Bound, Whipped, and Taken to Completion~ WIP It Up Wednesday

It's WIP It Up Wednesday!! I'm signing up late, but I am still proud of myself that I remembered. I spent my day writing away on this one, so I figured I may as well share!

I'm picking up where I left off last week, so if you want to read the beginning of my first chapter for my upcoming release Bound you should read last week's post and then today's.

Melissa has woken up her Dom boyfriend, Martin, and coaxed into a little action in the middle of the night. (You might recognize these two if you read my previous releases Mastered and Cherished.)

“Hands,” he barked.

Melissa stretched her arms over her head and wrapped her hands around the wrought iron headboard. Martin secured her wrists in the handcuffs that permanently hung there. Something was already slipping into place, making her feel calm and he’d barely touched her. She was already nude, having shucked her clothes before attempting to seduce him. He rose from the bed, just a pair of boxer briefs clinging to his body.

Martin opened the closet door and rustled around before coming back to her. “Up.” He motioned for her to lift her legs in the air as he doubled over his belt.

She barely held back a groan. He could have at least left her hands free if he was going to force her to hold her legs up. But she had asked for this, beggars couldn’t be choosers. She promised herself she’d skip yoga in the morning, her core would be getting a workout tonight.

“Keep them up, or you’ll get extra,” he warned.

Bastard. He already knew she’d never be able to keep them raised the whole time. He did this on purpose. She wanted to call him names, but at the same time liquid gushed between her thighs. He knew exactly what she needed. And that was the very thing that was keeping her awake. “Yes, Master,” she murmured, when he seemed to be waiting for a response.

His lips tilted up in the slightest of smirks, then he raised the belt and cracked it down across her ass.

Fire. Fire lit up her skin. She forgot to breathe. She barely could anyway with the angle her legs were in. The belt cracked again and she let out a shriek, her breath whooshing from her body as the second line of fire burned across her ass. The third one came quickly and she bucked her hips. Pulling on the restraints and twisting to the side. She rested on one hip and thrashed, the edges of the cuffs biting into her skin.

“Up.” Martin sat back on his heels, waiting patiently with the belt in his hand for her to get back in position.

It took another few seconds, forcing air in and out of her lungs before she rolled back and raised her legs again.

“What do you say?” He raised an eyebrow at her and waited.

It was their signal. He was asking her what she wanted to do. If she told him to stop now, he would—no questions asked. “More, please.”

He pushed her legs back further, wrapping his hand around the back of one knee. The stretch was uncomfortable, but his hand there meant she couldn’t move again, she felt grateful for it. “Three more, those you were already getting,” he explained. “Then the extra.”

“Thank you, Master.” She bit her lip as he swung the belt at full force. It jarred her, pushing her up the mattress despite his hold on her. 

He swung again. 

Her ass felt like one big, giant welt. A throbbing mass of pain. It shot right to her core.

Two more in quick succession and she hissed a curse out between her teeth.

“Almost done,” Martin assured her as he rubbed the leather over her abraded skin. He lifted the belt, adjusted his aim, and then swung.

She bucked her hips and pushed against him with her legs when the belt smacked her upper thighs. “Wait!” she yelled.

He lashed her again, in the same exact spot, not heeding her cry. But then he threw the belt to the floor.

She heaved out a sigh as he lowered her legs. 

“Open up, buttercup.” He winked at her as he shoved his underwear down his hips.

Sliding her thighs apart, she invited him in. Silently, she begged for him to take her fast and hard. But she would make no more requests. Her ass throbbed beneath her and her wrists felt chafed from pulling at the cuffs.

Martin settled between her thighs and slid into her. 

She gasped as he stilled and allowed her to adjust around him. Tilting her hips up, she gave him a silent signal to continue. She was ready, she needed everything he gave her. 

He pounded into her at a punishing speed. She wrapped her legs around him and dug her heels into his ass. Their bodies smacked together, filling the bedroom with sounds of sex. Her pussy clenched, her walls clamping down around him. “I’m coming,” she warned.

“Yes, come for me, beautiful. Fucking come.”

She felt his cock thicken as her body convulsed. Her muscles tensed, as if trying to suck him up inside of her.

Martin groaned and his hot seed spurted into her. 

