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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If you need more Viking passion in your life, then read the first instalment of Anders and Aurelie’s dark romance in, The Viking’s Conquest.

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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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If you’ve not already met Anders and Aurelie, then read the beginning of their journey in, The Viking’s Conquest.

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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. 

© Felicity Brandon, 2018.

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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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A time for transitions – #WIPItUp

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It’s the middle of the week again, and I am knee-deep in my Vikings!  I have Vikings on my mind, they’re on my screen, and at my finger-tips. Hell, I’m even dreaming about Vikings right now! 😉 Anders and Aurelie will return again in 2018, but this time there are a host of new obstacles for them to overcome. This snippet sees a fresh dynamic in their relationship, but only time will tell if their love is strong enough to overcome the hurdles fate has thrown in their way…

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“Aurelie.” The King’s voice is serious, and his hand moves to my wrist, pulling me closer. “Take care of my boy.” He squeezes my flesh as best he can, his muscles weakening as his fingers fall to my digits.

“I will, My Lofðungr,” I reply, my own eyes pricking with tears. After everything, I have come to love him in my own way. He has been nothing but kind and supportive since I arrived in Lundborg – a friend to me, and an advocate. “I vow I will always take care of him.”

The King pulls his lips into a painful smile. “I know you will, my dear,” he murmurs, the weight of whatever ails him clearly growing. “And you Anders,” he twists his head as best he can towards his son. “Remember what I have told you. Be a wise and fair ruler, and a considerate husband. She is a beautiful lady. Discipline her when you must, but Anders, promise me you will always love her.”

I glance to my husband, watching his handsome face conflicted with the turmoil. A part of him inside is dying along with his father, yet he knows what responsibility lies ahead, and that he must face it like a Viking. And that means head on, and without fear.

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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.”

© Felicity Brandon, 2018.

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Viking’s folly #SatSpanks

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It’s the final #SaturdaySpanks of 2017, and I’m concluding with a sensual punishment scene from the follow-up to The Viking’s Conquest.

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His hand lands upon the curve of my sitting spot, but there is no force in the deed. Instead, it explores me lightly, trailing over my orbs and running a line to my lower back. “Then it is my responsibility to tame you, to control you,” he says. “And you know, I think, just how seriously I take my responsibilities?”
I nod from over his lap, biting my lip to suppress the glee in my voice. “Aye, My Lofðungr,” I reply.
“Hmmm,” he says, the large palm at my ass stilling. “Did you truly refuse the King’s guard last night?”
I tense at the question, but nod into the bedding. “Yes,” I whisper. “It is true.”
“It was folly,” he tells me. “And I am going to punish you now for your own foolhardiness. I mean to ensure that you never help to endanger your life again, Aurelie, because you, my love, are just too damn precious to me.” His voice cracks at the final statement, and I want to offer him comfort, but his hand has already shifted, and the full weight of it comes crashing down upon my bare behind.

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