Wicked Wanton Wednesday is a triple threat this week, presenting a set of BDSM treats from L.A. Cloutier.
LA is the first friend I made when I dipped my pen into the inky complex world of writing and publishing. It isn't easy to navigate the waters alone. Coming on board about the same time, we were both wandering around aimlessly together. LA and I connected through social media and what she didn't know I acted like I did--LOL. She helped with my techie challenges and we both acted as sounding boards for each other when we got frustrated. It was a wonderful symbiotic relationship from the start and happily continues today.
About L.A.
An author with a new twist on storytelling. People have called her work edgy, seamy, HOT, erotic, tantalizing and somewhat sinful. I'd have to add intense.
LA likes to write in the erotica/BDSM genres. She brings her characters to life in such a way that you can't help but want to be one of them. She has a very naughty mind and likes to share it.
The Story of L:
A young woman's erotic journey into the world of bondage and discipline, dominance and submission, sadism and masochism, as she struggles to serve two masters.
This is trilogy is 3-books combined into a boxed set at a super 1/3 off the individual cover price. Over 500 steamy, erotic, BDSM laced pages. You can also buy them alone, but why would you?? .
Blurbs
Odyssey:
Trey
loves L's submissive heart, but he wants more from her. He wants her to be his
slave. He arranges to offer her as a pledge to his secret society. L knows
little of what she is about to experience, but she knows that Trey loves her
and she wants to make him happy any way she can, even if it means enduring two
weeks of slave training at The Inn.
One
of the Masters takes a special interest in L. He knows it could cost him his
job, but something grips him deeply about her, driving him mad! He, too, wants
her to be his.
"You've passed
your first test, and have embarked on the voyage of your training to pleasure
me. You have followed my command, which is to be the first of many that
you will be expected to follow without hesitation. You have obeyed
without question and verified your desire to participate voluntarily in the
induction of the Sacred Sacraments of Service, as my proffered pledge," he
said calmly, as he admired the lovely full-length sparkling wedding gown she
was secluded under.
Enlightenment:
A short excerpt from my favorite chapter. Chosen from Enlightenment:
Have you ever been teased and pleased by
a tiny little vibrating egg? Clay makes an afternoon of it with L.
He groaned as he
slid to his knees and spread her thighs open, looking at the seeping wetness
gathered along her puffy little slit. He blew against her wetness and she
shivered. "Don't come, L," he whispered.
"Yes,
Master," she whispered again, her lips quivered as she fought mentally
against the growing arousal. Clay leaned his face forward and ran his tongue
from the bottom of her lips to the top. L groaned loudly and started to beg.
"Please Master, please stop, I'm not going to be able to stop
myself," she lamented, her hands now on the edge of the sink behind her,
her hips straining to keep from thrusting her mound into his face.
"Not yet… hold
on," he crooned and stuck his tongue between her lips and claimed her
clit, feeling the vibrations of the egg.
"Oh, Master,
please… I'm going to come, I can't fight this anymore," she cried out
lustfully, her hips dancing to the hum of the egg in little stirring motions.
Clay pulled his mouth from her, fully intoxicated and ready to spill himself in
his jeans as he reached into his pocket and placed his finger on the button he
knew would send her over the edge.
"You can fight
this, and you will… for me," he tried to sound stern, but his need was
making that hard. That voice in the back of his head kept telling him –Take her. Fuck her. Claim her so hard
there will be no doubt in her mind who she really belongs to. Who he wanted her
to belong to—him. He pressed the
high-speed button, his mouth quickly returning to her throbbing clit.
"Now," he commanded, groaning loudly as he sucked at everything that
she had to offer.
Redemption:
The Wanton moment from my favorite in this trilogy, Redemption: Clay
and L are acting like lovesick teenagers
on his couch.
As L sat, Clay knelt
down between her legs.
"Scoot forward,
baby. I want your ass right at the edge." He helped her by hooking his
arms at the bend of her knees and pulling her. She gasped when her bottom made
contact with his stomach, and he smiled. His fingers roamed her thighs for a moment
enjoying her heat against his abdomen. "I want you to hold your legs for
me," he said softly, pushing her thighs back towards her chest.
"Tightly," he pushed a bit more and put her hands where he wanted her
to hold them. "That's it," he said, in that dark tone she loved.
"It opens
everything up to me," he averted his eyes to her pussy. The slick wetness
slowly oozing from it would soon be a trickle down to that dark tight little
hole of hers.
She felt a little
cramped in this position as she pulled her thighs back, holding herself wide
open for him. She wouldn't be able to move very much, but she would be able to
see everything he intended to do to her.
Maddie's Intimate Authors Corner
MT: My intimate question for LA was what was her most wicked, wanton experience from 2013. Of course, she gave me an earful.
LA: What a provoking
question you have Maddie. I really had to think about this one. I can recall a
few times last year where something made me feel a bit ‘wicked’ and ‘wanton’. Sometimes
it was something I was reading, and sometimes it was something I was writing,
but the one that sticks out in my mind the most is… Oh sheesh! I feel naughty
just sharing this. I was at our local mall doing some Christmas shopping. It
was only a couple of days before Christmas and the place was pretty packed. I
was looking for something special in a little shop called ‘Things Remembered’ …
That store now holds a whole new meaning for me. While I was bent over, looking
at some elegant little trinket I felt a hand softly pass across my rear. This
was no casual brush either, it was definitely a purposeful touch. When I stood
up and looked over my shoulder, the culprit –who by the way was very good
looking and had mind melting, gorgeous, bright blue eyes—smiled at me. I swear
I felt my knees go weak and my heart flutter as heat spread across my face, all
the way to my ears. I was definitely feeling ‘wanton’ and I wished I could have
followed up with ‘wicked’.
MT: Wow, LA. Groped in a gift shop. Sounds like a title for a new story. My wicked mind is awhirl with possibilities. Do you think you can top that this year?LA: For this year? I’m going back to ‘Things remembered’ two days before Christmas ;-)
MT: Oh my LA, I have so many where do I begin? I suppose the most wanton is when my DH decided to expand our toy collection. We always buy a new one for our anniversary and celebrate by trying it out that night. One year it was a red leather/fuzzy paddle (yum), another Benwa balls (not really impressed). In 201,3 he outdid himself and introduced me to Jack... Jack Rabbit that is. Yowza! He tormented me for hours, literally. We set a record for the big "O" that night which he has tried to break ever since. I blush when I admit we wore one out in the first six months and had to order another. This year he gifted me early with a new delight. It comes with a three prong plug, NO, not what you're thinking, the electrical kind. It was a Hitachi and is absolutely cataclysmic on low. I have to admit that I can't even tolerate high. He's saving that for our anniversary tomorrow night. Pray for me LA!!!!
Thanks for stopping by everyone. Make sure to drop in next week when my guest author will be Liv Honeywell.
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