She arched her back, inviting him to thrust deeper as she crashed down in a haze of pleasure. Unwinding her legs from his body, her head fell back against the pillows. Her eyes fell shut. She felt him around her. Sliding himself out. Uncuffing her wrists. Massaging her arms. All before he tucked her against his body and she finally fell into a dreamless sleep, free of thoughts and crippling doubt. He was the only one who could make her mind go quiet. She just didn’t want to admit she needed him.  

Definitely better than a warm glass of milk, right?

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Master Ethan Gives a Spanking~ Saturday Spankings

Welcome back to Saturday Spankings! I have a new release this fine Saturday, it's still hot off the virtual presses. Cherished is a BDSM romance with lots of kink and a lot of heart!

Serena is finding out just how serious her new Dom/boyfriend, Ethan, can be. Apparently he doesn't appreciate bargaining.

“I will respect myself.” He yanked her jeans and her tiny little thong down in one action. “And Master Ethan,” he added, giving her a smirk.

She shot him a dirty look and he smacked her butt with his hand.

“Make sure you don’t lose count either. Six.”

“Four?” she asked, a whine in her voice.

“Okay, ten.”

“No, no. Six!”

Serena's landed herself the perfect man. He's wealthy, powerful, and an unrelenting Dom. Everything a smart girl with a penchant for kink could want. But a year into their relationship and she's doubting what they really have together. When she confronts him, she's devastated to discover she had the wrong idea from the beginning. 

Ethan is back in town to help out his friend manage his BDSM club. The short respite from his life across the country is just the break he needed. But when his troubles end up following him, things become even more complicated than before.

When Serena and Ethan meet, it isn't perfect timing. Serena finds it hard to trust again, but then Ethan shows her what it's like to be cherished. Can they let go of their baggage long enough to find real happiness? Or will their complicated past relationships catch up with them?

On sale now at Amazon

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A to Z Challenge~ A Derby Wife (Every Girl Should Have One)

Welcome to letter D of the Spanking from A-Z blog challenge, hosted by Celeste Jones and Spanking Romance Reviews. 

Today I have a special treat! I have a little piece of erotic fiction, not written by me, but by my Derby Wife.

What is a Derby Wife you may ask? It's this great little intricacy of Roller Derby culture. You end up getting to be really tight with your teammates, derby is a very physical sport and you get up close and personal in a short amount of time. There is no room to be shy.

I found this great definition on Urban Dictionary and I don't think I could explain it any better myself.

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Derby+wife

Mine is pretty awesome. We both started in our league on the same day and we have been inseparable ever since. She actually missed practice the night I broke my ankle and once she assessed that I was okay, aside from being broken, her follow up question was "Who do I need to take out?" That is a Derby Wife, she's got my back.

She's one of my only real life friends who knows about my pen name and the fact that I write erotic romance. She's supportive and asks me all the time how things are going, if I have been writing lately, and she's even expressed interest in trying her hand at it.

We hang out aside from roller derby, our husbands in tow, and we all get along great. Her husband is a great guy which is why I was confused when she first sent me this email.

She set it up by texting me when I was at work, saying she sent me an email. No follow up, that was it. 

The subject line was 'tweaked' and this is what the message read.

So I met this guy through work.  He kind of looks like a cross between a blond Brad Pitt & Chris Hemsworth.  First time we met I felt a MAJOR attraction, but thought it was just me.  I figure he's at least 5 years younger than me and there's no way he would be interested.  Second time we met, I discovered that it wasn't just me. He asked me if I could drop him home after a mandatory meeting last week, so I did.

He invites me in for a beer, I figure I can handle that.  In the kitchen, he starts walking towards me and I back up against the counter, with no where else to go.  Suddenly I realize its hard to breathe.  I'm trying focus on my breathing to slow it down and stop my heart from pounding, but it's like he's sucking the air right out of my lungs.  He leans in, I'm afraid to move.  I'm afraid to even breathe.  I want him so badly that I'm paralyzed.  I know I'm married, so I close my eyes and wait.  I secretly hope that he goes away, because I know I'm weak.  I know I can't resist.  

