor right now—and I can’t wait to get it out there to your kindles! Read the sexy snippet, then add it to your TBRnow…
He lifted his hand, bringing it crashing back down over her covered behind, and he watched with satisfaction as her lips parted.
“Why are you being spanked, Lily?” he asked her as he delivered another three swats in fast succession.
She gasped, her eyes blinking wildly as she replied. “You… you want me to answer?”
Ethan chuckled lightly. She was so fucking adorable. “Yes beautiful Lily,” he told her. “I want you to bloom for me; to come alive under the weight of my palm. And for that, you must answer.”
He heard the gasp of air Lily pulled in between her teeth. “I wanted it,” she responded, and Ethan could hear the trace of irony and disbelief in her tone at the admission. “I wanted to you to spank me.”
Lily was right. She had wanted this, and as he spanked her over and over, he wondered whether or not she was regretting that choice now. He hoped not, and as he glanced down at her face he couldn’t see any fear in her eyes. There was some shock, and perhaps even concern, but not fear.
And Ethan knew what fear looked like better than most.
There was definitely no terror in his little flower, but there was the genesis of something else—the dark promise of her dilating pupils and her splaying knees beneath her virginal dress. There was the tantalizing prospect of her arousal.
“That’s right,” he crooned from over her bent body. “You did want it, little Lily, and I believe you need it, too. I think you’re the kind of woman who would benefit from a spanking most days.”
His right palm connected with the sitting spot of one and then the other pert cheek of Lily’s behind. “What do you think, young lady?”
Her lips parted again at his query, and he could see just by looking on her face how much she both loved and hated being labelled that way. No doubt she found the name denigrating in some way, but that was alright. Ethan could tell how much her body wanted to be treated that way—her desire to yield and her fast, panting breaths were evidence enough of that—but he also knew something else; something Lily didn’t know yet. Ethan wanted to denigrate her. He wanted to push her right down into the depths, if for no other reason, so that he could be the one to make her soar again.
“Yes,” she rasped, gyrating her body over his lap although he had never commanded her hips to move. It was hypnotizing to witness. “Yes, I do.”
“I know you do, beautiful,” he confirmed as he rained down a fresh torrent of smacks to her upturned bottom. “But you don’t have to worry. I’m here now, and I can help you scratch that little itch.”
In this weeks #SatSpanks edition, Goldie wrestles with the idea maybe she actually wants to be spanked!?
“You don’t have to be alone,” I begin, raising my hand slowly to stroke the soft strands of fair hair from her face. I pause, absorbing its rich honey tones, and wondering at how beautiful she is.
“What will you do to me?” she asks, her eyes loaded with sin, as though she is at this moment considering all of the debauch options.
“What would you like me to do?” I reply, deliberately throwing her one of my most devastating glances.
Her lips part at my question, and I swear I can hear the pounding of her heart. “I don’t think I’ve ever been with someone so…” She pauses, eyeing me up and down again before she continues. “Big before?”
This time I have no choice, and I laugh gently at the thought. “Do you think you can handle me?” I say, deliberately wishing to provoke her.
Her right eyebrow raises for the briefest second, and I know she has taken my bait. “Of course, I can handle you,” she says flatly.
“So then,” I answer her with a chuckle. “You have nothing to be worried about.”
“Hmmm,” she replies, “not unless you…” Her voice dries midsentence, and something about the resonance makes my cock throb painfully at my waistband.
“Not unless what?” I murmur, pressing myself against her sweet body.
An unconscious groan leaves her lips as she feels, apparently for the first time, just how keen I am to keep her company on this stormy night. “Logan,” she breathes, her gaze coming to rest upon my own once again.
“Not unless what, Goldie?” I repeat, allowing my exasperation to show just a little in my voice.
She stills, acknowledging the tone. “Not unless you spank me again,” she whispers, her dilating pupils evident even in this light.
I watch her with interest. What an intriguing young thing you are, I think. The one thing that you protested so vehemently, now appears to be the one thing on your mind…
“If you behave, then you won’t need to be spanked again,” I say, maintaining eye contact with her as I speak.
Her cheeks flush, although I can’t tell if it’s with arousal or an evocative blend of her excitement laced with the obvious fear she feels. She swallows, evidently trying to play it cool. “But what if I want to be spanked again?”
Molly now existed in some bizarre dream-like state, caught between the reality of her most explicit fantasies, and her very worst nightmares.
One obsessed fan. One captive author.
