Viking passion… #WIPitUp #BDSM #spanking

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It’s the middle of the week, and it’s time for #WIPitup Wednesday! This time I’m bringing you another sizzling scene from my Viking sequel. This book is nearly ready for my beta readers, and is really taking shape… Join Anders and Aurelie in the midst of a red-hot punishment scene.

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At some point, my mind drifts in that exquisite way I have found when Anders has punished me in the past. In this new place, I am able to feel past the pain of each new swat, and beyond it, into a softer, more hedonistic state. My hips, which previously danced to escape the kiss of the lash, now roll forward for entirely different reasons, the shoots of arousal pushing them in pursuit of something to pleasure myself against. Yet Anders has me bound in such a way that there is nothing to garner friction from, and the frustration at my denial begins to burgeon as well as the pain and excitement. Now I am a writhing tangle, but my mind is full of shameful arousal, rather than the pain. I barely even register the strikes as they land, and when I do they only goad me, taunting with a pleasure which I am currently unable to find.

Ever intuitive, my Viking recognises the shift in my body. He has, after all, been the only man to ever instigate such wild and disgraceful impulses in me. There is a thud, which my mind attributes to the lash falling south, and then his hands are back on me again, roaming and exploring the length of my body.

“Well done, my sweeting,” he purrs into my right ear. “After all of your concern, you not only survived my lash, but you did yourself credit.”

The guttural sound which leaves my lips is met by a chortle from Anders, and his hands rise north, capturing my face and drawing it around to meet his eye. Just as soon as our gazes connect, his mouth descends, claiming me in a hard and frenzied way. I open for him, the moisture at the apex of my thighs increasing as his tongue penetrates my mouth over and over again. By the time he draws away, I am quite literally panting for him.

“Now I am going to love you,” he tells me, his tone unrelenting. “First, I am going to give you the pleasure you so desperately seek, and deserve, and then I shall claim you once more.”

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The passion and the punishment… #WIPitup

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It’s a hump day, Valentine’s! What could be more perfect? Time for a decent spanking, surely? This one comes from my Viking sequel, which I’m currently editing, and we join my protagonists in the middle of a powerful scene…

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“Good,” he purrs, rubbing the orbs of my ass with his large palm. “Five more lashes, Aurelie,” he pronounces, “and these will be to your wet sex directly.”

I groan aloud, my only acknowledgement of his verdict before the leather comes crashing down against my exposed lips. The agony is intense and exquisite, shooting through me fast and hard, leaving me ragged with passion. “My Lofðungr, please,” I beg, although I have no idea what my plea concerns.

“That is number one,” he remarks, his voice full of unrestrained glee. “Count the remaining strokes for me.”

“Yes, My Lofðungr,” I gasp, already braced for the next.

It comes soon afterwards, striping my core with heat. “Two,” I breathe, trying to catch my breath as the pain gives way to my simmering, wet desire.

“Good, little sweeting,” he muses, as he lands the next stroke. This is hard and elicits a low, guttural sound from my mouth, and yet still the burgeoning arousal in me grows, pushing the pain to the periphery.

“Three, My Lofðungr,” I count, garnering my control from the excitement. This is the tipping point, the moment when the pleasure begins to outstrip the pain, and I bury my face into the cool covers as my body acknowledges it.

The fourth strike hits my throbbing sex, and this time my hips are pushed back waiting for it. The pain does register, but already it is being manipulated into something sweeter. My core is dripping with need at the intensity, and is testament to how I feel about Anders’ punishment. I mark the number of the stroke, ready at once for the next – and final – swat. As it lands I want to call out in triumph. Not only have I endured his pronounced sentence, but I have learned to enjoy it.

“Five,” I say, fighting to control my fervour.

I hear the sound of the lash hitting the bed beyond us, and the sensation as Anders’ fingers dip into my wetness.

“Oh, my love,” he murmurs as the extent of my arousal becomes evident to him for the first time. “How you love my lash!”

“Yes,” I reply, gasping as he slides two of his large fingers inside me, filling and withdrawing from me in their own sweet, rhythmic way.

“What do you need now, my wilful little girl?” The powerful Viking beneath me shifts, cupping my punished bottom with one hand as he pleasures me with the other.

I moan into the covers, pushing myself onto his digits. “You,” I pant. “I need you, My Lofðungr.”

The sound of his chuckle washes over me again. “I disagree, Aurelie,” he purrs.

His response is unexpected, and I twist my face back to see him. Our eyes connect, his expression thick with sin. “First you must be pleasured to climax, and only once you have found heaven in the indulgence I offer, will I take you.”

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The Viking’s attention… #SatSpanks

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It’s finally the weekend, and with it comes the joy of #SatSpanks! I’m now fully immersed in my Viking edits, so today I’m thrilled to offer you more naughty delights from the book.

