Check out all the great books Paige has on the horizon, including “Consume Me” coming out very shortly. My review is on Goodreads for this one already. Below is the cover of her debut piece “Devour Me”. Both are from The Devoured Club Series. And both have received 5 Star reviews from me. If you enjoy BDSM with a story of struggle, pain, and emotion as well as a HFN…then I think you might enjoy these books.
Paige Matthews: That’s pretty funny as most of the time, I’m an open book, especially if you read my twitter. Okay…something you don’t know about me…I am currently adding a third degree to my education level and getting certified to be a nurse.
Suzy Ayers: Who is a mentor or someone that you look up to/inspires you?
Paige Matthews: I would have to say that during my collegiate years my mentors were my thesis advisor's, who helped craft me into the writer I am today. Currently, I look to fellow writers and author as my mentors, my inspirations. We are all in the same proverbial boat as we write, edit, and put ourselves out to the public.
Suzy Ayers: What is the biggest piece of advice you find that you give most often to aspiring writers?
Paige Matthews: Just write. If you worry about all the mechanics of the process, you’ll get lost. Read, read, read. The only way you become a better writer is to read what you want to write and also outside of your genre.
Suzy Ayers: Tell us the book you’re excited to share with us...
Paige Matthews: I am super excited to share with you Consume Me, the second novel in the Devoured Club Series. We get Marcus’s story this time, and a what a story that he is! The novel is scheduled to release at the end of August and is better than Devour Me! Yes, I have my own bias. Just kidding.
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I was so engrossed in the scene and in her ecstasy that I did not notice the body next to me until he spoke, “I bet if I check your pussy right now, you’d be soaking wet.”
Marcus. I turned quickly to face him, cheeks on fire from being caught watching the scene and my own embarrassment because I was indeed turned on.
“Master Marcus, I didn’t know you were standing there. I am sorry. I will get back to work.” I made a motion to turn and head off, but his arm slipped around my waist and pulled me to his chest.
“I heard you needed a punishment?” he whispered into my ear. I could feel my breath quicken and the ache in my over stimulated sex. The heat of his erection was against my back and a charge of electricity went through me when I realized it.
“Yes, sir. Mistress Sarah stated I was to be punished for being late.” I swore his dick twitch against me. “And to answer your other question, yes I am wet. He groaned against me.
Bringing his lips to my ears again, he placed a light kiss on the side of my neck. “You will be the death of me, Emma. Every cell in my body is screaming to stick my cock into that sweet pussy of yours and fuck you senseless, but I can’t. Let’s see that you are properly punished.”
“The punishment will be worth it.” Damn it Emma! Stop being a brat, the punishment could be worse.
“Safe word, sub?” Marcus asked with his hand still on my abdomen and my back firmly planted against his chest.
“Still cupcake, sir.”
Marcus led me over to a spanking bench that was centered on the right side of the floor. It was not a typical bench that I have seen before; this particular bench had sides that folded down for a submissive to basically kneel, although more of a ‘spread your legs wide open kneel’. A long padded bench like top was on the top followed by two parallel arm rests, fitted with restraints. There were restraints attached to the leg shelves as well.
Marcus positioned me behind the bench and ordered me to kneel on the sides, one leg on each shelf. He secured the restraints over my thighs and pushed my back down until my chest was on the bench and my arms lay on the side shelves. He quickly cuffed those into place as well.
Marcus motioned for someone to come over to us and I realized it was Caleb, his friend from last week. I didn’t notice him in the club at all tonight, though I was not paying much attention.
“Emma, Caleb is going to watch you get your punishment and shield you as much as possible, although the entire club saw me strap you to the bench.”
Nausea hit my stomach quick and I began to breathe heavily. I can do this. I can do this. I want this.
“Relax, Emma. I’m just going to smack your perfect ass until it is glowing red,” he whispered again into my ears.
What was it about a man whispering that turned me on so much? I could feel the wetness in my pussy increasing. My clit was throbbing to be touched. Oh god, how I hoped he would touch it. I pulled against the restraints to test them and heard both Marcus and Caleb snicker. Yeah, I knew they wouldn’t be loose.
