Cover Reveal: “Beautiful boy” by Grace R. Duncan

If Kyle can get past his fears, he could see what his beloved Master Mal does: a beautiful boy that deserves his collar—and heart.

Beautiful boy
Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, M/M
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover artist: Aaron Anderson
104,000 words
Release date: 11/20

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Blurb:

Malcolm Tate hung up his flogger when his submissive sought out another Dom and landed in the hands of a serial killer. Convinced his lack of dominance sent his sub away, Mal has spent two years blaming himself for what happened. But when his best friend finally convinces him to go back to the local dungeon, Mal’s grateful. Especially when he wins beautiful, submissive, firmly-closeted Kyle Bingham in a charity slave auction.

College grad Kyle hasn’t earned enough to move out of the loft his conservative, homophobic parents bought, much less to buy any of the other things still in their name. When he’s won at auction by the hot, amazing Mal, he’s shocked that anyone would want him. No one else seemed to—not his parents, his former Doms, or any of his disastrous dates.

But Mal does want him and Kyle lets his guard down, only to be outed to his parents. With his world crashing down, he must find a way to trust Mal—and their developing relationship—or risk losing everything.

Author bio:

Grace Duncan grew up with a wild imagination.  She told stories from an early age – many of which got her into trouble.  Eventually, she learned to channel that imagination into less troublesome areas, including fanfiction, which is what has led her to writing male/male erotica.

A gypsy in her own right, Grace has lived all over the United States.  She has currently set up camp in East Texas with her husband and children – both the human and furry kind.

As one of those rare creatures who loves research, Grace can get lost for hours on the internet, reading up on any number of strange and different topics.  She can also be found writing fanfiction, reading fantasy, crime, suspense, romance and other erotica or even dabbling in art.

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Panther Magic by Doris O’Connor with a giveaway

You know that old saying… A picture speaks a thousand words. Never is that truer than when your muse is a very visual creature like mine is. Hot men get her going every time, and this story is no exception. I had no intention of writing this story in fact, until, my search for a Mancandy birthday pic for a friend let me to these two hunks.

zeb an arran

Image provided by Doris O’Connor

Incidentally, if anyone knows who these two are, please let me know in the comments J

Where was I? Oh yes… My friend loved the pic, and some light hearted banter occurred. Was she going to have one or two…. Separately or at the same time…

*grins*

Her husband chirped up saying it sounded like one of my books, and just like that Zeb and Aran Harris jumped into my head, and wouldn’t leave me alone until I told their story.

And, trust me, having not one but two Alpha, Panther Shifter, Doms in my head, I did as I was told—fast!

I’ve learned long ago, never to argue with my characters, especially the Doms. No, sirreee, this little subbie does as she’s told in those circumstances.

You can’t say the same about the heroine of this story, Kate. Experienced submissive she might be, but as those in the lifestyle will know, that certainly doesn’t equal doormat, and Kate is one feisty human.

Kate does not believe in magic, and using animals in their act is just cruel, and she’s not afraid to put that point across. In the end—of course—resistance is futile.

She can’t resist the combined dominance of Arran and Zeb, and when they do get together they ignite the pages.

Prepare to laugh, cry, and fear for them all, when that dreaded council gets involved…panthermagic1m

 

Blurb:

There’s no such thing as magic…

Kate doesn’t believe in it, let alone the panther sort Arran and Zeb Harris are famous for. Using animals in their act is just downright cruel. If only she could convince her libido of that. Instead she seems to have fallen head over heels in lust with those sex-on-legs twin brothers. Getting laid will cure this, surely?

When panther shifters Arran and Zeb scent their mate, they know they’ll have a fight on their hands. The delectable human morsel might be submissive, but Kate has spirit, never mind the small matter she has no idea shifters exist.

They want her submission freely given and not forced upon her by the mysterious mating bond. However, when their panthers kill while rescuing Kate, that bond might well be the only thing to keep them alive.

It’s up to Kate to save her Sirs.

 

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Adult Excerpt:

 

“Sirs, are we going to play—now?” The words came out hesitant, but her breathing sped up when Zeb walked toward her and placed the end of his crop under her chin to nudge her head up. He slowly ran it along her throat, rested it on each of their bite marks and then trailed it along her collarbone and into the valley of her breasts.

“I thought we might, unless you have any objections?”

Kate shook her head and whispered a shaky, “No, Sir.”

“Good girl.” Zeb trailed the tip across her lace covered breasts, and over each nipple in turn, and Kate gasped and tried her best not to squirm.

Arran barely managed to hold in a groan of his own. It was incredibly erotic watching their girl reacting to his brother’s strokes against her flesh. Her skin took on the rosy glow of arousal, and her nipples firmed into hard buds that strained against the delicate blue lace covering them. Zeb nudged her knees apart further with his foot, and traced the tip of the crop over her quivering abdomen and down to her delectable wet pussy. The fabric covering her slit darkened further, and Arran’s nostrils flared as the sweet musk of her arousal filled the air. His cock jerked, and he stroked along his length to give himself some relief.

Zeb looked back at him and smirked, and mimicked Arran’s actions on his own dick. Kate licked her lips when she noticed, and moved toward Zeb, but he brought the riding crop down between her legs. It flicked across her wet slit, and Kate jumped and moaned. It was such a deep throated sound that Arran’s balls drew tight, and he fisted himself harder.

“Such a naughty girl we have. So wet for us already, so eager for a cock, aren’t you? Tell me, wildcat, how badly do you want my cock?”

Zeb took himself in hand more firmly as he spoke to her, and Kate’s gaze seemed riveted to the action of his hand going up and down his shaft. Arran fisted himself faster, as Kate’s pink little tongue dipped out and licked her lips. Drops of pre-cum emerged from the tip of his cock, and he rubbed his thumb over his wet slit, and used the natural lubrication to fist himself harder. It felt way too good, and his grunt of pleasure brought Kate’s attention back to him.

Zeb laughed when he noticed.

“Or perhaps you want my brother’s cock?”

Kate looked between them, and she nodded.

“What’s that, girl? I can’t hear you. Which cock do you want? Mine or Arran’s, or perhaps you want both?”

Arran and Kate both groaned in unison, and Zeb’s grin deepened. His sadistic brother always did get a kick out of playing mind games, and seeing both Arran’s and Kate’s discomfort no doubt turned him on.