In this scene, we join Aurelie, once again at the mercy of her dominant Viking’s attentions…

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His hands are on me, his hot flesh skimming over my cooler skin. I’m aware of one hand coming to rest at my shoulders, and the other sweeping down past the small of my back to the vulnerable, exposed orbs of my bottom.
“How I have missed you these last days, Aurelie,” he purrs from over me.
I open my mouth to respond, but all at once that hand is gone, replaced by a hard swat to my backside. The sting is immediate, warming the area, before his palm lands the second strike.
“These long days journeying home, and your impeccable behaviour has meant I have been remiss in my duties to redden your delicious bottom.” His voice has taken on a compelling sing-song quality, and I am almost lost in it, until the next swat lands. This one is much harder, and produces a small yelp from me. “You must accept my apology for that,” he says, breathlessly. “Know that now I am back in Lundborg, I will dedicate myself to giving you the attention you deserve.”
Three further strikes land in fast succession, creating a dull ache from behind me. My hips roll forward, an unfortunate, but inevitable consequence Anders’ spankings seem to produce in me.
“Yes, my sweeting,” he says, his voice vibrating over me. “You need this too, do you not?”
I moan at the next impact, taking a moment to absorb the pain before I answer him. “Yes, My Lofðungr,” I groan, feeling the moisture pooling between my thighs already. Whatever it is about being taken in hand by a powerful man, Anders has it in good measure. Somehow, only the sound of his voice can leave me wanting, let alone what he can do with the palm of his hand. 

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The then and now… #WIPItUp

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It’s midweek, and #WIPItUp time! With Goldie’s Surrender just about to release, my attention is turning back to my naughty Vikings. In this scene, we find Anders and Aurelie reminiscing about where their romance first blossomed…

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The feast commences, and we are offered plate after plate of meats and breads, plus other local delicacies. I do not have much of an appetite, but I manage a little and join the men in a glass of deep red wine. I glance around me as the meal continues, taking in the sights and scents of the scene. I am reminded of the merriment which had taken place in the Viking camp when I was little more than Anders’ latest conquest. Then, after my public punishment, and humiliation, he had ordered his men to bind me naked at his feet whilst he gorged himself with his men. I shift in my seat at the memory, rightly disgusted at my past treatment, and yet, also undeniably aroused at the thought of it.

I have never understood my body’s response to Anders’ alpha male display of authority, and yet even now the recollection of my degradation at his hands makes me hot and wet. I inhale deeply, trying to calm myself, and as though he can read my mind, he leans into my right ear.

“What is it, my love?” he murmurs as he chews on a hunk of freshly baked bread. “You seem agitated – are you well?”

I can already feel the heat of the blush which engulfs my face at his query, and his eyes widen in acknowledgement. “I was only thinking of the last feast we attended together,” I whisper. “At your camp outside Donrose. Do you recall?”

His smile is salacious at he answers me. “I do,” he purrs, eyeing my flaming cheeks. “As I remember, you were in bondage at my feet, My Lady?” His brow cocks at the suggestion, and heat gathers at my core.

“Yes, “I murmur, barely able to take a breath. “I was…”

His grin widens. “And now you are here at my side, Aurelie. Which do you prefer, I wonder?”

I lower my eyes at the intensity of the question, swallowing back my embarrassment before I can answer. “I much prefer my place here,” I whisper. “Though I do miss the bondage, My Lofðungr, and your discipline.”

My blush increases at the admission, and he chuckles at my honesty. “Those issues can easily be rectified, my sweeting,” he replies, lifting my right hand and kissing my knuckles. His hot breath dances over my flesh, and I find I am panting in response, quite unable to answer him.

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The Viking lash – #SatSpanks

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It’s finally the weekend, and time for Saturday spanks! 😉 This scorching snippet is from the sequel to The Viking’s Conquest, which will be available soon!

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The swish of the lash reaches my ears before its soft leather tresses caress my skin. I arch in to the impact, my body yielding to the intensity as the pain washes over me. My mind free-falls as he swings the leather at me again, my skin coming to life with each of its agonising kisses.
“Do you need this, my sweeting?” Anders’ voice vibrates next to me.
“Oh yes, My Lofðungr,” I reply, breathlessly. “I have missed you.”
All at once he appears at my side, his breath hot against my cheek as he gazes at me. “Missed me?” Anders repeats. “Why, Aurelie, it has only been a couple of days since I last punished you?”
I bite my lip, but am unable to stop my hips from rolling forward in response to my Viking’s words. “I know,” I whisper, lowering my eyes as I answer him. “Yet I find that I need your discipline more and more, My Lofðungr?”
He grins at me, snaking his hands around my back and drawing my bound body forward. My arms strain against the binds, but my torso moves as he commands, my beading nipples grazing his naked chest as they make contact with him. “My, my, Aurelie,” he growls. “You are so exquisite.”

