Blurb
The
love between Coach and Rayna seems unshakable. The life they are
building is better than either had dreamed possible.
Trusting
him completely, she allows him to take her deeper into HIS world.
Coach introduces her to the life he once lived, as Master Demon at
the BDSM house, Fallen. Back then, he was free to set his Demon loose
with masochistic women who craved his dominance.
While
there, Coach insists she submit to him completely and without
hesitation, but can she live up to his expectations, or is he asking
more of her than she can give?
Rayna
meets and forms a connection with one of his former submissives. Can
Coach accept the blooming friendship between the two women, or will
his tumultuous history cause problems?
Now
that he’s testing the freedoms of Demon, can Coach and Rayna
survive the blending of past and future lifestyles?
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Excerpt
“I
fucking own you!” I hiss.
“No,
you don’t,” she hisses back. She’s really pushing her
boundaries and I’m so madly in love with her because of it. This
woman owns me, not the other way around, and she knows it.
“We’ll
see,” I growl through clenched teeth. My inner Demon is
shadowboxing.
I
pull her head forward, sliding my prick into her throat again, this
time, she doesn’t gag, which I find to be disappointing. I hold her
in place, humping my prick down her throat, again and again. I won’t
stop until her tears are running down her cheeks taking her mascara
with them. I will mess her make-up and not allow her to make herself
presentable before we leave this room. She, along with everyone here,
will know she is under my control.
When
I pull her face back, the evidence of my punishment is evident with
black tears dripping from her chin. She isn’t crying, it’s just a
reaction from gagging. She can make me stop with just one word, Red.
If
I keep making her suck my cock, I’ll definitely cum. I want to fuck
her good and hard. I make her stand using the grip I have in her
tangled hair. I spin her, so that my arm is at her waist and she’s
bent over facing behind me, her waist held tightly against my hip.
The grip I have on her waist is vicious. She cannot get away.
With
her unable to stand straight up, I yank the hem of her dress up,
exposing her lacy thong. I start swinging my arm, spanking her ass
until she’s crying out and fighting to get away. Her ass is hot and
red, swollen with my handprints covering both cheeks.
I
grasp the thin material that runs between her ass cheeks and yank,
lifting her feet off the ground, but the lace won’t give. I pull it
to the side, that’ll do. My fingers reach between her folds,
slipping in her wetness. Fuck, yes!
I
shove two of my fingers into her drenched cunt and wave, rubbing her
g-spot with a roughness that has her moaning within seconds. She
isn’t fighting to get away anymore. Now she’s squirming and
trying to hump my fingers, but my grip on her body is extensive.
Her
pussy is tightening around my fingers. She’s going to cum. No, she
won’t! I pull my fingers out just before she reaches orgasm. I
resume cracking her ass, alternating from one hot cheek to the other.
She’s fighting to get away again, panting and wailing, but not
saying the word to make it stop.
I
jam my fingers into her again, and fuck her hard, not giving her any
mercy. It isn’t more than ten seconds before she’s ready to cum
again. Just before she does, I stop again, removing my fingers and
continuing with the punishing slaps. She’s fighting me and yelling.
“Fuck
you! Let me go! Fucking stop!”
“Say
the word if you want it to end,” I reply in a calm voice.
I
ram my fingers back into her and bring her close, again. I repeat
this action eight-more times, getting her so near to climax that her
body begins to tighten and then stopping, to inflict more pain. She
isn’t screaming from the pain anymore. Her moans are loud and deep,
like a growl.
She’s
learning what it is to lose herself on that fine line between
pleasure and pain, blurring it to the point where you can’t tell
the difference between the two. This is where I wanted to take her.
She needs to experience this for herself, so she can fully understand
why that woman would challenge her body in that way.
This
time, I don’t pull my hand away. My fingers flail wildly inside her
as her muscles tighten and cease to ease, holding her in a violent
full-body spasm. Her cunt is gripping and pulling and pushing at my
hand. A flood of hot cum sprays from her depths, coating my hand and
splashing to the marble floor.
I
am relentless, not stopping even when the grip she has on my fingers
is so tight that I can hardly move them. Her body is quivering,
twitching and jerking to get free, but I don’t allow it. My fingers
don’t quit, continuing to invade her body with force until she
erupts into a second raging orgasm that has her knees shaking to the
point that they give out. I’m holding her up now, keeping the
momentum going until she rides completely through her climax.
I
stand her up and scoop her into my arms, dropping to one knee and
sitting her on the other. Her head rests on my shoulder, her arms
hang limply around my neck. She’s so weak and I know she’s trying
to get the fogginess of the euphoria to fade away.
“I’m
sorry I had to punish you, but you needed to know your place. I
wanted to prove to you that the threshold of pain can be pushed until
the person can’t decipher between something hurting and something
giving them absolute pleasure.”
“Yes,
I understand,” is all she manages to say.
“I
love you, Rayna,” I whisper, kissing her forehead tenderly.
About
the Author
I
typically write erotic romance novels with a bdsm genre. All of my
tales contain love stories because I do enjoy a happy ending, or at
least one that leaves it open for the reader to assume that they
remain in love for the rest of their lives.
Many
of my plots started out as dreams. When I wake from a one that really
captures me, I write it down as quickly as possible so that I won’t
forget what it was about. Needless to say, I have a lot of plots
scribbled on loss sheets of paper. When I finish writing a book, I go
through my notes to choose one of those scribbled notes start writing
that tale.
Writing
is a passion of mine. While my fingers are typing away, my mind is
lost in the fantasy, playing out the characters actions as if I were
watching a slow-playing movie. I always fall in love with every one
of my characters, even the wicked ones, because each of them will
become my close and personal friend while I’m writing their most
intimate thoughts, building up their personalities and their
histories, so the reader can understand what makes them tick.
I
plan to create many, many more books in the future until most of my
captivating dreams are recorded. Helping people to escape their
everyday woes and into an imaginary existence, even if it’s only
for a little while, makes the effort worthwhile to me.
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me, visit me, let me know what you think!
Special
shout-out to my cover model Chris LaPointe. Here’s how to contact
him for modelling opportunities: Instagram
& Facebook
1 comment:
Congratulations on the new release, Pebbles! This sounds amazing. I can't wait to read it!
Hugs,
Lisabet
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