Friday, February 19, 2016

You're very wet!

Hey there Everyone! Guess what it's Saturday and time for another round of hot bottoms. I'll be sharing a warm snippet from my recent release Innocence Enslaved Co-authored with Maddie Taylor. I don't think an into is needed for this one, you'll figure out what's going on soon enough. ;-)

“You are very wet as the result of my hand, little one.”

Wholly mortified, she couldn’t pretend anymore that he didn’t know. A groan of shame slipped through her lips while her mind cried out for deliverance, by chance, to disappear in a puff of smoke or for the earth to open up and consume her whole. None of that happened. She remained as she was, bared in all her wet glory before the man whose uncompromising authority and masterful touch had made her that way.

“Hush now, for a woman to become aroused from a few swats on the behind isn’t as an uncommon as you might think. The strap won’t be as easy as my palm, however. Spread your legs a bit wider for me now.”

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Tuesday, February 16, 2016

You want this?


Hi there Everyone. I got some good news. Lee Savino has a new book out in her Rocky Mountain Series. There's some seriously hot Wild West Western stuff going on here that you won't wanna miss.


Check out this excitingly hot excerpt and tell me you're not as intrigued as I am. 

"You want this?" He asked, pressing his cock into her fleshy backside, ripping up the frothy mess of fabric to find her flesh while his other hand dove into her front, finding a breast and squeezing the fleshy mound.

"Yes," she moaned, arching her back and pressing her hot bottom against his. He couldn't tear his trousers open fast enough, so he didn't try. Instead, he rubbed himself against her, then placed a large hand on her tiny waist and flattened her against the bed, in a semblance of the punishment position she'd been in only minutes before.

Her cheek hit the bed; her fingers automatically curling into the  quilt. Whether she expected more discipline or pleasure, he didn't know, but he took only a second to note her acquiescence before he forced her legs apart. He knelt and fastened his mouth to her sweet center.

Susannah howled above him, but he was lost in her depths, sucking on the plump lips, kissing up her hot, little bottom, scraping the red flesh with his rough cheeks, adding whisker burn to the list of her hurts. He didn't care; he wanted her to feel him for days after. By the way the little minx was thrusting her bottom back on his face, she didn't care either. As soon as she screamed out her release, Jesse undid his breeches and flipped her over, grabbing her legs and jerking her closer. Fisting his cock, he probed her center, teasing her overstimulated nub until she shuddered with little aftershocks of pleasure.

Placing a hand by her head, he leaned over her, while the other kept a grip on her creamy thigh, drawing her closer.

"I'm going to take you now Susannah. I'm going to ruin you for all men. Even if you leave, you'll always think of this moment when I made you mine."

Oh Man, Dominance just rolls of this guy, doesn't it? 'IF' You're still hear reading and want to know a little more. Here's the blurb:


On her way to marry a man she’s never met, Susannah’s stagecoach is robbed by a tall, dark-haired outlaw.  When she tries to stop him, her struggles only lead to a humiliating bare-bottom spanking at his hands. Eventually, he lets her go, but she can’t stop thinking of him, even dreaming about him right up to her wedding day.In fact, her new groom looks a lot like the black-haired rogue… 

Jesse Oberon Wilder made a bet with his brother that he could marry by summer. That gives him enough time to carry out his plan to destroy the man who’s threatened his family. But when his plans lead him to rob his mail order bride’s stagecoach, he realizes that not everything can be solved by riding a horse or shooting a gun. 

Will Jesse’s plans of revenge cost him the woman of his dreams?  Or can true love tame a rogue?
This stand-alone book is set in the 1860s Wild West and contains domestic discipline scenes, including over-the-knee spankings with a hand and a quirt.

Wondering where you can get your hands on this Wicked Western? 
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More about Lee.
Bestselling author Lee Savino has grandiose plans for world domination, but most days can’t find her wallet or her keys, so she stays in and writes. She's super excited about partnering with Blushing Books to publish her erotic Westerns, and hopes you are enjoying the couples of the fictional town of Royal, Colorado as much as she is. The Rocky Mountain Series continues with three more books starring Calum MacDonnell, Lord Sebastian Chivington, and their lady loves.

Thanks for visiting today folks. I hope you all enjoy... I know I will be, soon... very soon!

Saturday, February 13, 2016

Unleasing the Beast!

