Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Mastered Preview - Carrie Ann Ryan

I love triangles, well, to read about anyway. They're my favourite kinds of story and Carrie Ann Ryan's contribution explores exactly that theme. Enjoy!

Only two men can give Sassy the happily ever after she craves. Rafe, Ian, and Sassy loved each other, until it all fell apart. Time passed and now the two men are back for the woman they love. With the damage already done, it’ll take more than words to make this menage work. If by some chance they manage to pull it off, they’ll tear up the streets of New Orleans worse than any Mardi Gras ever has.

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Ink Reunited by USA Today bestseller Carrie Ann Ryan

“Sassy.” She heard the deep, achingly familiar voice coming from in front of her.

She blinked in complete disbelief at what she saw


“Nothing for me then?” Another voice, just as familiar, came from just beside
Rafe, and Sassy swallowed hard.

“Ian.” She shook her head. “What…what are you two doing here?”

She could have sworn everyone in the shop had stopped moving, stopped
breathing. It was if they knew something was terribly wrong, and yet had no idea
what to do about it.

She didn’t know what to do about it.

“We’re here for a tattoo,” Rafe answered.

“And you,” Ian put in.

With that, the phone dropped out her hand and her mind went completely

Her past was back and standing right in front of her in all their sexy glory and
determined faces. No matter what she did, she had a feeling she wouldn’t be able to
wish Ian and Rafe away.

It hadn’t worked before.

It wouldn’t work this time either.

Oh shit.

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Monday, July 21, 2014

Birthday & Mastered Release Giveaway

To celebrate the release of Mastered: Ten Tales of Sensual Surrender, the re-release of Capturing Cora, Menage After Midnight and Taming Taylor and my Birthday, (Which is actually tomorrow, but I'll be doing family stuff then.) I'm holding a Birthday Party on my Facebook Fan Page. Please stop by and say hello. There'll be posts by me, guest author's dropping by and spot prizes too!

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Mastered Preview: Kate Pearce

Today is the turn of my long time friend and mentor Kate Pearce, and her story No Limits.

All bets are off when there are no limits…

Dr. Julia Reed is a skilled doctor at a California ER, where life & death are always on the line. After an enticing meeting with British Businessman, Alex Logan, he proposes a sexual bargain. She gives him the details of her deepest, darkest fantasies, and he gets the power to act them out. Reed comes to suspect that Alex is not playing fair in this game of lust.

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Excerpt from No Limits by USA Today bestseller Kate Pearce

“I know what I like.”

“Let me guess. You want a man to tie you up, spank your arse and make you
call him Sir.”

“There’s nothing wrong with any of those things in a consensual

“I agree, but I don’t play those kind of games.”

“I’m not sure I believe you. You said—“

He held up his hand. “I said I liked giving my lovers what they wanted.”

“So if I asked you to tie me up and flog me, you’d be okay with that?”
His eyes were cold. “I don’t play games.”
I studied his calm face. “Then what do you do?”

“If you really want to know I suggest you have dinner with me.”

“You’re relentless.”

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Sunday, July 20, 2014

Mastered Preview - TJ Michaels

 Release day is almost here, but I'll still be keeping up the previews until I've covered all ten stories. Today is the turn of multi-award winner, T J Michaels and her contribution, Juicy.

Twilight Teahouse ~ Choose something decadent from our menu…

Solie Shaw is a brilliant self-made woman, running a massive corporation. At the end of the day, all she wants to do is not be in charge. Her heart’s jaded after a cruel incident with a former lover. Now comes another chance to get exactly what she needs. All she needs to do is… choose.

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Excerpt from Juicy by T J Michaels

He was in no way asking for all of her—not her heart, and perhaps not even her
body. She knew that BDSM play wasn’t all about sex with Burton. Sure, he enjoyed
impact play with floggers, crops, rope and cuffs; however, what he loved most was
getting into his play partner’s head. And still, he hadn’t even asked for that.

