Flogging Fantastic! #sextoys

You know you are doing something right with your life when you get an email offering you a free sex toy.

The UK based company Bondage Bunnies emailed me to see if I would give an honest review in exchange for something from their site. Being an author, I know all about trying to get reviews, so of course I would help. It's work after all ;)

The nice woman who contacted me asked if I had a preference for what I would be receiving. I told her to surprise me, which immediately after hitting send on that email I started to have second thoughts. Who tells someone to surprise them when talking about sex toys? What if she sent me something completely out of my comfort zone?

The term "whip" had been thrown around and now I had images in my head of some harsh and scary single tailed whip that I wouldn't be able to tolerate. I told all of this to Mr. McKay and he just smiled at me. It was a disconcerting smile, I feared what that smile meant!

The thing is, we don't have a very extensive implement collection. Or I should say, we don't own many implements that we use. I have come to realize I might be a bit of a baby when it comes to spanking, or maybe it doesn't happen enough, but anything too harsh and I can't hack it. Most of the time it's just Mr. McKay's hand, and that is all I need (don't discount the harshness of that).

So when I got this in the mail I was equal parts excited and terrified:

It's silky smooth, soft leather tickles through your fingers, but I was worried about the impact. And it makes this whooshing noise when you swing it that is a little worrisome. I mean, I didn't think it was going to maim me, but I thought there was a distinct possibility I was going to hate every part of it.

I was pleasantly surprised! I came to find out that the flogger by itself on my back and ass was kind of relaxing. Without anything else going on, it made me want to close my eyes and drift off. (A warning: don't almost fall asleep during sexy times, it's frowned upon.)

After that, I got to feel what the flogger felt like on a freshly spanked ass. When your skin is already hot and stinging this definitely amps up the heat! Not to unbearable levels, but the ends of the tendrils leave a bit of a sting. 

My favorite part was that you can use this flogger on other areas. Lying on my back I got a little nervous when Mr. McKay aimed at my nipples, but again, I was surprised in a good way. The ends of the tendrils left enough of a bite to get me even more aroused, but it wasn't so much that I was flinching and turning away. 

I'm saving the best part for last. Let me tell, you have not lived until you've had your clit flogged. Again, I would not have sought this out or even thought I would have liked it. It seemed accidental to me at first. I was face up and Mr. McKay pushed my legs up and was getting the crease below my ass and the tops of my thighs and then all of a sudden it hit my clit. I let out a little shriek because I wasn't expecting it, but then I settled back in and parted my thighs a little more. He took the hint ;)

I was also informed it wasn't an accident to begin with. Always two steps ahead, that one.

In summation, I loved this flogger. Light enough to use on sensitive areas, but still leaving a sting when used after something more intense. I think it will become a regular character in our everyday arsenal. I just have to remember not to leave it in the living room—although it might pass as a cat toy ;)

You can find the House of Eros Light Flogger here! I'd recommend looking around the Bondage Bunnies site while you're there, they have lots to offer, I got lost in their lingerie section for a while.

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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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The Man Who Wouldn't Spank and His Christmas Elf

I've had off from the day job this week so Mr. McKay and I have gotten to spend a lot of time together. It's been great. I've enjoyed every minute of it.

I'm sure he has too. Although, don't ask him while I am in the middle of blaring Christmas music and decking the halls. He quietly sticks his ear buds in and goes back to hunching over his laptop while I belt out Christmas carols and take pictures of the cats getting into the Christmas decorations.

Just an average day in our house.

Mr. McKay is a self-proclaimed Grinch. Although, I will let you in on a secret. I don't think he is very grinch-y at all. 

His reasons are:

He hates Christmas music (to be honest, I don't blame him on this, and he is pretty picky about his music selections in general).

He hates when stores put Christmas stuff out too early.

He hates the commercialization of the holiday.

He doesn't want anything for Christmas.

I can counter all of these reasons (he doesn't listen to me though). The actual Grinch wanted ALL of the presents. He robbed Who-ville of all of their Christmas things, so not wanting gifts actually does not make you a grinch (it makes it annoying for your wife who is still trying to find something to buy you, but it doesn't make you a grinch).