Hi there folks! I'm live and in person here today with Jordan St. John and his newest hit release. The Beast's woman.




Oh Baby would you look at that cover! Whew.... Drake's my new book boyfriend for sure! 
So Jordan, what were you aiming for when writing this story? 

The idea was to write a thriller that could stand on its own as a piece of exciting paranormal fiction, but to meld it with a romance that resolves in a satisfying way instead of ending in tragedy. And, of course, to make spanking and BDSM a major sub theme, both to the romance and to the story line.

What do you mean "instead of ending in tragedy?"

 Well, Drake, the alpha male character, is a shape shifter who lives with a curse. He is obligated to use his awesome power to protect a tribe of people who have gifted him with the ability to change into an unstoppable beast at will. But he must learn to control it. If you remember “The Wolf Man,” Lon Chaney, Jr.’s character is Larry Talbot, changed into a werewolf by a bite from another werewolf and cursed to revert to a savage beast at the full moon. He kills whoever he comes into contact with, unable to control his violent nature. Tragically, he attacks the woman he loves and must be killed to save her life. Drake must satisfy the same urge but is taught to quell it by diverting it into a type of sexual desire. He feeds off of the pain and pleasure responses of his sexual partners, at such times becoming a sort of sexual satyr to satisfy his inner demon. Eventually he falls in love with the heroine, Lucy, and makes a life changing decision to try and lift the curse.

What were some of your influences while writing this?

Wow. Lots. M. R. James, the great English ghost story writer. Joseph Conrad’s “Heart of Darkness;” James Blish’s wonderful novel, “Black Easter,” Stephen Hunter’s “Pale Horse Coming.” Those are just a few. When it comes to thrillers I soak up ideas from everywhere.

How about an excerpt?

Sure here you go. 

He broke the silence. “You’re an amateur—and utterly naive. Whatever game you are playing at, you are in way over your head. You need to go home like a good little girl and stay out of this.”
Lucy sputtered. “You can’t talk to me that way. I’ll have you know I’m a reporter for the Times. A good one.”

“You are a dilettante and you are about to be in serious trouble of a type you can’t imagine. Go home.”

Lucy tossed her head and set her jaw. “I’m not done looking around yet.”

The man stared her down. “You will either get out of here and go home, or I’ll put you over my knee and spank your little bottom raw, right here and now.”

What did he just say? Lucy froze at the threat. Spank her? The prospect of a humiliating spanking at the hands of this man flashed through her head as she saw herself rudely upended, bottom up. Then her ire rose. “Don’t you threaten me. I have as much right to be here as you. More, actually. You wouldn’t dare touch me.”

“Have it your way,” said the man as he advanced.
Lucy stumbled backwards and slipped. She fell on her back on the bed. The effigy popped out of her waistband where she had tucked it, and fell at the man’s feet.

“So,” he said, bending to pick it up. “You lied, and on top of that you were going to cart this off.” He shook his head. “I’m going to impart a valuable lesson here, one that might save your life. You will stay away from this place and everything connected to it.”

He reached for her. Lucy tried to scoot away, but he was too quick and too strong. He sat on the bed and flipped her across his knees.

“Noo!” Lucy shrieked, but the man was undeterred. The next thing she felt was her skirt being lifted and her tights being rucked down. Underneath she wore a thong. He left that in place at least.

For the next several minutes the apartment of Kiri Constantine rang out with the sounds of a sturdy male palm meeting bare female flesh. Crack after crack exploded across her rear. Lucy had never felt anything like it. Her bottom burned red hot with the repeated smacks. The spanks assaulted her rear cheeks with a relentless intensity, the sting in her bobbing fanny increasing with each meaty smack until she was sure that she’d burst into tears any moment.

She felt overpowered, helpless, and utterly humiliated. Bare bottomed, held face down over this man’s knee and powerless, she wriggled and fought, but he held her in an iron grip, seemingly effortlessly. As smack after smack assaulted her nearly bare behind, Lucy could do nothing but flutter her legs and wail.

Hot damn, what a Hot spanking excerpt. Just the way I like it! 

How about the blurb? 