He’d only asked to give her what she needed…and she would be the one to decide
what that was. And later, if she wanted to, he was open to moving into something a bit

Slipping her hand into Burton’s, Solie said exactly what was on her mind.

“Burt, I don’t need to think about it.”

“What are you saying, Solie,” he asked with quiet surety. “No beating around the
bush. Just let me have it.”

“I want to explore this zing between us, B. And I’m ready to explore it now. Yes, I
will admit I’m on the rebound, but we both know that. And right now, I want you more
than anything or anyone else I can think of.”

“More than a new souped-up gaming computer?” he teased, poking at her nerdy

“That’s kind of pushing it, but yes, more than a new gaming computer. And more
than World of WarCraft. And more than non-burnt English muffins. I want to be with you
more than I want a bare handed, over the knee spanking.”

“Now that’s hard to believe,” he quipped back. “But I think we can do something
about that. Last I heard, there was nothing like a spanking from Mr. Big Thuddy Paddle

Solie’s mouth fell open. “Mac told you about that?”

“Of course she did. And she had no shame in admitting that she’s the one who
came up with that loving little title for me while you wholeheartedly agreed. So I’ll take
that as a compliment.”

Solie fell backwards onto her pillow laughing like she hadn’t in weeks…hell, months
even. She could tell Burton was seriously restraining himself from tickling her. When
she caught her breath, she sat back up and smiled as he fed her more bacon.

“So what’s the next step, Burt?”

“That depends. What do you want? I may be a Dominant, but I’m not a bully. You
set the tone and the pace here, Sols. After that last D.I.N.O.—”

“D.I.N.O.? What’s a D.I.N.O.?”


“Oh.” She chuckled and rolled her eyes. Didn’t that about sum it up?

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Mastered Preview: Joey W Hill

Today is the turn of bestselling writer Joey W Hill, and her paranormal entry in the box set. Joey's book is part of her Vampire Queen series.

Mastering her body was easy. Mastering her heart and soul will be an erotic science…

The Vampire Lord Brian suspects his servant, Debra, is unhappy with her current station. She yearns for his heart, but she knows it can never be. He seeks to amend that. Outside of his research, he takes her in hand and shows her what it means to be truly his, together.

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Excerpt from The Scientific Method

Debra. I’m hungry.

Two words that always meant something much more than blood to vampires.

She found him in Lady Lyssa’s gardens. There was an old stone bench under a lattice arch
weighted down by Confederate jasmine. It was his favored place to work when he didn’t have to be in the lab. He was studying his laptop now, which provided her an extra moment to look at him as she

The moonlight limned his hair, giving the lighter strands a golden-silver luster. The sculpted
planes of his face were etched by shadow. With the preternatural vampire stillness that would take him when he was deep in thought, he could have been another of the marble statues in the vast maze of gardens. Yet he showed he was aware of her presence, his head lifting at her approach.
Though he often came out of his work as if emerging from the bottom of a still ocean, she
felt when his focus sharpened on her. It was a transition that never failed to weaken her knees. The
awareness in his eyes, a mixture of blood hunger, sexual need and…

No, that was all there was. That was all she could let herself think about. For her part, it was so
much more, but that was her problem to handle. She was the human in the relationship. Servant to his

Setting aside his laptop, he brought her between his knees, banded his arms around her
and nuzzled her throat. No words. They didn’t need them, did they? She wound her arms around his
shoulders, taking advantage of those first few seconds to slide her fingers through his thick hair, her
pulse tripping as he slipped the buttons of her blouse and licked the valley between her breasts, tracing the curves. The man could use his tongue the way a master painter used a fine brush. The pressure, stroke, timing… Totally controlled and excruciatingly perfect.

