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
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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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