“Hmm, perhaps you’ll get your wish, and we’ll fill all your holes today. Would my little wildcat like that?”

A moan was his only answer, and without warning Zeb brought the riding crop down across her thigh. Kate yelped, and a red thin stripe appeared across her pale flesh immediately. Zeb repeated the action to her other leg, and tears sprang into Kate’s eyes, yet her sweet musk increased tenfold, and Arran’s beast near salivated at tasting the bounty between her legs.

“Yes, Sir, please, anything … I’m yours.”

Kate’s whispered reply was music to Arran’s ears, and Zeb winked at him.

“Good girl, you best start with my little brother then. He looks about ready to explode.”

Kate’s gaze sought Arran’s, and the love and need to please that shone out of her right now meant the world to him. She made to rise, but Zeb’s heavy hand on her shoulder stopped her.

“Who said anything about getting up, girl? I want you to crawl, and swing those hips and tits. Give Arran a show, and then suck him good. I don’t want to see a drop of his cum spilled, do you hear me?”

“Yes, Sir.” Kate’s eager reply and the speed with which she complied meant that Arran had to pinch the bottom of his shaft to stop himself from shooting his load like some inexperienced teenager. He was so fucking close already, and judging by the wicked grin on his brother’s face Zeb knew that, too. He mentally flipped his brother the finger, and then concentrated on the poetry in motion that was Kate crawling toward him. With an inherent grace that would have done any cat shifter proud she put one hand in front of the other, and slid her knees across the soft carpet, while swinging her hips from side to side.

Zeb’s face dropped, and he seemed unable to tear his gaze away from her ass. Zeb had always been an ass man, and seeing her pale globes so beautifully presented to him, had to be torture for his brother. Served the bastard right.

All conscious thought fled Arran’s brain when Kate reached him, looked up at him from under her naturally long eyelashes, and smiled.

“Sir? May I please suck your cock?”

 

Story Excerpt:

“Have you actually seen our act?” Arran’s softly spoken question took the wind out of her righteous sails somewhat, and she tried her best to glare at him, too, which lasted all of two seconds under his quiet regard. One eyebrow rose in query, and with his full mouth set in a grim line, he radiated disapproval, and she couldn’t bring herself to hold his gaze. Instead she shook her head, and she dropped it down to his muscle packed chest, which was not helping one iota. Wrenching her gaze upward again, she finally settled for staring at his jaw. Mind you, that, too, was far too distracting, covered as it was in designer stubble. It simply drew her attention to his strong neck and the way his Adam’s apple moved as he spoke, even more softly this time. There was no mistaking the edge to his words though that made her want to sink to her knees and apologize.

She once heard it said that a true Dom didn’t need to raise his voice, and she’d never truly understood that until this moment, and they weren’t even in a scene. Lord help her if they ever were.

“So, tell me, sweet thing, how can you form an opinion on how we treat the animals we use if you’ve never seen us in action?”

Kate wanted the ground to swallow her up whole. He had a point there, she guessed, but, bugger it all to hell and back if she was going to admit that.

She settled for shrugging her shoulders, and jumped when Zeb grasped her chin and thus gave her no choice but to look up at him.

“Give us the courtesy of looking at us when you condemn us without knowing all the facts, girl. Shrugging your shoulders like that is downright rude, and I think you know what happens to rude girls. If you think yourself safe from recriminations, because we’re in a public space, then think again. I have no compunction of putting you over my knee right now.”

Natasha’s loud gasp broke the tense moment, and Zeb smiled and released her as abruptly as he had grasped her.

“Sorry, Sir.” Kate had to murmur that quiet apology, when the loss of his touch on her skin left her curiously at sea. Approval flashed across his far too handsome features, and Kate got the oddest sensation when she stared into his eyes. They seemed to briefly flash to a soft, glowing yellow, before she blinked, and she looked back into their more usual warm chestnut.

“However, Sir,” she said and Zeb frowned and Arran gave a short laugh, and shook his head in what seemed to be wry amusement. “You are not my Dom. I have not agreed to a scene, and if you tried to put me over your knee in any way shape or form without my agreement, public space or not, I’d have you up for an assault charge faster than you can say poor mistreated cat.”

There, put that in your pipe and smoke it.

Kate crossed her arms again, in an effort to hide her trembling hands, and focused on Natasha, instead of the two overbearing hunks in front of her. Despite her insides churning like clothes on a spin cycle, her lips twitched at the open mouthed expression on her friend’s face.

Talk about giving her a demonstration to prove the point that submissive didn’t equal doormat. They’d had that discussion only this morning on their way over to the spa. Then again, Kate was the first to admit that she was a rather bratty sub at the best of times.

“She’s got you there, bro.” Arran’s amused voice brought Kate’s attention back to him, and she lost herself in the smile he gave her. That smile alone would guarantee that most females would drop their knickers in an instant Not that she was most females, and besides she wasn’t wearing knickers. Bikini bottoms didn’t count, surely.

“I fear we’ve started off on the wrong foot somewhat, and for that I apologize, Kate.” He looked across at his brother and some sort of silent communication seemed to occur between the two men, because Zeb nodded, and he, too smiled, showing a set of even white teeth that must make his dentist very proud of him.

Kate groaned at her thought processes. This was beyond ridiculous, really. Why did these two get to her so much?

“There is an easy way of remedying this situation, however,” Arran said. “We would very much like to invite you to come and see one of our performances, as our VIP guests. You and Natasha both.”

He nodded at Natasha, and for the second time in the last few minutes, Kate’s friend looked as though she was going to have a heart attack.

“Oh, my, really? We’d love to come, wouldn’t we, Kate? Oh, this is so kind of you, really. Kate will be there, won’t you?”

It was on the tip of Kate’s tongue to deny this assumption, but the way Natasha implored her with her big feline eyes meant that she couldn’t, so instead she just gave a tight nod. Natasha’s squeal rang in her ears, and the two men’s tight shoulders relaxed. She hadn’t even noticed how tense they had become until that moment, and Kate briefly wondered why this seemed to mean so much to them, before she was pulled into a bear hug by Natasha.

“Thank you, you’ll love it, you’ll see.” Natasha’s whisper in her ear did nothing to quell the churning in her tummy when she looked across at the two men. Cat that got the cream sprang to mind, and she forced a smile on her lips, when Natasha finally released her, and Zeb and Arran made their goodbyes.