If a vampire wanted to take his servant in plain view of everyone on the Council estate, no one
thought a thing about it. But right now, they were blissfully alone. Brian slid a hand up under her skirt to cup her buttock. When he found his way beneath her panties to stimulate her rim with long fingers, she moaned, rubbing her mound against his chest. The look he lifted to her was full of heat and pleasure, reflecting that dangerous edge that left no doubt—at least in this moment—he considered her totally his.

His other hand slid along the curve of her breast, up to her throat, stroking so she lifted her chin,
drawing in her breath at the whisper of his own there, the brush of his fangs. Those vibrant hazel eyes
watched her every reaction.

“Stay still,” he said, and she didn’t move a muscle, even though inside all of her nerve endings
were rippling. He pressed his mouth against her throat again and, as his fangs penetrated, he slowly slid his fingers into her.

Clasp your hands behind your back, he ordered, and she did it reluctantly, though the thrust of
her breasts put the hardened tips against his upper chest, an excruciating friction.
My bad girl. Already so hot and wet. You’re going to come without my permission.

No, my lord.

You’re saying no to me?

He took a particular delight in befuddling her usually organized mind like that. She could tell it in
the gleam of his gaze, the erotic set of his irresistible mouth as he briefly lifted his head, gave her a look.

She gave a desperate half laugh. “No, my lord. I mean, yes. Oh…”

He scissored and thrust his fingers in a rhythm with his drinking that elicited tiny moans, that
made her lose her train of thought.

You’re going to come for me.

“Yes.” She breathed it, shut her eyes and pressed her jaw against his head as the climax rose up
inside her, an irresistible wave. She’d do anything for him.

He locked his arm around her, holding her fast so her sensual writhing stoked his own desire.
And as he took his nourishment from her throat again, he kept stroking and teasing her until she wanted nothing more than to grip his shoulders, hold on forever.

But she wasn’t allowed to touch him until he said she could.

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Friday, July 18, 2014

Mastered Preview: Marie Harte

Today's preview is from USA Today bestseller, Marie Harte.

When lust turns to love, who’s really on top?
A marine is used to taking and giving orders, even out of service. Mac takes it upon himself to show Maggie, the young woman who works under him, the true meaning of “Sir”. It’s a lifestyle that can suit them both, if she falls into rank and obeys without question…

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Excerpt from Working Out by USA Today bestseller Marie Harte

The knock came again.

“Hold on,” she called out and tossed off her blanket. She trudged to the floor in wool socks
and peered through the peep hole. She froze. After a moment, she opened the door. “Yes?”
Mac Jameson stood in the communal hallway of the aging Victorian looking edible in jeans
and a black leather jacket. In the hall lighting, his bright blue eyes glinted with some indefinable

“Here. These are for you.” He held out a bouquet of pink roses.

“Ah, what?”

The intensity on his face faded, and a smile took the place of his frown. “That is one ugly


He stepped forward and would have trampled her if she hadn’t moved back. Before she
knew it, he’d entered her apartment and closed and locked the door behind him.

“Nice trick.”

“It’s called being persuasive.” He put the flowers in her hand and closed her fingers over the
smooth stems.

“You brought me flowers?” Mystified, she didn’t know what to think. Was this another part
of his nonsexual dating technique?

“You want them or not?”

“Yes, yes.” She hugged them to her when he moved to take them back. Flowers. When was
the last time a man had brought her roses? “Such an ungrateful gift giver. Thank you. I love

She turned and left to rummage in the kitchen for a vase. After she’d arranged and watered
them, she put them in the center of her dining table. “So pretty.” She glanced up to see Mac right
in front of her. “Mac?”

“Yeah. So pretty,” he rumbled and tugged her to him using her belt.

Her robe parted just as he planted a warm, hungry kiss on her mouth. Maggie could only
kiss him back, caught up in an inferno of unfulfilled desire. Everything inside her hungered for
the magic of a man who didn’t hesitate to take what he wanted.

He broke the kiss and ran his mouth down her neck. “What are you wearing under this?”