Up-and-coming investigative reporter Lucy McCall jumps at the chance to look into the story of the disappearance of several young women in New Orleans, but the situation quickly becomes personal after a good friend of hers is taken. A tiny voodoo doll left behind at each of the women’s homes serves as the kidnapper’s only calling card.
While snooping around her friend’s apartment in search of anything that might help shed light on what took place, Lucy is surprised to be confronted by a mysterious, darkly handsome man who demands that she stop pursuing the story. Her surprise turns to shock when the man takes her over his knee, bares her bottom, and spanks her soundly to drive his point home. Undeterred by the man’s stern warnings, Lucy continues her investigation, and soon she crosses paths once more with the very same man who so recently punished her in such a humiliating manner.
The last thing someone like Drake needs is a naïve, headstrong reporter sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong, but Lucy proves more determined and resourceful than he expected. Knowing the terrible danger she faces while going it alone, Drake reluctantly agrees to accept Lucy’s help in his efforts to thwart the plans of the one responsible for the disappearances. But as she has already learned the hard way, her bare bottom will pay the price if she fails to do as she is told.
Drake has a dark secret of his own, however, and he stays in the shadows for a reason. When she discovers his true nature, Lucy is both terrified and filled with a desire more intense than anything she has ever felt before. Soon enough she finds herself crying out from both pain and pleasure as he punishes her, dominates her, and takes her harder than she had thought possible. Drake’s fierce lovemaking leaves her longing for more, but will he be able to keep her safe as they prepare to confront the evil stalking the city?

Publisher’s Note: The Beast’s Woman is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. 
I'm not waiting another min... I'm off to grab my copy now!

Mel, wait... you can't just leave Jordan here by himself. Mel?... Melody? Well I'll be darned. She did Jordan. Mel just up an left like her pants were on fire. I guess it's up to me to thank you for stopping by.

Ha ha ha... Thanks Yellow it was nice being here. 

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Tuesday, February 9, 2016

"Ouch... ouch...oh, oh, OH!"

Hi Everyone. I'm back this week with another HOT excerpt from Innocence Enslaved. And I really do mean it's hot, literately. Em's just received a spanking and Corbet has some special plans for her aftercare ;-) 


“Over my lap,” he ordered, with a pat on his thigh. Though he was contrite, the sense of command had not left him.

Emilia found herself obeying and positioned herself as he’d asked.  She didn’t object when he rearranged her to his liking.  It put her at an angle where her hands touched the floor in front, while his long legs, left her feet dangling above the straw strewn floor on the other side. The cool contrast of his palm resting on her hot cheeks felt so good that a quiet sigh passed her lips, then he rubbed on the balm and the icy sting ended that.
 
“Ouch!” she squealed, trying to jerk away from his stroking fingers. Corbet held her still, slathering on more as her head snapped around. 
“That burns.”

“It will last only for a few moments,” he reassured her. “Then it will draw out the heat. By morning, you’ll barely know you’ve been spanked.”

She watched as he dipped his fingers back into the tin and collected more of the stingy stuff.  Clenching both her teeth and her buttocks in anticipation of more chilling fire, she waited.  When it didn’t come, she glanced up to see him struggling to contain a smile.
“Is something funny?” she inquired.

“You took ten good strokes from my belt much better than this mild spanking.”

“Mild!”

“Yes, little one, you’re barely pink.” He failed to hide the upward curve of his lips as he went back to applying the balm. “Don’t tense up.  It only makes it worse. In fact, don’t watch at all.”
He wrapped his arm around her waist, and raised one of his knees so that she pitched toward the floor, blocking her view of what he was doing. All she could see was the muscles in his arm and back, flexing beneath his shirt as he moved.

She felt cheated. For the first time, since her unorthodox behavior the night before, he had a genuine smile on his face and she couldn’t see it. Disarmingly devastating, she adored his smile, it overtook his features, from the flash of white contrasting with his tanned skin, to the way it reached his eyes, making them twinkle, and the little crinkles that flared out on the sides.

His fingers continued to rub her intimate flesh, massaging slow and gentle. The sting dissipated quickly as he’d promised, leaving her to enjoy the careful meandering of his fingers.  She would gladly take the brief sting for the pleasure of his lingering touch.  He scooped up some more, however, and the icy burn landed lower, on a particularly sensitive area, in the crease between her cheek and thigh and dangerously close to the space between her legs.  She yelped, bucking her hips.
 
“Shh,” he murmured, tightening his arm as he rubbed it in. “Almost done.”

