You’ll
find links to the discounted books at the end of this post.
Meanwhile, browse the special catalog that Smashwords has put
together for this event here:
To
whet your appetite, I have a Sunday Snog excerpt from the story “On
the Beach”, which is included in my BDSM ménage
collection Coming
in Costume – now 50% off!
When
you’re done with my snog, don’t forget to visit Victoria’s
Sunday Snog page, for more sexy kisses!
And
remember, you’ll find links to all my discounted books after the
excerpt.
“Turn
around,” James orders. I glance at Greg. He nods. I understand that
I am to obey them both today.
My
husband’s friend traces one of the stripes on my shoulder, then
slips down to fondle another welt on my ass. His touch, though
gentle, wakes new pain in my battered flesh. I wince and he lands a
sudden slap on my punished butt. I don’t mind. I feel myself
moistening, melting, yielding as always to the intoxicating
combination of tenderness and power.
“We
really did a job on you.” His voice is gruff with lust, but I also
hear something like awe.
“Sorry,
Bella.” He draws my hair aside to nuzzle at my nape.
“Don’t
apologise to the slave, James.” Greg steps in front of me. His cock
is now fully engorged. It sways as he steps closer to tweak my
nipples. Lightning sizzles down to my clit. His cock bats against my
thigh. I lower my gaze, as I’ve been taught. “The slave exists to
serve us. If we want to beat her, we beat her. She’s happy to
beaten, as long as it pleases us.”
He
sounds like some Dom in a cheesy romance novel. That doesn’t mean
it isn’t true. With his finger and thumb, he tips my chin up so
that our eyes meet. A wild light burns in his, fierce and proud and
full of love. Joy balloons in my chest, ready to burst.
When
his mouth descends to mine, I open immediately to his probing tongue.
I want him to take everything he can. He tastes of espresso and maple
syrup, from the decadent brunch James cooked for us. His familiar
scent fills my nostrils, like sun-warmed earth. His vacation stubble
grazes my cheek. Every sensation is welcome, glorious. His lips seal
themselves to mine, drinking in my devotion. This is my husband, my
lover, my master. I deny him nothing.
Releasing
my chin, he molds my breasts, squeezing the soft flesh, dragging his
thumbs over the rigid tips, making my poor, soaked pussy ache for his
hardness. His sharp teeth nip the corner of my mouth and I gasp at
the sudden pain. My clit throbs in the aftermath.
“Isabella,”
he murmurs, delving deeper, taking more. Delicious weakness seizes
me, but James is behind me, hands encircling my waist, simultaneously
caressing and supporting me. My husband’s friend licks his way down
my spine, leaving a wet trail that cools in the sea breeze. Then
suddenly he parts my rear cheeks and sweeps his tongue across my rear
hole, still loose and sensitised from last night’s invasions.
My
muscles clench. A shudder races through me. I’m teetering on the
edge of climax, with James mouth busily working to push me over.
“Don’t
come,” comes Greg’s voice, close to my ear. But it’s too late.
James stabs his tongue into my pussy, Greg grinds his cock against my
pubis, and I dissolve, relentless pleasure surging through me in
massive waves.
I
bury my face in Greg’s chest to smother my screams. My two lovers
hold me while I shake like a rag doll, helpless with delight.
Finally,
the spasms subside. Greg shakes his head, his lips purse in mock
disapproval.
“Really,
Isabella! I thought you were better trained.”
~
~ ~
Get
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Contract for Christmas (BDSM ménage)
The
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Hearts
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Gray
Christmas (holiday romance – free!)
Slush
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2 comments:
I look forward to this each year! :)
Knowing how much you read, Colleen, I am not surprised!
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