He tensed and pulled back. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“I just took a shower.” She frowned, wondering what it took to break the man’s resolve.

“I am so screwed,” she thought she heard him mutter under his breath. In a louder voice, he
said, “I came over to say hi. You’ve been avoiding me this week, and I wanted to make sure we
were still good.”

“I was only keeping my distance from a crabby boss with control issues.”

“Yeah, about those issues… Thing is, I want to fuck you.”

“O-kay.” The man’s thoughts shifted like the wind. “And this makes you crabby

“Because what I want from you is a little different from what you’re probably used to. I
want us to get to know each other better so you’ll feel okay about sleeping with me, my way.”

She caught her breath. “Spell it out. What exactly do you want me to do with you?”

“Everything I want, exactly the way I want it.” He tilted her chin up so that he could look
straight into her eyes. “I want to play games with you. Ones where we need a safeword. Where
you call me Sir and you obey me.” He kissed her again, and she felt her robe begin to open. Then
his hands were inside, stroking her heated flesh. “I want to own your body in bed. Would you be
willing to let me do that?”

“All this for some roses?” she replied while trying to make sense of her dreams suddenly
meshing with reality.

He chuckled. “Nah. The roses were to show you I was thinking of you.” He cupped her
breasts, and his eyes darkened. “But this is way more than I’d planned on asking for.” He fully
parted her robe and stared down at her. Slowly, he bent his head and took a flushed, pert nipple
in his mouth.

He sucked hard, and her knees buckled. She moaned and hung on to him for dear life.
Mac turned his attention to her other breast and teased and nipped until she teetered on an
orgasm. She’d never been so sensitive before, but moisture coated the insides of her thighs.

“Yeah. This is what I want. You helpless in my arms.” He kissed her, his tongue penetrating
while his hands moved down to cage her waist. “Maggie… fuck. I wanted to wait, but no more.
I want you, but I’ll go easy with my demands.” He gripped her tight and kissed her again. “What
do you think?”

She stared up at him when he pulled away. Her robe hung open, but he looked only at her

“I think… I think we should go back to my bedroom.” She tugged him with her, sure only
that the time had come to finally have Mac Jameson. Tomorrow could take care of itself. Tonight
belonged to her.
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Thursday, July 17, 2014

Mastered Preview: Madelynne Ellis

Hey, it's my turn today! It feels a bit weird typing my own name in the title bar for the post, but in the name of consistency... My story Remastered is related to my Rock Hard and Black Halo books. It's about the group's rhythm guitarist, Spook Mortensen. He's the quiet one, in case you need your memory jogging. The story takes place between the events in Come Undone and Come Together (out September 24th).

A bad experience with a former girlfriend caused Spook Mortensen to repress his sexual urges, but when sound engineer Allegra Hutton is called upon to remaster Black Halo’s first album, there’s only so much attitude and stubborn refusal to listen to the bands’ wishes he can take before he’s forced to break his self-imposed vow and take her in hand.

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Excerpt from Remastered

Spook Mortensen stopped playing guitar the moment she walked in.

He forgot the riff he’d been working on for most of the morning. Temporarily forgot how to even play guitar. In fact, why was he holding a guitar again? Especially one that wasn’t connected to an amp?

He gaped at the woman who was blinking at the gloomy light in the editing studio, hardly able to credit what he was seeing. He saw a lot of women, and none of them made him sit up like this. She was right out of his subconscious. Tall. With an old-fashioned pin-up girl figure, and flame-red hair that cascaded down her back forming ringlets at the ends.

Where was his camera?

Like, damn, where was his camera?

She was perfect fantasy material in every way, right down to her straight, no nonsense, pinstriped skirt. She looked very professional, unlike him and his two band mates in their scruffy T-shirts and jeans. The three of them had tumbled into the studio looking as if they’d come straight from an all-night party, with bloodshot eyes and more than a little stubble. He rubbed his jaw. Yeah, definitely in need of a shave. Still, at least he’d put in an appearance. Elspeth and Paul hadn’t shown up at all. Not that there was a whole lot for them to do. Ultimately, lead singer Xane would be the one who said yea or nay to the remastered track before it was re-released because he was their main composer.