Heat flared up her arms when they both took one of her hands each and bending over them kissed them in an old fashioned gesture that made Kate want to swoon like a Regency heroine in the historical romance novels she liked to read.

“Until we meet again,” Arran said.

“I’ll look forward to your proper apology then, girl.”

Kate tried to snatch her hand away at Zeb’s outrageous words, but he held firm until she stopped struggling. Only then did he release her hand after he turned it over and dropped a lingering kiss on the rapidly beating pulse in her wrist.

With a smirk to send her bikini bottoms aflame he winked at her, and left her to stare after the departing forms of him and his twin.

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Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get.  From contemporary to paranormal, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

Happily married for the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.

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Bound by Desire by Tempeste O’Riley

Bound by Desire

by Tempeste O’Riley

Desires Entwined series #1.75
M/M Erotic Contemporary BDSM Romance
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: May 30th 2014 (ebook)
Length: Short

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Part of the Desires Entwined series – Ideally read between Designs of Desire and Desires’ Guardian.

Despite his past abuse, James has come to terms with his relationship with his Dom and lover Seth. Seth treats James with all the trust and love his sub desires. There is only one thing left to do to make it all complete: Seth needs to put a collar on James.

About the Author:

Tempeste O’Riley is an out and proud omnisexual / bi-woman whose best friend growing up had the courage to do what she couldn’t–defy the hate and come out. He has been her hero ever since.

Tempe is a hopeless romantic that loves strong relationships and happily-ever-afters. Though new to writing M/M, she has done many things in her life, though writing has always drawn her back–no matter what else life has thrown her way. She counts her friends, family, and Muse as her greatest blessings in life. She lives in Wisconsin with her children, reading, writing, and enjoying life.

Tempe is also a proud PAN member of Romance Writers of America®, Rainbow Romance Writers, and WisRWA. Learn more about Tempeste and her writing at http://tempesteoriley.com.

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Crutches and Ring Splints? What’s that got to do with romance…

Morning everyone! I’m thrilled to be here at Nikki Prince’s author blog. Today I’m going to talk a little about the ring splints you see on the books cover an the crutches from the blurb (see below, :c) ). You see, my knowledge of EDS, the genetic disorder James has, is not just from internet research. Nor is my knowledge of forearm crutch. I too have EDS, use crutches to walk, and honestly should have the splints on a couple of fingers—similar to what you see on the cover. Did I mention how much I love the cover Reese Dante created for my guys?

Anyway, the point is that I know what it’s like to be seen for your assistive aids instead of for who you are and that is one of James’s biggest problems. He hates that people see his “sticks” instead of him. He’s given up on finding his prince and on love for himself in general.

Seth Burns however is not a man that cares about such trifles. If he sees something in you he likes, then that’s it. Period. The catch is convincing James that he’s serious and that he’ll not turn into another monster… like his previous partners have.

So what do ring splints and forearm crutches have to do with romance? Everything! We all have hurts and fears, James’s are just a little more noticeable than most. Besides, why can’t the physically challenged but wonderful man get his HEA? In Designs of Desire you get to travel along with James as he learns that his disabilities are not what define him… his heart is.

I hope I’ve interested you in my first story with Dreamspinner Press. James and Seth can’t wait to share their story with you (warning, they love the readers to visit their bedroom too, lol)!

Designs of Desire
by Tempeste O’Riley
M/M Erotic Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: July 29th 2013
Length: Novel

Artist James Bryant has forearm crutches in every color from rainbow for fun to sleek black for business. He even has a pair with more paint splatters than metal. After his family’s rejection and abuse from a man he thought loved him, James only just gets through the day by painting. He lives in constant fear that he’s not worthy of anything, let alone love.

As CEO of his company, Carrington Enterprises, Seth Burns is a take-charge kind of guy, and he is instantly smitten by the artist helping with his newest project. When he witnesses James suffer a panic attack, a protective instinct he never knew he had kicks in. He truly believes nothing is unobtainable—including James—if he’s willing to put in the time and effort.

James is shy and confused by Seth’s interest in him as a person. With Seth’s support, can he work through his fears to finally find the true love he deserves, or will someone finally land the crushing blow he won’t survive?

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Once you’ve read over everything and start your designing, I want you to visit the site we chose for the first hotel. It’s here in Milwaukee, so it shouldn’t be too far for you. Would you be ready by Friday?” At James’s accord, Seth opened his briefcase and began pulling out folders and large manila envelopes and setting them in front of James. He paused, peered up at James, and blinked hard. “I should call someone to carry these things for you,” he mumbled, glancing at the items and toward James’s crutches. “You can’t fit all this in your bag.”

James pinched the bridge of his nose while counting to ten in his head. Why do they always see the sticks instead of me? “Mr. Burns.”

“Seth, please,” he interrupted, giving James a soft smile.

“Seth, Chase acts as my assistant when needed. He will tend to anything I can’t transfer up to my office personally. There is no need to be concerned.”

A strange look flashed across Seth’s face, but his expression quickly returned to his previous in-command smile. “Very good then.”

They chatted a bit about ideas and plans before Seth shifted his coat sleeve back to check his watch. With a slight frown, he said, “Well, I need to head back to the office. I will leave this all in your fine hands, James. Please call me here.” He pulled out his business card and wrote something on the back. “I look forward to our next meeting.”

Seth held out his hand. James flexed his fingers and clasped the offering. He knew this was for work, but somehow it felt different this time. Warm and strong, the grip shot tingles up his arm. Seth seemed to hold on a little longer than necessary for business needs. It had been so long since a man touched him, at least without violence or pain. James shook off the thought he might be interested. Beautiful men like Seth didn’t waste their time on guys like him. Besides, he wasn’t certain he wanted to go down such a painful road again.

James stood in the doorway, watching Seth saunter out the main doors, wishing for something, though not really sure what.

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Tempeste O’Riley is an out and proud omnisexual / bi-woman whose best friend growing up had the courage to do what she couldn’t–defy the hate and come out. He has been her hero ever since.

Tempe is a hopeless romantic that loves strong relationships and happily-ever-afters. Though new to writing M/M, she has done many things in her life, though writing has always drawn her back–no matter what else life has thrown her way. She counts her friends, family, and Muse as her greatest blessings in life. She lives in Wisconsin with her children, reading, writing, and enjoying life.