Marcus placed his hands on my back and slowly moved them over my ass. His hands felt so good. Reaching the hem of the dress, I felt his fingers move between the material and my skin. Little shocks danced over my skin and headed straight to my core. His touch was intoxicating. I felt the dress shimmy upward so that my ass was fully exposed as the coolness of the air hit it. A shiver went down my spine causing me to fidget within my restraints.
“Easy, love, we’re just getting started,” Caleb’s voice this time. I bowed my head toward the floor and shut my eyes anticipating the next touch. I didn’t wait too long as Marcus’s hand rubbed my ass cheeks lightly, varying the path in which it traveled. Over and over his hand moved across my ass, warming it as he went along. Next thing I knew, I heard a smack and felt the sting of his hand instead of the caress.
“Count, sub.” The order short and direct.
“One.” I replied.
“Very good.” Another smack landed on the opposite side.
“Two, sir,” I responded waiting for the next blow, yet anticipating the sensation within my core. My body moved with the hits and my clit hit the edge of the bench, sending desire and need straight to my sex. Another smack.
“Three, sir.” Another smack, alternating sides and locations. “Four, sir.”
The punishment continued as Marcus spanked me, again varying locations of each hit. The more smacks I received, the harder it was to control my need for release. My clit was over sensitive and aching to be touched.
“You will not come until I tell you to Emma. You better control it.” Another smack.
“Yes, sir. Ten, sir.” Just as I readied myself for another blow, I felt Marcus’s hands rubbing my reddened ass. I was sore to his touch. He applied some lotion and gently rubbed it into the flesh, going as gently as he could.
“Caleb, do you think Emma deserves to come? She was a naughty girl?” Marcus asked as he wiped his hands off.
Caleb smiled when I looked up and then looked over at Marcus, before he replied. “I think she could have one tonight.”
Marcus nodded and looked at me. Bending over, so that I could hear him, “Caleb will administer your release tonight, love.” Smiling, he stood back up and laughed as I sighed in frustration. What would it take for the man to break the rules of professionalism? I wanted him to fuck me for fuck’s sake. Another whisper. “The why isn’t what you are thinking.”
Damn him! How the hell does he know what I am thinking?
I watched as the two men switched positions and Caleb was now behind me. “Her ass looks awesome. Nice, red, and sore as hell.” I looked at Marcus who nodded at Caleb without breaking the eye contact with me.
Caleb’s hands began to massage the inner area of my thighs, trailing their way up to my core. I was wet from having Marcus’s hands on me, yet the feeling of Caleb’s hands and fingers were not as satisfying.
Caleb teased the area around my outer lips, lightly moving his fingers in circular motions up and the length of my sex, drifting them over the top of the folds and back again. My clit was hard and wanted to be touched. I was growing impatient waiting for him to touch me.
Marcus moved closer to me, never taking his eyes off of mine. “Don’t stop looking at me. I know you want my hands on your body, pretend his fingers are mine. Think about my fingers trailing over your pussy, pumping inside of you.”
And with that Caleb spread my lips and plunged two fingers deep into my wet cunt. “God she is wet. Do you see her dripping down her leg, Marcus?” Caleb began to pump his fingers in and out of me, curling them up as he moved over my interior. With his free hand, he began circling my clit, playing with my piercing, speeding up his finger thrusts as he moved his thumb over my clit, pressing more pressure down, pinching it, and flicking it. I didn’t think I would be able to come with him touching me, but it was the thought of Marcus doing it that had me turned on.
Marcus moved back toward me again. “That’s it pet, imagine me doing this. Imagine my fingers, my cock pumping inside of you.” That was it. I was now ready to explode at the thought of him in me. The muscles in my body began to tighten and I knew I was close. “Sir, I am close, please may I come?”
“Of course, subbie.”
My orgasm crashed through me sending my arms and legs straining against the restraints as I rode out the aftershocks of Caleb’s assault on my clit. Breathless and completely exhausted, I shut my eyes as Marcus undid the cuffs and wrapped me in a blanket, placing me on his lap. God this felt right, even if I didn’t think so any other time of the day.
Paige Matthews: Currently I am working on releasing a novella, Wellspring (part 1). I am also working on the first novel in a new rocker series entitled, Crossroads. This novel focuses on the lead singer of a rock band that lust after a woman that never wanted him. We see him on his journey of fame and all the negativity that comes with it, as she needs to decide her fate.