Viking passion… #WIPitUp #BDSM #spanking

#WIPItUp

 

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.

***

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.”

***

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.

The Viking's Conquest SR Nomination

Don’t forget to check out the rest of the blogs at this week’s #WIPItUp hop!

 

wipitup


 

Join my readers group, Fierce AF for fun, giveaways and ARC opportunities!

FAF Banner.jpg

 

The passion and the punishment… #WIPitup

#WIPitup

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…

***

“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.”

***

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

The Viking's Conquest SR Nomination
The Viking’s Conquest cover image.

Join the rest of the #WIPItUp blog hop this week, and heat up your Valentine’s day!

 https://www.linkytools.com/thumbnail_linky_include.aspx?id=283515


 

Sign up to my mailing list and grab a FREE BDSM short tale!

https://www.subscribepage.com/FelicityBrandon 

cropped-garywalker-felicity-banner1.jpg

Do as you’ve been told… #WIPitup

#WIPitup

It’s mid-week, and it’s time to #WIPitup! In the aftermath of my big new release celebrations, I’m pleased to offer a sneak peek at something entirely new…

***

I swear he moves so fast that I can barely catch my breath before he’s right here with me, his clothed body pressing up against my nudity. “You’ve been warned, young lady,” he says. “You told me you want to yield, and whatever Delaney has to say, it begins right here and right now, Madelaine.”
“Y-yes sir,” I splutter in response. I don’t know what else to say, something about his show of authority has sucked the air from me.
He lowers his face into mine, his arms snaking behind me. One holds me in place at the waist, whilst the other clutches the orbs of my bottom. “Let me explain this to you, and I’m going to make it really simple for you, Madelaine.”
I pant up at his hard gaze, speechless for possibly the first time in my whole life.
“When I give you an order, it’s not your job to argue with me, to protest, or even to query it. It’s your job to comply. You do as you’ve been told.” His voice is so low now that the resonance vibrates down my body. “Is that clear, Madelaine?”

***

I’m forty-five thousand words into this new book, so watch this space

for more hot details!

Check out the rest of the blogs at the #WIPitup hop this week.

https://www.linkytools.com/thumbnail_linky_include.aspx?id=283514


Grab Taming Lady Lydia, plus dozens of other amazing books for FREE in this awesome Valentine’s giveaway!

Banner 1

 

The then and now… #WIPItUp

#WIPItUp

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…

***

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.

***. 

Anders and Aurelie will return later in 2018 – watch this space for more news and hot snippets!

wipitup

Don’t forget to check out the other great blogs in this week’s blog hop.

 https://www.linkytools.com/thumbnail_linky_include.aspx?id=282892


Join me this Saturday, 3rd February to celebrate the release of Goldie’s Surrender, at my readers group, Fierce AF!

They’ll be over $20 worth of prizes on offer, including gift cards and e-books, so come along and play (2-4 EST/ 7-9 GMT).

If you’re not already a member, then join us here!

Goldie party.png

 

A time for transitions – #WIPItUp

#WIPItUp

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…

***

“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.

***

Join the other awesome blogs in this week’s #WIPItUp blog hop, and stay up-to-date with all of your favourite authors!

 https://www.linkytools.com/thumbnail_linky_include.aspx?id=282891

wipitup

Join my Facebook readers group, Fierce AF for

exclusive news, snippets from my writing, and giveaways!

Winter

Meet the intruder… #WIPItUp

#WIPItUp

It’s hump day, and it’s time for a new excerpt from my forthcoming erotic fairy tale based on the new adventures of Miss Goldie Locks… In this scene, Goldie lays eyes on two of her three handsome bear-men for the very first time!

***

“Settle down, girl!” he says, his tone unwavering as he holds me in place.

“I am no girl!” I screech, bringing my right fist smashing down against his torso. I had meant to target his chest, and yet he’s so tall that I barely even reach it.