Tempe is also a proud member of Romance Writers of America® and Rainbow Romance Writers. Learn more about Tempeste and her writing at http://tempesteoriley.com.

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Hot Femdom Action by Lucy Felthouse

The 30th July brings a new release from me, a seriously hot femdom novella from Secret Cravings Publishing. Testing Tom is pretty hardcore BDSM, and I had a ton of fun writing it. Here’s the skinny:

When Katrina’s ex, Tom, turns up on her doorstep, he’s literally the last person she was expecting to see. After dumping her and running off with a vanilla chick, Tom broke the Domme’s heart and left her seriously hurting. So when he returns, begging for another chance, Katrina is understandably very confused and protective of her bruised feelings. She finds it very difficult to believe that he’s turned his back on a vanilla lifestyle for good and wants to be with her, a professional dominatrix. Rather than letting her head or her heart figure out what to do, whether to forgive him, she decides to put Tom through a series of challenges that will prove his devotion to her—or not. Testing Tom is not something she’d ever expected she’d have to do, but to her, it’s the only way she can be sure whether he’s back for good.

Excerpt:

Katrina was halfway through an episode of her favorite drama series when her doorbell rang. She jumped, gasping as her heart lurched painfully, then pressed ‘pause’ on the remote control. Wincing slightly as she unfolded her legs from beneath her bottom—she’d been watching the program back-to-back for a couple of hours and she was stiff—she moved to the window and peered out through a gap in the curtains, careful not to let the mystery visitor see her, should she need to ignore them. Cold callers were common in her area, and drove her crazy. If she wanted to buy something, she’d contact them, not the other way around.

As it happened, it wasn’t a salesperson. She ducked back from the window, clenched her hands into fists.

“What the fuck is he doing here?”

He was literally the last person she’d expected to see standing at her door. Prince William or George Clooney would have been less of a shock.

For there, outside her house, stood the man that had broken her heart several months ago. Thomas Black. She hadn’t seen hide nor hair of him since, and now, totally out of the blue, he’d turned up.

Katrina contemplated ignoring him, going back to her show and pretending she wasn’t in. But apparently that wasn’t an option.

“I know you’re there, Katrina,” he yelled through the letterbox, “your car is on the drive, and I can see the glow of the telly through the curtains.”

Katrina decided it was time to get thicker curtains. Not wanting to cause a scene, which her nosey neighbors would no doubt adore, she moved to the front door, unlocked it and flung it open.

“Get in,” she said, quickly closing the door behind him, then turning to face her unwanted visitor. “What the hell do you want?”

He held his hands up in supplication, then spoke. “Look, I know I’m probably the last person you expected to see—wanted to see—but I have to talk to you. Please?”

He adopted the puppy-dog look he’d long-since perfected. Katrina sighed.

“You’ve got five minutes. Sit down.”

They moved over to the sitting area, and Katrina deliberately sat in the chair, so Tom couldn’t sit next to her. Settling onto the end of the sofa nearest to her, he clasped his hands together, presumably to summon his courage, and began.

“Kat, I’m here to say I’m sorry, all right? I was wrong, so wrong, to finish with you the way I did and go off with Alicia.”

“She dumped you, has she?” Katrina clenched her teeth, and felt the rage beginning to build inside her. If Tom thought he could come running back to her because his bimbo had ditched him, then he had another think coming.

“No,” he said firmly, and, she suspected, honestly. “I finished with her, actually. When I realized that I wasn’t happy with her. She never made me feel the way you do, Kat. Not once. And I know, I know it’s my fault. I wanted something… different from what we had, or at least I thought I did. I couldn’t help thinking at the time that what we did was wrong, was weird. Abnormal, even. So when Alicia started flirting with me at work, I started thinking perhaps I should try for something normal. Like everybody else out there.”

He fixed her with his soulful gaze, and continued. “But I couldn’t have been more wrong. Yes, Alicia offered me normality, a vanilla relationship, but I soon discovered it couldn’t satisfy me. Sure, she could make me come in all the usual ways—”

“Ugh, I don’t want to hear this, Tom. I don’t want to hear about your sex life with someone else!”

“Sorry, Kat. Please, just let me finish?”

When she gave a curt nod, he carried on speaking.

“Alicia could make me come in all the usual ways—I am just a man, after all—but it wasn’t the same. Wasn’t as good. It wasn’t long before I started to miss you, miss what we had together, both in and out of the bedroom. I ignored it for as long as I could, forced myself to make the effort with Alicia, but it just got to the stage where I couldn’t do it anymore. Couldn’t ignore what I was, what I enjoyed, what I needed. And that’s you, Kat. I need you, and everything that goes with you.”

As a Domme, Katrina had become an expert in hiding her feelings, whether she was aroused, angry, happy, sad… it was all stuffed behind a stern facial expression. Now, though, she almost faltered. When Tom had left her, she’d remained cool and silent until the door had slammed. Then she’d broken down. She’d been deeply in love with him, and his decision had left her devastated. Months down the line, her love for him hadn’t faded, not one bit, and the fact that he was here, right now, apparently trying to get her back, was something she’d never expected. She didn’t know whether to laugh, cry or throw something at him.

She didn’t do any of those things. She kept her face straight, her thoughts whizzing through her head at a hundred miles per hour. Eventually, after letting him squirm in his seat for a minute or so, she replied. “So what exactly are you saying, Tom? What do you want?” She knew the answer, but she wanted to make him suffer, the way he had done to her after ditching her for something, someone, that could never

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Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over seventy publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include Best Bondage Erotica 2012 and 2013, and Best Women’s Erotica 2013. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies. She owns Erotica For All, and is book editor for Cliterati. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

Breaking Bethany by Anna Keraleigh

[Siren Allure: Erotic Alternative Sci-Fi Consensual BDSM ak-breakingbethany-fullRomance, F/F, whipping, sex toys, HEA]

"Looking to buy a slave? Looking to sell one? Come to the place where sex slaves are traded and purchased without fear of the law. We have men, women, and mutants available. There are shops with all the latest toys and devices for your property. Come to the Central Hub, a place of Darkness and Desire."