Getting annoyed about the commercialization of the holiday? I think that makes you even more the opposite of a grinch. Yes, Christmas decorations popping up in stores around the end of August kind of ruins the season for me too. It shouldn't be forced upon us too early, that's just overkill.

Before we were married, one of the first Christmases we spent together, we were literally scraping together change from the cup holders in the car to buy presents for our families. We went to a discount store the week before Christmas and they had a Toys for Tots donation box. It was Mr. McKay's idea to buy two toys to put in the box, even though we were already on a limited budget and had numerous gifts to buy. We both picked out a toy and dropped them in the box on our way out.

That's not very grinch-like.

One year we were so short on cash and we were both working multiple jobs, I declared I wasn't putting up a tree. I was too tired and my heart wasn't in it. I came home one day to our artificial tree standing in the living room. He put it up himself and stacked the decorations next to it, because that's my favorite part. Would a grinch do that?

Maybe I am just ruining his street cred. He's built up a reputation of being a Holidays hating, grinchy, Scrooge. And he does get visibly annoyed anytime I argue that he isn't.

To me he isn't any of those things. He's loving and generous and kind. He's open minded and non-judgmental. When I presented him with my kinky side he rose to the challenge and experimented with me. There's been plenty of Christmases and birthdays now where he has gifted me with spanking implements and sex toys. 

From a man who didn't want to spank me because he was afraid of hurting me, to someone who doesn't need an implement in his hand to make me sore for hours (as I write this I have a huge smile on my face).

He'll spend half his day driving to different stores in congested holiday shopper craziness to find the perfect Christmas socks to put in my stocking. And he'll spend half his night researching spanking, among other things, to indulge his crazy wife.

He can call himself a grinch if he wants to. I'll try not to let everyone I meet know how untrue that is. I'm excited to spend the rest of my Chistmases with him.

He's taking me out tonight to see Elf at a local movie theater. We'll smuggle in Christmas cookies in my purse. He'll tell you he is in it for the cookies. But when he takes the long way home so we can look at Christmas lights I'll pretend not to notice that he forgot to be a grinch, just for a little bit.

He might be a grump, but he isn't a grinch. And he's all mine.

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A #Spanking and a Lecture from Bound~ #SatSpanks

Welcome back to Saturday Spankings! I'm sharing more from my new BDSM romance, Bound.

Martin has found Melissa wading out into the water. Being it was one of the only rules he has given her—not to go swimming alone—while they're vacationing on a private island, he is pissed. Melissa isn't sharing his sentiment.

“Anything could have happened,” he said, placing a stinging slap on her ass.

She yelped and tried to jump forward, her tiny bikini bottoms doing nothing to protect her from the sting of his large hand.

Martin held her firm and smacked again. “You can’t go wandering off.” He punctuated his sentence with another spank and she tried to pull from his grasp.

She twisted and turned her body, but he only tightened his hold and swatted her again. 

Martin maintained his grip and continued spanking her as they walked. He lectured and spanked and she fumed.

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?

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"No One to Hear You Scream"~ #SatSpanks

Welcome back to Saturday Spankings! Bound is up and ready for purchase. 

Even though Martin runs an exclusive BDSM club, he wanted to take some time to reconnect with his girlfriend, Melissa. He whisks her away to a private island in the Caribbean, but after finding her asleep on the hot beach he decides she needs to follow some ground rules... or else.

“Don’t go swimming without me either. There aren’t lifeguards here.”

“Okay.” She hadn’t thought of that before, but it made sense.

He sat back in his seat, stretching his legs out in front of him.

She moved to put down the bottle of water.

“Drink all of it,” Martin said, his tone stern.

Rolling her eyes, she lifted it back to her lips.

“Keep it up, Red,” he said, rising from his seat. “Just remember no one’s around to hear you scream.”

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?

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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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Always Take the Spanking

Always Take the Spanking~ A Holiday Survival Tip

I hope all of my American friends had a Happy Thanksgiving. I dubbed ours The Grand Tour. We attended two dinners and three houses. It was exhausting to say the least, but it was still a good holiday—forced family togetherness and all.