She whimpered at the delicious tingles his fingers created, and when for a brief moment, the backs of his fingers grazed her curls, she could feel her juices gathering.  Emilia couldn’t fight her arousal any longer. His touch was a sensual torture too exquisite to resist. No matter what she forced herself to think about—or not think about—her body responded shamelessly, especially when his fingers came close to her center.  She moaned, moving her legs apart, unable to stop herself. “W-what are you doing?” she queried.

He didn’t answer holding her tight as he kept fanning the flames of her need with the slow, leisurely play.  Finding it unbearable, she wiggled trying to ease the ache. That’s when she felt it.  Like an iron rod wedged against her hip, the hard length of him had surged to life.  It dug into her flesh, and she reveled in the discomfort, a testament that he wasn’t unaffected by her after all.
 
She parted her legs more and tilted her bottom invitingly. He responded by sifting his fingers through her curls until they met with the plump swollen lips between her thighs. A long deep moan rolled up from her chest as he slowly caressed them. The residue of the stinging balm remaining on his fingers added to the excitement, like ice and fire, the tingling sensation caused her sex to clench uncontrollably.  She waited, ready to ignite, hoping desperately that his fingers would explore further, and willing to beg his mercy if they did not.

“Let me give you pleasure, little one, to make up for the pain.” The deep, rumble of desire that emanated from deep in his chest, made her squirm wantonly on his lap. “Be still and trust me,” he urged.

“Yes, sir.” Her answer came out so soft she doubted that he heard.

Whether he did or not, didn’t seem to affect him or his plan for her, as his fingers slid along each side of her slit, separating the folds and spreading her open. Heat rushed to her face knowing he had a perfect view of her secrets and the lewd wetness he had created. She tensed, grabbing onto the legs of the stool for support and letting out a strangled squeal, as the tip of one finger located the pulsing spot that had been begging for his touch.

His name escaped in a throaty moan from her parted lips as his finger circled slowly, gliding easily through her copious wetness. Nothing had ever felt so amazing. Her body quivered under his ministrations as the hard reminder of his desire jerked beneath her. That made her think of nothing except having him inside her.  She instinctively ached to be filled in a way she had never experienced, but knew would help assuage the fiery need. She didn’t care if she gave up her innocence when he took her, she needed to feel him there.

“You’re so close, dove. Surrender to the pleasure.” He rolled her swollen nub between his finger and thumb, applying more pressure until she thought she would burst.

Then suddenly, every muscle in her body tightened as she spiraled higher.

“That’s it, sweetling,” he urged softly. “Let go for me.”
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Saturday, February 6, 2016

Maddie and Melody strike again.


Hi there folks. I hope you've all had a nice relaxing weekend. I'm here today to share a few short lines from Innocence Enslaved, a Medieval romance brought to you by Maddie Taylor and Myself. I hope you enjoy. 


I've chosen a bite from a naughty scene. I do hope you don't mind. ☺

With the prince looking on, Ranulf directed Priscilla, the brunette, and Ursula, the redhead to lie on the floor, their thighs wide spread and aimed in Prince Nordman’s direction while they pleasured themselves with their nimble fingers. As they splayed their wet lips and began to play with their glistening folds, Ranulf bound the third wench by the wrists and ankles to the inside of a freestanding wooden frame.  He then knelt before her spread and vulnerable body. Taking up one of his implements, a smooth phallic-shaped piece of polished wood, without preamble, he pushed it into her quivering cunt, filling her until she moaned loudly. He proceeded to frig her with it, pulling and twisting her clamped nipples with his free hand as he did.
Drusilla tossed her golden head, writhing in her restraints while crying out for more.

If that didn't whet your appetite I don't know what will, but if your interested in a bit more of this story you can keep reading. Here's the blurb: 

When she is abducted from her village, eighteen-year-old Emilia Selkirk’s world is turned upside down almost instantly. Stripped naked, bound, and placed on the auction block, her fate seems hopeless indeed, until a tall, handsome man speaks up to bid on her. His firm, commanding voice sets her blood on fire even as the kindness of his tone warms her heart, and she dares to hope that the future may not be as grim as she feared.

Corbet Mills, a wealthy merchant, has sworn off love forever. He has seen more than enough cruelty for one lifetime and slave auctions hold no interest for him, but when he sets eyes on Emilia he is captivated. Perhaps it is the quiet defiance evident in her pose or perhaps it is simply the alluring curves of the young redhead’s beautiful, naked form, but something about her calls to him, and he finds he can’t leave her to the cruel intentions of the leering crowd.