Bethany is on a mission to the Central Hub. She must save her sister, who is kidnapped by slavers. However, there’s a problem, two actually. One is Clarin, the woman who’s going to break her into submission so they can get into the hub. The slave training is making her body hyperaware of the feeling she’s having for Clarin. The second is searching the huge spaceport filled with depraved and delicious masters while trying to pass for a submissive herself.

Can they find Bethany’s sister before she’s sold?

A Siren Erotic Romance

Excerpt:

Clarin tried not to show how excited she was. Her core was creaming. Her nipples had hardened long ago. “Take off your panties.” Clarin held her breath, taking in the sight of Bethany bending over, pulling the white fabric down, and stepping from them. “Stand.” Bethany spread her legs, and Clarin nearly keeled over from yearning. There Bethany was, so totally naked, vulnerable, and looking like a freaking Goddess. She was beautiful. Beyond that no word could describe Bethany. She had a small landing strip of blonde hair and two pouty lower lips. It looked like they were wet. Was she excited by the training? Clarin dragged her hand down Bethany’s torso, stopping to circle her belly button. Her hand eased between Bethany’s legs. Clarin clenched her own thighs as her fingertips touched Bethany’s flesh. The virgin was indeed wet. Clarin slipped a finger into Bethany’s slit and eased a single finger inside her core. Delightful. Clarin pulled her finger out and brought it to her lips. “Clean it.”

Bethany opened her eyes, glanced at the finger, and then proceeded to lick Clarin’s finger. She hadn’t hesitated much. “Good. No waiting, no taking a breath. When an order is given, you obey.”

Bethany nodded and licked her bottom lip.

“Did you like the taste of yourself?”

She nodded slowly.

Clarin took the whip and placed the end against her nipple. One little flick of her wrist and the bright whip rasped across Bethany’s nipple. She cried out, although she didn’t back away. Clarin did the same to her other nipple, and this time she groaned. “Sit on the box.”

Bethany hurried to abide.

“Arms under breasts, legs spread wide, and ass on the edge.” As Clarin gave instructions, Bethany adjusted her position, and when she was done, she looked perfect. “Well, well. Don’t you look like a well-trained slave.” Clarin walked up to Bethany, flicking her hard nipple and caressing her cheek. Bethany was creaming. Clarin could see the moisture seep from between her legs, and it made her own core clench. Clarin took the whip to her thigh, quick and hard.

Bethany jerked, her lips parted to gasp, but she did not make a single sound.

“Excellent.” Clarin stroked her thigh, and her hand slid lower. She couldn’t seem to resist those pretty nether lips. Bethany’s eyes were wide, watching as Clarin pushed her finger inside. She jerked slightly when Clarin added another finger. Two digits piercing Bethany’s core. What Clarin wouldn’t give to have her tongue there, but a master did not please a slave. Such thoughts and actions would blow their cover on the mission. Clarin stood straight, pulled her shirt off, and revealed her breasts. They were about the same size as Bethany’s but slightly tanner. Clarin did have artificial sun on the ship. “I want you to suck my nipple.”

Bethany leaned forward, and without hesitation, she took the hard peak into her mouth.

Oh. My. Clarin couldn’t think as Bethany began to handle the sensitive skin. She started out timid, light, and then she began to suckle Clarin’s nipple in earnest. It felt wonderful, and Clarin closed her eyes to enjoy the sensation. “The other one.” Bethany switched, giving her breasts gratification and her body a boost in lust. Clarin opened her eyes to look at Bethany. The whip cracked down on her shoulder, and she cried out against Clarin’s nipple, but she continued sucking. Clarin took the sting to her thigh, right across the meaty part, and Bethany hissed out a breath. Clarin pulled away, her nipple tightening at the sudden lack of warmth. Her shoes were toed off instantly, and Clarin unbelted her pants. She used the whip again. First across Bethany’s torso then her breasts and finally her thighs. Each strike made Bethany jerk, and she seemed to cream more. Perhaps she was meant to be a submissive. Bethany sure as hell was good at it.

Clarin pulled her pants down, shrugging out of them until all she wore was a pair of black panties and a whip. This time Clarin moved closer, spread her legs slightly. “Lick me.”

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Author Bio:

Anna delved into lesbian stories at the insistence of her girlfriend and found the fit perfect!
She fell in love with the erotica genre the moment she read her first naughty novel. Anna invites you into her world of fantasy where anything is possible.
When she’s not writing she enjoys swimming, reading on the deck or trying to save her fish from her cat. (They have a love / hate relationship.)

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Dark Tales Diaries by London Saint James

Dark Tales Diaries: Volume Two

 by

London Saint James

 DTD2

Blackthorn Printing made a splash in the publishing world with the introduction of Dark Tales Diaries, yet despite his efforts, Tristan Blackthorn isn’t any closer to finding the woman he seeks. Unwilling to give up on his lost love, his search for Keira continues in Volume Two.

 

A voyeuristic moment leads an astronomy professor and his assistant to a steamy endeavor on The Observation Deck.

 

An invitation for cocktails has the reclusive woman who lives in 204-B pondering why the handsome, wealthy owner of her building would invite her to anything. Does she have enough guts to go to The Top Floor?

 

And a Maestro strikes the right cord with a young and talented cellist who is trying to find her passion.

 

 

 

Be Warned: voyeurism, bondage, spanking, sex toys, anal sex

 

Adult Excerpt:

 

“Come on, Tristan,” Keira said, giggling playfully as she shut her diary.

 

“What new story have you added? One of love? Intrigue? A tale of the forbidden?” I inquired while eyeing the leather bound book.

 

Keira laid it aside, and rose to her feet. “I’ll read them to you, someday.”

 

She slipped out of her white cotton dress, leaving her sandals in the wake of snow-colored material at my feet. I leaned my back against the trunk of the tree, pretending to rest, but in truth, rest was the furthest thing from my mind.

 

Keira twirled on the ball of her foot, more graceful than any dancer.

 

“Do that again,” I said.

 

The sun broke through the leaves on the trees, and set her long raven tresses into brilliant highlights that shimmered in deepened shades of blue-black. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She alone encapsulated perfection, with her small, pert breasts slightly covered by her long hair, and when she moved, the gumdrop point of a pale-pink nipple peeked through some of the strands. She raised her arms above her head, giving me a full view of her extended frame, and did something of a provocative pirouette before turning to face the pond.