My family, probably like a lot of people's, stresses me out. There are a lot of factors, too many to name now. But it makes holidays tricky. I am normally an easy going, positive person but the thought of having to visit my family for the holidays can turn me into an anxious, snapping mess.

Mr. McKay discovered that a spanking or a drink helps out on these occasions. There has been more than one holiday where I imbibe in a drink or two before we leave for my parents house. Then all the underhanded comments roll off my back and I can grin back in the face of antagonistic remarks. 

This Thanksgiving, I was in good spirits. I had a good feeling that the day would be fine, everyone would get along. Feelings wouldn't be hurt, offhanded comments wouldn't be made, and if it did happen I felt equipped to handle it. I felt even-keeled and emotionally strong.

I announced this before we left. "So you don't want a spanking?" asked Mr. McKay. 

My tummy flipped. I mean, come on, I always want a spanking. But maybe it was that I felt like I shouldn't need one. I should be an adult and face down my family in a very adult manner.  Sure, a few weeks back he spanked me and plugged me before we left to see extended family and it made everything so much better, but I shouldn't need that every time.

"No, I think I am okay," I confirmed.

"Beer? Whisky?" His eyebrows raise in disbelief.

I had toyed with the idea of bringing of a flask. But again, what happened to my resolve to face matters head on? It's one day, split between three places, I can muster up enough sanity for a few hours...

And that is how I found the two-year-old Christmas beer wedged in the bottom of my parent's fridge about twenty minutes into our visit. 

Lesson learned. The next holiday I am taking the spanking. And packing a flask. It is the holidays after all, I should be allowed to indulge!

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Have Your Cake and Eat It Too!

Thanks to Etta Stark for sharing this pic!

Mr. McKay just had a birthday. He normally isn't very happy to celebrate his birthday, but I make him suffer through it every year, and I have a sneaking suspicion he secretly likes all the fuss. I know he enjoys the cake and I always try to make it memorable.

This year I think he was a little more grumpy about it because, well, let's just say he is now of the age that he can legally run for president of the United States. I told him age was just a number and he told me that's only something old people say. (Do you see what I'm up against here?)

Since his birthday fell on the weekend, friends of ours were texting him to see what we had planned. The truth was I hadn't planned much of anything. I knew we were going to be home and I was looking forward to relaxing, just he and I.

"What should I say?" he asked when one of our friends texted wanting to know if we had anything planned.

"Well, you could tell her the truth. I thought we would just drink all day and then bang," I replied.

He shakes his head looking annoyed. "Don't tell me everything! I want some surprises."

He eventually replied that I had a full day of birthday surprises already planned out and we were just spending the day alone together. What she took that to mean, I am not sure, but I'm fairly certain she wouldn't have guessed what we were actually doing.

The greater part of our day was just normal Sunday things. I did laundry, vacuumed, made us some lunch. We lounged around and watched football. Then sometime in the afternoon we fired down some drinks. I decided it was time to bake. So I pre-heated the oven and then went upstairs to get changed.

A few years ago, Mr. McKay bought me a cute retro looking apron. This was after I baked cookies one year for Valentine's Day in skimpy underwear with a plain black apron that had grease stains on it. He figured if I was going to do such things then I should at least have the proper attire. Since then I have baked various things in my sexy apron with nothing much underneath. It's been done before, but he always enjoys it, so I figured why mess with it?

I kind of think of it as foreplay with baked goods. I'm trotting around half naked, kind of ignoring him as I am concentrating on measuring and mixing. He gets to grope and lick and taste as my hands are busy doing other things. It works out nicely for both of us. And when all is said and done we have a tasty treat waiting for us at the end of the night. 

I went upstairs and opened my drawers and boxes full of frilly things. Have I mentioned before that I have an insane amount of lingerie and pretty underwear? More than one person should own. If I don't plan out ahead of time what I want to wear I can end up lost for hours trying to make a decision.

I decided to go for some thigh highs and garters (Mr. McKay's favorite, it was his birthday after all) a black thong and a lacy black and pink bra. I carefully pulled the thigh highs on, I can't even tell you the amount of times I have tried to put these things on and I end up putting a finger or a toe through the delicate material. Then I began trying to hook them up to the garters.

