Collared by Rayanna Jamison~ A Naughty Sub Put in Her Place

I'm sharing a hot scene from Rayanna Jamison's new book Collared. If you haven't purchased it yet, then why wait any longer?

Here's a taste of what to expect:

“You need to remember your place,” he scolded, punctuating each word with a hard swat to her denim clad cheeks. “And, I am going to help you with that.”
With that settled, he let go of her arm. “Stay in position.” Reaching around her, with both hands, he found the button of her shorts, and released it, deftly sliding the shorts down to her ankles, and her panties with them.
She whimpered, softly, a guttural groan in the back of her throat. She knew that whatever came next would not be good, but she stayed in position. 
“Put your feet apart, and grab your ankles.”
Pax stood back, watching as she followed his instructions, bringing her bits into full view. She had been waxed last week, and the results were something he would never tire of seeing.
She peered at him, glaring up from the space between her legs. Her expression seemed to challenge him. “What now?” she seemed to be saying.
“Patience, my little sub,” he purred, moving closer to her, so that she was back within arm’s reach, watching her face soften at his expression. Calling a sub, “sub” always seemed to hit that button, and he enjoyed watching them melt right before he claimed them.
He slapped her ass, watching with satisfaction as the skin bounced and reddened under the impact of his hand. 
“Who’s in charge here, little sub?” he growled, nearly panting through his controlled arousal. He would play with her, and teach her a lesson, but there would be no sexual release for either of them. They were at her father’s house for God’s sake.
“You are, Sir” she squealed, as he pressed against her tightly puckered opening. Her face was flushed and she was biting her lip, as she tried to give up control, fighting her instinct to move away from his prodding fingers. He smiled to himself, recognizing the signs. She had never been touched here before. 
“My little sub seems to be an anal virgin,” he teased, growing hard himself as he pushed his index finger past her tight virgin barrier.  
“Yes, sir!” she squeaked out. “And I was hoping to keep it that way!”
Shaking his head, he chuckled deeply at her hesitancy. “That’s not going to happen, pet. I own all of you, and I will punish all of you. There is no quicker way to remind a naughty sub of her place than by claiming her naughty bottom hole.”
He pumped his finger in and out slowly, watching as she struggled to hold position against this new violation. She was uncomfortable, sure, and sorry for her misstep, which was kind of the point, but her glistening pussy told the story the rest of her would never tell. She was horny as fuck. She didn’t want to be turned on with a finger in her ass—they never did, but she was.

“Naughty subs get their bottoms punished often, pet. Anal punishments are a powerful tool in my arsenal, as you will soon learn. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle, and will train your naughty little hole to take more and more each time, and someday, you will take my cock here, and you will scream as I fuck your naughty little ass. It will happen, my pet. There’s no avoiding it. That day will come.”

Diamond Barrett has spent the last four years hiding in plain sight, working as a show girl in Las Vegas, trying to forget the painful memories of her mother's untimely death. When the details of the gruesome accident finally surface on the morning of her 25th birthday, Diamond's pain leads her to a series of bad choices that result in the loss of her job. 
Now what?
Paxton Donovan's very presence exudes dominance and captures the attention of everyone around him. He has spent years creating his brand as a business owner and professional dominant. There is no time for anything that interferes with the order with which he runs his business and life. Structure, order, rules, discipline. Business without pleasure. No distractions.

But nothing could have prepared Pax for Diamond as their two worlds collide and both of their perfectly ordered and quiet lives combust. Will their undeniable attraction and intense passion be worth the risk of pain and heartache as they shatter their safe lives?

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"I'm Going to Spank You, Hard."~ Jaye Peaches Visits!

I have Jaye Peaches on my blog today! She has a re-release out called To Know You. It's lots of yummy D/s and BDSM.

If you haven't read this one yet, you are missing out! Gemma and Jason are utterly delicious. This is one of my favorite scenes earlier on in their relationship together. Jason owns the company Gemma is an intern for, and her officemates have been gossiping about their relationship. Jason isn't particularly happy about that :


“Are you going to fire me, sir?” I whispered, hoping to placate him quickly. “Punish me?” I didn’t want it. But there again, it worked. It moved things on. When done right, except, I still wasn’t sure if he understood how much trust I placed in his integrity.

Jason sighed, and perched on his desk. “No. The situation is under control. Managers have been slapped back into line. I’m not going to fire you. It’s obvious you didn’t intend to make mischief and I don’t think it would help your career. I want this, us, to work, which means I will punish you—I’m not going to fire your arse, like I warned you I would.” Gone were the unpleasant tones of an angry boss. Something else switched into play—husky, stern and bizarrely warming. It was exactly what I needed to hear.

