Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Good Medicine and Unacceptable Behavior With Morganna Williams on Wicked Wanton Wednesday

I don’t always have a chance to read my guest’s new releases before they visit my blog, but while ailing with a summer cold this past week, I cozied up with Unacceptable Behavior, Morganna William’s newest release, loaded on my kindle, my favorite fuzzy blanket, and a bottle Jack Daniels (for medicinal purposes, of course).   

Soon, I forgot about my aches, pains and stuffy nose and became caught up in this fun, sexy, HOT read.  I had to ditch said fuzzy blanket as the temperature in the room rose steadily thanks to Rafe, the dominant lead who has quite the way with discipline when the girl he claims as his own exhibits some unacceptable behavior (lucky Max!)  I’m a sucker for an alpha hero who sacrifices for his country, is all man, and basically takes no crap.  Rafe does not disappoint.  Good job, Morganna.  Your erotic romance was better than any medicine I had in my cabinet. 

Thanks for being on today, Morganna, and for bringing us a little taste of 


Unacceptable Behavior 


 Excerpt:

Max took a deep As if he’d reached a decision, Rafe nodded and straightened from the wall, walking toward her with intent written clearly in his eyes.

Max felt her eyes widen as she backed away from his advancing figure, suddenly panicked and unsure if seduction was a good plan. She didn’t know what she was doing!

All the sex manuals and romances in the world did not really give one applicable knowledge of how to put anything into action. Surely it went beyond the mechanics? Would it be instinctual?

Her face heated as she kept backing across the room. Rafe continued to silently stalk her across the floor until her back came to rest against the wall between the living room and kitchen. The feel of the cool wall against her hot bottom through the thin material of her skirt reminded Max she still wasn’t wearing any panties.

A throbbing heat sprang to life between her thighs and she felt her face flush anew, but this time it was with need.

Rafe still said nothing as he moved to cage her against the wall between his arms, his big body resting inches away from her own.

Max swallowed as she looked up into the eyes staring so intently into her own, her small tongue darting out to lick her suddenly dry lips.

His head swooped in to cover her trembling mouth with his own. It was a soft whisper of a kiss, the barest touch before he cupped her face gently in his hands and moved back a few inches to study her some more. “Are you ready, Maxine?”

“Ready?” she squeaked breathlessly, the tension between them palpable.

“Ready to become mine? Be sure because I warn you, once you give yourself to me, there will be no going back. I won’t ever let you go.”

She smiled up at him shyly. “Who said I wanted you to let me go?”

Then she was in his arms, pressed tightly against his hard body as he kissed her deeply and thoroughly. Max gasped as his big hands found their way beneath her skirt and cupped her tender bottom to lift her tight against his erection.

The hot sting in her bottom seemed to spread through her veins, wringing a soft moan from her lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck and instinctively brought her legs up and around his waist, suddenly wanting to be closer to him than it even seemed possible and whimpering when it wasn’t enough.

“Shhh, baby, I’ve got you,” he soothed her as he carried her into the bedroom and stood her in front of him as he began to unbutton her blouse.

Max couldn’t be still; she pressed soft kisses against any bit of skin she could reach, hardly noticing the absence of her shirt or the skirt that quickly followed. Her hands skimmed beneath his shirt, trying to shove it up over his head as she felt her breasts fall free from her bra.

Rafe dropped to his knees in front of her, taking one pouty nipple into his mouth.

She shuddered, cradling his head to her breast as he sucked her deep. One hand held her to him as the other skimmed her round bottom, caressing and palming it before giving it a lightly stinging swat.

Max gave a soft mewl of shocked pleasure as he continued to rain swats across her bottom, reawakening the sting from earlier. All the while he continued to nibble and suck at first one nipple then the other, leaving Max awash in sensation. When his fingers skimmed once again across her bottom and then delved between her legs to seat one long finger deep inside, her knees buckled. Only the firm arm at her waist kept her upright.

“So hot and wet. Is this for me?” he asked.

