Oh my gods! You have GOT to see the end-of-day position for Tied to the Beat! They are fantastic. I have never had a book do so well and I am quivering with excitement.
Check it out!
Look at that! The Highland Wolves books are on the charts but we’re talking in the thousands. Thanks to all the Canucks who are supporting us! Now we just need to get those international numbers up (it’s not even on the charts in the UK! Get buying, my friends!).
All you have to do is change the numbers in the links you’re going to click from .ca to .com or .co.uk or whatever your dot may be. I’ll give you the links again:
WORTH THE RISK by (Crystal St Clair writing as) Crystal Lynn & Iain Shaw, Author vol1
BOUND BY YOU by Claudia Stevens vol2
SECOND CHANCE PERSUASION by Simone Evans, Author vol3
KEEPING HIS KITTEN by Rexi Lake vol4
TIED TO THE BEAT by Catherine Bowman vol5
JOIN THE LP GROUP: Leather Persuasion Series – Erotic Readers Book Club
Trust me, they’re worth the read! We aim to try to portray what BDSM is really like and have fun doing it.
Now, for Kinkentine! Today’s prompt: Simultaneous Orgasms | Forced orgasm | Dubious/Non-Consent
I think I may have rolled them all into one. Let’s find out! 😉 (Remember! It’s all first draft.)
Simultaneous Orgasms | Forced orgasm | Dubious/Non-Consent
He struggled in his bonds, wondering just how he got there in the first place. Was it the drink she’d brought him at the bar? He hardly knew the woman. Met her online, talked to her for almost three months. Some serious hot and heavy conversations; his cock twitched at the memories and he scowled. He’d agreed to meet because she’d promised him an hourglass figure, large breasts and an eager lover.
That wasn’t what he’d gotten.
Exactly…
She was an hourglass. It was just one that held half a ton of sand.
He had nothing against larger people, he just preferred women who worked out and looked like it.
His cock, which had been half hard at the thought of this woman, this Sasha, deflated immediately. She’d had lipstick on her front tooth, for God’s sake. He’d only stayed for a drink because it was polite.
Now… Now he was in a darkened room, on his back with his arms tied spread out and anchored to a headboard. His legs were spread-eagled, too, and there was a large pillow under his hips, thrusting them into the air.
She was kneeling three fingers into his ass, massaging his prostate and she’d already wrung one orgasm out of him. It was a cold, sticky mess on his belly. He had to admit: her mouth, long cleaned of lipstick, was pretty talented.
Was she? Oh fuck. He can’t do it again. He’s too sensitive.
He bucks his hips as her mouth heads for his cock and earns a hard slap on his right nipple when his pelvic bone connects with her chin. In the next moment, he’s cursing himself for saying, “I am not a bastard, thank you very much; my parents were happily married when I was born.”
A handprint blooms on his thigh.
His cock deflates.
Her hand grabs it and starts vigorously stroking as her fingers…diddle…(it’s the only word he can think of) his prostate. Soon he’s hard again, despite the sandpaper of her palms. Doesn’t she moisturize? I thought all women did. The random thought pops in and out of his head like a bubble appearing out of the dish soap when you set it down.
Grunts escape him against his will. He can feel another orgasm building. The first one had almost hurt but he figured that was because he’d never had anyone poking around in his ass before. This one was hot and heavy and winding him up pretty tight. He could feel it building in his balls and his lower back as well as right where her fingers were.
An area he refused to acknowledge at the moment.
Sounds of pleasure escaped him and he thrashed. He was actually starting to genuinely enjoy it. Maybe she wasn’t a half a ton. Just not anorexically skeletal like the girls he thought he liked. He lifted his head and looked at her.
“Pleasingly plump,” he whispered. I can get behind that. His cock hardened further as his brain twisted that thought into a pretzel. Oh, I wonder if she’ll let me.
She was nude. Her breasts hung below her as she bobbed up and down on his cock and the large, turgid nipples, dark pink and looking like they ached with need – they certainly did in his imagination – made his mouth water.
“Let me taste you,” he rasped just before the orgasm hit him. He yelled, body in a tight arc off the bed as he came in her mouth this time. He pumped into her mouth, filling her throat with as much of him as he had left.
There was more to produce?
She took her damn time drawing her mouth off him, licking him clean and making him gasp and twitch. She pulled her fingers out of him, leaving him feeling oddly bereft, and ripped off the glove he’d had no idea she was wearing.
Then, oh bliss, she plopped one of those lovely nipples of his mouth. He latched on, drawing it deep into his mouth, worrying it with his teeth and lashing it with his tongue as he sucked. She hung on to the headboard and stared down at him.
He stared into her eyes. Remarkable. Are they green? It’s so hard to tell. But look at those lashes. The shape of her eyes. The arc of her brows. She’s really pretty.
I’m an asshole.
He laved her nipple lovingly by way of apology and she pulled it out, replaced it with the other and allowed him to do the same to it.
Then she pulled away all together.
He was shocked when she made him promise to lie still and said she trusted him to keep his word.
Shocked more when she undid his restraints then crawled back on the bed. She crawled up to his side, stared at him for a moment again and almost moved away.
“Wait, why are you hesitating?”
He listened then smiled. “You’re beautiful. I was an asshole. Do it.”
Then he was being smothered by the best part of a woman. He eagerly set to very enjoyable work. He was pleased to find that she was clean. She tasted like strawberries and honey. Never understood the jokes about fish tacos. Good women are clean and sweet.
He had to put his arms around her thighs as he brought her to her first orgasm. His face wet, he gently pushed her away a bit so he could catch a good breath and wipe his face a little on his arm.
“You taste good, Honey.”
He dove in again. And brought her to another. And another, until she was a quivering mess that couldn’t hold her up.
He was surprised to find himself hard again. “Let me have you. Be inside you.”
She was off him in a flash. On her knees and elbows and looking at him over her shoulder.
He sat up. “Are you sure?” Her ass wiggle was all the invitation he needed.
“I…A condom?” He looked around as she spoke. “Yes, we have talked before… If you’re sure…”
At her word, he knelt behind her and grabbed his bare cock in his hand. He looked down at it. It was no longer than seven inches, but it was almost as thick around as a coke can and it had always served him well. Thick ridges and a well-cut head caressed and pulled at a woman’s inner muscles and he knew how to move to hit the g-spot with whichever stroke he chose.
He proved it to her.
She showed him how much she enjoyed it with almost a dozen orgasms. It was the last one that got him. He was so close, thrusting deep and hard, fast. Pelvis slapping ass, his balls hitting her labia with every slam into her. Her fists were curled into the bedding, hair stuck to her back and a tangled mess around her face, as she thrust back to meet him.
Then her vaginal walls tightened around him, nearly crushing him, as things got hotter and wetter.
Her orgasm exploded all around him – around his cock, into the air as she screamed – and dragged him with her. His orgasm was wrenched from him and he growled as it started, ending with a shout, fingers digging into her hips as he pulled her tight against him.
“Holy shit,” he said as he pulled himself from her then looked for a towel to clean her up with. “Thank you for bringing me here.”
It was a lot of run to write. Especially to write the guy in the position of submission; I don’t usually do that. The next couple of days are interesting, too:
- Lingerie | Collaring | Mind Control
- Hatefucking/Angry Sex | Orgasm denial or edging | Nonhuman
They should be fun.
Have a great night. Love you all!
Muah!