Striding to the door, he bolted it, locking us in. “I want you to stand facing the wall, over there, nose against it while you compose yourself.”

I trembled, my heart pounding, as I carried out his instructions. I was strangely excited—punishment in an office was a fantasy of mine—except the fantasy was really happening. What was he going to do to me? Wedged in the corner, my legs wobbled.

Eventually, he issued his next command. “Drop your skirt and knickers off.”

Inhaling deeply, I shuffled out of my skirt and slipped out of my knickers, leaving behind my stockings and high heels. I picked the clothes up and laid them on one of the chairs.

Jason selected a chair and moved it away from the conference table. Sitting on it, he waved me over with his forefinger, while with the other hand he undid his tie and pulled it out from under his collar. With a flick of his wrist, he loosened the top button.

“Turn around,” he instructed, and he used his necktie to bind my wrists. Holding my arm by the elbow, he lowered me across his lap, then hooked his leg over and trapped my thighs. He pressed down on the small of my back with the flat of his hand.

“I’m going spank you, Gemma, hard. This is a punishment,” a soft yet stern tone, “Why am I punishing you?”

“Because I was indiscreet, Sir,” I murmured. Underneath his hand, he must have been able to feel my racing heartbeats.


I closed my eyes and waited. The smack swept across both cheeks. He’d kept his palm rigid and flat, swiping up from right to left. Pain radiated out immediately and I gasped. While I gritted my teeth, more swipes followed. I hung my head and attempted to concentrate on processing the pain.

What happens when a kink loving woman has to come to terms with a traumatic episode in her life? Can the broken submissive learn to trust again?

When Gemma Marshall resigns from a good job to work as a lowly intern in the heart of the City of London, immediately, the elusive company boss, Jason Lucas, seduces her.

Following a whirlwind of weekend trysts at his country mansion, Jason’s need to dominate her re-awakens her terrifying nightmares and leads to revelations from both of them.  What Jason seeks is an enduring relationship which means Gemma, if she wishes to win his heart and soul, has to return to the extraordinary life she’d left behind.

Can Gemma survive another relationship with an alluring master of the bedroom or will she finally turn her back on her natural desires?

Their passionate and highly erotic affair reaches crisis point when her ex-lover hunts her down, seeking retribution.

To Know You is a fictional account of two people who begin a journey together. It is a complete story.  Both characters are sexy and know what they want. Neither are novices, neither expect love in their relationship. One takes control and the other yields. In the bedroom, there are the erotic scenes of BDSM, discipline and romance.  The dynamic can be intoxicating—and dangerous.

Trust is key.  Communicating trust.  Building trust and maintaining integrity. And love? It’s not always about love - until Gemma meets Jason. 

(Previously published as Trust Me to Know You)

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A Punishment She Needs~ Saturday Spankings!

I won't lie, it's been so long since I participated in Saturday Spankings that I had to look up the rules! It's been a weird year, but I am excited to say that I have a new release!! Claimed, book four in The Masters of Fetishes Series is live!

You don't have to have read the last three (but they are in a handy box set if you want to). Here's a little tease: 

As if reading her mind, he released her ankles and pulled her upright. "Let's go, gorgeous. You'll get a reward for your pretty little begging. But first, to finish your punishment."
She didn't know if he expected her to kick up a fuss or not. She just followed him eagerly, her hands still bound behind her back. She wanted him to punish her, needed him to. But when he picked up a cane she hadn't noticed leaning against the wall, she paused. 

Dani has a full life, or so she thinks. She’s busy with her job as head of security for Fetishes, an exclusive BDSM club. Devoting herself to her career leaves her little time for anything else—like a personal life. But when a stranger from her past reemerges, Dani starts to question her priorities and the choices she’s made.

Liam never forgot her. She’s haunted his dreams and every waking moment ever since she walked out of his life. Now that he has found his way back to Dani, he doesn’t want to lose her again. But Dani’s reluctant when Liam pursues her. He’s known since the beginning that she was his but can he convince her to let him in?

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Begging to Be Taken~ WIP It Up Wednesday

I have to apologize for missing the last few Wednesdays. I feel like my weeks fly by so fast that I never realize I've missed Wip It Up until late in the evening! It's usually like, oh yeah, today IS Wednesday. 

I've been working tirelessly on finishing this fourth book from The Masters of Fetishes series and I am proud to announce it is finally finished! Check out books 1-3 if you haven't read them yet because Claimed will be coming out soon. As soon as I finish that editing thing.

Today I am continuing on from the same scene. Dani is in a hotel room for a secret rendezvous with the Dom she found on the internet. If you missed the first two installments you can find them here and here. This picks up where the last one left off. 