She didn’t answer, writhing against his invading finger, lost in the need building inside her. The delightful finger was gone and a much sharper smack fell on her unsuspecting bottom. Max gasped, her hips bucking in response.

“I asked you a question, young lady.”

“Wh-what?” Max asked breathlessly. Her head fell back on her shoulders as that wicked finger came back to play along her slick passage.

“I asked if this was for me.”       

“Yes… please…” She begged for something that seemed just out of her reach.

Rafe moved quickly to spill her backwards on the bed and hooked her legs over his shoulders, opening her fully to his gaze.

“Rafe?” she asked, suddenly unsure.

“So pretty, how could I resist a taste?”

Max didn’t have time to decide if she wanted this or not, because before his intent had time to completely register, his mouth covered her, his tongue taking her masterfully.

She cried out and pressed her hips helplessly up to his marauding mouth, feeling like she would explode at any minute. When he circled her sensitive nub with his tongue as he pressed his thumb into her with a circular motion, she came with a scream of surprise, trying to pull away from the intensity of what she was feeling.

Rafe allowed no such retreat, holding her fast as he continued to work her with his talented tongue and fingers. Incredibly she began to build toward another orgasm immediately and when he sucked her between his lips she skyrocketed off again, yelling his name.
        
  




Blurb:

Awesome promo!  
Maxine Reynolds knows it is careless to read naughty stories on her phone will driving, but she is utterly shocked by the consequences when she rear-ends ex-CIA agent Rafe Jennings, the head of security at her place of work. After scolding her for her reckless and unacceptable behavior, he proceeds to give her exactly what she needs—a long, hard, thoroughly embarrassing bare-bottom spanking followed by a belt whipping over the edge of his desk.

After her punishment, Rafe informs Maxine that from now on he’ll be making it his business to keep her in line, and though she protests, she cannot help recognizing that his guidance makes her feel safer and more loved than she’s ever felt before. Still, she can’t let herself believe that he could be genuinely interested in her or that he sees her as more than a girl who needs his help.

Yet once he takes her into his arms and claims her fully, Maxine begins to wonder if maybe he truly does want her as his own. But when Rafe is sent overseas for one last mission, her fears send her into a spiral of self-destruction. Will he return in time to rescue Maxine from herself?

Publisher’s Note: Unacceptable Behavior is an erotic romance novel that contains spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of medical play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.




Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Meredith O'Reilly and Hot Sex, Hotter Men, Kidnapping and More on Wicked Wanton Wednesday

Meredith O'Reilly is my guest today.  She's stepped out of her age play world and landed smack dab in the middle of M/m BDSM erotica with her latest release; His Captive's Heart.  A departure for Miss Meredith, yes, but the early reviews are in and are fabulous!

~~Steaming hot and sexy… This is one of the best M/M stories that I have read.   Ruby J. Curtis


~~ It starts out with a bang and keeps your attention all the way to the end of the epilogue.    Pati May



~~There were so many things to love about (this book)… it’s definitely worth it.     Amazon Customer


~~This was a quick, fun read and left me smiling. Nicely done!   SH


Well, enough rave reviews, lets get to the heat.  In this scene, Marcus gets paddled. 

His Captive's Heart  

  
“I’m going to warm you up with my hand before I use the paddle.”

“Thank you, sir.” The thought of being hit with the paddle without a warm-up sent shivers through me, and they weren’t the pleasurable kind of shivers.

“Okay,” he said, and then his hand smacked my ass three times. One smack for each cheek and then one in the middle. The smacks stung for a second, but then the pain went away.

He did it again and again, until I was sure that my entire backside was a nice shade of pink. The pain wasn’t that unbearable. In fact, by the end of the spanking, my ass was thrusting into the air to meet every one of the smacks.

“Excellent, sub,” he said, running his hand over my bottom, spreading the heat from the spanking.

After a moment, his hand left my bottom and he said, “I’m going to start with the paddle now.”

“Yes, sir.”