“Hi. I’m Allegra Hutton. Alle, like Allie, but without the I.” The vision stepped forward with her hand outstretched for one of them to take. Xane nodded his head at her. Ash mumbled a vague affirmative, and yawned. He seemed to have mislaid his charm this morning. Normally, Ash only had to flash a girl a smile and she got all giggly and started playing with her hair—or him. Actually, mostly the latter. They usually found some reason to touch him.

Allegra—Alle had hair like spun copper, thick enough that you could bury your hands in it. That’s what he wanted to touch, along with each of the freckles on her nose and her cute bow-shaped lips.
Spook sat on his hands, wary of what might happen if he gave in to that desire. Already, a thousand pretty pictures were streaming through his mind’s eye, not one of them even remotely appropriate and all of them too tempting by far. He bet she’d look fantastic sprawled across the mixing board, her long legs splayed and her sensible skirt hitched up so he could see the creamy cheeks of her bottom, and maybe the odd curl of fiery red hair. How good would she look with a white-stripe across her arse from the lick of a leather belt?

Why the fuck hadn’t he brought his camera?

Because they were here to make music, or at least re-make it, that’s why. And who was he going to get her to pose with anyway? Both Xane and Ash had somehow gotten themselves attached, which was darned inconsiderate if you asked him, at least, at this moment.

He wasn’t going to touch her. He wasn’t even interested in a fling. Relationships were frankly too much effort. It was problematic enough keeping the members of the band talking to one another without the additional stress of maintaining a romantic attachment. Especially the sort of attachment he’d be looking for given his atypical tastes. He hadn’t come across such a woman for years.

Not that he’d been looking.

And well, the last time hadn’t exactly ended well. He still had the letters to prove it.

No—life was a lot simpler if he just internalized his particular kinks. Then, there was no chance of misunderstandings occurring regarding consensuality.

That didn’t stop his palms from itching though, or a fuzzy glow spreading through his body when she smiled at him.

It made him eternally thankful that he had a guitar across his lap.

Spook smiled back, to compensate for the fact that they were all being hopelessly rude by failing to accept her handshake. But he couldn’t touch her. Couldn’t…

Damn, this lady needed issuing with a hazard warning sign. She was like a little piece of ecstasy just waiting to happen. He attempted to wrestle his gaze off her and onto something more innocuous, like his feet, but it didn’t work. His gaze just kept on sliding right back to where it started—her perfectly formed heart-shaped face.

Damned, if she didn’t have a delightful heart-shaped bottom too.

“Mr Mortensen.” His dream lady addressed him directly. She gazed at him with her pretty blue eyes aglow with excitement. “It’s an absolute thrill to meet you. I’m awed, you’re awesome. It’s insane the way your fingers fly when you play. You’re my favourite guitarist ever.”

“Uh, thanks.” His tongue got stuck in his mouth. He wasn’t used to being singled out. Maybe the guys were giving off weird I’m attached pheromones or something. “You know I’m only rhythm. Ash is lead.”

“You’re better.” Her smile lighted up the room and lighted up his insides too.

Damn! He officially crowned her as queen of his bikini list—as in break out the radiation shields because she’s totally going to screw with your equilibrium. Touching her without having a Hazmat suit on would result in lasting damage. Just her radiance was causing him severe motor issues. He’d forgotten how the hell to speak. Instead he made a few halfwit type noises.

“Don’t be shy, the lady’s right.” Ash slid his sunglasses down his nose, so he could peep over the top of them. His grin was broad as he looked at Spook and then back at Alle. “You’ll not get him to admit it, but he can play better with two strings than I can with six. That’s right, isn’t it, Spooky man?” Ash slapped a hand against Spook’s thigh to make his point.