He leans in closer, his lips ever so lightly brushing my cheek... his body presses into mine and he pushes me against the counter, his lips on my neck and his breath hot on my skin.  His hips hard against me.  I can feel his cock through his pants and I can't remember the last time I was this turned on.  Just when I think my heart might actually stop because I can't take any more excitement, he grabs my waist, lifts me onto the counter and wedges himself between my legs, pushing my skirt all the way up my thighs.  

We totally start making out.  His tongue is in my mouth and I kick off my sandals so I can wrap my legs around his waist.   I can tell that his cock is even bigger than I thought.  Holy Christ! He manages to slide one hand inside my shirt and with the other he grabs my ass as he grinds his hips into me. My hands are all over him, pulling at his clothes, sliding my fingers inside his waistband, running my hands over his backside.  Then he whispers, "first time I saw you I wondered what it would be like to kiss you and stab you."   I thought it was a little odd, but maybe this is how this guy refers to his penis? 

 I pull away from him and mumble "what?"  

He leans in to kiss my neck again and says, "I think I can I keep it under control."   We start making out again, he's kissing my neck and begins to slowly drag his lips down my skin.  I am aroused in places of my body that I didn't even know existed, either that or they've been dormant so long that I forgot I had them.  

Then he steps back and pulls his sweater off over his head.  Part of his t-shirt raises with his sweater and I catch a glimpse of what's underneath.  Oh my.  He pulls his t-shirt down and I am so turned on that I don't even know what to do with myself.  I just stare, my mouth open.  Then he takes it off, slowly.  Oh my!  I inhale sharply.  I'm not sure, but I think I had an orgasm just looking at him.  I'm speechless.  His abs are chiseled and  I don't know if I should take a picture of him (because no one will believe me) or touch him.  Of course I end up touching him, and it's getting really hot.  I'm using muscles I had forgotten about, and these moaning noises are coming out of my mouth that I've never made before.   My body has taken over and I can't control it anymore.   I can't think of anything else other then getting totally naked with this guy and having his cock in my pussy.   

His lips are back on my neck and going lower now.  He starts to unbutton my shirt and his teeth tug on the lace of my bra when he stops cold.  He grabs my left hand hard and holds it up, high over my head.  "What's this?"  he says.  Is he going to tie me up?   I just look at him.  He yanks on my hand harder and pulls it down, in front of my eyes then growls, "I said, what's this?"  I realize he's looking at my ring.  

I tell him I wasn't trying to hide it from him, but I'm married.  That I thought he knew.  He stands back and our bodies separate, I hop off the counter adjusting my clothes. His face has changed, almost looks a little sinister, angry.  I grab my stuff and head for the front door when he tells me he was serious about wanting to kiss me and stab me at the same time.  He looks me dead in the eye and says, "I want the taste of your blood in my mouth."  

He grabs my arm and twists it behind me forcing me against his body.  I'm trying, but I can't move and he's just staring at me, kind of like when Lou Ferrigno changes into the incredible hulk.  He grabs my head with his other hand, pulls it towards him and smells my hair... this creepy, long inhalation.  Then he abruptly let's go, nearly throwing me to the floor and says "you're lucky you're married."  I take off like a shot out the front door, running towards my car in a panic... when I realize my keys are still inside and my phone is locked in the car.   Of all the times I've left my car unlocked, why couldn't this be one of them!!!  I can't go back inside.  I am majorly panicking, running around in circles, looking for people on the road... 

Then I wake up.  No Brad Pitt/Chris Hemsworth type guy at work, no nothing. 

What do you think? Should I pressure her a little harder to write a full length story?

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A First Kiss-- Excerpt from Call Me Yours

The thing about a first kiss is you only get one with somebody. It's like what they say about first impressions, but I think a first impression is more redeemable than a first kiss.

For me, the thing that makes a first kiss so exciting is the build up. I am thankful that I'm married and my dating life is over, but there is something about that sexual tension and lead up to a first kiss with someone you are still getting to know.

My first kiss with my husband was a very long time ago, but I can still remember the butterflies and the sweaty palms. I was also in high school, so pile on some awkwardness and insecurity and it was like a powder keg of emotions.

I remember it clearly. We were in my bedroom at my parent's house watching TV, he started teasing me about something (always with the teasing) and then he started tickling me and I ended up pinned down on the floor below him. I remember having simultaneous thoughts of "Just do it already!" "And ohmygod I have no idea how to kiss!"