It was silent for a moment, and my trepidation over how the paddle was going to feel was building. After another moment, I thought my nerves were going to get the best of me. The hard, solid wood would hurt much more than his hand. The wood would be less forgiving than Dimitri ever could be.

Then my master landed the first smack against my already heated ass.

I groaned at the feeling. I was right—the wood was much more unyielding than his hand. The paddle also left a much sharper sting than a spank, but a few seconds afterwards, the sharp pain turned into a good feeling that went straight to my cock and made me harder than I already was.

“Talk to me, Marcus. Are you ready for more?”

“Yes, sir.”

At my assurance, my master landed three more smacks to my butt. I had to control my breathing through the pain, and then I let out a moan as my cock started to leak. It felt so damn good!

After several more smacks with the paddle, I watched out of the corner of my eye and saw sir put the paddle on the table.

At this point, I was sure that if I heard the first sound of the word ‘come’ from my master, I would in a heartbeat. My cock was sledgehammer-hard and could probably break a piece of concrete right about now.

He flipped me around on the table and took my length in his hand, then ran his hand up and down it.

“P-plea—” I moaned, not able to get the entire word out.

“Come,” he said, and I was thrown over the edge.

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His Captive’s Heart Blurb

Twenty-nine-year-old lawyer Marcus Bradberry has fantasized for years about finding a firm-handed man who would not hesitate to provide both guidance and discipline while also bringing him the kind of fulfillment he’s only dreamed about. When he meets Dimitri Anderson, the owner of a local kink club, Marcus takes a chance and shares the wildest fantasy he’s ever had with him.

Though he confesses to Dimitri that nothing excites him more than the idea of a being overpowered, kidnapped, and mastered completely by a strong, handsome man, Marcus is nonetheless shocked when Dimitri takes it upon himself to bring this fantasy to life. When Dimitri surprises him after work on a Friday, Marcus soon finds himself blindfolded, handcuffed, and driven away to an unknown place.

It quickly becomes clear that Dimitri knows exactly what his captive sub needs and is more than ready to give it to him, but as the weekend progresses, Marcus realizes that trusting his new master is at times much harder than he expected. Will he surrender to his most secret desires or will his fears drive him away from his master’s loving arms?

Publisher’s Note: His Captive’s Heart is an erotic romance novel that contains spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.



Author Bio

Meredith O’Reilly cannot believe that she has four books published! It was a little over a year ago, that she had her first book published with Stormy Night Publications. She began writing age play stories, but has since branched out to new sub-genres of romance.

In her spare time, Meredith goes to school, watches a little too much Netflix, and experiments with learning how to cook new things in the kitchen. Mostly she tries to balance her life between school work and author work. That’s a task that is easier said than done, most times.

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Oooo, look!  A sale!  
I love a good sale!





Little Samantha’s Choice, Meredith’s first book along with three other amazing books from Stormy Night Publications is on sale for 50% off! You don’t want to miss that deal!

Samantha Briggs always had a suspicion that her husband, Jackson was hiding something from her. When he’s away on a business trip, Samantha finds out her husband’s secret, he wants her to act as his little girl on the weekends. Deciding to give it a try, Samantha falls in love with being Jackson’s little girl. But when she slips up and embarrasses herself by behaving childishly during a stressful morning at work, she reconsiders their new relationship. Will she give up the lifestyle she’s grown to love so much, or can she come to accept that there is nothing wrong with choosing to be her daddy’s little girl?


That's a lot going on, Meredith.  Two great stories, both with a low price of $2.99.   Good luck with your new release and come back any time.


Maddie’s Intimate 
Author’s Corner

Congrats on your new release Meredith.  It’s an M/m erotic romance with BDSM themes.  That’s new territory for you, isn’t it? 


Meredith:          Yes. M/m erotic romance is a brand new sub-genre for me. I have to say that I enjoyed writing it very much.


Maddie:  What made you decide to write about a gay D/s couple?

        
Meredith:  For a while now, I really wanted to branch out from writing age play stories. I enjoy reading M/m erotic romance stories so much, I figured why not write about a D/s couple.