A little flash of lightning brightened Alle’s gaze at the sound of the smack.

Spook watched her tongue peep out and sweep across her lower lip, removing some of her scarlet lipstick. The trace of pink it revealed made him want to reach out and wipe away the rest. He liked his women au naturel, so he could see every blush, every hint of arousal.

Ash was now staring at him as if he couldn’t quite figure what was going on, and Alle remained in apparent awe.

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Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Mastered Box Set Preview - Opal Carew

Today's excerpt is from New York Times Bestselling author, Opal Carew. Opal is also the brains behind the lovely character quote cards I'll be flashing alongside the various excerpts.

Sharing secrets has never been so exhilarating…
Nicole & Abel were the picture perfect story of love; meeting and falling for one another in the most romantic city on Earth, Paris. But Nicole has a secret, a secret of leather and lace, but she is fears that her private lifestyle may drive Abel away… but he’s kept a few secrets from her as well….

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Excerpt from Three Secrets by Opal Carew

“Hello, Mistress.”

Her breath caught at the sight of Abel, wearing only tight, black briefs, standing against a
stripper pole, his hands behind his back. She glanced to the ceiling and saw that it was one of the
portable poles held in place with pressure rather than being bolted to the floor and ceiling.

“Hello. What’s this all about?”

“I told you I have a secret, and once I tell you what it is, I think you’ll want to punish me.”

Excitement skittered through her. Thoughts of punishing him in all kinds of ways raced
through her brain. Did this mean he accepted her lifestyle?

She stepped into the room, wishing she’d worn something black and leather. She walked
around behind him and excitement danced through her at the sight of his wrists fastened together
around the pole with handcuffs.

She suppressed a smile.

“If I’m going to punish you, I’ll need tools. I don’t want to hurt my hand spanking that tight
ass of yours.” She glanced around, wondering what she could make use of in the room. There
was a dining room in the suite, but not a kitchen, which might have had a wooden spoon.

“Yes, Mistress. If you look in the drawer by the TV you’ll see I brought some things.”

She walked to the drawer and opened it. Inside was a selection of floggers, a wooden paddle,
and a riding crop. She picked up the crop and ran her fingers over the heart-shaped leather on
the tip. She would love to use this and leave red, heart shapes all over his sexy ass, but it would
be too much for their first time. Instead, she picked up the soft, baby-blue suede flogger and
placed it on top of the dresser. There were also garments in the drawer. She picked up one of
the black leather straps and lifted it. It was a harness that would cover very little of her body, but
had a triangle of leather over the crotch and a strip to cover each breast. There were also black
spike heels. She checked and they were her size.

She grasped the harness and walked in front of him, then held it up. “Do you expect me to
wear this?” she demanded sternly.

He bowed his head. “Only if it pleases you, Mistress.”

She allowed a slow smile to spread across her face. “It does.”

She went back to the drawer and grabbed the shoes and flogger, then strode from the room
to the change room by the front door and flung off her clothes, then pulled on the sexy harness
and high heels. She returned to the living area with the flogger in her hand, feeling every bit the

His gaze locked on her and his dark blue eyes grew heated. She could see the black fabric of
his briefs grow tight over his bulge.

She pretended to pay attention to the flogger, enjoying a few seconds of his admiration, then
glanced at him.

“Eyes down,” she commanded.

He complied and she walked closer.

“Did you like what you saw?” she asked as she walked around him, taking in the sexy
sight of his big, muscular body. Knowing he was ready to obey her every command sent heat
simmering through her.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good. You may raise your eyes again.”

He gazed at her, excitement glimmering in his eyes. She pressed the end of the flogger
lightly against his stomach, then dragged it upward, the long strands dragging along his torso.

“You said you have a secret. What is it?”