"You're stubborn, but you're a fast learner. Do you know I'm not joking now when I tell you to do something?"

"I'm sorry," she breathed out. She couldn't do it just a few days before. Couldn't make herself beg. But now it seemed she couldn't stop.

"I'm not. I got to see you twice in one week." He winked at her.

She never liked a man who winked. It was as if he was telling you he said something funny and he knew it. But this man? He could wink at her whenever he wanted. In fact, the thought of him winking at another woman made her want to gouge his eyes out.

He had her hands bound behind her back, she was sitting on the only chair in the hotel room with her legs splayed wide. He'd attached her ankles to the front legs. The cool air on her pussy had only served to remind her how wanting she'd been for two days. She was going to lose her mind if he didn't give her some attention soon.

As if reading her mind, he released her ankles and pulled her upright. "Let's go, gorgeous. You'll get a reward for your pretty little begging. But first, to finish your punishment."

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A Matter of a Spanking

I posted the other day about not taking the spanking offered. Well, what about when the spanking is pushed upon you and you have no other choice? I mean really, it's the stuff of fantasies, my fantasies at least—but not something I ever expect in real life.

Let me set the stage for you: it's the Monday after a holiday weekend, I worked an extra long shift at the day job, I got out late, my new book got uploaded (this always stresses me out, no matter how many times I have done it), my derby practice was early, and I only had a yogurt and a granola bar for lunch (I mean, this alone could make me murderous on the right day).

By the time I got home I had twenty minutes to get changed, grab my derby crap and head back out again. Mr. McKay arrived home about five minutes after me and right in the middle of my stomping around the house/yelling at the cat phase of this particular meltdown. 

When nicely asked about what had me so twisted up I snapped about not enough hours in the day and too many things going on.

"Is there something I can help with?" he asks, with that overly concerned look that tips me off that might I be teetering on the edge of ridiculousness.

I let out a heaving sigh. "No." Then throw my hands up and exit the room mumbling something about forgetting socks.

I re-enter and start packing my derby bag with jerky movements as he tries to placate me, telling me that it will all work out, I will eventually have time to do everything. 

I reply with probably the most melodramatic answer anyone can have, "It's not like it matters anyway. None of this really matters." Which is true, and I am trying to remind myself that if my biggest problems in the day are coming home from a job that pays my bills and stressing about a job that is my passion and in between I get to play a sport I love, then life is not so bad. But my inflection and tone don't make it sound that way. I'm slightly sarcastic and overly dramatic and even to my own ears it made me cringe. 

"I wish you had a little more time. I'd take you upstairs and spank you, or fuck you, or both, really."

I turn toward him, because this is the first thing that has caught my interest, but I agree I don't have enough time. "Maybe tomorrow," I reply, noncommittally.

That's when he slams his laptop shut and rises from the couch. I turn back again to give him a wary look. "No, I think you can be five minutes late," he announces.

"What?" I'm dumbfounded. Not so much annoyed or even excited, it's taking my brain some time to catch up to what's going on. Is this real life?

"Your teammates don't want to put up with your shit. I don't want to put up with your shit." 

I'm standing in front of the couch, packing my bag that I have sprawled out in the middle of the cushions. I freeze as his body comes right up against mine, but he reaches past me to shut the curtains on the front window. I breathe a tiny sigh of relief before I catch up to why he has done this.

His fingers hook into the waistband of my leggings and he shoves them and my underwear down my thighs. I give a tiny squeak of surprise before he pushes me forward.

Now it should be said that Mr. McKay caught on quick to the whole spanking thing. He gives a good warm up now before moving on to the heavy artillery, I was just commenting on this last week.

But on this occasion I guess he decided it was in his best interested to get straight to the point. Nothing about this even resembled a warm up, or that there would be anything fun about this spanking. My upper body was pressed down, over my smelly pads and roller skates as I gripped onto the back of the couch for dear life. 

It amazes me that over the course of the last two years we have acquired an array of implements. They are all upstairs in our bedroom. But it seems lately the thing most used, and I am impressed by its quality and effectiveness, is Mr. McKay's hand. Seriously, it's like a goddamn block of wood. How does that happen?

So there I am, unceremoniously bent over the couch, bare assed and getting spanked. I'm still trying to discover our new rhythm. For the longest time I was topping from the bottom, out of necessity really. But I never had to worry that a spanking would go on longer than I wanted because I would just tell him to stop. Actually, all I had to say was "ow" and he would stop.

This is not so much the case anymore. He started with really hard smacks right off the bat and I grit my teeth, but about four or five in I was all, "Ow, ow, ow!"