Intent on playing the part of the hero and keeping Emilia safe and pure until he can return her to her family, Corbet does his best to resist her allure. He provides for her, cares for her, and guides her, even when that means taking her over his knee and administering a long, hard bare-bottom spanking to correct her behavior. Yet as he struggles to contain his growing desire to claim Emelia as his own, an old enemy takes a deeply unwholesome interest in her. In the midst of intrigue, danger, revenge, and murder, can Corbet protect the woman he has come to love?

Publisher’s Note: Innocence Enslaved is an erotic romance novel written in collaboration by Maddie Taylor and Melody Parks. It includes spankings, sexual scenes, exhibitionism, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


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Friday, February 5, 2016

She hasn't earned a thrashing!

Hello there lovelies. It's been quite a while since my last appearance here on #SatSpanks and I am elated to be back with a new book to share. Maddie Taylor and I have teamed up again to bring you an exciting new Medieval romance. Innocence Enslaved. A story about a young girl who's been taken captive by an evil neighboring kingdom and sold as a pleasure slave. But to her good fortune she is purchased by one of the very few good men of Lancore, Corbet Mills. However, that doesn't seem to stop her from finding trouble with a capitol T. 
After being separated from her owner after a ruckus in town, Emilia makes her way back to Corbet's house thinking he will be overjoyed to see her safe return. To her dismay, things don't go quite as planned and she's now viewed as a runaway slave who must be punished.


“I came back as soon as I could.  I haven’t earned a thrashing.” Tears crept into her pleas and her body began to quiver. “I did nothing wrong.”

He finished removing her beautiful gown and discarded it onto a pile of dirty straw on the floor as though it were naught but a threadbare scrap meant for the rag bag.  She stood in a nearly translucent shift, with a dozen men gazing hungrily upon her, and stared up at him with as much appeal as she could muster.  She didn’t think a reprieve was coming, however, not when his face darkened into an angry glower.

“You left town with someone willingly, didn’t you?”

She hesitated, which was as good as an admission.

Want a bit more? Here's the blurb:
When she is abducted from her village, eighteen-year-old Emilia Selkirk’s world is turned upside down almost instantly. Stripped naked, bound, and placed on the auction block, her fate seems hopeless indeed, until a tall, handsome man speaks up to bid on her. His firm, commanding voice sets her blood on fire even as the kindness of his tone warms her heart, and she dares to hope that the future may not be as grim as she feared.

Corbet Mills, a wealthy merchant, has sworn off love forever. He has seen more than enough cruelty for one lifetime and slave auctions hold no interest for him, but when he sets eyes on Emilia he is captivated. Perhaps it is the quiet defiance evident in her pose or perhaps it is simply the alluring curves of the young redhead’s beautiful, naked form, but something about her calls to him, and he finds he can’t leave her to the cruel intentions of the leering crowd.

Intent on playing the part of the hero and keeping Emilia safe and pure until he can return her to her family, Corbet does his best to resist her allure. He provides for her, cares for her, and guides her, even when that means taking her over his knee and administering a long, hard bare-bottom spanking to correct her behavior. Yet as he struggles to contain his growing desire to claim Emelia as his own, an old enemy takes a deeply unwholesome interest in her. In the midst of intrigue, danger, revenge, and murder, can Corbet protect the woman he has come to love?

Publisher’s Note: Innocence Enslaved is an erotic romance novel written in collaboration by Maddie Taylor and Melody Parks. It includes spankings, sexual scenes, exhibitionism, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Where can you get your hands on it you ask?
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Tuesday, February 2, 2016

The return of Emilia.

Hi there folks I have some good news. Maddie Taylor and I have teamed up once again to bring you an enthralling new and oh so sexy medieval story called Innocence Enslaved. If any of you recall the story about Emilia and Corbet, it's here and finally done. And what's even better... It's releasing this Friday! 

I'm so excited to be working with Maddie again and know you're going to love what we've done with Em and Corbet. So, without further ado, here's a hot little snippet I've picked out so you can get reacquainted with the couple. Just to give you a quick recap, Emilia was snatched by some brutes from Lancore and sold as a pleasure slave. But to her good fortune she was purchased by the kind and caring Corbet Mills. However that doesn't seem to keep her from finding trouble as you'll see in the excerpt below where Em gets her first spanking from Corbet.