 

Her slender waist gave way to rounded hips that swayed seductively as she tiptoed, nude, toward the edge of the water. She stuck one toe in, and looked at me over her slender shoulder. Her jewel-green eyes penetrated my soul.

 

Keira twisted her long hair up, and used the dark pieces that fell from her fingers to weave her tresses into a tied-off knot, freeing the canvas of her back. The dappled shade that fell from one of the overhanging branches caressed the curve of her spine like a long lost lover, and in that instant I wanted to kiss the dimples above her heart-shaped ass. The thought stirred up something much more primal.

 

“Are you coming?” she asked.

 

When Keira licked the plumpness of her lips, my cock ached for her.

 

“Definitely,” I said, and stood from my shaded spot under the oak, toeing off my shoes in a hurry, before ridding myself of my shirt and pants.

 

Once free of my clothing, I bounded toward her. She grinned and jumped before my hand made contact with her arm. I wasted no time, and followed in behind her. Our heads popped to the surface in unison, with her joyous laughter filling the air.

 

“I bet you can’t catch me,” she taunted in a cutesy voice before diving beneath the murky pool.

 

I studied the trail of bubbles and waves she made, guessing where she might come up, then made my way onto the grassy bank, crossed over the plank bridge, and hopped into the water off the south bank. When she resurfaced, I snatched her up.

 

“Got you,” I said, and placed a kiss to her lips.

 

She wiggled. Her moist mouth left mine. “No fair, Tristan. You were supposed to swim and catch me, not cheat, and wait until I ran out of air.”

 

“You never outlined the rules. And besides, I play to win.”

 

Keira, shook her head. Water rolled along her nose, over her parted lips, and down her chin before the wandering drop found its home in the pond.

 

“I know you do,” she said, rubbing her nose against mine. “That’s one of the things I love about you.”

 

“What else do you love about me?”

 

“I’m not telling.”

 

I placed my lips to her tempting neck, traced a line with the tip of my nose to the end of her ear, and sucked her lobe into my mouth. “What if I persuade you to tell me?”

 

She moaned my name, and draped her arms around my neck. “Don’t stop doing that, and I might be persuaded.”

 

Keira wrapped her long legs around my waist. The head of my hard cock slipped between our two intertwined bodies. She pressed herself against me, tighter. Warmth worked its way through my essence as I slid my manhood in-between her parted lower lips. I wanted to explore all of her with my hands, my dick, and my mouth. One hand remained on the back of her slim neck while the other left her lower back to discover the wonder of her ass. Flames, not water lapped at my skin with a desire beyond words.

 

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Dark Tales Diaries Vol one

Dark Tales Diaries: Volume One

 

For years, Tristan Blackthorn has toiled to find his lost love. He finally decides to use Blackthorn Printing, along with his newly created Dark Tales Diaries, as a way to find herWill her story be one of the three tales in Volume One?

Mistress Guinevere’s calling card is her Red Stilettos. She specializes in a particular fetish and always maintains her control, until a man from her past returns to test her will.

 

A recently divorced woman experiences the effects of empty nest syndrome after her twins head off to college. With the clock ticking away, she decides it’s far past time to seek out something that has always eluded her. Will she find what she’s looking for withThe Leather’s Edge?

 

And a bored computer programmer learns what it’s like to feel sexual freedom after being bound by a Master in Safe Word.

Be Warned: bondage, anal sex, sex toys, fetish

 

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About London:

 

London wrote her first short story in the second grade.  Her teacher informed her parents London had a big imagination, but having a big imagination wasn’t necessarily a good thing as far as he was concerned.  Without watering that seed of imagination, London placed her vivid characters, her childhood stories, along with her imagination on the shelf, where they would wither for a while.  At the urging of her eighth grade English teacher, London pulled her imagination off that shelf, and wrote her second short story.  To no surprise, it was a love story inspired by a song.  Then as life does, it moves on, so yet again London placed her imagination on the shelf to wither for a while.  She needed to do the “sensible thing.”

 

The sensible thing earned London a degree in Psychology, but while in college she traversed into writing once more, and was encouraged by a couple of professors to pursue that endeavor.  She took on the world of written word, and has never looked back.

 

London writes erotic romance from sweet to downright naughty.  She is an author for Evernight Publishing, a member of the Romance Writers of America, and a member of Passionate Ink.

 

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Truth Be Told by Tamsin Baker

“How was the wedding last night?” Liam began spooning noodles onto Patrick’s plate and then put some on his own. “This smells awesome.”

Patrick sat and began dividing the satays between them.

“Yeah, lucky they make it so hot or it wouldn’t have made the trip still warm. The wedding was good. My first cousin, Amelia, was the bride. My mum spent the whole night pushing me towards her friends.”

A burning jealousy gripped Liam’s insides but he forced himself to smile. “So, you picked up then?”

Patrick paused, chicken satay halfway to his mouth, then burst out laughing. “You think I … Are you kidding?” He continued to laugh.

Liam threw a butterfly into his mouth, the fried batter causing him to almost choke. He wasn’t used to such rich foods.

Patrick stood up and moved towards him around the table. Liam tilted up his face and was rewarded with a quick kiss before Patrick sat back down, still chortling.

“Liam, I may not be out of the closet, but I haven’t been able to get it up for a woman in almost ten years.”

Liam relaxed. He’d worried for a moment that he was dealing with more than he could handle. He could compete well with other men, but if Patrick was truly bi- he didn’t really stand a chance. “Good, then you won’t be tired for me.”

“Tired?” Patrick groaned and took a long swig of his soft drink. “The only reason I’m tired is because I couldn’t sleep without you.”

Liam watched in fascination as his lover shut his mouth with an audible snap and blushed brightly. It looked like he hadn’t meant to share that piece of information.

Maybe Patrick would feel less embarrassed if he shared something too? “I pulled myself off thinking about you last night. How your mouth felt around me, how hot your cock was, everything.” He felt his cock thicken in his jeans whilst he said the words, he wanted Patrick now.

Patrick set his fork down and opened his lips to draw a bigger breath, his pupils even dilated.

Liam stood up first and walked around the small table. He reached down and pulled Patrick up to him. Once level, face to face, he thrust his pelvis into Patrick’s and felt the hard ridge along his fly. Thank God he wasn’t the only one affected.

“I have missed you. How crazy is that?”