He didn't stop and I dug my nails into the cushions. A sheen of sweat raised up on my skin and I buried my face in the couch. I kicked a foot up, not really to impeded him or to stop him, just squirming and trying to manage the assault. Still, he spanked on.

He slowed his smacks and I could feel him lean into me, craning his neck to see my face. I thought he was stopping, but whatever he saw assured him he could keep going. He shifted lower, catching the tops of my thighs—that made me shriek. But he didn't stop and gave both sides equal treatment. 

Finally, I felt dangerously close to the edge of tears, which is a new thing, I have never cried during a spanking. It was more from emotions than pain. But it ended, he trailed his hand over the hot skin of my ass and then pulled my leggings back up.

My ass felt swollen in the tight pants and my skin stung and itched. But something had opened up in my chest and I felt lighter. I no longer felt like I was drowning and threatening to go under at any moment. Now I was floating high above it all. 

I leaned into his chest and told him I loved him, but really that didn't convey what I wanted to say. Thanks for knowing what I needed, thanks for not judging me? The words wouldn't come and seemed trivial anyway.

He put his hand on my now clothed ass, as if confirming that he knew what I was trying to say. He gave my throbbing cheeks a squeeze. "You're going to be late."

I wasn't.

And yeah, maybe in the grand scheme of things none of it really matters, but sometimes to the stupid little things matter most. 

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Stripped and Punished~ Bound A BDSM Romance

It's my release day! I had a long and busy weekend. It was filled with lots of food and drink and friends. I hope everyone had a nice weekend, whether it was a holiday for you or not!

I am super excited about my new release today. Bound is a BDSM romance about a couple who have been together for a while, but are still trying to work things out. I really loved writing about Martin and Melissa and I hope you'll love them as much as I do!

Here is a scene from the book where Melissa's long time boyfriend and Dom is pissed off over an incident that pretty much confirms she is in danger. 

He shook his head. “Take this off,” he said, pointing at her bathing suit.

She almost rolled her eyes, it was so skimpy she was barely covered anyway. Backing up a step into the kitchen she held up her hands. “Listen to me, I can explain—”

He stepped forward, closing the space between them and then bent her over. One strong arm around her waist held her close to his hip. He smacked one ass cheek and then the other, ignoring her protests and pleas. He continued until her feet danced beneath her, her weight supported by his body.

It was like a standing up, over the knee spanking. Their bodies were close and he held her, but he paddled on without mercy. Finally, she went limp, her upper body hanging down behind him. He paused and she thought he was done, but then he peppered her upper thighs in stinging swats.

Rearing her head back, she screamed and fought against him again. When he released her, she jumped back and cupped her ass. She didn’t even have the strength to run from him, she just looked back in surprise. “Do you feel better now?” she bit out. Reason told her that back talking wouldn’t help her case, but any remorse she had felt before fled with this unjust spanking he was administering.

“No,” he replied, his nostrils flaring. “Take it off, now.”

He reached toward her bikini top and she backed up.

“Dammit, Melissa!” He stomped past her, behind the kitchen island and started opening drawers.

She hugged herself around the middle. She should run and lock herself in the bedroom, who knew what he was looking for? But a part of her wanted to see where he was going with this, she still had the feeling she only had half the story. If he would just talk to her.

Martin marched back to her wielding a large pair of scissors. He grabbed her upper arm again, digging his fingers in to keep her in place.

“What the fuck?” she screamed as he slid the metal blade between her breasts and snipped her top in half. “Stop! Wait, okay, okay.”

He raised the scissors and snipped again where the top tied around her neck. She was already shimmying her bottoms over her hips and down her legs.

He let go of her, turning to put the scissors on the counter. She looked down at the floor, the bathing suit in pieces. “That suit was $190, you maniac!”

“Maybe next time you’ll listen,” he said, walking past her toward the large dining table.

“Will you talk to me?”

He shook his head. “I’m not ready to talk yet. Come over here.” He stepped out of his flip flops and picked one up.

She took a mincing step toward him, her hands reflexively covering her bottom. “Please. I don’t even know why you’re so mad.”

“Bend over the table,” he said, motioning to it, never raising his face to make eye contact. He gave himself a test swat against his own thigh with the heavy leather and rubber flip flop he held. When she didn’t move he glared at her. “Don’t make me come get you.”

Her body almost obeyed automatically. She knew he wasn’t playing around, but she tensed her muscles and stayed where she was. “Tell me what’s wrong. Tell me why you’re mad at least.” She kept her tone soft, she didn’t want to argue, but he was scaring her.