Lost on the streets of a foreign city, Molly Clary is attacked after a book signing. An unknown hero steps in to protect her, but her relief turns to terror when her savior’s true intentions are revealed.
Connor Reilly doesn’t just want to save her. He wants to take her for himself.
Now Molly’s fighting, not just for her life, but for the essence of who she truly is. If she’s going to survive in Connor’s dark new world, she’ll have to learn to play his base games. But if Molly plays, what will it cost her? Can a monster ever really learn to love, or will his need to dominate destroy them both?
If you enjoyed the debauched desire of the Twist Me series, then you’ll devour Felicity Brandon’s edgy new trilogy.
Taken is an edgy, fast-paced, dark romance and is the first book in The Dark Necessities trilogy. Molly and Connor’s story continues in Tamed, and concludes in Entwined.
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?”
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.
“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…
Here’s a dark, sexy snippet from the first book in my forthcoming dark trilogy. Get ready for the delightfully twisted world of Connor Reilly.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, apologising yet again, but this time her tone was raspy, her lust evident as she spoke, or maybe it was her trepidation? Connor couldn’t be sure.
He watched her, a small smile spreading across his face. “I know you are,” he cooed, “but sorry isn’t good enough. I asked you to drink all of the chocolate, and you failed in that challenge. That means, despite your very best efforts, you need to be punished.” Connor didn’t even try to hide the happiness in his voice as he cast his verdict, the look on her face making his cock throb with excitement.
“P-punished?” Her voice was low and sensual, but he could hear the anxiety in it.
“Nothing too dramatic,” he reassured her. “It’s the middle of the night for Christ’s sake, and I’m shattered, but you need to learn obedience, pet. On this point, and on every point.”
“I want to obey,” she replied in a shaky tone, “please don’t hurt me.”
That look in her eyes moved him. Yes, his cock was pulsating with undeniable need – a fact that Molly was no doubt aware of, given her close proximity – but it was more than that. It wasn’t just the sadist in him that her doleful expression called to, it was the man as well. At that moment she needed looking after, and protecting, and he was the lucky bastard who’d get to fulfil both desires. He’d give her the spanking of her life, and then he’d be there to console her.
“Remember what I told you before?” He told her. His voice had become a soft, sensual purr, and she raised her chin to meet his gaze. “I will hurt you, but I won’t cause you permanent harm. You need to be punished, pet, but then, you already know that don’t you?”
Molly was shaking her head, tears collecting in her eyes as she blinked at him. “But, I…” She hesitated, the urgency evident in her eyes. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”
Connor gave her an intentionally dark stare before he continued. “You don’t get to decide when you’re punished,” he sneered. “Or when your behaviour is acceptable or not. You are my pet now. You exist to please me, write for me and do as you’re told.”
He saw her gulp at that, and he hoped the reality of his words settled over her. For a moment there was silence, apart from her ragged breathing. “Do you understand?” He asked her, his tone low. Molly nodded.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, slowly. “I understand.” That was good enough for Connor for the time being, and he backed away, returning to his place on the bed.
“Get up here then,” he ordered, beckoning to her with the index finger of this right hand. “I need to spank you now.” She rose on shaky legs, her chains all rattling at the same time as she stood before him. Connor’s eyes scanned over her gorgeous body, the metal at her wrists and the chain hanging between her breasts. Fuck, she was fabulous, and she was all his.
Happy Saturday! I am so excited, the kids are finally back in school and I am finally finding time to WRITE. I have several new books in the works and am excited to start talking about them.
But first, let’s join in with Lauren and Blake one last time in this #SatSpank edition. If you haven’t picked it up, 1-click now!
“Is this what you want, sweetheart?” he asked her just as he landed the next swat against her vulnerable cheeks. “Is this what you need?” She groaned, the sound traveling directly to his excited manhood.
“Oh, yes, Sir. Thank you!” He smiled, loving the look and feel of her. She made every one of his senses come to life with her hot, whimpering, and squirming body. She was as damn near to perfect as he’d ever known.
The spanking continued by the fireside. The weight of Blake’s hand rained down over Lauren’s rosy backside, her lusty groans growing louder with each strike. Her hands flinched at each impact, her small fingers sometimes stretching into long, spiky shapes, and balling into fists at other times, but not once did she try to resist him.
Lauren needed this spanking badly, and her body reveled in the way Blake mastered her. Her climax seemed to creep up on her. One moment she was aroused, apparently exulting in each new swat that he delivered to her backside, and the next she seemed to be right there, at the brink. Something about the way he spanked her hit just the right spot, each strike adding new impetus to her burning need. He imagined how engorged and excited her clitoris was about now, and the thought made him gleeful.