It's kind of like thinking back on my first spanking, I can remember the build up and the emotions, but not so much the actual act. So was that first kiss awesome? In reality, probably not, we were fumbling teenagers on the floor of my bedroom. But looking back on it I feel like my memory is shrouded in time stopping, music playing, and fireworks going off in the background.

I drew on those emotions for this first kiss between Caitlin and Simon from my upcoming release Call Me Yours. They are not fumbling teenagers, so their first kiss leads to some hanky panky, and Simon certainly knows what he's doing. The one thing that is true to life-- pizza. My first kiss started with a pizza date and so does this one.

Three pieces of pepperoni pizza later, Caitlin finished off her last beer and slumped against the cushions. "That was good."

Simon smiled at her. "You're a cheap date."

Her eyes shot up to his. Was this a date? But then she realized he was probably kidding.

"I didn't mean you were cheap," he stammered.

She smiled at his slip in demeanor. To think she found him so intimidating, but now he back pedaled, afraid he had offended her. "I didn't think you meant I was cheap," she assured him.

"Good," he said, placing his beer on the coffee table and sliding closer to her on the couch.

"What took you so long?" she teased. Maybe the beer was going to her head, maybe her talk with Amanda had kick started something, but she felt brazen at the moment.

His lips quirked up at the corners, "Were you waiting for something?"

She shrugged her shoulders, her brazen feeling escaping her the longer he kept eye contact.

"Can I kiss you?" he whispered, his mouth already lowering to hers.

She parted her lips to respond just as his mouth took hers, causing her to moan into him.

Simon shifted closer to her, never disconnecting their kiss. He deepened his possession on her mouth, twining his tongue with hers as his hand slid up her thigh.

Her body tingled in the wake of his touch and she cupped her hand around the back of his neck. Her nipples hardened in the cups of her bra, the lace scraping against the sensitive tips. She crushed herself against him and he responded by lifting her onto his lap.

She straddled his hips, her knees digging into the cushions on either side of him. She rocked herself over his denim covered erection and felt his unmistakable length pressing against her.

Simon moaned into her mouth as she continued rocking. He wound one hand in her hair and tugged her head back, disconnecting their kiss, but continuing his own journey kissing down her neck, sucking and nipping as he went. His hand held her in place, gentle pressure on her scalp as he tugged harder. His other hand snaked around her hips and clamped her against him, stilling her movements.

"Keep that up and I'll come in my pants," he murmured against her as he continued his assault down her throat.

She let out a sound, something between a moan and a growl, her movements limited from his strong hands on her body. She could no longer rock her hips, and her head was bent back at an odd angle from his hand in her hair. But instead of being uncomfortable she reveled in his bonds. She didn't have to think about what move to make next. He was making all the moves for her, she just had to sit back and let it happen. Her pussy gushed as his tongue found the dip in her cleavage.

He let go of her hair, but his arm remained tight around her hips. His hand found its way up her shirt, pushing her bra up to toy with her hardened nipple.

She laced both hands behind his head, holding Simon in place as his mouth teased her other nipple through her t-shirt. She pulled back from him, ripping her t-shirt and bra over her head, leaving herself bare to his gaze.

Coming Soon to Amazon on 8/20!

Caitlin comes from a privileged upbringing and has the reputation of being a bratty, spoiled princess. Her father cuts her off financially when she refuses to enter law school. Now she needs to figure out a way to make it on her own, with no help from anyone. When her friend mentions taking on a job as a phone sex operator, Caitlin has her misgivings, but when her rent gets hiked and her bills start piling up she figures she has nothing to lose.

Simon is the boy next door, literally. He's a few years older than the recent college grad and he has no time for immature girls who don't take life seriously-- especially ones full of sass. But when Simon finds Caitlin in a dangerous situation he is not above rescuing her, then scolding her, and threatening her with a spanking.

Despite his old-fashioned ways, Caitlin is head over heels for Simon, and the feeling is mutual. Can she come to terms with Simon's methods for dealing with disobedience? Can Simon curb his high-handed ways enough to not lose the girl he is hopelessly falling in love with?  

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What's In a Name?

I wouldn't call myself a veteran writer. But I do have two books out and a few in the works right now. I feel like this is enough experience for me to bitch about something I find to be the most annoying, awful, impossible, and utterly important thing about writing. Finding a damn title.