Here is where I need to ask, does anyone have a trick for this? I can always attach the

ones in the front, but the backs give me problems. There has to be an easier way, right? Please share, any and all information will help me out. After close to ten minutes and working up an unladylike sweat, I left the suckers unhooked and went back downstairs.

This led to a very sexy interlude where Mr. McKay tried to help me hook my stockings to my garters. He couldn't do it either, and part of the time I think he was confused as to what he was doing because his fingers weren't touching the hooks or the thigh highs.

On to the baking. I make cookies from scratch, recently I have made muffins from scratch and pancakes. But I have attempted to make home made cakes a few times and each time it's a disaster. This is when I decided that Betty Crocker was probably a very nice woman and it isn't very nice if I besmirch her product after she tried so hard to perfect the recipe. So we make cakes from box mix here in the McKay house. I do make my own icing though and I think it adds a very nice home-y touch.

I got out all of my ingredients and began mixing them together in a big mixing bowl with the hand mixer. Mr. McKay came out to "help" me. Good thing the mix only called for three ingredients, he can be very distracting.

Once I poured the batter into the pan I popped the beaters out of the mixer and held one out to him. "Want a beater?"

At the same time I shook my ass at him, making my words sound like "Want to beat her?"

Mr. McKay is never one to disappoint. He pushed me up against the counter and spanked me with a flurry of hard, open handed smacks. Apparently we weren't worried about warming up, or easing into it—he just went right to spanking the daylights out of my in the kitchen (I'm writing this with a smile on my face, it hurt like a bitch and it was fantastic).

After I was screeching and panting and all worked up, he left me to whip up the icing. It didn't take long at all and I brought a bowl of it with me out into the living room. I stripped off my apron and knelt down in front of him and he painted me with chocolate icing. Then licked it all off.

We never made it upstairs, and somehow managed not to get icing on the furniture! After that we went out to get some dinner, because who has the energy to cook? Much later, I was curled up on the couch back in my hole-y yoga pants and over sized hoodie. We each had two pieces of cake, it was slightly over done at the edges, but still delicious. 

Mr. McKay mused what he was going to tell all of our friends today when they asked what I had planned for him.

"Tell them the truth," I said, licking icing off my fingers.

"They'd never believe me!"

I don't think that's entirely true. I think a few of them are onto us...

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A Kinky Choice~ Alexis Alvarez Visits!

I have my friend Alexis on my blog today, she has a new book out this week and she brought us a juicy excerpt!

Hi! Thanks so much for having me on your blog. I’m Alexis Alvarez, and I’d like to share from my new novel, Myka and the Millionaire. It’s a full-length BDSM romance with an HEA and lots of consensual kink, and it was publish with Stormy Night Publications on Nov 13^th.

Blurb for Myka and the Millionaire

Computer expert Myka Thomas is determined to start her own business, and the last thing she needs is a man bossing her around and getting in the way. But Gabriel Chevalier is not just any man, and when the dashing, dominant millionaire makes his interest in her very clear, Myka cannot resist his advances. Stripped bare, spanked soundly, and brought to one shattering climax after another, she soon finds herself both yielding even more completely to his command of her body and even begging shamelessly for more of his masterful lovemaking.

As Myka juggles two demanding jobs, she savors the time she spends in Gabriel's palatial home. When she is in his presence, surrendering to his firm, loving control seems natural, even when that means submitting to a painful, embarrassing spanking when she has been disobedient. Before she can stop herself, Myka is falling hard for Gabriel, but can she dare to risk giving her heart to a man with so many shadows in his past that there may be no room for her in his future?

Excerpt for Myka and the Millionaire

“Not feeling so bold anymore?” Gabriel teased, as Myka stared at the assortment of items. “Wondering what I have planned? Answer me.”

“Are you going to use – all of those?”

Laid out together were a leather paddle, a belt, a shiny silver butt plug, some delicate but wicked looking nipple clamps, and a few other things that she assumed were vibrator-style toys that she didn’t recognize.

“Yes, eventually, if you let me. Tonight, though? We’ll pick two. I’ll pick one, and I’ll let you pick the other. What’s your choice, Myka?”

“I don’t know. I –”

“Myka. Choose one. Now.” His voice was firm.