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath and tossed the flip flop he wielded on the table. 

Something in her voice or demeanor must have gotten through to him because he walked past her. He rubbed the back of his neck, lost in thought as he exited the room. He turned into the hallway that connected the kitchen to the rest of the house.

She stood in the same spot, naked, her ass throbbing. Confusion swam through her mind. Something had happened. Something between lunch and when he found her on the beach and she couldn’t for the life of her figure out what it was.

Martin walked back in from the hallway holding his laptop. “This, Melissa,” he said, as he put the computer down on the table, facing her. “When were you going to tell me about this?”

She glanced at the screen, it was a picture of her and the paparazzi photographer from the airport. He was mad about this? “What about it?” He was there. She glanced from him to the screen, what was she missing?

He reached out and clicked a button, and what she thought was a picture sprang to life. A video. On the internet. Of her altercation with the asshole from the airport. There was a lot of background noise and the video got fuzzy for a second, but then, clearly you could hear the man speak, “Hello, Misty.”

She blinked as the video went blurry. It took her a second to realize it was her eyes, they’d filled with tears.

“They’re after you. They aren’t after us,” he said, stepping closer to her.

Melissa's longtime boyfriend, Martin, is taking her on the trip of a lifetime. It might be just what they need since she has felt a disconnect with him lately. But her overactive mind convinces her that he's planned the trip for the sole purpose of dumping her... until he brings up the subject of marriage again.

Martin doesn't know how else to convince Melissa that they are destined to be together forever. He's left his exclusive BDSM club in the hands of a capable friend and whisked her away to a private island. He can't figure out why she revels in physical bonds, but balks at the bonds of marriage. It's not a challenge the seasoned Dom in him is ready to back down from.

When secrets from Melissa's past threaten to come to light and her well-being and safety are put at risk, can Martin protect the woman his world revolves around? Or will he end up losing everything that matters to him?

Right now Bound is available on Amazon. It will be ready to go everywhere else in the next few days!

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Second Thoughts~ Saturday Spankings #BDSM #Spanking

Welcome back to Saturday Spankings! I hope all of my American friends had a great Thanksgiving. Even if you are not American and do not celebrate, I hope you had a great week! 

My new book, Bound, will be out in just a few days on November 30th. Wind down from your holiday weekend and treat yourself!

I am essentially picking up where I left off last week. Melissa has woken up her Dom boyfriend in the middle of the night and forced his hand. She knew she needed something in order to get to sleep, but now she is questioning her decision (don't we all from time to time?).

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.

Melissa's longtime boyfriend, Martin, is taking her on the trip of a lifetime. It might be just what they need since she has felt a disconnect with him lately. But her overactive mind convinces her that he's planned the trip for the sole purpose of dumping her... until he brings up the subject of marriage again.

Martin doesn't know how else to convince Melissa that they are destined to be together forever. He's left his exclusive BDSM club in the hands of a capable friend and whisked her away to a private island. He can't figure out why she revels in physical bonds, but balks at the bonds of marriage. It's not a challenge the seasoned Dom in him is ready to back down from.

When secrets from Melissa's past threaten to come to light and her well-being and safety are put at risk, can Martin protect the woman his world revolves around? Or will he end up losing everything that matters to him?

Look for Bound when it hits the virtual shelves on November 30th!!

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A Middle of the Night Whipping~ Saturday Spankings

It's that time of the week again! Welcome back to Saturday Spankings! I am delighted to say that my new book, Bound, has a scheduled release date of November 30th. It's cyber Monday, so while you do some online Christmas shopping you should buy yourself a treat.

I have a shiny new cover and blurb to unveil as well, so let's get on with it. In this part, Melissa has woken up Martin in the middle of the night because she can't sleep. She wants to fool around, he decides to tie her hands up and then use his belt on her ass. She's on her back and he's just pushed her legs up to her chest:

“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.

Melissa's longtime boyfriend, Martin, is taking her on the trip of a lifetime. It might be just what they need since she has felt a disconnect with him lately. But her overactive mind convinces her that he's planned the trip for the sole purpose of dumping her... until he brings up the subject of marriage again.

Martin doesn't know how else to convince Melissa that they are destined to be together forever. He's left his exclusive BDSM club in the hands of a capable friend and whisked her away to a private island. He can't figure out why she revels in physical bonds, but balks at the bonds of marriage. It's not a challenge the seasoned Dom in him is ready to back down from.

When secrets from Melissa's past threaten to come to light and her well-being and safety are put at risk, can Martin protect the woman his world revolves around? Or will he end up losing everything that matters to him?

Look for Bound when it hits the virtual shelves on November 30th!!

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