I would love to think it doesn't matter. Sometimes I think I genuinely do not care what a book is titled.

If I have read a book by an author and enjoyed it, I will read another. Regardless of title or book cover, sometimes I don't even read the blurb. Oh, it's the latest by so and so? I will pick it up.

There have been times I wished I could just title my books:

Please Read This One It Took Me A Long Time to Write It

Spankings and Sex

A Happy Ending, No Creepy Characters!

It's hard to think up a title that will hook a reader, or at the very least not drive a reader away.

I feel I have become more conscious of this now that I am writing and titling my own books.

Which leads me to a point I think I discovered a week or two ago. A vague title that doesn't really label a book in one way or another is probably better than a completely misdirected title.

Here is what happened-

I read a lot of spanking romances (shocking, I know). I was feeling like reading something with a different flavor. Maybe slightly more BDSM-y. But not weird, dark and creepy. Sometimes I pick up a straight up BDSM book and it has a tendency to scare me rather than make me hot, you know? No fault of the author's, just different tastes for different people.

Anyway, I was feeling a little burnt out on the saccharine/ sweet spanking romances I have been reading by the boat load. Sometimes I like a little bondage, nipple clamps, kidnap scenario or a heavier D/s relationship to go along with the spanking.

I search through the Kindle store and find a book in the BDSM genre, the title did reel me in a bit. Then I read the blurb and some reviews just to make sure it wasn't going to be on the scary side as opposed to the romance side.

I won't say what the actual title of the book was because I don't want to seem like I am calling someone out. The fact is I LOVED the book. I just think it was a terrible title.

For argument's sake let's say it was called The Master's Lair - the title kind of hooked me in, and then I read the blurb and reviews, it sounded like a BDSM heavy romance. I wanted to give it a try!

Based on title here is what I thought I was going to read:
A BDSM romance, where there is a Master, who also has a Lair. And there is a girl that he takes to said lair and lots of kinky shit happens.

Here is what a read:
A really sweet romance between this regular guy, who also happens to be a Dom at a BDSM club. And a woman with a troubled past.

They barely went to the 'lair', there was hardly any kinky shit, the book did not live up to it's to title.

But do you know what? It was a great book! I was annoyed at the title for two reasons.

1. I would never have picked this book up if I wasn't specifically looking for something different. It turned out to be very much the same of what I have been reading, but it was an awesome book all the same.

2. I am afraid that readers who normally read more from the BDSM genre will be annoyed when they read this book and it is not what they expected.

Although, judging by the amount of reviews, and specifically the amount of good reviews, that doesn't seem to be an issue.

It will make me more mindful to not have a misleading title.

Although I don't think it will make choosing titles for future books any easier. In fact it will probably make it a lot harder.

Anyone looking forward to my upcoming release Blood, Sweat, and Tears: the Extended Version?

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Mac's Winter Spanking

    

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     Luke let himself into the apartment. It was flooded with light and sound, but that was normal now that he lived with Mac. She seemed to switch on everything in one room and then exit to the next without turning anything off. The television was on in the living room, along with all of the lights. He could hear music playing in the kitchen and the sounds of her talking on the phone. She was cooking, he paused to sniff, no, she was burning something. He didn't care, he was starving and tired and he missed her.

     

     He placed his suitcase next to the couch and looked around. The apartment was freshly cleaned, she'd even put all the Christmas decorations away. Cleaning was not one of Mac's favorite things to do. Before catching his flight back to New York from LA he was treated to some salacious pictures on a tabloid website of his errant fiancee. He did not approve of public displays of intoxication, like dancing on tables. He guessed the tidied apartment and home cooked meal was supposed to get her back into his good graces.

     

     He walked into the kitchen. She couldn't hear him approach over the music. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, placing a kiss on the top of her head. She let out a startled shriek, then giggled and swatted him away, saying goodbye to the person on the phone.

    

      “You scared me half to death!” She was still laughing as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling her body close to his.

     

     “Sorry.” He leaned down and kissed her. He peeked past her at the pots bubbling on the stove. The counters were covered in cutting boards and spices. “What are you making?”