Maddie:  Having written M/f age play, what challenges did this new perspective give rise to?


Meredith:          I faced a couple of challenges while writing His Captive's Heart. For one, as I was writing, I kept wanting to turn the story in to an AP one. I would find myself writing Daddy or wanting to have Dimitri cuddle Marcus close. I had to rewrite a couple of scenes to take the AP out.


Maddie:  As you know, I’m a fan of the club scene and ensembles, His Captive’s Heart leads me to believe there may be more stories to come for some of the other characters.  Do tell…


Meredith:  I would really like to write individual books for Adam, Phillip, Theodore, and Courtney, but we'll see if that happens. It's all going to depend on how well His Captive's Heart does in sales.


Maddie:  The sex scenes in HCH are quite steamy.  What inspired you?
        

Meredith:  Nothing really inspired me per se. I just think that M/m is really hot. So, I let my imagination run wild and let my fingers do the typing. 


Maddie:  What have you learned from writing in this new genre?
        

Meredith:  I've learned a lot of different ways to say the word penis. ;-)


Maddie:  What?  No list?  LOL  I think all of us who right erotica need ideas beyond “thrusting manhood.”  J


You’re still juggling writing with school, what’s next for author Meredith?


Meredith:  That's a good question. LOL! I'm really not sure. Right now, I'm focused on getting ready to start a new year of school. After that, I have a few WIPs. I'll probably decide to work on one of those, but who knows.


Thanks for having me over again, Maddie!


Maddie:  Good luck with your new release and come back any time.  Next week, my guest will be Morganna Williams.  Don't miss out!

Sunday, August 16, 2015

Six of the Best - I kick of my debut with Hooked: Decadence Nights

 Welcome to Sunday Six of the Best.  Since this is my first time on Sunday’s Six, I’m winging until I get the hang of it.  I learned in school you needed three sentences to make a paragraph, then along came dialogue and confused me.  So, I’ve got four paragraphs and a few lines of dialogue <shrug> 


Today, I’m featuring a scene from my newest release and my latest, favorite hero, Joseph Hooks.  Enjoy… 


Hooked (Decadence Nights, Book 1)

The set up: 

In this scene, Livvy has left work early and driven two hours in her old clunker and torrential rains to attend a D/s mixer at an exclusive BDSM club in San Antonio.  Alone and nervous, but determined to find the Dom of her dreams, she finds herself seated with a group of submissive who happen to be the owner’s wives and fiancĂ©es.  The girls immediately want to help her find her special Dom and think setting her up with a Dom from Austin is the perfect plan.  Unfortunately, he turns out to be her boss.  Panicked at being discovered she makes a break for it before he finds out.

Here’s Six of the Best from Hooked:

“It’s a gully washer out there, miss,” he cautioned. “You’ll need to wait until it slows.”
Disregarding his warning and refusing to be waylaid by weather, she started for her only means of escape. “I need to go. Now.” When she pulled the heavy doors open, she was assailed by wind and rain, the force of both ripping the handles from her grasp. Immediately, she moved to close them, struggling against the torrent’s sustained force when large male hands appeared next to her smaller ones and easily pushed the doors shut. “I’m sorry,” she gasped, leaning against the doors, already feeling the chill from the drenching as the A/C wafted over her wet skin. “I had no idea it was storming so badly.”
Livvy turned back to the security guard to further her apology. Only it wasn’t the guard whose hands curled around her upper arms. It wasn’t his black T-shirt clad chest that filled her vision either. Instead, she stared at a burgundy vest and a gray check tweed jacket. Following it upward, she encountered a perfectly knotted gray tie, a clean shaven, tightly clenched jaw, and full, sensuous lips set in a hard line. She stopped there, knowing who she’d find if she went further. Closing her eyes tightly, she prayed for the power of teleportation as her face burned.
“Olivia.”
His voice, usually a mellow tenor, rang sharp like a hammer forging steel.
“Look at me, little one.”
The endearment, one he’d used on occasion with her before, when her mother passed two years back and when he’d dropped by her apartment the time she’d had a debilitating case of the flu. The pet name, common to the lifestyle, hadn’t registered at the time. Now, it rang clear as he used it as a Dominant would with his errant submissive. She swallowed hard, feeling trapped.
“Now, Olivia.” The order was uncompromisingly compelling and she responded as though she had no will.
She looked up into his familiar green eyes. As they gazed intently down at her with more fire than she’d ever seen, she got dizzy. Maybe it was the alcohol or the stress of coming here all alone, or it could be low blood sugar because she’d skipped dinner, much too nervous to eat. No matter the cause, her world turned on end. Her rubbery knees gave way and she crumbled right into the arms of Joseph Hooks, senior partner at Hooks, Jeffers, and Mahoney, Attorneys-at-law, her boss, her fantasy Dom and the secret love of her life. Then Olivia did something she’d never done in her entire life; she fainted dead away.



