Monday, July 12, 2021

He simply took what she offered – #MFRWsteam #MFRWAuthor #ParanormalRomance #BDSMRomance

Damned If You Do cover

Welcome to the July Steam Hop! If you’d like to heat up your summer a bit, you’re in the right place. 

The MFRW Steam blog hop is a monthly event that showcases authors in the Marketing for Romance Writers community who write more explicit stories.

Today I'm sharing a juicy section from my paranormal erotic romance Damned If You Do. Enjoy! Then when you’re done with my steamy snippet, follow the links at the end of this post to sample more spicy excerpts.


Sometimes romance can be hell.

Wendy Dennison is tired of being a starving author. The royalties from her critically acclaimed romance novels barely pay her bills. Her devoted agent Daniel Rochester may be smart and sexy, but he can't get her the sales she needs. Then a charismatic stranger appears at her coffee shop table, promising her fame and commercial success, as well as the chance to live out her dreams of erotic submission. But at what cost?

Nothing you can't afford to lose, my dear.

Seduced by the enigmatic Mister B, she signs his infernal contract. He becomes both her Master and her coach, managing her suddenly flourishing career as well as encouraging her lusts. Under her mentor’s nefarious influence, she surrenders to temptation and has sex with Daniel. The casual encounter turns serious when she discovers her mild mannered agent has a dominant side. As the clock ticks down to her blockbuster release and Mister B prepares to claim her soul, Wendy must choose either celebrity and wealth, or obscurity and true love. 




Please, Sir. Spank me. Punish me for being a dirty girl.”

In another mood, she might have laughed at such cheesy dialogue. At the moment, she meant every word.

Daniel must have heard the sincerity in her voice. He released an ominous chuckle. “Very well, Pet.” He didn’t sound drunk anymore. Indeed, he sounded like a man in complete control. “Just let me get more comfortable. Meanwhile, don’t move. Keep your eyes to the front.”

He bustled around behind her, undressing, or so she assumed. He took his time, making her wait. She felt both horny and ridiculous, standing there with her fancy brassiere bunched up under her breasts and the elastic of the lowered bikini biting into her thighs.

Finally, he was back, his skin warm as he rubbed his lightly furred chest against her back. He held her close for a moment, his hardness nestling in the cleft of her naked buttocks, slippery with pre-cum. “Ready, Pet?” He licked at her earlobe, sending an exquisite chill down her spine.

Once more her knees turned to rubber. Once more his firm grasp supported her. “Ah—oh! Yes, Sir.”

Good.” She almost wept when he stepped away from her body. “Spread your legs and lean over, with your hands on the sill. Arch your back and present your ass.”

She assumed the position he described, arousal drowning out embarrassment. She couldn’t believe she was doing this, with Dan of all people. It felt like a dream.

The sting of his bare palm on her butt was real enough though, a burst of flame followed by a smoldering ache that spread from the point of contact.


Count for me, Pet,” he commanded.

Um—one. How many, Sir?”

Twenty, I think, for this first time. Unless you try to escape, or cover yourself.”

The snap of flesh on flesh—like striking a match. “Ooh! Ah, two. Two!” His second blow hurt much more than the first. Wendy knew from her research and her recent experiences with Mister B that by twenty she’d be writhing, and in tears.

Yet she wanted this, yearned for it. She’d asked for it.

Ow! Oh, God!”

Count, girl!”

Three, Sir. Oh, please—wait, give me a moment...”

He put even greater force into his next slap.

Aaaah! Um, ah, four… please…”

He did pause, for a few blessed seconds. “Do you really want me to stop? If you can’t take it any more, just say ‘angel’, all right?”

Snap! “Ow! Five…” The pain faded momentarily in the glow of her astonishment. How could he have come up with the exact same safe word as Mister B? What were the chances? “Sir—Ow! Sir…”

If you don’t count, I’ll give you ten extra.”

Sorry, sorry! Six—oof! Seven.”

Dark suspicion touched her. Perhaps the individual spanking her was not Daniel at all. What if her unearthly Master was impersonating her agent? Maybe this was just another infernal game of his, designed to pull her deeper into perdition.

Aye! Oh! Eight.”

This didn’t have the same tone as one of her scenes with Mister B, though. This felt simultaneously more playful, and more serious.

It hit her suddenly. This wasn’t just her dream. It was Daniel’s too. Right now, she was fulfilling his heart’s desire.

She gasped and moaned under his assault, but the tumult of emotions raging inside distracted her from the physical agony. Affection for her partner —maybe even love— brimmed in her chest. She’d never suspected her agent had kinky desires. For the first time she truly understood how much they had in common. Meanwhile, a terrible sense of responsibility weighed on her. She knew, firsthand, how precious and important this was for Daniel. What if she screwed it up?

Meanwhile, he continued to wallop her ass, apparently oblivious to her consternation. Somehow she still managed to count, though pain seared her flesh and tears ran down her cheeks.

Tw-twenty. Oh, Sir!”

The last blow had scarcely landed when Dan seized her buttocks, spread them wide, and sank his cock into her drenched pussy.

Oh God! Wendy…darling...Pet…”

He felt like heaven. His fat cock filled her and took her over, stretching her wide and stimulating every nerve as he slid in and out of her slick folds. Already the first flickers of orgasm shimmered in her pelvis, a coil of pleasure winding tighter with each of his strokes. Supporting herself on the sill, she made a bow of her back, raising her ass so he could penetrate her more completely.

Harder!” she urged, clamping her muscles down on his length, knowing the rippling tension would increase his pleasure. “Deeper, please! More!”

He didn’t scold her, or mock her, or accuse her of topping from below. He simply took what she offered.

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Narrated by Audrey Lusk



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Fiona McGier said...

See, the tears running down her cheeks always makes me think, Ah, nope. But the hotness of the scene can't be denied. You do steam BDSM so well!

Gale Stanley said...

This will be a hard choice... or maybe not. lol Super hot and I love the cover.

Ornery Owl of Naughty Netherworld Press and Readers Roost said...

Sounds like a spicy number and, as always, I love your intricate plots and fascinating characters.
I would like celebrity for my mysterious nom de plume self, obscurity for my real self so I wouldn't have people mobbing me at the Costco when I'm trying to buy a multi-pack of butt wipes, and definitely wealth.
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