Looking
for something hot
as winter
closes in? Grab a copy of my
new release, Babes
in Bondage,
Book 5 in the Vegas Babes series.
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?
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Kinky Excerpt
“Do
you want to top me, darling?” Rising to her feet, she shimmied out
of her denim skirt and kicked it aside. She stood before him, nude
and proud, her ginger curls stirring in the balmy October breeze,
sex-juice trickling down the insides of her thighs.
Ted’s
cock jumped in approval, though his face showed confusion. “But
you’re such a take-charge girl, Annie. You’re anything but
submissive.”
“Are
you sure?” She turned her back to him, displaying her recently
assaulted ass. “Look closely.”
He
obeyed, leaning in until she felt his warm breath on her skin. “Are
those marks?” he asked in wonder. “Bruises?” He traced the
fading signs of her afternoon spanking, waking faint echoes of the
pain while stoking the fire of her arousal.
“Inez
can be quite fierce at times. A bit scary.” Annie pivoted to face
him. “But I trust her. She’s an expert. She senses how much I can
bear, and never pushes me any further.” She leaned over to brush
her lips across his. “Or at least, not much further.” She flashed
him a provocative grin.
“But
I’m not an expert,” Ted protested. “Just the opposite.”
“I
trust you completely, baby. I trust the bond between us, the power
that first drew us together.” She scanned his still-worried face.
Should she should back off? Perhaps he really wasn’t ready for
this. “But maybe you don’t want to top me.”
“Oh,
I do.” His voice was almost too soft to hear. “You wouldn’t
believe how much.”
Annie
sank to her knees on the tiled balcony floor and bowed her head.
“Then take me, Sir. I’m yours.”
“Annie…”
He
stood, close enough that his rampant cock bobbed inches from her
mouth. She swallowed a mouthful of saliva at the notion of tasting
him, but restrained herself. She had to let him lead.
“What
should I do?”
“Whatever
you want, Sir.” She ventured a glance upward, meeting his eyes,
full of carnal hunger and lingering uncertainty. She couldn’t help
licking her lips. “You might, for instance, begin by fucking my
face.”
Ted
chuckled, suddenly sounding much more confident. “Oh! Are you
giving me
instructions, slave?”
“No,
Sir. It was just a suggestion.”
“Well,
I have some other thoughts. Don’t move. I’ll be back.”
He
disappeared into the condo, leaving her kneeling on the cold, hard
surface. Arousal zipped through her in a tight circuit, from her
nipples to her clit and back. The heady fragrance of her own dripping
cunt teased her nostrils.
She
closed her eyes, trying to slow her racing pulse, struggling with her
almost overwhelming excitement. She might come just from the thrill
of waiting, the knowledge that she’d surrendered all power to her
lover.
The
wind rose for a moment, tangling her hair. Faint traffic noise
reached her ears. Her knees hurt. Ted had been gone a long time, or
so it seemed. Did he have second thoughts? Should she go looking for
him?
She
forced herself to stillness. Patience was a major component of
surrender.
“You’re
dripping all over the floor, slut!”
Annie
started, her heart slamming against her ribs. With her eyes closed
and her focus turned inward, she hadn’t heard him arrive.
“Clean
up your mess,” he ordered.
Trying
not to smile at his bossy tone, Annie bent at the waist. A small pool
of cunt-juice had formed between her spread thighs. She licked up
every drop, enjoying the tang of her personal musk. She was no
stranger to the taste of pussy.
When
she’d finished her appointed task, she knelt up, with her hands
clasped at the small of her back. Ted reached down to run a finger
over the still-damp tiles, ostensibly to evaluate her work. On his
way up, he swiped the finger through her soaked sex-folds.
Annie
gasped as a storm of pleasure raged through her. She’d been close
to climax simply from contemplating her own submission. His touch
pushed her to the very edge. She teetered there, struggling for
control.
He
seized a hank of her hair and raised her face to his. “You don’t
come unless I tell you to. You know that, right?”
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