He hesitated and she narrowed her eyes. “When I give you a command, I expect you to
comply immediately. Understand?”
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Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Mastered Preview - Portia Da Costa

Over the next ten days, I be posting links and excerpts to the wonderful stories that make up the Mastered: Ten Tales of Sensual Surrender box set. I'm immensely proud to be part of this group of fantastic authors, and especially to kick off with a snippet from a good friend of mine, Portia Da Costa.

Quiet storm…

Ben Chambers is the perfect, handsome boyfriend. Sarah adores him, but she suspects he has a secret. While away on a luxury vacation, a simple act of cheeky affection unravels Ben’s wicked ways. And she’s more than willing to see how deep they go.

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Excerpt from HIS SECRET by International and UK Sunday Times bestseller, Portia Da Costa

Sarah’s insides fluttered. Not just her sex, but in her heart, her chest. She felt as if she were on a precipice above some great, secret valley. Ready to fling herself forward.

When Ben released her sex, it was as much of a shock as if he’d suddenly begun
the spanking already. The lack of his fingers against her was like a gouging void that
she’d do anything to fill.

“Lie across the bed,” he said quietly. “ Facedown, with your hands stretched out
in front of you… You may look in my direction or away… that’s your choice.”

Almost unable to move properly from excitement, she obeyed him. Her limbs
seemed to be made of rubber and uncontrollable, but she managed to assume the pose
he’d specified. She was afraid to look at him, so turned her face away, even though in
her mind she could still see him perfectly.

“Good. That’s very good. You’re doing well.”

Am I? I don’t think so… I’m all over the place.

She felt the mattress dip and imagined Ben inclining toward her, his weight on
one hand while with the other he reached out toward her exposed bottom.
Expecting a spank and braced for it, she gasped when the first touch was light
and exploratory.

It won’t be so bad. It’s my first time. I bet he barely does anything at all.
And indeed, the second touch was nothing at all. Just a tap on her left buttock,
barely more than the light touch that had started all this, close to an hour ago, yet in
another lifetime.

Then… more taps. A little harder. Definitely making an impact, but still fine.

I’m okay. I can take this. It’s all right.

In fact, it was more than all right. Her sex was glowing, becoming soft and
pouched and wetter than ever. The slight impact of the little smacks was gently
knocking her core where she was pressed against the mattress.


How had that happened? One minute, soft taps, and then, suddenly, with no
discernable increase in effort, the taps weren’t taps any more but full-blown spanks.
And they were hard. They hurt. They really hurt.

“Oh!” she cried again when Ben’s hand seemed to catch a particularly tender
spot on the under-hang of her cheek. Her whole bottom was glowing now, drenched
in heat. It was uncomfortable, unsettling, quite painful, and yet the shivering warmth
in her flesh was sinking down into her sex and firing it up in a way she’d never yet
experienced. Her whole pussy seemed to be fizzing like the champagne had done.
Effervescing with a delicious yet forbidden pleasure.

How? Oh, how is this happening? He’s hurting me, yet… yet… Oh God, I want
him to hurt me more!

To her astonishment, Sarah realized she was lifting her bottom in syncopation
with the slaps, raising the target up to improve Ben’s aim and to invite and seduce
more blows. She was simmering on the edge of orgasm, and every time he hit her, he
pushed her ever closer to the longed-for implosion of pleasure.

She cried out keenly when he stopped, and she turned her face to implore him
with her eyes. To beg him to grant her more pain, more pleasure… Oh, dear Lord, she
hardly knew the difference.

Ben’s eyes were beautiful, wise, and kind. Despite the fact that he was denying
her what she wanted. But he seemed to understand as he leaned forward to press a
kiss to her tearful cheek and whisper in her ear.

“You’re doing beautifully, Sarah, my love… Better than I could ever have
wished. But you must wait a little for your prize. The waiting will make it all the more

Even though she was sobbing with need, with frustration, and from the now
extreme soreness in the flesh of her bottom, she believed him. She believed him

He was Ben. He knew all. He was her sweet master.

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