
The soft velvety paddle moved along her ass, he ran it along her back, down her outer thigh.
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![]() Serena jumped, as his hand made contact with her left cheek. She heard the sound; felt the jiggle of her ass, her head whipped up and arced back from its resting position. She knew he was appraising himself; no doubt that one left a beautiful mark. She only wished she could see it. Then a flash. He took a picture? Next, she heard him drag out and fumble through the box of toys from under the bed. The soft velvety paddle moved along her ass, he ran it along her back, down her outer thigh. BUY LINKS: Amazon | Amazon UK | Smashwords Find me here: Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads AmazonAuthor Page | SmashwordsAuthor Page | Barnes&Noble Author Page
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![]() I am so excited that this book has been so well received from just the cover so far. I'd like to give cover credit to satisfictionservices.com I really hope everyone enjoys it. I'm planning on making it a series to follow this couple. Max and Serena are in a loving D/s relationship. And a fairly new one, only 6 months being together by the end of this book. One difference this book has from anything else I have written is the Chapter titles. Initially, I had this as a book of shorts. However, after much hemming and hawing on my part, I fleshed it out and drew the story out a little more. And now I have a series so really as I always say, things happen for a reason. ;) Excerpt from the "First time anal…dreaming" Chapter:
Max turned the vibe level down, he wanted to test her tonight. He slid it inside her pussy. “So wet my little pet.” He lightly smacked her pussy. “Ahh! Yes sir,” she managed to strangle out. I’m gonna come already. “Don’t come little slut.” Max got up, he smelled his hand and his dick thumped against his belly. He moved around to her, to the front of her and gripped a fistful of her soft brown hair. Lifting her head and her eyes mixed with tears and excitement, pupils dilated, he’d push her to the edge tonight. A smile crossed her mouth and she licked her lips. His urgency and desire so eminent and she knew she’d be able to please him with her mouth if only for a moment. He teased her as he stayed just out of reach of her tongue; she strained and moaned in want. Her eyes roamed his desperately, questioning. Finally, he came slightly closer and she was able to taste the salty pre-come from his dick. It bounced up and came back and hit her lips. She wished she had use of her hands to pull him, force him into her mouth. She was able to get the head of his penis in before he pulled back and kissed her. It was like he dug inside her with his tongue and she began to feel a blinding white light surround her. Her head forced back, her legs and hands bound together behind her; it was a bizarre sensation, as he poured his breath into her lungs. His hand slid to her breasts to help ease her gently back to the floor. You’re gonna break her damn neck, easy Max. He was all riled up, just the sight of her desperately wanting to suck his cock made the blood that was not pounding like a jackhammer in his dick, race through his veins like the Indy 500. He released her and attempted to gain his breath, his composure. Her chest was also heaving hard, her skin glowed in multiple colors from the nightlights outside making her look like a garden fairy, well one ready to get the shit fucked out of her. He roughly ran his hand over her shoulder, to the center of her back to that gorgeously luscious ass. He smacked it hard for good measure and slid his index and middle finger down. The vibe was still working its magic. “Still holding on my pet?” “Yes…” she gulped, “sir.” Her voice was trembling and he was going to help her, he knew she was in that space already. He loved how little he had to do to her to get her there, sometimes though, he wished for more. It would take time and patience. He moved to her ass and began by circling that rosebud with his tongue, getting closer and closer to the center. He forced his tongue in hard and watched her nails dig into her palms. He bit her anus gently; watched as her rectum tightened and released. “Oh my god!” Serena hadn’t expected that, no one had ever done that to her. She was unsure if she could not only hold her orgasm from exploding within her or even just hold the vibe. Her pussy flooded with juices, as her level of arousal went even higher then she had ever thought was imaginable. He spit on her anus with a loud noise. He rubbed it around and pushed his fingertip in, slowly and both of them made noises simultaneously as he delved deeper. Her sweet and musky scent was making it harder for him to keep control, but he didn’t want to hurt her, and he promised her anal sex. And he promised himself. “So tight beautiful,” he commented. Guttural noises emanated from her throat, as he was fully inside her with his index finger. The muscles contracted all along his finger, he couldn’t wait until that was his dick. Next, he pressed two fingers inside, adding even more spit and repeating the process. Stretching her, preparing her; this time he moved in and out. Slow and steady, working up a rhythm until the visual was too much for him. Fuck this. I need to stretch her the rest of the way myself. She told me herself she’s had anal sex. As a special thank you to Jenna Fox, I thought I would post a short little blog post. I was away for a few days visiting family and she graciously posted and tweeted for me. Have you followed her yet? She's a sweetheart and obviously loves to promote others. Find her on Twitter @jennafoxrox
Buy Links: Amazon US - The Escape Amazon UK - The Escape Smashwords - Secret Sir (free poem) Sometimes I think editing is taking forever, but then I need to remind myself it's a long book. I am sort of a perfectionist and it will take me awhile to be happy, and make sure readers are happy. So here is a snippet between the main character Sara and well you will find out...
EXCERPT: Sara's family would be coming for a visit soon, but she felt lonelier then ever. She couldn’t believe she'd been there four months. She washed her face, washing the redness from her pale skin. She stood in the shower again. She felt dirty and disgusting and wanted to wash the sweat from her skin. She peeled the gown from herself like a petal from a rose. She came out in only a towel to find an unexpected visitor. “Can I help you?” Sara asked dumping her from her vanity seat like she was a cat. “I don’t have much in this world anymore, but privacy is one thing I’d like to keep,” Sara said irritated. “Hey you asked for me.” This woman replied smacking her lips. Sara looked at her as she was picking up her things on the vanity. “I just wanted to know why. Why you and Thomas…” Sara dropped off the words and looked at her brush as she sat in her chair. “Why we fucked?” Gerilynn’s words were like poison in Sara’s ears. She put her leg up on Sara’s vanity stool beside her hip. The words cut through Sara and she promised herself she wouldn’t cry, not in front of this grotesquely ugly woman. Sure, her body was nice, but her face was misshapen. Weird somehow, like she had too many surgeries in the Before World. Maybe it was that Sara knew what she did that made her so ugly to her. “I want to know if yes indeed, you did have sex.” She looked at her. “And if Thomas called for you." Sara brushed the remaining snarls from her hair, using the pain from that to cover the pain in her heart. “No. I make my rounds every night. See who might need company. Normally, it’s the King first. Then I attend to the son’s.” She picked up Sara’s hair admiring the inky blackness. Sara smacked her hand away. “You don’t like my job? That I use my body to get what I want? I still don’t have all the frilly fru fru things that you have. I’ve been here years and you get this desk for made out of the finest wood and ivory, brushes, and combs,” she scathed. “Riches and jewels aren’t important to me,” Sara replied sharply. “I came from a poor family. A fishing town and I’ve lived in the woods since, well you know. I didn’t ask for this. I’m pretty much a prisoner.” She stood upset with herself, allowing this woman to get under her skin. She nearly knocked her chair over. “You could do worse,” Gerrilynn said annoyed, barely acknowledging her anger. “What than a man who can’t be honest with me? Who’s bound by tradition to not stand up for me? Who says he loves me then sleeps with you?” she said angrily crossing her arms. Hope you enjoyed this little snippet...remember this is Fantasy...not like my erotica. There is definitely a love interest in this one though. |
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