Liam couldn’t stop the honest words. He had never wanted anyone with this much intensity before.

In answer, Patrick’s hands slid up under his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. Then he ducked his head and sucked on one of Liam’s nipples. Liam moaned as sharp teeth grazed his sensitive flesh. Patrick straightened again and Liam pulled at the boring white t-shirt which he hated.

Liam looked his lover straight in the eye, “You better not want to top tonight, because I need your arse.”

Patrick kicked his feet out of his shoes and dropped his jeans to the floor.

Commando. Awesome.

Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Patrick looked him up and down, “We could take turns again.”

Liam laughed and dropped his own jeans. They pooled around his ankles and he quickly stepped out of them. “If you’re still hard after I fuck you, then be my guest.”

He arched an eyebrow at his lover. Challenge set.

They both moved at the same time. Arms went around each other, lips fusing together. Their tongues thrust, dueling for supremacy as they showed their passion for one another with actions rather than words.

Liam pulled back, panting and held out his hand. He really needed to keep lube and condoms in every room of his house.

Patrick took it without question and followed him into the bedroom.

He went to get a condom but Patrick stopped him. “Allow me.”

His lover ripped open the foil and pulled out the rubber, then carefully rolled it onto him. Liam sighed in bliss.

Patrick poured the lube into his hand and rubbed his cock well. “How do you want me lover? Top gets to choose.”

Liam wanted him right now, he didn’t really care how. But he did like seeing Patrick’s face while they fucked.

“Let’s try the position we left out the other day.”

Patrick looked at him, confusion written all over his face.

Liam lay down in the middle of the bed, his cock pointing up, hard and aching to feel Patrick. “Come sit on me.”

He put his arms out and beckoned to his lover. He was beyond patience. If Patrick didn’t hurry then he would be just bending him over the bed and driving into him over and over again.

“You want me to mount you?”

Liam beckoned again with his hands, “Come here. You’ll like it.”

Eyebrows still furrowed, Patrick crawled across the bed and swung his leg over Liam’s waist.

The warmth and weight of Patrick’s arse was heaven. Liam reached up and began to stroke Patrick’s hard cock. Such a nice, thick dick. He could easily get used to having this all the time.

“So, what about you, Liam?” Patrick asked as he leaned forward into Liam’s grip and lubed up his own arse.

“Me?” He was falling into space, his pleasure at feeling Patrick’s weight, touching his cock, and looking into those beautiful brown eyes were shutting off the rest of his brain.

“Did you pick up the past few nights at your club?”

Liam laughed and let go of Patrick’s cock. He wrapped both hands around his lover’s waist and lifted him up, positioning him right over his own cock. “Lower yourself down. I’m going crazy here.”

Patrick reached under him and positioned the pole he was to be impaled upon.

“Tell me, Liam.”

Liam scowled, trying to thrust up, but Patrick held him back.

What was the question? His mind cleared as though blown out by a leaf blower.

“Patrick, I don’t want anyone else but you.”

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Tamsin Baker read sexy romance for years, skipping the story to find the ‘good bits’. When she found Erotic romance and Erotica, it was like coming home to people who understood what she needed in her books. When it was time to write, the world expanded and she knew this was what she wanted to do forever.


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Meet Jorja Lovett

Under the Dom’s ThrallUTDT

Blurb

Life isn’t full of unicorns and rainbows for ICU nurse, Jade McKenna. Until a handsome stranger talks her down from the rooftop and into his bed, whisking her away into a night full of lust and excitement.

Isaac Cairns is drawn to the soulful Jade. She seems the perfect foil to his Dom and he can’t wait to taste her submission.

But will his dark secret send her running, or help her learn to live in the moment?

Excerpt

"How far are you willing to go for me, Jade?"

"I am yours to command, Master." It felt good to hand over all responsibility for her actions to someone else.

Isaac winced. Not the reaction she expected. "Don’t call me Master. It makes me sound like some sort of B-Movie cliché. I’ll admit it, I like to dominate in the bedroom, but I’d prefer it if you’d call me Sir."

"Yes, Sir." Reality drew further and further away, until cautious, boring Jade gave way to her daring alter ego.

Isaac stripped off his clothes, giving her an unimpeded view of his well-sculpted physique. If a man was going to be immortal, this was definitely the body he wanted for eternity. With perfect slabs of muscle dissecting his torso, and thighs of steel, this man had been preserved in his prime. Her eyes followed the treasure trail of hair from his navel down to the thick erect cock standing proudly and claiming her total attention.

He advanced on her, causing Jade’s inner prude to squeal and pass out, leaving the all-new Isaac-controlled sex doll in her place. She yielded as his mouth took possession of hers and let the momentum carry her up against the closed door. Whilst hands journeyed along the curve of her waist, his tongue explored her mouth, demanding her complete surrender.

Sandwiched between the solid wood door and Isaac’s rock hard body, Jade’s fragility was all too apparent, but she never felt threatened by her partner’s confidence. Those wayward hands travelled up her body, skimming her breasts past her distended nipples, and raising her arm above her head. The tight hold of his fingers around her wrist flooded her pussy with arousal as he displayed his strength and she was somewhat dismayed when his grip loosened, to be replaced with a softer binding.

On closer inspection she found her wrist held by some sort of black fabric. Isaac proceeded to fasten her other arm in a second restraint. "What the hell?"

The lascivious grin he gave her made her thankful for the supports keeping her suddenly weak body upright. "We need to set a few ground rules, Jade. Although I like to be in control, I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with. If at any time you want me to stop, we can use a safe word."

It seemed a tad too late to worry about her personal safety when she was naked and tied to a stranger’s bedroom door. Nonetheless, she blurted out the first thing that came into her head. "Holy water."

Probably the least effective vampire repellent of those she’d seen on TV, but it was a warning she hoped not to have to use.

He simply smiled. "Holy water it is, then. I also ask that you do everything I say. It is all to your benefit. However, if you should choose to ignore me, it will result in a punishment."

"What kind of punishment?" Jade’s stomach rolled at the darkening of his brown eyes.

"That is for me to decide, and you to enjoy."

Oh, Lord! Why is the threat of violence making me horny?

With painfully slow speed, his hands drifted back down her torso, stopping this time to pay homage to her suddenly heavy breasts. His long, cool fingers rolled her nipples into tight buds of need, ripe for the plucking. Incapacitated for the foreseeable future, there was nothing she could do about the trickle of her juices escaping along her inner thigh.