“I can’t –”

“If you don’t choose? I will. And it might not be your secret fantasy, yes?”

“Fine. I’ll choose…the paddle.” Myka felt dizzy with excitement. She’d watched it twice, she’d fantasized about it a hundred times, and now she was going to feel it for herself. But oh God, what was he going to choose?

“Good choice,” he said. “I already promised I’d make your ass pink. You remember that, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” she whispered. “Which will you pick?”

“I’ll surprise you,” he said in a smooth voice, collecting up the things and depositing them in a pile on a small table near the bed. “First, though,” and he paused to pull the panties from her wrists, “let’s start by having you undress fully.”

Myka rubbed the red marks on her wrists as he settled himself in a low chair, legs spread, hands on his thighs. “Take off everything that’s left, Myka. Show me what’s mine tonight. Leave the shoes.”

Myka slowly slid off her shirt, dropped it to the ground. Gabriel held her eyes as she unsnapped her bra and slowly lowered it, and stood there before him, naked except for her shiny heels.

“Nice,” he said, his voice husky. “Beautiful, Myka, you’re fucking gorgeous.” Then he nodded his head towards a chair across the room. “There’s a red tie. Go bring it to me.”

Myka took a step and he shook his head. “Hands and knees.”

“Gabriel, what –” Myka started, stopped as she saw the heat in his eyes.

“I think you know what I mean,” he said. “Don’t you?”

“You want me to crawl?” Myka stood still, her face burning. “Seriously?”

“Do I look like I’m joking?” Gabriel’s voice was light, but his eyes were intense. “You do what I say tonight or you get punished. Are you hoping for a cherry red ass instead of pink? It will be intense for your first time, but I’ll do it.” His smile was wicked, and to Myka, it was also an offer. Did she want the harder spanking? Or not?

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About Alexis Alvarez

Alexis Alvarez is a romance writer, a photographer, an engineer, a dachshund owner, a mother, a reader, and the kind of person who enjoys inappropriate jokes with her family. Her romance book heroines are strong, intelligent women who enjoy submission on their own terms and do not compromise their integrity and feminism. When she’s not travelling or taking pictures, you can find her in her home office, drinking La Croix water and dreaming up new novels.

Find Alexis Alvarez

Website: http://graffitifiction.com/

On Amazon at: www.amazon.com/Alexis-Alvarez/e/B0107LJQEM

On GoodReads at: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14127116.Alexis_Alvarez

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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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Lying to a Man with a Paddle~ WIP It Up!

It's Wednesday and that means WIP It Up!!! Today I am sharing another excerpt from my soon to be released (like in a few days) book Cherished. Ethan is managing his friend's BDSM club while he's on vacation. As a kinky guy, he enjoys the job, but when a woman walks up asking for a scene with him he starts to suspect she's not who she's pretending to be.

Ethan quirked an eyebrow at her, his curiosity rising. She'd come to an exclusive BDSM club, sought out the manager—an experienced dominant—and only requested a spanking. Then, when he'd barely warmed her up, she seemed eager for her experience to end.

Something was up, he couldn't quite place his finger on it, but nothing about this seemed right. He held one of her globes in his hand and squeezed, watching the pink flesh turn white under the pressure. When he released, an imprint of his fingers was left against her skin, quickly disappearing back into a uniformed color. 

"Over?" he asked, adding a disapproving tone to his voice. "My dear, it's only begun. I thought you needed to be punished?" She'd not said those exact words when he'd spoken with her, but he didn't mind stretching the facts to toy with her now.

"Punished?" she asked, her voice cracking at the last syllable.

He picked up the leather paddle and slid it across her ass. She squeaked and jumped as the cool leather met her hot flesh. "Naughty, naughty girl." A pang of guilt was quickly pushed away. He was teasing her, but he had a suspicion she lied, he couldn't let her out of this unscathed. And he needed to know what her game was.

"No!" she shouted.

He froze, the paddle poised in mid-air, ready to give her a hard whack. Was she safewording?

"I'm not a naughty girl, I don't need to be punished." Unlike before, when her lines had seemed rehearsed, she really was begging now, convincing him to change his mind. The panic in her voice should not have made him hard. He should not feel satisfaction at her unease.

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?

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