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#SatSpanks
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.
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It’s Saturday, and my Viking duet is now complete!
The Viking’s Possession is live,
and today I’m sharing another hot snippet from the new book.
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“How is my captive now?” His tone is deep and intimidating, and the resonance sends a flood of moisture rushing from my core.
“A little afraid, my Lofðungr,” I admit, watching as he strips his doublet from his torso, revealing his strong arms and chest.
His eyes narrow slightly, but he does not pass comment. Instead, he pauses, watching me in silence for a moment, seemingly deep in thought. At length, he moves to a large trunk in place against a far wall, lifting the substantial lid, and identifying something he desires from its contents. He swoops, collecting it, and his gaze is back on me at once, searing into my flesh. “Why afraid?” he asks, stepping back toward me.
Trapped in the confines of his bedcovers, I eye the implement in his hands with trepidation. It’s a lash, much like the one he has used on me before, and memories of those times flood my brain, my mouth drying in an instant. “My Lofðungr, please,” I say, the plea out before I even have time to think. “Do I really deserve such a penance?”
He reaches the opposite edge of the bed, smiling. “Is it for you to decide how your punishment is delivered?”
I shake my head, fear and arousal combining to make me feel giddy. “No, my Lofðungr,” I whisper.
He drops to the covers below, his weight reverberating up the length of the bed to where I sit, curled into something of a ball. “You have no reason to fear me, Aurelie,” he smiles. “After everything which has transpired between us, do you really think I could cause you any real harm?”
I blink away the tears that have collected in my eyes, once more shaking my head at his question. “No,” I sniff, watching him as he slides further up the bed toward me. “But please remember, my Lofðungr, you hold all of the cards here. These are your chambers, your town—your people. I am but a foreigner here—an alien—your most recent conquest.”
His tongue darts from his mouth, licking his lower lip in an unconscious way. “Au-re-lie,” he murmurs in that way that makes me belly clench and my sex yearn for him. “You know me better than this now, no?” He poses it as a question, yet gives me no time to respond. “I do not bring women back to my castle—not ever—not until you.”
There is silence for a moment as I absorb his words.
“I have done a great many things which I am not proud of,” he continues. “I have humiliated and treated you unfairly…” Here he pauses, his gaze intense as we both recall the deeds to which he refers. My face begins to flame at the memory of the things that have transpired between us. “I am a devil, Aurelie. I do not deny it. Yet you saved me, my sweeting, and so now, what am I?”
I draw in a deep breath, hypnotised by his performance. “You are the prince?” I offer in a tiny voice. “You always were.”
He smiles, dismissing my answer with a small shake of his blond hair. “A prince perhaps,” he concedes, “but much more than that, Aurelie. Now I am your devil—all yours—and you are mine.”
My heart is slamming against my chest as he crawls toward me, the black implement still clutched in his left hand. He rips the covers from my chest, exposing my breasts to the cool air once more, before straddling me with his formidable legs.
“You need not worry about my intention, or what you deserve,” he laughs softly. “I want all of your attention on me, right here, right now, do you understand?”
I nod, panting as he lowers his body over me. As he supports himself on his elbows, his lips brush over my mouth, his beard grazing me as he delivers soft caresses, before claiming my lips again. He finds me open and pliant, my mouth yielding for his sweet possession. It’s the most natural sensation in the world, and somehow the power of his kiss gives me strength. I am not afraid. I have come this far—and I do trust him.
***
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New Release!
With only three days to go, this is it!
Here’s the new cover for The Viking’s Possession.
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.
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It’s another #sinfulSunday, and today I’m thrilled to be able to bring you the second part of my tantalising cover reveal…
Oooh! I’m so close to the full reveal. Stay tuned for the big moment over the next few days. If you missed it, then here’s the book’s blurb:
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.
Need more of the hot stuff? Check out this sizzling little excerpt…
***
“How is my captive now?” His tone is deep and intimidating, and the resonance sends a flood of moisture rushing from my core.
“A little afraid, my Lofðungr,” I admit, watching as he strips his doublet from his torso, revealing his strong arms and chest.
His eyes narrow slightly, but he does not pass comment. Instead, he pauses, watching me in silence for a moment, seemingly deep in thought. At length, he moves to a large trunk in place against a far wall, lifting the substantial lid, and identifying something he desires from its contents. He swoops, collecting it, and his gaze is back on me at once, searing into my flesh. “Why afraid?” he asks, stepping back toward me.
Trapped in the confines of his bedcovers, I eye the implement in his hands with trepidation. It’s a lash, much like the one he has used on me before, and memories of those times flood my brain, my mouth drying in an instant. “My Lofðungr, please,” I say, the plea out before I even have time to think. “Do I really deserve such a penance?”
He reaches the opposite edge of the bed, smiling. “Is it for you to decide how your punishment is delivered?”
I shake my head, fear and arousal combining to make me feel giddy. “No, my Lofðungr,” I whisper.
He drops to the covers below, his weight reverberating up the length of the bed to where I sit, curled into something of a ball. “You have no reason to fear me, Aurelie,” he smiles. “After everything which has transpired between us, do you really think I could cause you any real harm?”
I blink away the tears that have collected in my eyes, once more shaking my head at his question. “No,” I sniff, watching him as he slides further up the bed toward me. “But please remember, my Lofðungr, you hold all of the cards here. These are your chambers, your town—your people. I am but a foreigner here—an alien—your most recent conquest.”
His tongue darts from his mouth, licking his lower lip in an unconscious way. “Au-re-lie,” he murmurs in that way that makes me belly clench and my sex yearn for him. “You know me better than this now, no?” He poses it as a question, yet gives me no time to respond. “I do not bring women back to my castle—not ever—not until you.”
There is silence for a moment as I absorb his words.
“I have done a great many things which I am not proud of,” he continues. “I have humiliated and treated you unfairly…” Here he pauses, his gaze intense as we both recall the deeds to which he refers. My face
begins to flame at the memory of the things that have transpired between us. “I am a devil, Aurelie. I do not deny it. Yet you saved me, my sweeting, and so now, what am I?”
I draw in a deep breath, hypnotised by his performance. “You are the prince?” I offer in a tiny voice. “You always were.”
He smiles, dismissing my answer with a small shake of his blond hair. “A prince perhaps,” he concedes, “but much more than that, Aurelie. Now I am your devil—all yours—and you are mine.”
My heart is slamming against my chest as he crawls toward me, the black implement still clutched in his left hand. He rips the covers from my chest, exposing my breasts to the cool air once more, before straddling me with his formidable legs.
“You need not worry about my intention, or what you deserve,” he laughs softly. “I want all of your attention on me, right here, right now, do you understand?”
I nod, panting as he lowers his body over me. As he supports himself on his elbows, his lips brush over my mouth, his beard grazing me as he delivers soft caresses, before claiming my lips again. He finds me open and pliant, my mouth yielding for his sweet possession. It’s the most natural sensation in the world, and somehow the power of his kiss gives me strength. I am not afraid. I have come this far—and I do trust him.
***
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#SatSpanks
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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Cover Reveal.
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?”
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