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Return of the Viking… #WIPitup

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We’re galloping through the week, and it’s time for the #WIPitup blog hop again. 🙂 I am currently penning the sequel to my #1 bestselling Viking romance, The Viking’s Conquest, and I’m racing towards the end! As per usual, Princess Aurelie’s fate seems  dark, and intrinsically linked to the destiny of her Viking masters. In this snippet, things are about to get even more grave…

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Standing before the horse, he pauses, whispering to me in a gravelly voice. “We need to mount now, and quietly. Either you can be a good girl and cooperate, or I can flip you over her back and ride with you bound like a sack of herring.” He pauses, the weight of his stare evident to me even in the darkness. “Which would you prefer?”

Blinking at him wildly, I complain through the material shoved into my mouth. I have no intention of getting on his horse, and going anywhere with him. The idea of being Magnus’ prisoner makes me sick to my stomach. I know precisely what he will have in mind. He will want to master me in all the ways which Anders has done. I draw in a breath, recalling the way his eyes had lit up when I’d been Anders’ captive before. He had wanted to use and abuse me then, and he’ll see that he does so now. Without Anders here to tame his proclivities, I am done for…
“Too late,” he sneers, his tone gleeful. “Looks as though I get to decide, and I am in no mood to accommodate you.”
I flinch at his words, and a split second later he grabs me, picking me up around the middle and throwing me over the mare’s back. I screech into the gag, the shock of the movement, coupled with the pain in the wrist, and my undignified position making the guttural noise come from me. Magnus mounts the horse a moment later, his movement evident even from my place. He wastes no time, and pulls the back of my gown north over my back, the fabric covering my bound wrists.
“I told you to be quiet!” He hisses, as he smacks my exposed behind three times. The swats are hard, and I yelp again, producing a fourth strike from the Viking next to me. “I will tan this pretty backside every time you make a sound,” he growls from over me. “So, if you want to be able to sit down again, I’d suggest silence.”

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The price of defiance – #Satspanks

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This Saturday I am sharing a sexy spanking snippet from my new Viking romance (the follow up to The Viking’s Conquest!) In this scene, Aurelie discovers what happens when she deliberately disobeys Anders (you’d think she would have figured this out by now, but anyway…)

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I see him smile, and his face descends to my nape. His hot lips press into my neck, caressing the sensitive flesh there, and an unconscious moan escapes my mouth at the heady sensation. And then he is gone, the heat and weight of his body disappearing as quickly as it arrived.

“It is time,” he says, his tone lower than before. “We begin with ten lashes, and we shall see how you fare.”

I nod, trying to muster my mettle from wherever it is hiding. “Yes, My Lofðungr,” I reply, my tone breathy.

The subtle noise the lash creates as it slices through the air is the only warning I receive, and seconds later the cruel impact of the thing lands against my exposed behind. The sound as it lands is loud, cracking through the air like a canon and making my feet leave the rug below them even before the pain registers. The sting is next, and the hurt is intense. In the post-climatic haze of our love-making the last time Anders had used the lash on me, I had quite forgotten just how much the thing hurts, and now I remember it all.

“Ouch!” I call out, unable to contain the burn of the lash.

“Does my lash sting, my sweeting?” he asks, coolly.

I still at his tone, indignation flaring in me, the force of which takes me by surprise. The inner battle between my pride and my contrition as intense as it always was. “Yes,” I snap. “Yes, it does.”

The implement is in the air again and this time it lands against the other side of my bottom, making me jump again as my fists grip tightly to the bed post before me.

“Good,” he muses aloud. “I am pleased to hear it. Whilst you think on the pain, consider also why you come to find yourself in this predicament in the first place.”

He lands the third strike then, catching me off guard, and I draw in a breath. All of my stoicism abandons me at this moment, and tears begin to burn in my eyes.

“Tell me, Aurelie.” His voice is so stern. “Why are you being punished this way?”

The flames at my ass are sear into me with such intensity that I have to take another deep breath before I can even answer him. “I was dis…obedient,” I begin, “and disrespectful.”

I brace myself, waiting for the next strike, but instead I hear his words.

“Go on,” he coaxes. “Why the lash? Why do you deserve the lash?”

I sigh, dropping my head between my outstretched arms as the first large teardrop falls past my nose. “I put myself in danger, My Lofðungr,” I answer him, miserably.

“Yes, you did,” he replies, and all at once the lash cracks against my skin again, making me cry out. “You are my everything,” he hisses from behind me, the angst evident to hear even in his voice. “I cannot lose you, Aurelie. Not. Ever.”

He punctuates the final words with two new strikes to my punished cheeks, and the momentum of them takes my breath away. I let out a low sob, allowing the tears to come now and not caring who hears me.

“Four more, Aurelie,” he tells me, and his tone has softened.

I nod, sniffing back my self-pity as I reply. “Yes, My Lofðungr,” I tell him without lifting my head.

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