     “Arrgh,”she moaned. She flipped a spoon into the sink. “It started out as one thing, seriously though, thirty minute meal my ass! It took me thirty minutes to chop the freaking vegetables.”

     He leaned against the counter and listened as Mac continued her tirade about cooking times and burning cream sauces. He scooted her onto a stool at the kitchen island and began completing what she started, cleaning as he went. He opened them both a beer and shrugged off her protests that she had been trying to cook for him. If he wanted any chance at a meal that wasn't over cooked, he was smart to finish it himself.

     

     “You did all the hard stuff, babe. You know I hate chopping. Tell me about your day, I was cooped up on a plane all day.”

She smiled back at him and settled onto the stool, more than happy to talk rather than cook.

     Within minutes he had them tucked into some sort of pasta dish with vegetables and a light sauce. He didn't know what her original intention had been but he made them an edible dish.

     “You cleaned up. The apartment looks good,” he said between bites.

A blush crept across her cheeks and it confirmed his suspicion that she had been cleaning right up until he walked through the door. The scent of lemon pledge still hung in the air. His girl was nothing if not last minute.

     “Thanks.” She pushed her vegetables around on her plate.

     “What?” He put his fork down and picked up his beer, waiting for Mac to spill what she had on her mind.

     “I just changed my mind about writing last night. So it was my own decision and you shouldn't be upset and I think there should not be any spanking.”

     He couldn't hold in the laugh that bubbled up.

     “Stop laughing at me.” She folded her arms and glared at him.

     He took a deep breath and tried his best, but he started laughing again. Until a piece of Italian bread bounced off his head. He looked up to find Mac with a self satisfied smirk on her face.

     “You're not laughing now.”

     “Don't throw food. What are you, three?”

     She opened her mouth, already forming a snotty retort, he was sure, but she stopped when he stood up. Luke picked up his plate and walked it to the sink, he turned back and pointed at the bread on the floor.

     “Pick it up.”

     “You pick it up.” She put her hands flat on the table as if she were readying herself to run. He was in no mood for games tonight, she was torquing him up on purpose and he wasn't sure why.

     “I'm going to take a shower. Finish your dinner and come get ready for bed.”

      “What? It's early and I'm not tired.”

     “Molly.” He said her name as a warning.

     She narrowed her eyes at him but didn't respond as he walked past her towards the bedroom.

* * *

     Mac sat on the bed and pulled the comforter up around her bare legs. She just had one of Luke's t-shirts on, ready for bed as requested. She had lingered cleaning up in the kitchen as long as she could. But when she heard the shower switch off she bolted into the bedroom and shed her clothes. Now she sat waiting. What was taking him so long?

     She should have brought a book with her. Something to occupy her while she waited. She debated running into the living room for some reading material, but just then the bathroom door clicked open. Luke emerged in a cloud of steam. He had on a gray t-shirt and some black sweatpants. But the man looked delicious in everything he wore.

     He came over and pulled her up out of the bed. She shivered against the cool air in the room. He pulled the t-shirt over her head and then pulled her against him, running his hands up and down her body. She reached up and found his lips with hers, she wound her arms up around his neck but he stepped back. He glanced down at her underwear and his lips quirked in a smile.

     “What are those?”

     “It's Wonder Woman.” She smiled at him.

     “So I see.” He sat on the edge of the bed. “Take them off.”

     “Luke!” She had the urge to stomp her foot.

     He raised his eyebrows at her in response. She could tell his patience were thin. He must be tired, and this did not bode well for her argument. She hooked her thumbs in the elastic of her panties and slid them down her legs.

She shivered as his eyes raked over her body. She reflexively crossed her arms over her hardened nipples. He was dressed and she was naked, it always did something to her, a familiar heat built up. She didn't have much time to think about it because he pulled her in and flipped her across his thigh, resting her upper body on the bed. He got two hard smacks in before she found her voice.

     “Wait, stop!”

     Thankfully he paused, that normally didn't work. She scrambled for something to say.

     “I thought we were going to talk.”

     “We are.” A simple matter of fact answer followed by a set of smacks to her sit spots.

     She clawed at the comforter and uselessly tried to dodge the smacks. Did the man not understand what a warm up was? She was having a hard time keeping herself still. He stopped and rubbed the same spots he had just been punishing.

     “So let's talk.”