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The Blurb:

Thirty-eight-year-old legal secretary Olivia Wright's clock is ticking and she's afraid she's running out of time to find Master Right. Several times she thought she'd found the Dom of her dreams, but instead of the prince she sought, he'd turned out to be a slimy toad. The last one had dumped her unexpectedly and nearly broken her. Now, after a long dry spell, she's ready to try again. She'd really like it to be with the man who'd caught her eye three years ago, but that man is her boss and despite her best efforts, and tightest skirts, he hasn't spared her an extra glance. Resigning herself to unrequited love, she attempts to move on, procuring an invitation to an exclusive BDSM club, hoping Club Decadence will be the answer.

Joseph Hooks isn't your typical Dom. He's NBA tall, with no police or military background to speak of, wears tweed suits, of all things, and on an occasion the dreaded bow tie. But behind his somewhat nerdy appearance is a handsome, green eyed, strict but sensual dominant who's also hell on wheels in a court of law. He's wealthy, powerful, successful, and enjoys popularity among the subs at his private club, at least those who don't flee from the swishing sound of polished rattan, but he's exhausted his search for his perfect submissive and concerned about coming up short. After a frustrating day of watching his gorgeous secretary's delectable bottom in an incredibly tight skirt, he heads to San Antonio to blow off steam and maybe make a connection.

He thinks she's terminally vanilla and straight- laced. She thinks he's not into her, or with the way he ignores her curves and tight skirts, possibly gay. Hopelessly oblivious to what has been staring them in the face for three long years, Joseph and Olivia continue their aimless search for love. Then, one night, as a storm brews outside another rages inside as their paths converge. Will Olivia finally get the Master Prince she deserves, or will her past prevent her from realizing her dream? Will her presence at the club be the sign that Joseph needs to wake up and at long last claim the woman he's yearned for all along?

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Saturday, August 15, 2015

Fall in Love with a Swaggering Nerd on SatSpanks




Saturday Spanks… my favorite blog hop around.  I’m back with my newest release and my latest, bestest hero, Joseph Hooks, who just so happens to be an alpha male and a swaggering nerd.  Enjoy… 


Hooked (Decadence Nights, Book 1)


The setup: 

In this scene, Livvy has left work early and driven two hours in her old clunker and torrential rains to attend a D/s mixer at an exclusive BDSM club in San Antonio.  Alone and nervous, but determined to find the Dom of her dreams, she finds herself seated with a group of submissive who happen to be the owner’s wives and fiancees.  The girls immediately want to help her find her special Dom and think setting her up with a Dom from Austin is the perfect plan.  Imagine her surprise when—

Oh, no.  I won’t spoil it.  Read on…  J.     