Lauren cried out as he drove her to the precipice, her back arching as the next spank pushed her straight over the edge. The sensation of her coming apart over Blake’s lap was compelling. He watched the tension in her toned little body, devouring the look of her pleasure as she finally collapsed over him. He shifted his weight as she slid from his thighs. He had to get inside her again. And it had to be now.
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“Over my lap, beautiful.” His voice was sensual as he gave the order, and the look in his eyes was mesmerizing. Lauren felt her feet shuffling forward, although she wasn’t sure she had commanded them to move. In a heartbeat she was at his side, her pulse racing as his right hand rose to take her small hand.
“Lauren.” His voice was calm, but his intent was clear. She needed to be over his lap now. Lurching forward, she draped herself over his thighs. All at once she recalled the discomfort of the position as her fingers grazed the lush carpet.
Blake’s hand was at the back of her knees, the sensation making Lauren squirm as his digits trailed higher up her legs. Once it reached the orbs of her ass, it paused, massaging them gently as though he wanted to reassure her. And then it was gone, and there was nothing. No words, no sensations, only the sound of her own ragged breathing.
The weight of Blake’s hand came crashing down against her behind. Even though Lauren had been expecting it, the impact still made her gasp, her fingers balling into fists. He spanked her again, his large palm landing against the middle of her bottom. S
he had an idea that he wasn’t using the full force of his hand, but it was enough. As the third strike resonated, the sting seemed overwhelming. He spanked her again and again; swats landing in fast succession. As the strikes rained down, Lauren wondered if she could really get through such a tough spanking.
“Sir?” Her voice sounded hoarse as she spoke, but she didn’t know if it was the pain or the sexual tension in her body. Blake’s hand landed upon her ass once more, but then it paused, squeezing her tender left cheek.
“What is it, Lauren?”
“I know I deserve to be punished, but please, this is too much.” She sounded pitiful, but it was true.
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There’s a small chuckle from over me, and then all at once his palm leaves my jeans briefly, before it comes crashing back down against me. I think I gasp at the impact, my mind registering the pain, although I barely care.
He’s spanking me again, giving me what I want, and what I need, and for the longest time, that’s all I can think about. I stop fighting, my body slumping over his long limbs as the swats fall over me, his palm landing over and over again.
I groan as the pain builds, the heat radiating from my spanked behind and pooling between my legs. Christ it hurts, but I love it, and I wonder how I’ll ever move forward without this discipline in my life. The swats cease all at once, and his large palm comes to rest over my smarting bottom.
“Professor, please!” I wail, hating how desperate I feel at this moment. I don’t know what I’m calling for. Perhaps I want more of the pain, or maybe, I’m just appalled at myself for needing it.
“What is it, Zoe?” he asks, his tone raspy as he answers.
“Why have you stopped?” I feel my face flame a deeper shade of red at the question, but the words are out before the logical part of my brain can stop them. He laughs from over the top of me, and I tense at the sound.
“You’re enjoying this rather more than I expected,” he chuckles. “Usually a few hard swats will inspire some more dedication on the part of the reader, but with you, it seems not to be the case…” There’s a pause, and silence falls over the space. The energy within me furls as I wait for him to continue.
“Let me think,” he goes on. “Perhaps I’ll need to deliver a bare-bottom spanking to really get your attention, Zoe?”
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I actually feel the moment she concedes. The tension in her body lessens beneath me, and she relaxes into my kiss. My cock aches as I devour her sweet mouth, and tries to find its way inside her as I taste myself on her lips. Goldie squirms gently, but for the first time the fight in her is gone, and as I pull away she lets out a small moan.
“Fuck me, Logan. Please?” Her plea is soft, and causes my length to harden explicably. My eyes scan her face and then, rolling to her side with her small wrists still encased in my palm, I absorb her fabulous body. She is strong, fit, and toned, yet she is curved and warm in all of the right places.
“Not yet, little girl,” I whisper in reply, choosing to deliberately use the term I know will cause her the most irritation. “First, I am going to spank this sweet ass again, and then I am going to explore you, taste you, and take you apart with my tongue.” I glance down at her as she registers my words, her face demonstrating how she feels about my proposals. “And then—and only then—am I going to fuck you.”
There is a crack of thunder from outside, and although the storm sounds like it is moving away, the rain still pounds against the walls of the tiny cottage. Her eyes widen a fraction at the sound, but she’s considerably calmer than she had been earlier, her attention now almost entirely focused on me.