     She popped her head up at this and tried to push herself up. 

     He pushed her back down, “No, you stay there.”

     She huffed out a breath, she knew what this kind of 'talk' was.

     “What did you promise me when I was leaving?”

     Oh an easy question, she could do this, “That I would clean up the apartment.”

      “And you did a really good job. What else?”

     Now it got harder, “Um, that I would stay on my writing schedule.”

     “Did you?”

     “Sort of.”

     His hand smacked down on her right cheek and left a sting in it's wake. “Want to try again?”

     He laid the same stinger down on her left cheek and she cried out.

     “Okay, no, I didn't.”

     He spanked her six more times, alternating back and forth.

     “I'm allowed to change my mind, that was my own goal and I don't think you should spank me for it. I decided to stay out with Daisy, I can do that if I want to.” She sounded like a petulant child even to her own ears. She should just stop talking.

     “Oh yes, you're night out.” He spoke slowly as he caressed her naked butt. There was a touch of humor in his voice. He was enjoying this. “Let me ask you a question. Should I have to open up my computer to find pictures of my fiancee drunk table dancing?”

     She wasn't answering. She had four snappy comebacks floating around in her head and she didn't trust what would fly out if she opened her mouth. He was going to spank her no matter what she said anyway.

     He gave her two quick slaps to the backs of her thighs and she danced up on her toes.

     “Molly?”

     

     Nope, her lips were sealed.

     Luke slid his hand between her legs and she tensed, when his finger found the wetness between her thighs she groaned. He slowly trailed his finger along her and she writhed over his lap.

     “I asked you a question.”

     His hand was gone and she felt him pulling her cheeks apart. She jumped when she felt his finger, slicked in her own wetness, prodding at her anus.

He pushed his finger into her and she felt him up to his knuckle. “Ahh,” she moaned and lifted her head from the mattress.

     “Should I have to see that?”

     He pumped his finger in and out as he gave her smart slaps with his left hand, his non-spanking hand, so they were lighter in intensity. Her whole body felt warm from the fire he was building on her ass. She felt his hand between her legs again and he flicked her clit while he pumped his finger again.

She groaned and shifted her hips, wanting him to help her find a release.

     “Answer the question.”

     “No.” She breathed out. “You shouldn't have to see that.”

     He pulled his finger out and slid out from under her, so she was laying over the side of the bed. She heard the rustle of his clothes and then he smacked her ass, hard. She heard him slide the drawer in the night stand open. The click of the top on the bottle of lube and then he was pushing himself into her. She cried out in pleasure, feeling suddenly too full, his erection pushing past her tight ring. His hand came down and worked her clit. She arched her back, lifting herself to him, taking all of him in.

     He steadied himself with a hand on her hip, thrusting into her with an urgency she hadn't seen coming. She came in a frenzy, all of her emotions cresting, she felt tears running down her face.

     Luke collapsed onto her back, he kissed the side of her neck. “The next time you're dancing on a table it better be a private show.” He brushed her hair back from her face and turned her head to look at him. “For me.” As if she needed the clarification.

     Later still, Mac was freshly showered and snuggling into bed in Luke's arms. She was happy they had reconnected and he wasn't actually angry with her. She was just drifting off to sleep when she was jostled in his arms. He reached over her and slid the nightstand drawer open. He rummaged for a few seconds then plunked the little wooden paddle on top of the nightstand. He slid the drawer closed and settled back in.

     “Um, what's that for?”

     He pulled her closer, tucking her head under his chin. “Tomorrow. I think we need to have a talk about throwing food.”

     Mac's eyes widened as she was rocked by Luke's deep chuckle.

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Maintenance Night and TMI- Natasha Knight Visits!

Natasha's visiting today! I know I can always count on her to tease me a little, and she did not disappoint! Her new book Claimed by the Beast went on sale this week and she is sharing a little excerpt with us- yay! (She also gives us a little TMI- double yay!)

Hi Casey. Thank you so much for having me here. I love your blog and I love you and Mr. McKay and well, I'm just happy to be here. I want to share a piece today from my latest release, Claimed by the Beast, the sequel to Taken by the Beast.