My eight line snippet:

*****

“Personally,” Mara said in full disclosure, “I found him rather hard to get a handle on. Fortyish, handsome and extremely tall, taller than Lil T and Tony, even. He’s extremely intelligent, full of confidence, but not in an obnoxious way, and has a wonderfully vibrant infectious laugh. That he wraps it all up in a fuddy-duddy tweed suit, wire framed glasses and a bow tie on occasion is what throws me off. When Joseph represented me last year, I nicknamed him the swaggering nerd.” Her hand flew to her mouth. “I probably shouldn’t have mentioned that. He’s really not a nerd, more like... conservative, yes, that’s a good adjective for him, better yet, old-fashioned.”
Livvy stiffened, her stomach doing a flip flop.
No! It can’t be.

*****

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The Blurb:

Thirty-eight-year-old legal secretary Olivia Wright's clock is ticking and she's afraid she's running out of time to find Master Right. Several times she thought she'd found the Dom of her dreams, but instead of the prince she sought, he'd turned out to be a slimy toad. The last one had dumped her unexpectedly and nearly broken her. Now, after a long dry spell, she's ready to try again. She'd really like it to be with the man who'd caught her eye three years ago, but that man is her boss and despite her best efforts, and tightest skirts, he hasn't spared her an extra glance. Resigning herself to unrequited love, she attempts to move on, procuring an invitation to an exclusive BDSM club, hoping Club Decadence will be the answer.

Joseph Hooks isn't your typical Dom. He's NBA tall, with no police or military background to speak of, wears tweed suits, of all things, and on an occasion the dreaded bow tie. But behind his somewhat nerdy appearance is a handsome, green eyed, strict but sensual dominant who's also hell on wheels in a court of law. He's wealthy, powerful, successful, and enjoys popularity among the subs at his private club, at least those who don't flee from the swishing sound of polished rattan, but he's exhausted his search for his perfect submissive and concerned about coming up short. After a frustrating day of watching his gorgeous secretary's delectable bottom in an incredibly tight skirt, he heads to San Antonio to blow off steam and maybe make a connection.

He thinks she's terminally vanilla and straight- laced. She thinks he's not into her, or with the way he ignores her curves and tight skirts, possibly gay. Hopelessly oblivious to what has been staring them in the face for three long years, Joseph and Olivia continue their aimless search for love. Then, one night, as a storm brews outside another rages inside as their paths converge. Will Olivia finally get the Master Prince she deserves, or will her past prevent her from realizing her dream? Will her presence at the club be the sign that Joseph needs to wake up and at long last claim the woman he's yearned for all along?


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Sorry for the spanking-less snippet today, but I thought the 100 swats I gave you last week was sufficient.  Hop on now, spankos, and enjoy the other sexy blogs of Saturday Spankings!

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Buckle Up, Lil T, Its Going To Be One Helluva Ride!

It’s with bittersweet emotions, that I write Club Decadence 6.  The final chapter that will bring to a close (well, sort of) my 7 book series of those hot, sexy Dominant Green Berets you love to love. 


In What About Love, free spirited Antonio “Lil T” Minelli who has sworn to never settle down with one woman, meets his match in ex-police detective, Angela Hixson.  He lusts after her and can’t purge her from his mind.


In this scene, Lil T returns home after a three-month long bounty hunting road trip to find Angie being trained by another man.  Keep your hands and feet inside the vehicle at all times, T, and buckle up.  It's going to be one helluva ride!


Excerpt:


“Since when do we offer private lessons to the SAPD?”


Shifting his concentration briefly, Rick looked at T for an instant, before refocusing on the monitors and resuming his constant scanning.  “You haven’t heard?  She quit the force and works for Rossi now.” 


“Doing what?”  T frowned, not liking some of the scenarios—extremely dangerous ones—that immediately came to mind. 


“Investigations mostly, that’s her strong suit, but with her experience and some additional training, well, who knows what else. You know we’ve needed a female operative every so often.”


“I suppose,” he grumbled watching as she spoke with Dan Ogilvie, who had joined her on the range.  “Dano’s her handler?”


“Yeah, Cap wanted you to train her and work on the problem with her aim, but with you wandering the southwest these past few months, Dano was tagged for the job.”


