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At last! The latest installment in my Vegas Babes series hits the online bookshelves today. I’ve been working on Babes in Bondage – well, it seems like forever. I’m proud to present my latest literate smut for your entertainment.

Oh, and just to liven things up, I’m giving away a copy of the first Vegas Babes book, Hot Brides in Vegas. All you have to do to enter the drawing leave me a comment on this post to enter the drawing.

Blurb

It’s 9 PM in Vegas. Do you know your safe word?

Some people just won’t mind their own business. When an anti-porn terrorist group shuts down the Sin City Fetish Fair, Larry Archer offers The Fox’s Den as an alternative venue. With the assistance of newly arrived dominant Master Shark, plans for the Den’s very first Kink Night quickly take shape. Indeed, the denizens of the Den are practicing their BDSM techniques well before the event.

Blonde, beautiful and untouched, Patricia Hastings leads the Citizens Resisting American Perversion in their fight against filth. She’s determined to destroy the licentious, permissive, anything-but-vanilla strip club – whatever it takes. A smidgen of plastic explosive should do the trick... If only she can resist her attraction to the voluptuous, red-headed minx Annie, and her own secret craving for surrender.

Caught in the act of sabotage, Patty faces a choice: arrest, scandal and prison, or private punishment at the hands of Master Shark and his horny acolytes. Will C.R.A.P.’s paragon of purity uphold her prudish principles? Or consent to the violations that populate her forbidden fantasies?

Exclusive Excerpt

“And what about you, Ted?” Stephen gently tipped Daphne onto the floor and leaned forward, skewering Ted with his intense gaze. “Are you into kink?”

“I—I don’t know,” he stuttered. “Aside from a couple of spankings, I don’t have any experience.”

“You seem pretty turned on, watching me torture Daphne.”

“Because—well, because it looks like she wants it so much.”

Stephen nodded. “Exactly. That’s the key, the fundamental appeal of kink. You want to do all sorts of outrageous things to your sub, to use her body and mess with her mind—and she’s willing, eager in fact, to cooperate.”

Ted thought about Annie. Nobody would ever label her as submissive. Yet she loved to have him use her. She’d let him do pretty much anything he wanted. Her pleasure multiplied his own.

“I could teach you,” Master Shark continued. “My intuition tells me you have the makings of a fine Dom.”

Erotic recollections flooded back. Since getting together with Annie, he’d sucked Joel’s and Rosa’s cocks, been pegged by Joel’s wife Miranda and been butt-fucked by his best friend Jake. The memories made him harder, but they also filled him with doubt. “I, um, I don’t really think I’m the dominant type…”

“Why don’t we see?” He tapped his recumbent slave on the shoulder. “Daphne, go to the bondage bench.” The woman rose to her feet, crossed the room and draped herself face-down over a leather-upholstered rectangle in the far corner. Ted had assumed it was the back of a chair, but looking more closely, he realized this furniture was far more specialized. The position elevated her delectable ass, which was fuller than one might have expected from her willowy frame.

Stephen grabbed Ted by the arm. “Come on, man. Don’t be nervous. We can stop anytime you’re uncomfortable.”

As they came closer, Ted saw that Daphne had spread out her arms as if she were flying. Leather straps hung from each end of the padded surface.

“Fasten the restraints around her wrists,” Shark instructed. “Tight enough that she can’t move much, but not so tight that it cuts off her circulation.”

The final six inches of the strips were Velcro-lined. It was a simple matter to loop them around Daphne’s extended limbs and to adjust the tension. Ted tried to keep his fingers from brushing against her satiny skin as he worked.

Shark noticed and laughed. “You can touch her if you want, dude. She’s yours to play with.” He stepped behind the bound woman to grasp and massage her ass cheeks. When Daphne arched her back in response, he pulled back and slammed his palm down on the quivering flesh. The sound made Ted jump.

“Relax. Just remember—you’re in charge. Whatever you want from her, you can have. She’s as happy to serve you as me. Isn’t that true, pet?”

Daphne nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, Sir.”

“Tell Master Ted.”

“Do whatever you want to me, Master Ted. I’m happy to serve you.”

Master Ted! Me? He almost giggled at the thought. The title seemed ridiculous.Yet at the same time, he felt something new stir inside him, a new sense of power. His cock stiffened in his trousers as an overwhelming wave of arousal swept through him.

He gazed at the bare, vulnerable body arrayed before him. She was bent at the waist, presenting her ass, with her legs apart for better balance. The position showed off the slick magenta folds of her sex. Moisture gleamed on the insides of her thighs, and her musky scent filled his head. She was turned on by the position, too.

Her butt bulbed out in silent invitation, the skin gleaming pearly white. He wondered, suddenly, what it would look striped with the red of a whip or a riding crop.

“Can I—can I whip her?” Ted asked, before he could stop himself. God, had he really said that? He’d never hit a woman in his life—well, aside from the spanking he’d given Marcy, which the cheeky girl had asked for.

“Certainly. What implement would you prefer?” Shark flipped open a wooden chest that Ted had assumed was an end table. The chest held a dozen different punishment devices, each one resting neatly in a satin-lined depression.

“Holy shit!” Ted clamped his hand over his mouth. It was one thing to fantasize about delivering a whipping, quite another to be faced by this abundance of perversity. He shook his head. “I—I really have no idea.”

“Any of them particularly appeal to you?” The Dom extracted a little whip with knotted strands about six inches long. “What about this flogger? Pretty easy to handle, with a nice, stingy feel.” The rich scent of leather filled Ted’s head as he inspected the offered device.

“Um…”

“Or maybe the tawse?” This was a fat strap, four inches wide and two feet long, of heavier leather than the tail of the flogger. One end narrowed into a handle, while at the other, the leather split into a comb-like arrangement. “This has a thuddier effect, so it can leave bruises.” Shark swished it through the air and landed a blow on the bondage frame, an inch to the left of Daphne’s breast.

Both she and Ted flinched.

“But Daphne likes it,” Shark continued. “She’s proud of my marks.”

Ted’s cock felt like it would drill right through his pants. “I don’t know…” he began.

“Then there’s the riding crop.” The fiberglass shaft whistled as Shark swept it in front of Ted’s eyes. This time, he brought the leather tongue down hard on the fullest part of Daphne’s ass. The girl yelped and jerked reflexively. A livid patch bloomed in the wake of the blow.

Ted watched in horrified fascination as the mark of the crop darkened and grew puffy. It looked as though it hurt. Yet he couldn’t help noticing the way the woman’s juices overflowed her pussy lips and dribbled down the inside of her thighs in the wake of Shark’s blow.

She was as aroused as he was.

She wanted more.

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