I love a maintenance night. I love the preparation, the anticipation, even the embarrassment that goes along with it. Ultimately, I love the submission. In this scene, we revisit Elijah and Kayla who have (since the conclusion of Taken by the Beast) married and started a family. Elijah has just reinstated maintenance night - a weekly event - to get Kayla and himself back on track in their DD marriage…Can I just say, one of my favorite positions to be in is where I leave you off at the end of this excerpt?? TMI, sorry.

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Her inspection would begin in half an hour.

She had showered and shaved herself completely bare, as he liked for her to do, and returned to the bedroom to find Elijah waiting for her on the bed.

“Am I late?” she asked, surprised to see him there.

He grinned, one arm draped over the back of the headboard, the other resting beside him.

“I’m early. Baby is fed and sleeping and I didn’t want to wait. Well, really, I couldn’t wait. Lose the towel,” he said.

Kayla’s clit swelled with his words and she dropped the towel to the floor.

“You know better than that. Pick it up and put it away.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, picking up the towel and hanging it up before returning to the bedroom.

He sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. “Come here,” he said.

She knew it was time for her inspection and went to stand between his legs, keeping her feet at shoulder width as he liked and placing her hands at the back of her head.

He looked at her and smiled. “Good girl,” he said, then scanned her body. “You look good, Kayla. I like your tits swollen like that.” He brushed the backs of his knuckles over one nipple which hardened immediately. He then ran those fingers down her belly to her shaved pussy. He paused there and pressed the space just above her clit, making her want to lift just a little to place herself onto his thumb. He then put both hands on either side of her pussy lips and spread them open.

She made a small sound. He looked up at her and smiled. “Patience,” he said, then returned his gaze to her sex. “You’re already wet and swollen and I’ve barely touched you.”

He looked at her for a while longer before finally bringing his mouth over her clit. It was a kiss, nothing more. As much as she wanted him to close his lips over her clit and suck, he only kissed her softly, his tongue just teasing the hard nub before sliding all along her pussy.

“Shaved in the back too?” he asked, moving his hands to hold her hips and looking up at her.

“Yes, Sir,” she said.

“Show me. Turn around and grab your ankles.”

Her eyes grew wider. She’d done this for him before. She’d done it a hundred times. It was just the moments immediately before turning around and bending over for him, legs wide, every part of her exposed, those moments did her in even as her pussy leaked onto her thighs with arousal.

He smiled, waiting patiently. She knew he liked this, liked to draw it out, liked to have her vulnerable, exposed. Enjoyed seeing her embarrassment show on her face.

She turned slowly and bent deeply, taking her legs just a little wider as she did. She wrapped her hands around her ankles.

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Blurb

More than a year has passed since Marcus, free at last from his harsh captivity, disappeared to lead a life of solitude. Rachel waits for him, clinging to hope, but her fear grows that the man with whom she shares an unbreakable bond is lost to her forever. Despair leads her to take risks with her life, and Elijah does his best to keep her safe, but he knows that only his brother’s return can truly heal her wounded heart.

Believing that he will only bring her pain and sadness, Marcus has vowed to leave Rachel on her own, telling himself that she will move on and find love and happiness in the arms of some other man. But when the dark shadows of the past engulf his family again and Rachel’s life is put in terrible danger, he is given no choice but to return and take back what is his.

Though overjoyed that Marcus has returned at last, Rachel cannot bring herself to believe that he will truly stay this time, and her doubts push her to defy him even as he fights to protect her. She soon learns, however, that he will tolerate no disobedience when her safety is at stake, and her defiance will be dealt with firmly. As she stands before him, bare and blushing with her well-spanked bottom on display, knowing there is much more to come, Rachel longs for her mate to claim her as his and his alone. But can he shield her from those who would do them harm, or will he be torn away from her yet again?

Publisher’s Note: Claimed by the Beast is the sequel to Taken by the Beast. It is an erotic novel that includes spankings, anal play, graphic sexual scenes, elements of medical play and BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

**In celebration of this release, my publisher has put Taken by the Beast on sale for $2.99 through New Year's. You can find it here Amazon, Amazon UK, Amazon CA, Blushing Books, ARE 

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Spanking Romance Reviews- Best of 2013

Spanking Romance Reviews is doing an end of the year Best Books of 2013!!

I'm on the list for Cursed Waters. Take a minute to vote, it's actually like 15 seconds, take some seconds to vote!

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