A weapons sergeant on their A-team for years with expertise in all manner of ordnance, including guns and explosives, training the FNG’s at Rossi had fallen to T.  Training Angie Hixson was a whole other animal.  Immediately, thoughts of her in his arms, his hard front pressed to her soft, rounded backside while teaching her to line up her sights.  An image of them in the gym popped in his head, with her grappling with him on the mats as he taught her hand-to-hand maneuvers.  In an easy take-down, he’d straddle her hips and lean forward, enjoying the press of her full tits against his chest as he pinned her  He could almost feel her warm body against him as he held her immobilized  on the floor, his much larger frame caging her as she wiggled and squirmed to get free.  The brief fantasy was enough to make his dick hard and his balls tingle and ache. 


Shifting in his seat, he acknowledged that he’d dodged a bullet by being unavailable.  Glancing at the monitor, he saw her smiling up at Dano, then breaking into laughter, her hand coming out to squeeze the older man’s forearm as she bent forward, clearly amused by something her trainer had said.


She was beautiful, more so when she smiled.  And her body...  He panned down from her face, lingering over the tight t-shirt that conformed to every curve and the even tighter, body-hugging workout pants the molded to her shapely legs.  Spandex, he’d bet money on it.  Damn.  His own pants had become excruciatingly tight.  He stood abruptly, ready to get home and grab a cold shower. 


“Heading to the club tonight?” Rick asked as T headed toward the door. 


“Damn straight.  Finding a sub on the road is a real bitch.” 


Unconsciously, he adjusted his cock to a less strained position not registering his hand’s location until Rick’s amused snicker followed him out the door.  He didn’t give a fuck, an alternate plan formulating in his plan: head home, jerk off in the shower—as he had for the past three months, except for the one time about six weeks in when he’d hooked up with a vanilla chick outside Lubbock, which was less than inspiring or satisfying, still he’d gotten his rocks off—after that he’d catch a few z’s and head to the club.  Once there he’d find a willing subbie in need of a good long flogging and fucking, in that specific order.  Usually he liked to build it, starting slow with at least an hour of torturous play until she was begging to be fucked.  His control was going to be limited tonight, however, so his needs might have to come first and twice.


His lust starved mind conjured up an image of a blue-eyed blonde, her long, glossy hair coiled like a rope around his wrist as he plunged relentlessly between her creamy thighs as she bent over in front of him.  When she turned her head to look back over her shoulder, her imaginary blue eyes turned to a haunting hazel brown.  In his fantasy, they glimmered with desire as her plump pink lips parted and the tip of her tongue slipped out, slicking along the lower curve of her mouth.  


Dream Angie whispered, “Fuck me harder, T,” as she spread wider for him, angling her hips so he could sink deeper into her warm, wet, welcoming pussy.


He reached down, squeezing his cock to keep from shooting off in his pants like a fourteen-year-old boy.  T groaned, not caring in the least that their receptionist was in earshot, or that she had an up close and personal view of the bulge in his jeans as he rushed by and through the double doors where she crouched, cleaning the glass.  The only thing he cared about was getting some relief.  He determined his sub for the night would be blonde, not tall, and with small tits.  The complete opposite of Angie’s killer curves and fuck me looks.  He also resolved that when he was deep inside another woman and closed his eyes, he wouldn’t see her beautiful face, the one that had invaded his dreams and occupied every waking fantasy for the past three fucking months.



*****

That’s it for now, I'm afraid.  Too much temptation?  Tide yourself over with another in the Decadence series until then.  Or, take a peek at Decadence LA, which has a featured role in Club Decadence 6.  Or, meet a new Decadence Nights' couple in Hooked, which is out now. 






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Or Get Captain My Captain, the book that started it all, On Amazon today


(Yeah, if you go to Amazon, you'll see a different cover.  Poor Cap and Megan spent some time in the prude dungeon for hand on boob and "O" face.  Still, this is the original and you'll see it everywhere else.)



Or visit my Amazon page for other books in the series and my other titles.  

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When is What About Love due out, you ask?  I’m editing as fast as I can, I promise.   So my answer has to be soon. 


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