He grabs the offending wrist in a heartbeat, looking down at me with a smile. “My, my, you are quite the unruly imp, aren’t you?”

I shriek in defiance, stamping my foot down on the floorboards below me.

“Settle down, or I will be forced to make you settle…” His warning is soft, but I recognise the threat nonetheless.

“Y- you… You can’t!” I stammer.

“I can,” comes the reply. “This is my house, and my rules are the law here. You came without permission, and took what you wanted without consideration. Now, tell me, who are you?” His tone is so low, that it’s almost a growl and for one long moment, I look up into his face. I am utterly terrified, but refuse to let this brute see it.

“I will not!” I snap, ceasing to struggle in his large hands, but turning my face away from his insistent gaze.

“Good grief, Logan!” A voice from the doorway sends my heart spiralling back into a frenzy once more. “It seems our little burglar is quite the petulant one!”

I twist to my right, seeing yet another giant looming over me. This one doesn’t seem quite as tall as the one who still holds me steadfast in his hands, and his blond locks are quite in contrast to the first.

“She is indeed!” comes the hearty response of the dark-haired one. What had he called him? Logan? “Quite the high-spirited, girl!”

“I am not a girl,” I cry again. “I’m a rich, smart woman, and I will be missed!”

I blink at them both for a second, cursing the note I’d left for Harry. He’ll think I’m sunning myself in California by now. He won’t even be worrying about my absence.

The blond one moves in behind me, and although he stops just short of touching me, I can’t help but gasp at the sudden and close proximity. Now they both tower over me. I am completely helpless, and although I know it, the thought makes me wild with resentment.

“You are an intruder in this cottage.” It’s the blond one talking again, yet I cannot bring myself to turn and look upon him. “Nothing more, and nothing less. Whoever you are, you should be thoroughly punished for your deeds.”

Punished? PUNISHED? The rage in me contracts, tightening until I can barely take a breath. “You shall do no such thing!” I spit at the dark-haired one. “No one has ever punished me!”

“Then,” says Logan, his tone quiet and contemplative. “Perhaps someone should have…”

***

Oh, Goldie is in so much trouble! But, the good news is, she’s going to have lots of fun as well… 😉

Sign up to my newsletter to hear more NSFW snippets from my new releases! You’ll also receive links for a FREE BDSM short story!

If you want to be amongst the first to hear about my writing, then join my readers group, Fierce AF at Facebook!

ARC’s for Goldie are COMING SOON!

Winter

Don’t forget to join the rest of the #WIPItUp blog hop this week for more sizzling WIP’s!

https://www.linkytools.com/thumbnail_linky_include.aspx?id=282890

wipitup

A regal snippet… #WIPItUp

#WIPItUp

cropped-garywalker-felicity-banner1.jpg

It’s hump day, and for me this week is all about editing. One short story for a secret project is complete, and I’m now ploughing into my final Goldie edits. For my #WIPItUp post, I’m excited to bring you a snippet from my secret short, and this one has a truly regal feel…

***

He has a classically handsome look about him, his large dancing eyes, and strong jaw accentuated by the dark curls which frame his face. His gaze is hot and compelling, and right now all of its intensity is directed right at me.

“You are most welcome here in my court, Lady Jane,” he purrs, his eyes devouring the cut of my bodice, and rising north over my throat and mouth.

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” I whisper, my words barely audible over the sound of my racing heart.

He smiles, the sort of expression which could melt through the bitter English snow. “I hope I’ll be seeing a lot more of you in the coming weeks.”

I risk a glance at him, and for just the briefest moment our eyes lock. He smoulders at me, those large brown eyes conveying the message he wants to deliver. And I hear it.

Every. Single. Word.

***

There’ll be more news on these exciting releases soon. In the meantime, join my readers group, Fierce AF to stay up to date!

Winter

Check out the rest of the #WIPItUp blog hop this week

https://www.linkytools.com/thumbnail_linky_include.aspx?id=282889

wipitup