Isaac dipped his head and captured one nipple in a too-short courtship with his mouth, before heading due south. Jade squirmed in her restraints and tensed, but, totally at his mercy she couldn’t prevent him from going down on her. Even if she wanted to.

"You are not to come unless I expressly give you permission. Do you understand?" Isaac knelt between her legs and Jade thought she might spontaneously combust at the sight.

She nodded meekly and sucked in a shaky breath as Isaac took her weight on his shoulders. With her legs draped over his back, her buttocks in the palms of her hands, and her pussy on the end of his tongue, she surrendered her body completely.

She quivered as he buried himself between her legs, his tongue parting her pussy lips to delve inside. The earlier warning faded with every long stroke his tongue lavished around her clit. Her body thrummed with the essence of her own sexuality — a selfish state, where nothing mattered except the overwhelming bliss taking hold of her. With no physical means to halt the progress of her climax, and no apparent willpower, her body defied the order to abstain. Jade came with a powerful burst of molten release.

Isaac waited until he’d drawn every last delicious tremble from her before he scolded her. "I told you not to come."

The menace in his eyes sent her pulse skipping into orbit. "I’m sorry, Sir."

"You must be punished for disobeying me." He reached up to untie her wrists, grazing his body against her still-swollen nipples.

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The Wolf on the Hill – Blurb

Can two stubborn wolf shifters let down their guards long enough to take a chance on love?

Lone wolf Caleb Jackson is only back in town long enough to sell his late father’s house, and the bad memories with it. He never expected to find his mate.

Good girl Mia Blake never behaves badly. Except for the time she shifts into her wolf, chases a stranger through Olcan Hills, and has the hottest sex of her life on the forest floor.

He has no desire to settle down. She is afraid to upset her family. But, with someone determined to destroy Caleb’s inheritance, and his secret fling with Mia getting hot and heavy, moving on isn’t as easy as he’d hoped.

Can either of them let down their guards long enough to take a chance on love?

Raven McAllan’s- Will You Dance Miss Laurence?

Raven’s Ramblings on how an accidental eavesdropping gave me the idea for Will You Dance Miss Laurence?

A while ago a germ of an idea came to me as I was sitting on a plane on my way back from Hong Kong. (name dropping lol) I overheard someone talking about dancing, and how what they’d seen was more like sex than the rumba! That got my mind whirling.

Will You Dance Miss Laurence? was the result…

Blurb…

Dancing lessons were supposed to be fun, but who ever heard of attending them without your knickers on?

Shibari Master Ryan is intrigued by Ava, so when his cousin asks a favor, he is only too happy to help Ava out of the rut she says she is in.

Will her past allow her to enjoy his bondage, or will true submission prove a step too much?

And a wee tease…

"I expect you to answer me, Ava. You did it so beautifully when we last met. ‘Yes, Sir’ will be the proper response. So, I ask again, are you ready for your first lesson?" She swallowed and Ryan guessed she was wondering if she did indeed want what lesson he could teach her. He could almost read her mind, her face was so expressive.

"Um…" She blinked several times and rubbed her hands down her skirt. Damp palms perhaps? That’s good.

"Yes, I think so. Oh, er, Sir." The last word tumbled out as if she was worried he would walk away without the title. Ryan chose to ignore her hesitation.

"Good, take off your dress." He folded his arms, as he wondered how she would react to such a direct command.

"Eh?" A soft rosy glow suffused her cheeks.

"You heard. Take it off or walk away. Your choice. From now you do as I say." He didn’t elaborate. He knew it would be no such scenario. Any person could negotiate a scene, and if they chose to, then walk away. His stark order might be cruel, but Ryan was intrigued just how Ava would react. He had a feeling that under her quiet demeanor was a hot, feisty woman just begging to be let free once more.

She blinked again.

Dammit, is this Morse code? Because it’s a helluva long while since I was a Boy Scout.

Ryan tapped his foot slowly and deliberately.

"Then I go." Ava walked past him, stopped and made her way back to stand in front him once more. Her five foot three height made her crane her neck to look up at his face. "I do nothing without freedom of choice, mate."

"Sir. And good, that’s what I wanted to hear. Let’s talk." He took her arm and walked to where he’d put the bench earlier and wished he could adjust his cock, which was rubbing his leather trousers as it swelled and demanded attention. Her attitude was one he preferred, and Ryan looked forward to their exchanges. He was under no illusion that they would be many and less than fiery and often. "Sit legs astride, there’s a good girl. Let your pussy feel the leather. It might be soft, but It will make you wet. Are you going to stain my bench, love?"

"What?" It was a squeak rather than a word. "Oh god, I can so not do this. I’m sorry, and I don’t even know your name, but this is so not me. What on earth made Jane think I’d want knickerless lessons is beyond me. Seriously, I’m sorry I’ve wasted your time, but I’m not who or what you want. Whatever that is, it’s not me. Really, it’s not. Hells bells, I’m an ordinary overweight thirty eight year old widow with a dr…well with nothing that would interest you I’m sure. So Mr. … Sir … er, whatever, I’ll be off." She tried to tug her arm away from him.

He’d never met anyone who could babble so much so fast, and still have breath left. He held his hand up, and to his surprise, she stopped the pull. It was just as well, because she had the stamina and strength of an anchorman in a tug of war team. He grinned inwardly. Definitely not the build of one though.

"Calm down, sit how you want for now, and listen to me." She glared at him, and Ryan knew she teetered on the edge of acquiescing or slapping him senseless. However, she nodded and perched on the edge of the bench, the skirt of her dress tucked firmly under her and tight across her legs. Ryan was certain she had no idea how enticing the dark shadow of her pussy curls was. Even though he preferred a smooth hairless cunt, he wanted to be the one to make it so, and this hint of things to come had his body taut.

"Okay, but no siring or anything…"

He chuckled, he’d bet his new cuffs he’d have her Siring him before she left.

"My name is Ryan. Ryan Culliver." He saw the moment the significance of his name registered.

Raven lives with her long suffering, dust bunny accepting husband ,and two cats, on the edge if a forest in Scotland.

She loves men in kilts and hates midges. However she’ll put up with the second to drool over the first.

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