When he stopped, her body hummed, yearning for more. 
Never had she been so aroused, or more embarrassed. She couldn’t imagine why she was reacting so wantonly to a spanking, and didn’t have time to figure it out when the clink of his belt buckle made her breath catch in her throat.  
He pushed her dress up further, well above the small of her back, leaving no barrier between her skin and his leather.  His hand returned, his fingers gliding over her tingling buttocks, then they moved lower, the tips grazing the soaked flesh of her inner thighs. Dear heaven above!


“You are very wet as the result of my hand, little one.”
 
Wholly mortified, she couldn’t pretend anymore that he didn’t know. A groan of shame slipped through her lips while her mind cried out for deliverance, by chance, to disappear in a puff of smoke or for the earth to open up and consume her whole.  None of that happened.  She remained as she was, bared in all her wet glory before the man whose uncompromising authority and masterful touch had made her that way.


“Hush now, for a woman to become aroused from a few swats on the behind isn’t as an uncommon as you might think. The strap won’t be as easy as my palm, however.  Spread your legs a bit wider for me now.” 


She didn’t, frozen in shock at his request, and having no idea why he would want her to do that.  “But—” she choked out, biting back her protest as two hard swats of his hand fell sharply on each stinging cheek.

“I gave you an order, dove.  If I must ask again your count with the belt will be doubled.”

That got her moving.  When she obeyed and had shifted her legs twice a hand’s breadth apart, his hand curling around the inside of her thigh made them spread farther.

“I’ll need you to stay in place for these next ten,” he murmured, as if the intimate caress hadn’t occurred.  “A wide stance will help you do that and also keep your balance.”

His hand moved from her thigh, smoothed up over her buttocks, rubbing the hot skin he had previously spanked as he went.  It felt glorious, but was gone too soon, swiftly replaced by the sharp bite and loud crack of his belt.

“Ah,” she yelped, her skin instantly on fire from the biting sting.  Instinctively, she reached back to protect herself from the next lash.
He caught her wrist and moved her hand back up by her head.

“If your hands get in my way, I’ll have no choice except to tie them.”

Emilia quickly move it back into place, gripping the edge of the desk as before, except now she squeezed so tight her knuckles blanched white in anticipation of the next blow.  It soon landed right below the last. She clenched her teeth, while the burning sensation seeped in deep.

“Not quite as pleasant as my hand, is it?” The leather snapped, catching the crease of one thigh.

“No, sir,” she replied shrilly, the high pitched tone nearly piercing her ears.

“And it’s not meant to be, or it wouldn’t be an effective punishment.”

Droplets of moisture formed on her brow, her knees trembling as the belt struck twice more in lightening quick succession.  The blazing blast not only heating her skin, but sending a jolt shooting straight through to the tingling nub at the front of her mound. She shifted her hips, attempting to bring it some ease as it pulsed insistently.

“Be still.  I’d hate to miss my mark while you’re wriggling about.”

An image of the wide leather belt landing between her spread thighs jumped into her head.  She bit back a groan. By the saints, she should be in tears with the biting force he was using, instead she found her body craved the next stroke of the lash. As the leather hit across the lower curve of both cheeks at once, then again, it applied pressure to the weeping flesh in between. No longer having the ability to suppress it, her low moan resonated throughout the room.
 
With the next, the eighth by her count, she heard a low masculine grunt behind her.  His hand threaded in her hair, keeping her facing front before she could twist around and see what was wrong.  The firm pull on her scalp sent waves of exhilaration rushing through her.  She loved it, basking in the firm control he was exerting over her. 
   
With the final two blows an intensely erotic vision popped into her head, of Corbet’s taking her as she was now, his cock penetrating deep, relentlessly claiming her channel as he pulled her head back by the hair, her body bowed tight under his complete command as he took whatever he wanted from her.  Unable to stop it, a guttural entreaty emerged from her lips.

“Master, please.”

But his belt clattered onto the desk—it was done.  She should have been relieved, but instead, her body craved something more, vibrating with a sense of frustration she didn’t quite understand. Her mind, however, was in turmoil. Merciful heavens, what must he think of her now?  Twisting her hips, her body reacting like that of a shameless whore when she should have been showing remorse for what she’d done. She couldn’t have been more ashamed of herself, or more confused.


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