“Are you ready, Goldie?” I am not sure how much longer I can contain my arousal. My need to possess this little stranger who came wandering into my life less than a day ago is stronger than anything I have ever felt for a long time. She gazes up at me, her pale blue eyes sparkling as another flash of lightning rips the skyline somewhere.
“Mmmm, yes. Please spank me, Logan, sir.”
I know she is playing with me, and yet I have never witnessed our guest be so docile and compliant. Not wanting to miss this unique opportunity, I offer her a small grin before kneeling up over her and flipping her onto her belly. She lands gently with a small yell of surprise, but offers little more in the way of complaint as I lift her and shift her soft nudity back over my lap. She settles in on top of me, nudging my hardness with her hip as her legs splay beautifully behind her.
“I’m going to redden this naughty little bottom of yours again, girl,” I say with a forced severity that I hope she’ll be able to see through. She twists to her left, assessing my face, and smiles as she realizes that I am just playing in order to heighten her sensation.
“Thank you, sir,” she replies, blinking her long lashes at me. “I have been terribly naughty.”
“Yes, you have,” I agree. My palm lands flat against her bare bottom, sending a tremor of sensation down into her sex. I look to her face, finding that her eyes have fluttered shut, and her mouth has fallen open. I keep watching as I spank her again, slightly harder this time. Her peaceful visage barely changes, although there is just the faintest glimmer of pain as the strike registers.
“I have the feeling that you’ve never been spanked before, Goldie.” The sound of her name revives her, and her blue orbs open, searching for my face. “Tell me, little girl, am I right?” She braces as she catches the look of my right palm rising behind her, and then stills as it lands against both of her vulnerable cheeks again. This strike is harder still, and leaves a satisfying warmth radiating from her backside as I move my hand away.
“Yes, sir,” she answers in a whisper. “Nobody has ever spanked me before you.” A blush engulfs her face at her admission, and the look of her stretched out subserviently over me sends a new, fierce jolt of desire shooting through me. My cock throbs painfully, desperate to be inside her. My hand connects with her bottom again, and this time I indulge myself, taking a moment to sweep one, and then two digits down into the warm space between her legs. Her pussy is sleek and smooth—waxed I presume—and as I explore further, I find her sex slick with her own hot arousal. As I draw my fingers through the moisture, she groans, pushing back against me in a brazen attempt to be filled.
I remove my hand in an instant, and bring it back down onto her backside hard and fast. “That is enough!” I chide her. “You will be fingered and fucked at my leisure, young lady—not at your own.”
“Yes, sir,” she replies, squirming over my lap as I spank her again. I smile. It’s unclear to what extent Goldie is just enjoying the roleplay, and how much she really relishes the idea of being naked and spanked over my knee, but either way, I am loving this smoking-hot opportunity to tame her. Landing another strike on her rosy flesh, I begin to alternate cheeks, snapping my wrist against each in turn, and watching as her body responds to both the pain and the pleasure. After another five spanks, I land a particularly hard strike against her right cheek, and the sting draws her hands, which had been resting by the sides of her head, to her backside. I capture her wrists again, holding them away from her body with my right hand as she struggles beneath.
“Did I tell you that you could move your arms or interfere with your spanking?” My voice is stern, and she eyes me with an anxious expression.
“No, Logan, sir,” she admits quickly. “I’m sorry.” For the first time I suspect that she might actually be contrite, and the thought makes my cock even harder.
“Do I have to bind you?” I ask her. She shakes her head at me wildly.
“I could, you know,” I go on. “I could bind you and keep you here in my cottage for my pleasure, and for the pleasure of my brothers.” Her body stills, the tension seeping back into it.
“You wouldn’t?” she says in that way that always sounds merely like a challenge.
“You know I would,” I answer, twisting my body to look upon her directly. “It is little more than you deserve after coming in here uninvited, taking what you want and expecting to walk away scot-free?”
“But…” She squirms, struggling against my tight grasp of her. “But you promised? If I submitted to your spanking yesterday, then you would help me back to my car.”
“Hmmm,” I reply, watching as the fear and arousal in her eyes battle for control of her body. Which will win the fight, I wonder to myself. “I did promise that, didn’t I?” I pause, lowering her wrists, and pressing them into the small of her back. “Yet looking at this rain, I don’t think I’ll be able to take you anywhere on foot for the next few hours. It looks like you’re stuck here, little girl, so you may as well be useful while you are.”